Mind Heist
The Looming Kind
The car ride to the institution left a sour taste in Adam's mouth, one that wouldn't simply go away by brushing his teeth or eating some sort of food that he didn't really want. It was going to stick with him, he knew it, and by looking at Sam and Dean and their screwed up faces, they could taste it too; it tasted like hatred, bullshit, and everything else that described their father, and they all hated it. Hell, they all hated him, and Adam knew, just like his brothers, that they didn't deserve to be sent to that damned institution. None of them did, and if they were given the option to chuck someone in there other than themselves, Adam was sure they would all choose their father. That son of a bitch, Adam thought.
Dean twitched as the car jerked forward, the sudden bump in the road causing everyone to stir slightly. He was annoyed, fed up with this situation already and just wanted to go home with Sammy and Adam. But no matter what he wanted, he obviously wasn't going to get it now. This place, an institution where they declared to "help the unwanted, the unneeded, and the harmful ones" was already nothing but a pain in his ass. Dean scoffed. It was bad enough the place stood on those words, but to have the name Inferà etched forever into the building...he couldn't help but laugh - anyone who would send someone off to a place literally called Hellfire Institution was a dumbass if he ever knew one. And believe him, he lived with two of them, sometimes three on a bad day.
And today is a really bad day, Dean thought.
Adam looked over his shoulder from his position in the front seat. He could tell Sam was a nervous wreck, mumbling and calling for Dean in a series of whispers. Their father had done this, Adam knew that, but he still couldn't bring himself to hate him; Adam just simply harbored non-existent feelings for the man who called himself his father. But he did care about the well-being of his brothers, that much he still knew. Adam tried to reassure Sam that it would be OK, but as he tried to offer his brother his hand, he decided to settle for words of comfort instead.
"Adam's right, Sammy," Dean said as he tried to convince his younger brother to to turn his head away from the window with his hand. Sam didn't need to be looking outside, not right now. His attention needed to be on one thing, and he wouldn't be able to do that while the outside world was being blurred by the car's motion. It would only unsettle him further, and while Dean was pained by seeing his brother act this way, he needed to be the older brother and take care of him. "We'll be OK. I promise."
Sam shook his head. He knew he needed to calm down and concentrate, but he couldn't seem to do either of those things. He felt guilty for it, because he knew Adam and Dean had enough to worry about - he didn't need to add himself and his problems onto their lists. But his mind wouldn't stop spinning, and images of what he could imagine only to be of Hell rushed to and from his mind. It was driving him crazy, the images turning into memories from someone else and becoming his own. Sam didn't understand it. "Dean," Sam put his head in his hands, trying to block the images from his mind. They hurt, and each time another one came forth, the pain intensified tenfold. Sam could barely take it. "My head's killing me, Dean. I keep seeing things and it hurts. What's happening to me?"
Sam was shaking and mumbling again, and while Dean was attempting to calm his brother down, Adam noticed the car had come to a complete stop in front of the institution. Men in over-bleached white outfits had started to make their way towards the car (and the boys) when Adam noticed it - a needle.There were three, actually, and Adam could only assume they were meant for himself and his brothers. But as Adam noticed this, the light reflected off of the syringe in just a way that Adam could have sworn he saw a red liquid infused with the standard anesthetic. It twirled with the other liquid, moving in such a way that didn't seem possible. What the hell is that? Adam thought. That wasn't normal, as far as he knew, and he became wary of the men as they came closer, the needles not-so-effectively hidden. Shifty eyes followed their every move until one of them screamed for help.
While he wasn't paying attention to anything other than the strange liquid in the syringe, Adam noticed Sam shouting and shoving the men as they grabbed him. As Dean fought off the unneeded manhandling of his younger brother, Adam noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look, and he glared slightly.
"Now, now, boys," a man's voice said as his footsteps could be heard on the hard pavement, the rain almost completely drowning out any sounds except for the man screaming on the opposite side of two of the brothers. "There will be no need for any harm to come to my men, I assure you."
Dean was on top of one the men, fist raised high in the air, ready to strike, his waist holding down the other man's own so as to stop any form of struggle, when he looked up at the stranger who had gotten in the middle of his fight. Who the hell is this? Dean thought as he rose up off of the man as he pulled him up and shoved him to the side, signaling their fight was over. The man who had addressed them looked calm and collected, and collected he was as he stared down the youngest of the Winchester brothers. Dean didn't like nor appreciate the way this strange freak was looking at Adam, and as he started to make his way over to him to let him know just how he felt, he addressed him. "Who the hell are you?"
