[After
Getting ordered sedated by Doctor Kisugi, soon nightshift falls and
chaos breaks out]
Dean Winchester didn't even register the change.
Hard to, when you were drugged outta your mind and those brief moments were it felt like you were coming outta it were short, sinking back each time, and it just felt like things were getting heavier and heavier. Dean remained sitting slumped in the back of the bus, nestled in one of the seats, his breathing shallow as he stared forward under his lowered eyelashes, unfocused and still sedated, slow to come out of it.
The two orderlies up front and the nurse standing guard changed, but they seemed to forget he was in there, milling about the front of the bus, staggering as legs mutated, needles sprouted on the nurse and the temperature dropped, cold enough to see a breath in the air.
[Waiting for a knight in shining armor Sam to rescue him and drag him out. My hero.]