Title: Head Trip
Author: Exdemon1120
Rating: T / PG13

Pairings: None
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Jess, John
Genre: Limp!Sam Hurt Comfort Drama Psychological Suspense AU Angst

Warnings: Graphic violence, language
Spoilers: Minor through season 4

Disclaimer: Based on the Series Supernatural. Copyright infringement not intended.

Summary: Sam wakes up in a mental hospital and is told that Dean isn't real. Dean & Bobby try to care of Sam who was injured during a hunt and has yet to regain consciousness. Sam begins to flash back and forth between realities. He tries to hold on to his sanity.

Notes: There are a lot of flashbacks and scene shift between the realities. If you enjoy psychological suspense and such writing styles you should enjoy the story.

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CHAPTER ONE
Lying Safe In Bed

Sam Winchester rolled over in bed, the bright glow of morning slightly stung his eyes. He shut them tight as he attempted to block out the day. A small groan escaped his lips. He wondered what time it was. Lately Dean would wake him up before dawn. Dean kept them constantly chasing after hunts. Perhaps Dean had finally managed to rest. 'Good,' Sam thought. It was about time Dean had a good night's sleep. Sam his best to sit up quietly, so not to wake his brother. He wearily rubbed his blurry eyes as he slowly opened them. His eyes blinked, they adjusted to the light. He looked around; his eyes filled with confusion as they surveyed the room.

This wasn't the motel he and Dean had checked into. This room had a plain sterile appearance. He sat there on the uncomfortable bed and examined his surroundings. The walls were stark white. The floors were covered in cold linoleum. A set of pale pastel curtains hung by a rail from the ceiling; they were drawn closed on one side diving the room in half. Across the room a set of partially open vertical blinds covered the only window. A simple white cotton blanket was draped across the young man's legs.

Where was he?

Sam tried to make sense of where he was. He thought a moment... This had to be a hospital. Had Dean taken him to a hospital? He racked his brain to remember the night before. He couldn't remember going to bed. He couldn't even remember them getting back to the motel. “What was the last thing that happened?” He whispered softly to himself as his mind raced.

Jumbled memories flashed in his mind; fragmented like a broken movie reel. They had been helping Bobby with a hunt. Another hunter had been killed. Sam searched his mind for more details but they eluded him. He couldn't remember even simple things; like what city they had been in.

Why was he here?

More broken images. He forced himself to focus. He recalled, they had split up. Sam and Dean had gone to check on one lead while Bobby had gone to track down another. That was when he and Dean had managed to find the thing they were hunting. He tried to piece the scattered memories together. There were too many gaps, like a puzzle with missing pieces.

He slid his legs over the edge of the bed then starred out at the room around him. He had to focus if he was going to make sense of anything. His mind felt like it was spinning a hundred miles an hour as it finally replayed the events from the night before.

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"Sam! Behind you!" Dean shouted, unfortunately his words were too late. He could only watch as his brother was flung across the room head first into a glass partition. The glass shattered, as hundreds of shards scattered everywhere. Sam landed with a sickening thud.

He felt the warm sticky blood ooze from his forehead. The thick red fluid slid gently down his face mixed with his sweat. The sting from the wound made it clear he had a large gash above his brow. He looked down through the thick blood, he could see that it had already formed a small puddle. He began to feel light headed. His vision blurred and doubled. He had to stop the bleeding. He pressed his hand to the wound and attempted to apply pressure However, it was in vain, he could feel his mind fog from the pain. His head throbbed so badly it felt like it was on fire.

He heard more scuffling from the background. 'Dean, needs my help,' he thought as he compelled himself to focus. He tried to push himself up, to command himself to rise, but the blood loss from the blow to his head was taking it's toll. He felt dizzy and the strong urge to throw up.. He barely managed to force himself to his feet. He teetered and staggered as he struggled to get his footing. He turned his attention to the conflict across the room. Sam's vision so blurred that he could barely make out his brother being slammed into a wall. Sam took a step toward the fight and found himself overcome. Then fell forward his eyes rolling back in his head as he scummed to the wound and passed out.

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Had Dean driven him to the hospital after the fight? Sam couldn't remember. In fact, he couldn't remember anything that had happened after he had passed out. Sam raised his hand to his face, he gently felt his forehead for signs of the wound. However, there were no bandages. No stitches. Sam shook his head. None of this made any sense. He continued to survey the room. There was no medical equipment in sight. No IV. No monitors. Nothing. The room was virtually empty from with the exception of his bed, a bureau that stood against one wall, and a table with two chairs over by the window. Through the curtain to his left he could make out the silhouette of a second bed and someone asleep.

He decided to get up and see what was on the other side of the veil that divided the room. He stood, his bare feet tingled as they touched the hard cold floor. He inched his way at first since he expected to be sore and have pain from the previous battle. But there was nothing. No pain. No aches. He felt fine. He knew he should have had a migraine from hitting his head. He should have felt the sharp sting of bruised ribs from the blows he had endured, or at the very least the ache of a pulled muscle. But there was nothing. Why would Dean have brought him here? Sam clearly wasn't injured.

He quietly walked around the room, he didn't want to wake whoever was resting in the other bed. He pulled back the curtain cautiously. He made and attempt to get a look at the other individual's face. However, they laid on their stomach and had their blanket almost covered their head entirely, which made it impossible.