The man spoke calmly and assuredly, the passive look never leaving his face. "I am Michael, the Orderly of this institution. Now, if you would be so willing as to unhand my men, I would appreciate it if you could follow me so we can get your forms in order for your stay here. Does that sound agreeable?" Michael could already distinguish the crazy from the sane, and he knew he would have every right to point him out and send the other two on their way, but alas, he had an institution to run, and the more boys he had inside, truly insane or not, the less complications he received note of from his outside sources. All in all, he thought, it was not the worst thing he could be doing.
The younger boy, though, and he would admit this freely, intrigued him. Though he wasn't sure why, Michael felt a pull towards him, and as if giving in to that very same pull, he walked over to the boy, put his fingers underneath his chin, and forcefully pulled his eyes towards his own until they both were looking directly at each other. "What is your name, boy?" Michael asked, his blue eyes never showing an emotion that would give away his true intentions, and God forgive him if they were ever to be known. God, Michael thought. There is no God here. He couldn't help but laugh a little to himself as he thought this.
Adam shoved Michael's hand away from his chin and glared at him. Who the hell did he think he was? Orderly my ass, Adam thought. A prick is more like it. Adam scoffed. "Don't touch me," Adam said as he started to walk towards his brothers. "And if you want my name so badly, look it up. It's got to be in one of those folders, right?" Adam heard Dean chuckle.
"That's my brother," he said as he slapped Adam on the back. "Now gimme a hand with Sammy. He's not doin' too hot."
"You may want to bring your brother inside so he can rest in his room and recover from whatever spell he is under; he will be of no use to my institution ill." Michael was being sincere, and though he saw the hatred brewing beneath the older brother's eyes, he could not find a care nor any words to give. He didn't much care to, to be quite honest.
"None of us will of any use to your or your damn institution," Dean said as he walked past the so-called Orderly. "And you can count on that, I promise." And with that being said, Dean led himself and his two brothers inside, a promise and the slight beginnings of a threat looming over Michael's head.
"I count on it, Dean Winchester. But be warned, my home is not labeled Hellfire for the sake of a pretty name," Michael mumbled, an unspoken threat of his own trailing behind him as he followed his new boys inside. "You are on my territory now."
Dean twitched as the car jerked forward, the sudden bump in the road causing everyone to stir slightly. He was annoyed, fed up with this situation already and just wanted to go home with Sammy and Adam. But no matter what he wanted, he obviously wasn't going to get it now. This place, an institution where they declared to "help the unwanted, the unneeded, and the harmful ones" was already nothing but a pain in his ass. Dean scoffed. It was bad enough the place stood on those words, but to have the name Inferà etched forever into the building...he couldn't help but laugh - anyone who would send someone off to a place literally called Hellfire Institution was a dumbass if he ever knew one. And believe him, he lived with two of them, sometimes three on a bad day.
And today is a really bad day, Dean thought.
Adam looked over his shoulder from his position in the front seat. He could tell Sam was a nervous wreck, mumbling and calling for Dean in a series of whispers. Their father had done this, Adam knew that, but he still couldn't bring himself to hate him; Adam just simply harbored non-existent feelings for the man who called himself his father. But he did care about the well-being of his brothers, that much he still knew. Adam tried to reassure Sam that it would be OK, but as he tried to offer his brother his hand, he decided to settle for words of comfort instead.
"Adam's right, Sammy," Dean said as he tried to convince his younger brother to to turn his head away from the window with his hand. Sam didn't need to be looking outside, not right now. His attention needed to be on one thing, and he wouldn't be able to do that while the outside world was being blurred by the car's motion. It would only unsettle him further, and while Dean was pained by seeing his brother act this way, he needed to be the older brother and take care of him. "We'll be OK. I promise."
