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herecmestrouble

In which Mike is drugged

Feb 27, 2009 10:56

Mike was pretty sure that if he wasn't on a little bit of drugs right now, he would be hurting like a bitch. But he was on drugs, which made things so much easier. He came out of sleep with things still feeling a little hazy, but he was rather enjoying that light, floaty feeling that morphine gave him ( Read more... )

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likely_evil February 27 2009, 16:19:58 UTC

Sam had watched the medics working on his son for about a half hour before he had gone up to his office to debrief the rest of his team. There had been no trace of any other human having been at the warehouse - not even by scent.

So Sam was going to put the presence of this "Steve" to Michael's mind creating a second person to act as a partner and keep him sane. It wasn't that far fetched - in the months after Dean had died the first time, Sam often talked to the Impala, pretending Dean was in the passenger seat asleep. Though he might blame the alcohol on that...

With that done, Sam changed into something a bit more comfortable. The jacket and boots were left behind, sneakers on his feet that were up on the edge of Michael's bed while he rested and waited.

Hearing his son's voice, Sam's eyes blinked open and he turned his head, then smiled and dropped his feet to lean closer to his son. "Hey Mikey. How you feeling?"

herecmestrouble February 27 2009, 16:22:48 UTC

He flashed his father a wide grin, before nodding slowly. "Drugs are gooooood," he laughed, before shifting to lean back on the pillows again, blinking his eyes a bit as he looked around. He couldn't see if there was a window around, but the ward itself was pretty dark.

"What time is it?"

likely_evil February 27 2009, 16:34:36 UTC

Sam chuckled at that, his hand going instinctively to the top of his son's head, his thumb stroking the hair right by his forehead. He did steal a look up at the clock on the other side of the room.

"It's about four in the morning."

herecmestrouble February 27 2009, 16:37:43 UTC

Mike nodded slowly, closing his eyes on instinct at the touch. True, it'd only been three days, but three days with those guys had been enough. Personally, he would be happy if he never saw those guys again. Unless he was killing them -- especially if they did what he think they did to Steve.

His eyes blinked open and he frowned up at his father. "Did you find anything? About Steve?"

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