St. Helen's hospital of the Criminally Insaaa~aane. Dean mused. He had fallen asleep in the car during the first few minutes of the trip, and was jolted awake due to all the sudden swerves. Oh great, just great... he clutched his stomach as his nausea began to rise up. He was never one for long road trips. Mentally cursing himself for agreeing to tag along to this meaningless getaway, he curled up into fetal position in the backseat and leaned his head back for maximum comfort.
Finally after long, painful hours of trying to keep his stomach from acting up again- they had reached the forsaken hospital. The towering fences were enough to make Dean feel uneasy, in all their rusty glory.
Chad led the group around the grounds, rambling on about how this party was going to be the shit.
As they made their way through the fences, a dreadful revelation had popped up in his head. Going to an abandoned hospital, in the wee hours of the night... where people have died from god-knows-what, a-a-and all those people that died here- all those patients... we're going into it with booze- and our parents have NO IDEA we're here.
He placed a hand on his forehead as he began to get dizzy with that thought. Normally he wouldn't let rumors get to him- but one look at the damn building would've been enough to make anyone piss their pants a bit; granted they were fully sober. The air had begun to set heavily around them. The whole situation had him drained already with a palpitating heart that threatened to burst out of his chest if he didn't run back to the car.
But he didn't. Fuck it, right? Two words: peer pressure. Dean wasn't going to be backing out anytime soon. He had already gone through the "don't be such a pussy, dude" discussion with Chad earlier. So he left his fears behind and decided to endure whatever came next as they entered what seemed to be the lobby.
The inside wasn't any better. In fact, it was five times worse.
Most of the paint had peeled off the walls hinting at the building's age. Sofas, chairs and tables were toppled over by who-knows-what and the ceiling lights were dangling from above. What troubled Dean the most was the dust- he was allergic to dust. And whaddya know? Dust covered almost every goddamn surface in the building, as expected. He took off his sweater and tied it around the bottom-half of his face to shield it from the dust, revealing a white dress-shirt underneath.
Dean glanced at Chad, who for a few seconds looked equally as troubled after taking one look at the run-down place. Heck, it wasn't even run-down. Everything there looked way past its expiration date- even though furnitures usually don't have one, that was how bad it looked.
Chad plopped down on one of the benches that creaked terribly when he did. He pulled out a beer from the pack and took a long swig of it. As soon as he lit his cigarette and started to hack away, Dean chuckled.
As usual, still trying for the ladies. "Do you guys really think drinking is a good idea? Also, Chad, if you can't smoke cigarettes properly, don't smoke them."
"Amen to that." Dean muttered under his breath as he leaned against the wall cautiously.
A few cork pops and lit cigarettes later, Dean had grown worried. Manson was nowhere to be seen. Soon enough, boredom took over. He brushed Manson off and focused on something else that had been bugging him. Since they knew he wasn't planning on getting drunk or getting laid, he questioned himself as to why they even decided to bring him along.
Probably to talk the police out of sending us to juvy if ever we get caught. he nodded his head lightly.
He groaned quietly and he popped his neck. Lazily, his eyes set on the wall across from him.
You're already dead. Oh, woop-de-fucking-doo. Dean's stoic expression turned into a frown.
God, everything about this place just screams that something terrible's gonna happen. Why oh why-"..how about the cafeteria? Probably isn't as fucked up as the lobby." he heard John finish. Dean dusted off his sweater quickly and stayed close to the group as they began to make their way to the cafeteria- wherever that was. They probably wouldn't even be able to tell. Nonetheless, Dean wasn't going to get left behind.
Almost simultaneously, Manson had caught up with them. Dean breathed a silent sigh of relief from the back of the group.
"Did I miss anything exciting?" Manson asked, flustered from almost getting left behind.
"Nope, nothing at all, other than beer." a slightly surprised Chel responded.
"Yep. Few beers and few cigarettes, nothing interesting. We seem to be heading to the cafeteria," Dean glanced at Chad- "so don't get left behind again alright? This place just spells bad vibes." he emphasized the last two words before motioning Manson towards the group.
Well, here we go...