Sam shook his head. He knew he needed to calm down and concentrate, but he couldn't seem to do either of those things. He felt guilty for it, because he knew Adam and Dean had enough to worry about - he didn't need to add himself and his problems onto their lists. But his mind wouldn't stop spinning, and images of what he could imagine only to be of Hell rushed to and from his mind. It was driving him crazy, the images turning into memories from someone else and becoming his own. Sam didn't understand it. "Dean," Sam put his head in his hands, trying to block the images from his mind. They hurt, and each time another one came forth, the pain intensified tenfold. Sam could barely take it. "My head's killing me, Dean. I keep seeing things and it hurts. What's happening to me?"
Sam was shaking and mumbling again, and while Dean was attempting to calm his brother down, Adam noticed the car had come to a complete stop in front of the institution. Men in over-bleached white outfits had started to make their way towards the car (and the boys) when Adam noticed it - a needle.There were three, actually, and Adam could only assume they were meant for himself and his brothers. But as Adam noticed this, the light reflected off of the syringe in just a way that Adam could have sworn he saw a red liquid infused with the standard anesthetic. It twirled with the other liquid, moving in such a way that didn't seem possible. What the hell is that? Adam thought. That wasn't normal, as far as he knew, and he became wary of the men as they came closer, the needles not-so-effectively hidden. Shifty eyes followed their every move until one of them screamed for help.
While he wasn't paying attention to anything other than the strange liquid in the syringe, Adam noticed Sam shouting and shoving the men as they grabbed him. As Dean fought off the unneeded manhandling of his younger brother, Adam noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look, and he glared slightly.
"Now, now, boys," a man's voice said as his footsteps could be heard on the hard pavement, the rain almost completely drowning out any sounds except for the man screaming on the opposite side of two of the brothers. "There will be no need for any harm to come to my men, I assure you."
Dean was on top of one the men, fist raised high in the air, ready to strike, his waist holding down the other man's own so as to stop any form of struggle, when he looked up at the stranger who had gotten in the middle of his fight. Who the hell is this? Dean thought as he rose up off of the man as he pulled him up and shoved him to the side, signaling their fight was over. The man who had addressed them looked calm and collected, and collected he was as he stared down the youngest of the Winchester brothers. Dean didn't like nor appreciate the way this strange freak was looking at Adam, and as he started to make his way over to him to let him know just how he felt, he addressed him. "Who the hell are you?"
The man spoke calmly and assuredly, the passive look never leaving his face. "I am Michael, the Orderly of this institution. Now, if you would be so willing as to unhand my men, I would appreciate it if you could follow me so we can get your forms in order for your stay here. Does that sound agreeable?" Michael could already distinguish the crazy from the sane, and he knew he would have every right to point him out and send the other two on their way, but alas, he had an institution to run, and the more boys he had inside, truly insane or not, the less complications he received note of from his outside sources. All in all, he thought, it was not the worst thing he could be doing.
The younger boy, though, and he would admit this freely, intrigued him. Though he wasn't sure why, Michael felt a pull towards him, and as if giving in to that very same pull, he walked over to the boy, put his fingers underneath his chin, and forcefully pulled his eyes towards his own until they both were looking directly at each other. "What is your name, boy?" Michael asked, his blue eyes never showing an emotion that would give away his true intentions, and God forgive him if they were ever to be known. God, Michael thought. There is no God here. He couldn't help but laugh a little to himself as he thought this.
Adam shoved Michael's hand away from his chin and glared at him. Who the hell did he think he was? Orderly my ass, Adam thought. A prick is more like it. Adam scoffed. "Don't touch me," Adam said as he started to walk towards his brothers. "And if you want my name so badly, look it up. It's got to be in one of those folders, right?" Adam heard Dean chuckle.
"That's my brother," he said as he slapped Adam on the back. "Now gimme a hand with Sammy. He's not doin' too hot."
"You may want to bring your brother inside so he can rest in his room and recover from whatever spell he is under; he will be of no use to my institution ill." Michael was being sincere, and though he saw the hatred brewing beneath the older brother's eyes, he could not find a care nor any words to give. He didn't much care to, to be quite honest.
"None of us will of any use to your or your damn institution," Dean said as he walked past the so-called Orderly. "And you can count on that, I promise." And with that being said, Dean led himself and his two brothers inside, a promise and the slight beginnings of a threat looming over Michael's head.
"I count on it, Dean Winchester. But be warned, my home is not labeled Hellfire for the sake of a pretty name," Michael mumbled, an unspoken threat of his own trailing behind him as he followed his new boys inside. "You are on my territory now."