785/Oh Brother Where Art Thou

Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Date of Scene:	05 June 2017
Location:	Metro General Hospital
Synopsis:	In which Darcy helps May track Dean because Sam is in the wrong hospital, Dean may or may not be completely happy about this, May has no fucks to give, and Sam is a big ol' moose puppy. Or May really dislikes misplacing assets.
Cast of Characters:	Sam Winchester, Melinda May, Darcy Lewis, Dean Winchester

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Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam was very unconscious after the explosion, so had a whole lot of zero say in where he went. This was complicated by the fact that his SHIELD ID clip was lost in the battle. It was further complicated by the fact that he in fact did not bring his wallet with his ID into the Embassy in the first place, relying soley on the SHIELD ID. This was habit. One does not take one's real IDs into a job site. One does not take one's fake IDs into a job site if one can help it, other than the precise IDs required. Just in case things go pear-shaped and you end up...

Well. In an emergency room.

What he'd had on him was a business card for one Winnifred Burkle of Angel Investigations. Earlier they'd called her as the only possible emergency contact; she's been and gone. He's been seen to by doctors, and a nurse named Claire Temple, here at Metro General. Perhaps at some point Dean tracked him down himself, and might have had cause to meet either or both of those ladies. Or perhaps he didn't find out till SHIELD did that some well-meaning paramedic shoved a moosey John Doe into a hospital.

Sam has honestly been out of it. Drugged, and asleep. His wound was pretty serious, and there has been at least one surgery. He's on a lot of morphine. He keeps meaning to get up and give the hospital the slip. But then the machine beeps, and he gets another dose, and it never seems quite important to do that right away. He is not in one of those nice hospital rooms with phones, that's for people with insurance. He's in one of the crappy ones where you just get a crappy bed and a crappy curtain. But he's got a bathroom. So there's that.

Melinda May has posed:
Darcy, despite getting to go to SHIELD Medical, is probably actually worse off than Sam. Because the moment she's awake and semi-coherent, May is in her face asking for any details she can remember about the Winter Soldier. It's in the middle of that that the Medical staff tell her that one Sam Winchester never made it to Medical with the other injured agents. That sets off a lovely round of cursing in Japanese that makes at least one of the medical staff cringe and flee. "Find the older brother. Now."

In almost record time, Darcy has tracked down Dean, and they are both in the car arriving at his location. May makes Lewis wait in the car while she goes to collect the young man, mostly because the doc said she should try to rest as much as possible, though partly because no amount of makeup will completely conceal that hand-shaped bruise around her neck.

May hasn't even bothered yet to change clothes since the embassy, and has tiny flecks of dirt, masonry, things that buildings are made of in her hair and on her clothing.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy was still on some pain meds herself. The Winter Soldier did not nice things to her. Darcy only wished they were less 'smash a bitch' and more 'not safe for work'; the latter being much more entertaining. Darcy reclined in the back seat of the car May took, eyes closing. Her job as navigator was done for hte moment, because while Darcy was fine with letting the little computerized voice of GPS goodness lead them to a hospital, Darcy knew that May was not in the mood for the 'In one thousand feet, turn right on Wilkshire Aveune Marbury Lane.' of GPS goodness.

'Slight left on Wilkshire Ave Marbury Lane, then merger onto Wilkshire Aveune Marbury Lane.'

Yeahno. Darcy did the directions herself.

But that was done, and Darcy had no shits to give about where they really were. She just sighed back against the seat in the side lane of the ER drive, engine running and AC going, eyes closed and resting.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean hadn't heard from Sam during their normally scheduled 'check ins'. While it may seem stupid, its a way for them to let the other know that they are alright. Especially when tangled up in separate jobs or in a constant 'high threat alert' kind of situation they are in while in NYC.

As soon as Sam missed his check-in, Dean went looking. He didn't contact the SHIELD facility, but instead went the normal route. Checking the jails, police band reports, hospital check-ins to see if anything might match his description or otherwise and he got a hit. The hospital.

At the hospital, and after several arguments with staff, he finally found his brother's room. He gave them enough information to get them off their back for a while. Name: 'Steve Adler'. Insurance information he forgot to bring with him in the rush to get here, He's the next of kin, 'Jason Adler'. And he brought a stash of cash he had just in case he has to push for better care to make sure Sam makes it out of this alright.

When May shows up, Dean is standing in the doorway to Sam's room. His expression is hard as steel, but he is worried. And even moreso its to the point that he can't really help but just.. be there.

As soon as he glances down the hallway and spots May? Oh all hell will break loose. He pushes off the doorway, that hard steel turning into burning fury: "You fucking bitch. He was on a job with you wasn't he? Look what working with you people has cost us! Fuck you- we don't want you here!"