As he continued to investigate he noticed two doors. He opened the first one, and found a bathroom. There was a simple shower no curtain or even shower rod. It was just partially walled off from the rest of the small room. Then there was a public style toilet and a small sink without a counter. Above the sink was a semi reflective material. It was clearly supposed to serve as a mirror even though it wasn't made of glass. He gazed at his reflection. Not a scratch on him. Even many of his old scars seemed lessened of gone all together. He pondered to himself, "How long was I out?" Sam began to worry that he had been here for a great deal of time.

Sam felt a sense of dread set in. He needed answers. Something felt very wrong about this place. He had to find Dean. He became determined to find a nurse, someone or anyone who might know what was going on. He hastily headed for the other door. He could see parts of the empty hall through the small window in the door. He jiggled the handle and discovered it was locked. "What the..." he muttered.

Why would the room be locked? What the hell was going on? He looked around the room once more. This didn't make sense; hospitals don't lock their patients in their rooms. He swiftly headed towards the window he hoped to find some clue about where he was, or possibly a way out. As he pulled the blinds open wide, he found bars on the windows.

He felt his heart pound against his chest. "Where am I?" He whispered to himself as the severity of his situation began to sink in.

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The sound of foot steps echoed in the hall, followed closely by the rattle of keys in the door. Sam turned instinctively as an orderly entered the room. Sam noted the man's name tag read: Carl.

"You're up early today Sam," slight surprise in Carl's voice, "You sleep ok last night?" He asked as he turned and pulled a small cart into the room. It was nearly covered by rows of tiny paper cups, some filled with water and others with pills of various sizes, shapes and colors.

Sam instantly felt uneasy. He ignored the man's question. Right now Sam had too many questions of his own. "What's going on?" His voice was shakier then he had intended.

"Med time just like always," he answered with a slight shrug. Then Carl picked up two of the small paper cups and extended them to Sam, "Usually I have to drag both of you out of bed in the morning for meds.” the orderly smiled briefly, “At least one of you is awake on time this morning."

Sam shook his head, pushing the tiny cups away. "No...." he began, then paused and took a deep breath. He needed to stay calm. He had to figure this out. Things were getting weirder by the second, "I mean where am I and why am I here? What's going on?" He spoke slowly trying his best to make himself clear to the other man.

The orderly gazed at the young man with slight bewilderment, "You're at Langley Porter Psychiatric Hospital.” He paused, as he lowered his hands, a concerned expression on his face, “don't you remember Sam?"

"No. I don't." Sam took a deep breath. This was becoming far too disturbing. What was he doing in a mental hospital? This wasn't right. None of it. His mind flooded with more questions then he could begin to express. He could feel his heart pounded rapidly as the stress within him swelled. "Look I don't belong here,” the young man insisted. “I... I gotta get out of here."

"You know I can't do that Sam," the orderly explained, his voice trembling slightly. He could tell Sam was getting upset. That was never a good thing. Carl admittedly was a bit apprehensive of the young man, and for very good reason. Sam tendency for violent outbursts was legendary among the staff.

The Truth was no one wanted to be on shift when Sam was in the middle of one of his episodes. Sam had on more then one occasion accused staff members of being demons, ghosts, or various types of monsters. Once he had even held down a nurse and attempted an exorcise her. The event had left the poor woman so traumatized she resigned shortly after. Carl could tell Sam agitated which made it clear that today was going to be one of his bad days.

Sam attempted to push the majority of his questions aside. There was only one that mattered right now. Where was Dean? He took a deep breath and spoke, "listen I need to see my brother. Is he around?" Sam noticed the man's quizzical expression. So he clarified, "My brother, Dean." Sam's couldn't help the mixture of fear, frustration and confusion which filled his voice. He just wanted to know what was going on. He just wanted to talk to his brother. He wanted to know why he was here. And what had happened the night before. "Where's Dean?" He repeated his voice sounded angry this time.

There it was, he had asked for Dean. Sam always asked for Dean when he was having a bad day. This was because Sam believed that Dean was his big brother, even though Sam didn't have any siblings. Most of his stories consisted of the two of them traveling around the country stopping in small towns to fight the forces of evil and save the world.

It was quite sad to see the deterioration of what had once been a nice young man. To see him retreat into a fantasy world in order to escape the memories of his past which confronted him here. It was ironic that for Sam the fantasy was a safe haven considering the violent nature of his delusions.

Carl took a deep breath, he had to be on his guard with Sam in this sort of mood. "Sam,” he spoke slowly, keeping his voice level and as calm as possible, “you do remember that Dean isn't real? Don't you?"

"What?" Sam asked incredulously, he was completely floored by what the other man had just said. "Of course he's real;” his voice shook with anger and fear, “he's my brother." What in the hell was this guy saying? “What in the hell is going on?”

Carl took a step back, "listen, I'll go get Doctor Miller."

"I don't need a doctor," Sam's voice raised, his anger toward the orderly's patronizing manner growing steadily. "I need to find my brother,” his teeth clinched a bit as he spoke, “I need to find Dean.” He felt the frustration well up inside him and could no longer fight the urge; he rushed at the shorter man. Sam grabbed hold of Carl's shoulders tightly. Sam's anger just took over as he shook the man violently.

"Get off of me!" The orderly yelled, as he managed to push Sam away. Carl quickly pushed the cart between himself and the deranged patient. He used the obstacle as an opportunity to reach the door. "I need some help in here," he called out, getting the attention of several other staff members. Within seconds several other orderlies and nurses filled the room.

