ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Back at the hospital, Sam, Dean, and Y/N come down a hallway, quickly ducking back when they see Dr. Hydecker.

"Good night, Dr. Hydecker," a nurse says.

"See you tomorrow, Betty."

"Try to get some sleep." Sam, Dean, and Y/N hide until Hydecker passes, then continue on to the old woman's room. They open the door and sneak in, Dean and Y/N taking the front, Sam hanging back with guns drawn. The woman is in her wheelchair facing toward the corner. She seems to be sleeping. Dean slowly leans in closer to her face.

"Dean? I don't think we should give her a heart attack," Y/N whispers. The old woman then turns her head.

"Who the hell are you?!" Dean freaks, leaping back against the wall cabinet, pulling Y/N back and raising his gun.

"I was wrong. I don't think she should give you a heart attack," Y/N says.

"Who's there? You trying to steal my stuff?" The old woman grumbles, "They're always stealing around here." Sam turns the light on, and they see she has cataracts.

"No! Ah, ma'am, we're maintenance. We're sorry. We thought you were sleeping."

"Ahhh, nonsense. I was sleeping with my peepers open," she laughs, then gestures at the wall, "And fix that crucifix, would ya? I've asked four damn times already!" Dean, still slightly freaked out, adjusts the crucifix.

===

The Impala pulls up to the motel parking lot, and Sam, Dean, and Y/N get out.

"I was sleeping with my peepers open? Hahahaha," Sam laughs.

"I almost smoked that old girl, I swear. It's not funny!"

"Oh man, you shoulda seen your face," Sam says, snickering.

"Yeah, laugh it off. Now we're back to square one," Dean sees the owner's son sitting behind the office looking forlorn, "Hang on." The three go over to him, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"My brother's sick," the boy says.

"The little guy?" The boy nods.

"Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault."

"Ah c'mom, how?" Dean asks.

"I shoulda made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't've got pneumonia if the window was latched." Dean looks away for a moment. Sam and Y/N watch him, both frowning thoughtfully.

"Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?"

"It's my job to look after him," Sam looks back and forth from Dean to the kid. The boy's mother hurries out of the motel towards her car.

"Michael, I want you to turn on the no vacancy sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms."

"I'm going with you."

"Not now, Michael."

"But I gotta see Asher!" Michael says.

"Hey Michael. Hey. I know how you feel -- I'm a big brother too -- but you gotta go easy on your mom right now, ok?" The mom drops her handbag in her haste.

"Dammit!"

"I got it," Sam says, picking it up for her.

"Thank you."

"Listen, you're in no condition to drive -- why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital?" Dean says.

"No, I couldn't possibly..."