Yes, he's pissed and is very nearly to the point of breaking his own restraint to wanting to punch the woman in the face.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Wasn't her fault, Dean," Sam murmurs. It's the ire that has roused him. He'd dropped off shortly after talking to Dean, Claire, and Fred, but nothing can rouse him like Dean's anger. "Told you, it was just a warding job. They couldn't have anticipated..."

Well, maybe they could have, but Sam is a more forgiving type. As it is, the only one he's angry at is himself. "Ask them if the Ambassador lived, please?" He's desperate to hear he did //some// good in all of that, but he's well aware Dean might not let them anywhere near him at this point.

He suddenly looks away, guilt crossing over his face once more. His face crumples a little, though no tears fall. He can't get the man he shot out of his head, the man that the assassin threw into his path when he so confidently tried to take the nightmarish man down.

Melinda May has posed:
May had prepared herself for that level of ire from Dean. And she just looks at him with the same Vulcan-like calmness that she showed at the chinese restaurant as well. Though if Dean manages to look closer, he'll likely see that she's running on empty -- she hasn't slept at all and has only eaten the bare minimum since that whole mess went down -- and that she doesn't plan on stopping until every last one of HER agents is accounted for. Including Sam.

Speaking of, when his filters from inside the room, her eyes flick that direction and one of those micro-expressions crosses her face. Relief. Then her attention is back on Dean. "Get him ready to move, I have a car waiting outside. I'll deal with the administration." Becuase, you know, she can.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Not her fault?!" Dean barks, facing May. Normally he would answer Sam's request and pass on the question, but he's beyond pissed. He knew this type of shit would happen if they tangled with these people and now his brother is badly wounded and she stands there barely phased.

"Your not moving him anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on." No, he's not going to take orders from her and act like a good puppy. Fuck that. "And your damn sure not taking him anywhere without me."

Sams going to be lucky if he lets him out of his sight for a while.

Melinda May has posed:
Dean wants the truth? He'll get the truth, and he WON'T like it.

"Keep your voice down," May admonishes him first, knowing it'll likely only make him angrier and louder. She slips past him into Sam's room, but she knows she has to make this quick, Darcy is probably asleep outside.

"The mission was to reassure an ambassador by checking for hexes and installing some wards. SHIELD intel was wrong, and I'll take the blame for that." Even though there is NEVER a way to plan for the Winter Soldier. "The assassination attempt was made by the Winter Soldier, a Soviet era killing machine that's been active since the fities. And he's not anything supernatural

"Sam, the ambassador is fine, and he was asking after you earlier. I'd like to be able to tell him you're safe and you'll be okay." She says that last while still staring right back at Dean. "That was the plan, Winchester. Do you think I could safely carry him by myself? Again, get him ready to move. You have five minutes."

And then she slips back out to the hallway. The medical staff here wont' have a clue what's about to hit them. Though if they did, they'd count themselves lucky that it wasn't Agent Hill who showed up to ruin their day.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam closes his eyes as the epic confrontation brews. Not much he can say is going to diffuse it really, but maybe something he can do can. For one thing, screw being moved. Ugh, he's so tired.

He sits up. He blinks away the dizziness, eyes widening just a stretch. He grimaces at the pain. Then he just starts pulling IVs out of his arm. "I'll move myself," he says, mulishly, "and everyone can stop fighting over me. Nobody's //carrying// me. I'm not a baby. Where are my pants? I need my pants, Dean."

They don't //make// hospital gowns big enough for this man. He sort of rapidly whips the sheet around himself when he realizes just how SHORT that thing is on him.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean has epic pissed face when May tells him to keep his voice down, but he at least listens. Yeah. He knows all about things going pear shaped, but that doesn't make him feel any better.

"Fuck!" He cusses under his breath, turning to face his brother and fetch his pants, handing them to him. If Sam is able to get his own pants on, the better. Its awkward turtle if he has to help.

Once Sam at least has his pants on, Dean will try to gather the rest of his belongings if they are in teh room and take one of his brother's arms to put over his shoulders and at least help him 'limp' out of the room.

"You and I are going to have a long conversation about this career choice." he mutters to his brother. Yes, he's pissed. The first deal they make with these people and things go to shit. Not a good sign.

Melinda May has posed:
Sure enough, precisely five minutes later May is back at the door to Sam's room with a folder of documents in her hands, and likely the glares of every medical professional in the area focused on her. Not that she cares. "Let's go."

It's likely a novelty to the brothers to just walk out of the hospital unhindered and without having to be sneaky about it, but that's exactly what happens, glares aside. May calls Darcy partway and tells her to bring the car to the entrance. That's about the most driving she's willing to allow Lewis to handle right now.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam pulls his pants on and mutters, "It doesn't matter, Dean. I'm going after him. He made me kill a //person//. I'm going after that son of a bitch, and I'm going to take him down."