The commotion woke the man in the other bed. He turned over noting the struggle, shrugged and then rolled back over in bed covering his head with his pillow and blanket.

One of the larger men grabbed Sam by the arm; Sam struggled against the tight grasp. He did all he could to break the man grip. However, the orderly was far too strong and Sam's efforts were wasted, as the man manged to grappled Sam's other arm as well.

Sam refused to give in so easily. In retaliation he raised his knee to connect with the man's midsection. This blindsided the man, and caused him to release his hold. He doubled over as the air was forced from his lungs.

Sam took advantage of the momentary distraction. The large orderly looked genuinely shocked as Sam's fist connected with his jaw. The resulting flash of red was followed by black for the orderly, as he fell to the floor. Sam launched himself towards the door. He pushed past two of the young women who stood between him and the exit. He was desperate to escape this nightmare, and didn't care who he had to go through to get free. The staff however, weren't about to let him go so easily.

Carl quickly stepped between Sam and the door, providing enough of an obstacle for the other staff to get a hold of Sam again. This time around they gripped him tighter. One of the men locked his arms around the young man's torso. He lifted Sam up into the air. As Sam kicked his legs out furiously another orderly took hold of Sam's legs. The patient struggled to free himself from the strong grasp of the orderlies. Then Carl grappled Sam's legs as well, the two men kept Sam from kicking himself free. Then he felt the grasp of two of the nurses as they locked on to his arms. He squirmed and struggled as the group carried him over to the bed. They held him down another nurse began to strap him in.

“Get off of me!” Sam shouted as he tried once more to kick free. “Dean!” It was no use. They had his arms strapped to the bed now and were in the process of strapping his legs down. Why was this happening? Where was Dean? He shouted out for his brother again, “Dean!”

It took every ounce of the group's strength to hold the young man down as he struggled, “Calm down Sam,” one of them urged, as nervous glances were exchanged between each staff member. Sam was losing it today.

"He's going to need to be sedated," one of the men stated, as he finally managed to strap down the final leg.

“Quick 10 milligrams of madazapam,” one of the nurses ordered, as another nurse rushed from the room. She returned seconds later with a syringe.

“Let me go!” Sam demanded as he felt the needle pierced his skin. “No... Let me go...” he pleaded. The cool rush of the medication flow through his veins. Seconds later he could feel his mind began to cloud, as the room began to blurr. His mind felt like it was swimming as the medication began to take full effect. “What are you doing?” He struggled against the dizziness. “Dean...” He felt groggy and disoriented, "Dean, where are...." he trailed off as he drifted into unconsciousness.

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Thanks glad you like it. And well here you go another Chapter.....


CHAPTER TWO
It Was All A Bad Dream

"SAM!" Dean shouted out as the sound of shattering glass fractured the air. He
watched his brother land in a heap amid the broken debris. Dean's first instinct
was to run and check on him. But Dean didn't have time to help his brother now. The
hunter had to focus. So far the fight wasn't going exactly in their favor. In fact
nothing about this case had been what they expected...

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Earlier that day:

The door to the motel swung open; Dean Winchester entered and tossed a newspaper
down on the table in front of his brother, "There's been another one." This was the
second victim since they had arrived, and there had been three others before that.
"It's just like the others. Joe Average going about his day; then he just starts
freaking out and hallucinating. A couple bank tellers had to restrain him till the
cops got there."

The local authorities were beginning to worry that they were dealing with a medical
epidemic. The boys might have agreed and not even bothered with this case if it
weren't for the call from Bobby. The second victim had been Daniel Thorn, a friend
of Bobby's, and a hunter. He had collapsed and began rambling about demons,
monsters, and more. The doctors tried to help him but less then two days later he
died after slipping into a coma. Bobby had caught wind of it and asked the boys to
help him check it out.

Sam rubbed his eyes, he had been staring at his computer for hours and was no
closer to the answer. He shut his laptop, frustrated that he was getting no where
trying to find a connection between the victims. The only thing they had in common
was what happened to them. Even with their theories the boys and Bobby were no
closer to finding the thing responsible. Without knowing why or how it was picking
it's victims they had little chance of finding it. More frustrating was the fact
that each victim had collapsed in public, and none of the witnesses were the same.
No common thread. There was no one they could link between the attacks. Which made
their best guess, that some demon was taking people for joy rides before infecting
the victims. But even that was just a theory.


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Sam and Dean caught up with Bobby at the First National Bank where the latest
victim had been infected. They posed as CDC officials (a disguise that wouldn't fly
for very much longer if there were any more victims; because the real CDC would
show up). Once they convinced the manager they were who they claimed, they asked to
see the security footage from the incident.

The manager showed them to the security office and granted their request for
privacy. The trio sat in front of the monitors watching the footage. They watched
the victim standing in line with several other bank patrons. There was nothing that
seemed out of the ordinary. Then the man in front of the victim finished his
business. As the other man was leaving he bumped into the victim. Then the victim
approached the teller, at first everything seemed normal. Then he began to look
from side to side franticly. They wished the footage had audio. It would have
helped to hear what was going on.

They could tell he was questioning the teller. He was acting paranoid. He became
increasingly agitated, and it was obvious he was shouting. He then jumped the
counter and began attacking the teller. Seconds later other employees came to the
young woman's aid pulling the man off and holding him down.

"Rewind it." Sam ordered. He had clearly noticed something.

