Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Anna = hitchhiker_girl, everyone else is an NPC. Set after THIS.]

"Dude, I told you this was a bad idea."

Dean glanced back at the cot where his brother was stretched out and gave him a glare. "Shut up."

Sam wasn't shutting up. "I told you that trying to sneak in to a covert government facility was a bad idea. I told you that we were going to get caught. I told you that the kid probably didn't want our help. But did you listen? Nope. You just ran in half-cocked, just like you always do, and now we're stuck in a cell in the covert government facility, and we're probably never going to see the light of day again."

Dean turned back to Sam again and gave him more of a look this time. "Dude. Don't be so dramatic. Our exit will be here any minute."

Sam huffed slightly, before lacing his fingers behind his head. "You know, we're not twenty anymore, dude. Are you ever going to grow out of making us run into stupid situations?"

"No."

Sam started to open his mouth, as though he had a prepared response to that, before he shook his head, leaning back against the cot again. "Why do I even bother?"

"Shut up."

Their conversation was interrupted when the door opened. The room held several cells, all of the other's empty at the moment. Two guards came up hauling someone between them. The person was rag doll limp in hospital scrubs and had bare feet. He wasn't quite unconscious though. Though maybe it would have been better if he was. He looked both white with cold and green like he wanted to be sick. "Man, I wish they would either knock them out or leave them with enough sense to at least walk."

"No shit. It's a little creepy. Especially this series. And Christ they're heavy." He opened the cell door next to Sam and Dean's and they deposited their burden on the floor with out any sort of real care. They were careful that his head didn't hit, but they left him in a heap like laundry.

He curled up a bit as the barred door was locked and the guards left. It was pretty clear that he didn't care much about his surroundings. Or much of anything for that matter. He was a far cry from the young man that had given them such a hard time in the sewers.

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