May is worried about getting him to SHIELD. Dean is worried about getting him protected and maybe putting an end to this career choice. Sam? Is worried about one thing. The Winter Soldier.

He pulls on his shirt. He has nothing in here except Fred's card, which he takes up almost protectively, smooths out, and puts gently into his pocket.

"Who is he?" He demands of Melinda, planting his feet, even as he leans against the wall. "Who was that guy?" The rage in his eyes is unmistakable as it starts to clear the drug haze away. "I'm taking him down," he repeats. "He made me //kill// a //person//."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
o/` Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go-o/` "What the fuck?!"

Darcy snaps awake when May's ring tune blares at her. Because may's ring tone is set to ear-bleed. A fumble and Darcy answers.

"Yes? Yes. Right." That's all Darcy needed to hear: bring car to entrance. And even if she's sore and achy from having being fling down a hallway, Darcy makes her way to the driver's seat as fast as she can. No time to adjust mirrors or put on safety belts, Darcy manuveurs the car to the entrance and then slips out again to open doors. Hospital means evaccing someone hurt.

More hurt than her. WHich is saying something considering Squishy Mortal Darcy bruises way too easily. Her neck is bruised. Her back is bruised where she slammed into the thing that ended up breaking her fall more than her. The bruise is visible as she stretches up to adjust the seats in the back and move her tablet and such things, a motion that makes the SHIELD sweats she's wearing ride down and the SHIELD tank top ride up.

You should see the other guy? He had a metal arm.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"A guy thats been around that long and is that dangerous I don't think we should be going after." Yes, he said WE, not 'YOU', Sam. He's as pissed about it as he is. And the fact he now learns that Sam was forced to kill an innocent? Thats like... Breaking their most sacred code.

He helps Sam to the car, opening the door and getting him in the backseat. He's not going to complain that hopefully they'll get better medical care, but this whole thing just... stinks.

A glance is given to Darcy with a raised eyebrow: "What happened to you?" Yes, the furious Dean can show concern. He settles next to Sam in the back- not one for small talk.

Melinda May has posed:
"I'll tell you everything I know, Sam. But not here." True to her words, May doesn't answer Sam until they're all in the vehicle. Partly because moving about, mostly because public areas are not for sharing sensitive intel. But, once they're all settled into the vehicle and pulling away from the hospital (she already knows she'll be driving back out here again to bring Dean to get his car), she start explaining.

"The assassin with the metal arm is known as the Winter Soldier. SHIELD has very little actual footage of the man because he's a ghost, on par with the Black Widow, and she's one of the best infiltration spies in the world currently." No, May doesn't tack on that Romanov was the redhead that questioned Sam that first time in the Triskelion.

"Major assassinations around the world have been attributed to the Winter Soldier, though several can't be substantiated. On that list are peole like John F. Kennedy." Her eyes in the rear view mirror focus on Sam for a split second before returning to the road. "The fact that you noticed his presence and were able to react in time to protect the ambassador is honestly better than anyone in SHIELD has done over the past 60 some odd years. Though, throwing yourself into the path of his blade was beyond stupid." Those last words actually show the tiniest hint of the amount of worry May's been hiding.

Taking a turn particularly carefuly, May waits until the car is moving straight foward again before adding, perhaps a bit less harshly, "Sam, the security guard you shot. Medical examiners confirmed that his neck had been broken. He was dead before you shot him."

"Lewis, tomorrow after you've slept, I want you to start the paperwork to get body armor requisitioned for both Sam and Dean. The same stuff Coulson wears." Because she'll be damned if she lets either of these children out without proper body armor again.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Are you kidding me, Dean?" Sam growls. "We've gone after pagan gods with sharpened sticks. He can't be worse than that. Gah. Ah." That's him trying to get adjusted as the pain rockets through his gut. "No. He's going down. The fact that he's still around just means he wasn't hunted by the right people yet."

May chastizes him for throwing himself into the path of the blade, and he shakes his head. "That wasn't it. I was throwing the ambassador out of the way. I intended to be out of the way with him, but the Soldier was fast. Damned fast. I knew it was a possibility, but better me than an innocent. That's //what we do//." He glances at Dean, as if for confirmation. That is what they do right? Their blood before the blood of others, always. He won't say no to body armor though. His eyes narrow...they're going to need that.

Their reassurances he didn't kill that guy help, a little, but...only a little. That he did good. He looks away.

"He ripped taser electrodes right out of his chest and went on a killing spree. He's a //monster// Dean. By any other name. And we have to take him down."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Metal Arm Dude flung me down a hallway after he shrugged my tazer, ducked my shoulder check, and nearly choked me to death. But that's cool. He didnt' make your brother go completely splat for making him miss his target," Darcy says to Dean as she helps him get his borther settled into the back seat. She climbs in right after and buckles in.