"What?" Dean asked as he began rewinding the tape. He past the chaos and was back
to the men standing in line quietly.

"Stop." Sam pointed to the man who had bumped into the victim, "There. That guy..."
Dean paused the tape the screen frozen on the man as he pocketed the roll of
quarters he had received from the teller.

"What about him he wasn't at any of the other scenes." Bobby stated referring to
the other camera footage they had managed to get on two of the other victims.

Sam noticed a copy of the same paper Dean had given him that morning. He grabbed
the news paper from the desk then flipped it open to the obituaries. The youngest
hunter pointed down at a photograph, "Look familiar?" The man in the photograph was
the same man on the screen. The only problem was that he had died two days ago.

"What's a dead guy need with a roll of quarters?" Bobby asked. They had found their
culprit.

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The Present:

Dean was facing off with a guy who was supposed to be dead. A guy who the hunters
had thought was possessed by a demon. That theory had gone out the window rather
quickly; since he had walked right out of the devil's trap they painted on the
floor like it was just bad graffiti. Which meant he wasn't a demon; a fact that
left them surprised and Sam injured. Now Dean had to think fast. What the hell was
this thing.

It's flesh looked pale and the guy had been dead... Could he be a zombie? Dean
tried to formulate a plan, as the two began to fight. If it was a zombie Dean would
need silver. Even if it didn't kill the damn thing, it might at least get the guy
to take off. That would give the hunters a chance to regroup and call Bobby. It
would also give Dean a chance to check on Sammy.

Dean took another swing at the undead foe narrowly missing him, only to have the
man grab Dean's arm and yank him slamming the hunter into the wall. The weak rotten
wood of the abandoned house creaked from the impact. Dean flung his head backwards
making contact with a head butt to the man's face.

Dean wished they had planned this out better. He also wished Bobby hadn't been
following up on another lead. Why had he insisted they go in alone? He needed
something silver if he was right, but his knife was out in the car.

The man stumbled back from the force of the head butt. Turning Dean saw Sam
standing up. 'Good. He's ok,' Dean felt somewhat reassured. Now they could take
this guy down. Dean's fist quickly connected with the man's already broken nose.
The man's hands raised; grabbing his face out of reflex. Another punch. The man's
head spinning a bit. Another thud. 'Where was Sam?' Dean looked past his enemy, the
thud had been Sam, as he fell back to the floor.

Caught off guard Dean felt a fist slam into his jaw. He staggered back. Once again
the man rushed the hunter. This time the force sent the two of them thru the
weakened wall. They landed with a harsh thump on the floor. The old floor boards
creaking beneath their bodies as the two combatants wrestled. Both of them trying
to either attain or maintain top position. Then came the sound of wood splitting,
as The floor gave way to their weight. They fell through to the basement below. The
two men landing on a pile of rubble. Dean felt the wind knocked out of him from the
sudden fall. Luckily his fall had been broken by his foe. His luck didn't last long.

The man shoved Dean off. The force sent the hunter sailing through the air; until
he collided with the wall. Dean slammed against the brick surface, then fell to the
floor. He quickly shook off the pain and began to pull himself up.

Had to keep fighting. Had to kill the thing. Had to help Sam.

Then the knee of his opponent connected with his torso. The force knocked the air
out of him once more. Then another knee; this time to his face. The blow caused him
to stumbled back into a stack of boxes, which fell down around him. He heard the
thing growl. He looked at it snarling at him. It was preparing to rush him again.
Then the hunter spotted a piece of splintered wood lying beside him. He scrambled
to grab the broken floor board as the creature ran at him. Dean raised the sharp
wooden implement just in time for the man to impale himself. Blood dripped from
it's mouth as it went limp.

Breathing heavily, Dean shoved the lifeless thing off of him. He only took a second
to catch his breath before the memory of Sam caught up with him. He scanned the
room quickly noting the stairs. He ran back upstairs, through the house, back into
the room where Sammy had been. "Sam!" His brother lay on the floor blood covering
his face. Dean rushed to his side, grabbing his brother and pulling him up
slightly. "Sammy! Wake up! SAM!"

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The Impala drove swiftly down the old country road. Dean pulled his cell out and
dialed Bobby's Number. He had to let the other hunter know what was going on.

The phone rang only twice before the older hunter picked up, "Dean?"

"Yeah Bobby it's me." He decided not to start with what had happened to Sam, "Good
news, I got the thing."

"That's great." Bobby felt relieved the hunt was finally over.

"Not so much. Sam kind of got knocked out."

"Is he alright?" Bobby's tone instantly becoming concerned.

"Yeah. I mean I think he will be. He's bleeding pretty good but it looks like
something we can patch up quick." Dean looked over at his brother. Sam was still
unconscious. Dean had wrapped a makeshift tourniquet around the wound. "Listen meet
me back at the motel."

"Alright on my way." The two hunters hung up their phones.

Dean kept glancing from the road to the injured man beside him, "Come on wake up
already," he muttered half under his breath.

A slight groan escaped the injured man's lips. "Dean?" Sam's voice almost a
whisper. His head felt like it had been put into a blender. His mind a jumbled
mess. Where was he? "Where's Dean?" he muttered as his thoughts became words.

"I'm right here Sam," Dean answered, as he tried to split his attention between the
road and his brother.

Sam heard the familiar voice. "Dean?" he questioned hopeful and relieved to hear
the sound of Dean's voice. The relief only lasted a moment as the nausea and
dizziness became all consuming. Suddenly Sam lurched forward and vomited, covering
the dashboard and floor in front of him.

"Dude my car." Dean responded more out of reflex then anything else.

Sam slumped back his eyes fluttering. His vision was blurred. He could just make
out vague shapes. He became aware of the feeling of the sticky blood drying on his
face. Where was he? It was dark. The engine. He could hear the car engine. Was he
in the Impala? His ears ringing. "Dean? What happened?" His mind starting to put
together the pieces.

"You took a pretty good hit, when that guy knocked you out," Dean explained.

"The hospital?"

Dean shook his head, "It's ok Sam. It's not that bad." He reassured his brother.
"We're on the way to the motel. Bobby and I will patch you up." There was no need
to deal with all the questions that would come if they went to the hospital.

"No I was there... I was...." Sam tried to explain, but darkness began to fill his
mind again. He could feel his mind swirling as he slipped back into
unconsciousness...

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"Sam... Sam can you hear me?"

Sam began to come around the soft sound of a woman's voice filling his ears. His
mind swimming and churning. What had happened? It felt like a dream. Fragmented
bits and pieces. Dean. A fight. A hospital. It didn't make sense.

"Sam? Are you with me?"

The voice came again. His eyes still too heavy to open. He doubted that they would
be able to focus even if he could manage to open them. Why was he having such
trouble waking up? What had happened? Why was that voice so familiar? A small moan
escaped his throat. It wasn't just his eyelids that felt heavy. His whole body felt
like it was weighted down by cinder blocks. His kinesthetic senses beginning to
become more aware. He was in a bed. He could tell that much, but couldn't feel the
weight of a blanket. He noted a sensation in his wrists. Something was around them.
He tried to move his limbs. They felt like they were made of stone. He could barely
move them, but it wasn't just because of the way he felt. He knew now he was bound
to the bed.

Fear began to fill his mind. The hunt with Dean...

Had something gone wrong? God Dean. Was he ok? Who had them?

"Sam, It's Doctor Miller. Can you hear me?"

Doctor who? The voice was so familiar. What was going on. Sam mustered all the
energy he could and opened his eyes. The bright sting of florescent light burning
from above. The room a blurry jumble of shadow and shapes. White all around him.
The shape of a woman slowly taking form. His mind still swimming. Still unable to
focus his eyes, a soft whimper from his lips. He was trying to speak but finding it
as difficult as opening his eyes. It felt like he had been drugged. More swirling
memories. The hospital... had they done something there. Why would he have been at
a hospital. Nothing made sense.

"Sam, Do you know where you are?"

"Wha..." a small sound escaped his dry lips. The feeling of thirst. His mouth dry.
More dizziness.

"Do you know where you are?"

His eyes focusing more he could see now that she had blond hair. That voice...
was so familiar.

"Sam..."

His limbs were starting to feel lighter as time past. His eyes focusing more.

Then he made out her face.

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Wow, I like this! Sam angst is the best kind of angst. Plus I have a thing for psychological hooks. Can't wait to see where this goes.

great new update i love it plz add some more soon

Thanks guys. Glad you like it so far.

Um... right now I am abouth half way thru the next chapter. So it should be up in the next few days. Can't say for sure cause I'm still kind of reeling from last nights episode I can only say wow.... I love EK and staff's ability to foreshadow. I wish I was that good at it.

this story is so good and so scary too-what's happening to Sammy? :cry

Thanks again for reading guys. :) And here is the new chapter finally.

CHAPTER THREE
Spinning In Your Head

"Dean..." Sam's mind slipping back and forth between the impala and the hospital.
"Dean..." He tried to sit up the restrains holding him back. The disorientation was
slowly fading as he realized his surroundings. Dean was gone. The Impala gone. Why
was this happening? his mind was a wash with memories from both realities. Mixed
and woven together in an incoherent tapestry. He had to hold on to what was real.
He had to hold on to his memories of Dean.

"Dean's not here Sam," she reminded him. She could tell he was in the mist of one
of his delusions. She would have to be delicate. Careful not to upset him again.

"Where's my brother?"

"Sam," the soft female voice of Doctor Miller spoke, "do you remember me?"

He attempted to focus on the woman. His mind was a mix of scrambled memories, those
of Dean and his life hunting. Of his father and living on the road. And other
memories that were sneaking into his mind that he didn't recognize. Although he
knew he had never meant her before, he did, in fact remember her. "Doctor Miller?"
his voice unsure. He didn't understand why he remembered her. Why she was so
familiar. He had small fragments of memories of her. Memories of talking to her
before. Memories of sessions with her. None of them were whole. None complete only
bits and pieces. Why would he have these memories, this was only a dream. It had to
be a dream. He could still remember his life hunting so much clearer. This place
felt foreign, strange and yet at the same time familiar. Why?

She smiled faintly, "Yes Sam it's me. It's good to have you back." She was relieved
that he was coherent for the moment. In his lucid periods she had the best chance
to reach him.

"Sam, do you know where you are?" She asked trying to get him to come back to
reality. Trying to get him to remember where he was.

His eyes focusing again. What was going on. He was just in the Impala. How did he
get here. Wait the dream. It was a dream wasn't it? It had to be. He looked at the
woman before him, remembering where he was, he muttered, "the hospital."

"Good," He was at least aware of his surroundings. This would at least make things
easier. "Yes you are in a mental institution. Do you remember what happened?"