"Home, James!" she says flippantly BEFORE May gets into the driver's seat. Her head turns to Sam.

"Hey, handsome. You did good. Spotted the mook and everything!" Darcy cheers for Sam softly as may turns over the engine and starts on Momma May's story time. Darcy loves mommy May's storytime. Especially when Darcy is on meds. Meds make Momma May storyline so much better!

Hmm? Orders? Darcy smiles broadly.

"Sure thing, Boss. Boys, I'm going to need measurements..." Her cackle will give away that no, no she really doesn't.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Gods and demons and spirits have rules. This guy has 60-something years of assassinations under his belt and isn't in our field. I don't think there are rules we can use." Dean quips back to Sam, sighing. "Maybe if we at least get what we can learn and find a way to go at him together. Your not taking this alone."

As far as the method in which Sam saved the Ambassador, he doesn't flinch, nor does he seem angry. He can't really be angry over something he'd likely of done in his brother's place. Its how they were raised. Save others. No matter the cost.

A faint sigh and his angry expression at May at least breaks as he looks out the window as they drive. Taking it all in. It seems like Sam keeps getting caught up in a whirlwind and he's struggling to hold onto him. Only choice is to go into the tornado with him. "Fine, but we do it smart." Like they know how to do. Research. Learn. Prepare. Get themselves ready before they jump in head first- its how they've survived this long. And it is that knowing look that he gives Sam.

Melinda May has posed:
May manages to NOT sigh aloud. They're tasking themselves with going after the Winter Soldier. Poor, stupid fools. But, at least she can try to give them as much of a chance as possible. That means seeing if she can get Natasha to train them on what kind of fighting styles to expect from Soldier. "Sounds like a fool's errand, but if you're both bent on doing this, I'll see about getting you sparring practice time with Romanov." She'd ask Darcy to make note of it, but she suspects the younger agent has fallen asleep again.

Quickly enough they arrive at the Triskelion and when the car gently stops near an entryway there's a small medical staff there waiting with a stretcher. Sorry, Sam. No complaining. At least they'll let you continue wearing your trousers.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Sprring time with Romanov. Darcy adds it to the calendar adn is typing up the email memo to Natasha as the car rolls to a delivate stop. Not sleeping on the job THIS time! God, May!

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam relaxes when Dean outlines a strategy. It's a weird role reversal. Normally Dean is on fire and Sam is the one cautioning more research, more information, more time. But...sometimes this happens. He nods, content now that he knows Dean will be with him on it. He won't complain as he's put on the stretcher. May tells him he can have sparring time.

He looks at her with his soft, puppy dog eyes. "May Dean and I please have all the information SHIELD has on him?"

Because where else would the research begin? They're not going to pick this one up in old newspaper articles.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Sometimes. They have to balance each other sometimes otherwise they'd fuel each other into a very horrid and bad situation that would likely result in one or both of them getting killed. Its a weird role reversal, but sometimes it has to happen. Dean's protectiveness of his little brother gaining dominance.

Dean's lips quirk a little at Sam's puppy dog eyes but he doesn't comment. His 'steel face of grumpy brother' is still there as he goes to walk alongside the stretcher to stay by his brother's side. he's staying pretty quiet. He's still fuming.

Melinda May has posed:
May lets the car be taken by the carpool agent (aka, the valet service), and leads Darcy to follow the others into the building. Mostly so Dean doens't get stopped by anyone as it's his first visit to the building and Security might take exception. Especially if his jacket carries the kind of accoutrement that Sam's clothing did. One of the medical staff tries to ask Dean to step back a bit, but a glare from May before the woman can say a single word is enough to stop the words before they're uttered.

Once in Medical, May hands off the documentation she brought with her from the hospital and waits for Darcy and/or the boys to be released again. Problem is, it's this kind of downtime that she's been avoiding for fear of completely crashing. So, claims a tablet and starts working oncompiling everything SHIELD has that she feels the Winchesters will need to know about the Winter Soldier... and doesn't exceed Sam's relative security level. Not real security level, because he's not really an agent.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy brings up Dean's rear. Because sometimes a guy's got to have a helping hand. SHIELD Medical already looked over Darcy, and so it's just a quick glance for her. It's Sam they focus on. He was in ER after all.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Thank you, Agent May," Sam says, letting those big brown eyes squeeze shut.

Meanwhile, he's thinking furiously. Maybe SHIELD has the medical technology to get him up and moving that much faster. He's already had one surgery after all. Maybe they can straight up regenerate his whatever is wrong. So they can find this guy that much faster.