"There was a fight I was... I hit my head." He tried to connect the pieces. "Is
Dean alright?"

She took a step back. She knew how violent Sam could get if he was provoked. "Sam
you need to focus. It's me Doctor Miller. You had an episode. We had to restrain
you again. Do you remember?"

"How did I get here?"

"Sam, you've been here for the nearly four years."

"No. No." He jerked and pulled at the restraints. His strength failing him. "Dean!
DEAN!" This was wrong. It had to be a dream. A delusion. He had hit his head in the
fight. He needed to wake up.

"Dean isn't real Sam. None of it is real. There are no demons to fight. No spirits.
Those things aren't real and neither is Dean." She could tell this was going to be
a long day. She tried to keep her voice clam and even.

"Wake up Sam. Wake up," he said to himself.

"Sam you are awake. You need to stay with me. Each time you revert to the fantasy
you only make it more real to yourself. You need to deal with the truth."

"This isn't real. It isn't..." his voice trailing off his mind spinning. It felt
like his whole body was being whirled around in a cyclone yet he could tell he
wasn't moving. "This isn't real."

"It is real Sam. You need to face it. We have been making great progress lately,
I'd hate to see you relapse and fall back into your paranoid delusions." She looked
at him with concern, "You can get better Sam you don't have to let the past and
what happened do this to you. Your medication and our sessions have been working.
Please Sam stay with me here. Just focus on my voice. This is real. This is
reality. You don't have to flee to such a dark and violent world."

* * * * * * * * * *

Bobby re-entered the motel room, carrying ice. "How's he doing?" He walked over to
the bathroom and grabbed a towel then began bundling up some of the ice to make a
new compress for Sam.

"He's still out." Dean sat by the bed keeping watch over his little brother. "I
wish he'd just wake up already."

Bobby looked down examining Sam. He was beginning to get concerned. He removed the
old towel. The cut was doing ok. It had looked much worse then it was. Head
injuries were like that even a small one would bleed like crazy. It wasn't the cut
that worried him tho, since they had stopped the bleeding. What worried him was the
knot that had formed, and the fact that Sam hadn't came to. He would occasionally mutter a few words but nothing more. He put the new ice pack on the young man's head. "I think we've waited long enough. He should have woke up by now. He ain't."

"I know." Dean rubbed his face. They had been hoping that it wasn't serious just
some of the typical triage they were used to taking care of themselves. That way
there would be no need to go to the hospital. Plus it wasn't like they hadn't taken
care of worse cuts. However, it was clear now that Sam needed a doctor.

"I'll get the car ready." Bobby offered as he headed back out of the room.

Dean was left alone with his younger brother. He leaned forward, "Come on Sam, you
got to wake up." He wondered if Sam could even hear him, "I mean it's not like I
can make another deal, you know. So you have to wake up. Alright?" He tried to joke
but even he couldn't make light of things. "Can you hear me? Cause if you can you
have to wake up." Still nothing. Sam remained motionless. "I can't fight this war
without you." A single tear began to slide from his eye. Dean quickly wiped it as
he heard the door begin to open, it was Bobby, and it was time to go.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam lay in the back seat of the Impala. Slowly drifting into semi-consciousness
again. He had been in the front seat. Why was he in the back now. He glanced around
eyes blurry, Dean.... and Bobby... He was about to speak but the dizziness was too
much. Laying down while moving in the car was only making it worse. The street
lights blinding him as they passed each one. He tried to shut his eyes to settle
the swimming feeling in his head. He muttered softly, "Where are we?"

The occupants in the front seat however didn't hear him, and appeared to be unaware
Sam was awake. He tried to muster himself to speak again. But the swirling was too
much. He began to feel faint again.

"Sam!" Doctor Miller was above him shining a light in his eyes. He was
unresponsive. She took a syringe and injected Sam with medication. "Sam, come on
stay with me," she pleaded. She didn't want him to revert into the fantasy. He
needed to hold on. They had come too far over the past few years. Sam began to come
around slowly. His eyes blinking in response to the light now. Doctor Miller took a
deep breath, "Good. That's right keep hold, you can do it." She urged him on.

"Dean, Bobby..."

"No Sam. That's the fantasy. You need to focus. You can do this. You have made so
much progress. Please don't relapse again."

"We were in the car."

"It's just a dream Sam."

"But..." His mind couldn't make sense which was real. Was this real? Was Dean? Dean
had to be real. He had to be. Why would he fantasize about a world like that? This
couldn't be real. Right?

* * * * * * * * * *

Bobby and Dean carried the younger man into the emergency room. "My brother's been
hurt. Can somebody help us?" Dean asked getting the attention of a couple of
nurses, and a doctor.

"What happened?" The doctor questioned as he motioned to the nurses to bring over a
gurney. Seconds later the young man was lying on the bed as the doctor began to
look him over.

"There was a fight. He got knocked out." Dean would worry later about making up
believable details that didn't involve something supernatural. For now simple and
true would probably be better.

"We stopped the bleeding and got ice on it." Bobby added.

"Let's get him to exam one people," the doctor declared, as the group began to
wheel off the gurney and young hunter.

Dean grabbed the doctor's arm before he could follow, "Is he gonna be alright?"

"You need to step back sir, let us do our job." Dean reluctantly let go and watched
as his brother disappeared into the exam room with the hospital staff.

* * * * * * * * * *

"I need a CT, we need to see how severe the damage might be." The doctor ordered as
he shut the clip board and exited the room to scheduled the procedure with
radiology.

Moments later one of the nurses was wheeling Sam down the hall on the stretcher.

"Dean..." Sam whispered. He could hear people talking around him, the sounds of an
intercom. He tried to latch on to the sound of the voices around him. Everything
felt like it was moving so quickly. The lights above were so bright. He wasn't in
the Impala any more. Was it the dream? No this was different.

He tried to sit up. "You need to lie down, sir." one of the nurses said as she
gently pushed him back down on the gurney. "Please just lie still, you're going to
be alright. I'm taking you for a CT."

"My brother....."

"He's just out in the lobby. Do you remember what happened?" She began questioning
him unsure how long he would remain conscious and knowing any more information she
could get could help them to take care of him.

"He's here..." Sam trailed off somewhat relieved. He shut his eyes to block out the
florescent lights as they glared down one after the other as he was pushed down the
hall. "I need to see my brother." he added hoping the nurse would get him as soon
as possible.

"Sam I can help you but only if you stay with me."

No not that voice again. He slowly opened his eyes, "No... I was back... No." Again
his surrounding had become the mental hospital. Again he was still strapped to the
bed.

* * * * * * * * * *

what a nightmare!!!!poor boy,I'm feeling so bad for him!
I can't wait for the next chapter ;)

:evil The nightmare is just starting. LOL seriously it's about to get really interesting in the next chapter. Which I have about 400 words done right now of it. Estimating it at atound 1500 total. So getting there. Any way it should be done in a day or so. If I keep going at the pace I have it might even be later tonight. And I am really having fun with this chapter cause it's going to really give more of a sense of the "alternate" reality. And make things a little less clear for the audience, as to which is really real. :)

is it just starting?? :cry :D
amazing,it sounds really great! ;)

:evil

I'm in love with this story. :cloud9
I feel bad for Sam, but at the same time...I am intrigued. :lmao

Can't wait for more. :clap

CHAPTER FOUR
Retrace The Years

It had taken a while but Sam had finally calmed down. It had been one of his worst
episodes in weeks. Doctor Miller had reluctantly agreed to let him out of the
restraints, as long as he agreed to take his medication with no more objections. He
also had to attend group and his private session later in the day. She knew that
the routine they had built over the past years was always a good way to help him
maintain a hold on reality.

She walked past the community room to check on him. He sat there watching
television. She stopped and spoke to one of the orderlies, "hey Carl, how has he
been?"

"Quiet so far, but I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"The routine helps. Just keep a close eye on him. If he needs to be restrained
again we'll deal with that then."

Carl nodded and turned his attention back to the patients.

Doctor Miller continued on to her office. She shut the door behind herself, and
took a deep breath. Finally a chance to sit down. It had been a long morning,
between rounds, Sam, and all of her other patients. She was already feeling
exhausted, and it was still an hour till lunch.

She laid down her stack of files, on the top was Sam's file. She sat down and
picked up his file. "Well today is the big day," she said to herself, as she opened
the file to go over it again in preparation.

The file was thick, stuffed full of clippings, notes, and details of the various
medical treatments they had tried, his whole history. She flipped through it for a
few minutes examining the pages. It had been quite a road that led the young man
here.

* * * * * * * * * *

News Article:
November 2, 1983

Woman found brutally murdered. Early this morning firefighters were called to the
scene of a house fire by neighbors. When they arrived they managed to contain the
blaze. When questioned, Fire chief Fitzpatrick said, "It was a clear case of
arson." The most disturbing discovery was to come. Police examined the scene and
found the remains of one, Mary Winchester, brutally murdered then burned.

The coroner has established the cause of death as homicide saying, "The young woman
was beaten severely. These injuries were serious however she was then stabbed
repeatedly in the abdomen. She was very likely still alive when she was set on
fire." He continued later in the interview saying, "This was the most gruesome
murder I've even seen."

Authorities have been unable to find her husband John Winchester for questioning.
Neighbors have said he seemed to be easily angered. He and Mary had separated a
year before. Mary's uncle had this to say, "John used to beat her, it was after he
finally broken her arm after getting drunk that she left him." Her surviving family
is particularly concerned for the whereabouts of the couples young son, Sam. Sam
Winchester is four years old, the court had awarded custody to Mary in the divorce;
however, John was fighting for visitation rights.

The day before the fire a neighbor who wishes to remain anonymous stated, "John
showed up at the house drunk and demanding to see Sammy." The police were called to
scene and had to force John to leave the property.

They are now very concerned for the welfare of the young boy who may have been
witness to his mother's slaying. They do believe he is alive but in danger. Police
urge anyone with any information on the whereabouts of John Winchester to contact
authorities immediately. They also caution, as he is their prime suspect. He is
considered to be armed and dangerous. Authorities caution that the no one in the
public should attempt to apprehend him. If anyone has any information or has seen
either John or Sam winchester please contact local or state police immediately.

The article also featured a mug shot of John along with a photo with Mary and Sam.

* * * * * * * * * *

Police Report:
of officer Michael Murry
March 17, 1989
Pontiac, Illinois

We were called to the Astoria Hotel by Charles Martin the desk clerk. He believed
one of the occupants had abandoned a young boy there. When we arrived there we
found a 10 year-old boy alone in the room. He claimed his father had just left for
a few minutes and would be back soon. Upon interviewing other occupants we found
that no one had seen the father since he had paid for the week four days before.

We turned the boy over to social services. His identity was later confirmed to be
that of Sam Winchester a child who had gone missing at the age of four six years
prior. This father John Winchester was wanted in an on going investigation into the
murder of Mary Winchester.

Further investigation lead us to believe that John was also responsible for the
death of a local woman Margret Wilson. We found evidence at the scene including
finger prints and video footage from a security camera.

Upon putting the prints into the database we found they had also been at the scene
of at least 10 other murder investigations in several states. It appears that he is
connected with or at least has information about the crimes. He is the prime
suspect in all the other cases. He is presumed armed and dangerous.

We continued to stake out the Hotel in hopes of apprehending the man and
questioning him. However, after two week he has still not surfaced nor has any
further leads about his whereabouts.

Sam has since been placed into foster care where he will remain until another
living family member can be located.

* * * * * * * * * *

Medical Report:
Doctor Lewis Hendricks
August 27, 1993

This was my final session with Sam Winchester. His Uncle and Aunt had brought him
to see me after receiving custody of the young boy. Sam had been abducted by his
father and held captive for six years, after witnessing his mother's death.

In trying to cope with the reality of what his father did and how abusive his
father was to him Sam developed an imaginary friend of sorts. He created a brother
he calls Dean. This was in part a way to create a stable and loving familiar bond
which he lacked. It was also a way to retreat from the abuse. Over time Sam's
“brother” became an alternate personality would look out for Sam. The Dean persona
would seek approval from his father, and would try to shield Sam from the abuse.

When I first received Sam's file I was concerned I would not be able to help this
boy. His father is wanted in connection with multiple homicides. In fact
authorities have been in contact with me frequently over the past three years in
hopes that Sam would be able to provide information or evidence in his father's
case.

However, Sam has blocked out even the memories of his mother's death. His father
would leave him alone for long periods of time, in fact. Leaving the boy alone in
motels even at the age of just five.

I have managed to get him to manifest the Dean persona in order to confront him
with what happened to his mother. According to "Dean" their mother was killed by a
demon and their father tried to save her. He says he didn't see it because he had
to carry Sam out of the fire. However, he has described in detail that she was
pinned against the ceiling her stomach bleeding, before bursting into flames. This
is most likely the result of his father's influence, as well as, in part due to the
imagination of a toddler trying to make sense of what he witnessed.

It has taken me over three years now to merge the memories of the two
personalities. In the course I have used hypnosis to help unlock the buried
memories as well as to help merge them.

I am referring him to another specialist to continue his therapy. While I have
combined the personalities and repaired the fracture he still has much to deal
with. He now has to learn to cope with the memories and his past in a more healthy
way. Doctor Greg Taylor will continue where I have left off. His Aunt and Uncle are
moving in hopes that a fresh start will aid in his recovery. I have to agree with
this decision. While living here in Lawrence has helped him to reconstruct his
memories a fresh start could help him learn to deal with them.

* * * * * * * * * *

Doctor Miller shut the file after looking over those any many more notes and
articles. She then turned to her computer. She began typing.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam Winchester's case came to my attention four years ago. He was brought in after
being apprehending in a domestic disturbance, in which he attacked his finance
Jessica Moore. She had confronted him after he returned from a trip he claimed he
took with his brother. She had been worried when he failed to answer her calls and
had gone through his things finding a phone number for his Uncle and Aunt. Upon
calling them she had found out that he did not have a brother. She also learned of
his time in counseling for trying to deal with his imagined brother. When he was
confronted by these facts he lashed out, attacking her and setting fire to their
apartment. Luckily neighbors were able to stop Sam. Emergency crews arrived and put
out the fire and rushed the seriously injured Jessica to the hospital. Sam was
taken into custody.

I have attributed Sam's relapse to the sudden re-appearance of his father. John
Winchester made contact with his son by phone. It was this call that lead Sam to
Jericho, California. It was there that Sam confronted his father. Police found John
dead in the home of Constance Welsh. Constance and her children were also found
dead. Time of death puts the deaths of the family prior to Sam's arrival and when
he was still with Jessica. This at least means that Sam was not responsible for
those deaths. When Sam arrived he found his father there with the dead bodies. His
father insisted that the demon that killed Mary Winchester had resurfaced, and that
something larger was starting. He wanted Sam to come with him to hunt the demon.
This was when Sam confronted him. There was a struggle, and Sam killed his father.

After evaluation it became clear that Sam was not mentally competent to stand
trail, and that he was suffering from mental illness. The courts agreed, and he was
instead remanded to this psychiatric facility to receive the rehabilitation he
needed.

I believe it was the killing of his father that caused the previous fracture in his
mind to re-appear. However, the guilt, and surfacing memories made the fracture
worse. He began to sink into a fantasy world. Often becoming unresponsive to myself
and staff. Upon waking he would tell fantastic stories. Claiming he was, in fact,
traveling across country with his brother "Dean" trying to find their father. This
delusion continued. He began to fashion an elaborate world where he was a hero
hunting down evil and saving people. After the "death" of his father in this
fantasy world his guilt re-surfaced and manifested by a shift in his world where he
became a sort of anti-Christ figure. This shift has continued, and is now causing a
rift between he and his brother in the fantasy. He also claims that he and his
brother are in the mist of a war between heaven and hell. Where actual demons and
angels often inter act with them. In this war Sam has even had trouble defining
his place as to weather he is going to bring about the end of the world or save it.

The lines often are blurred as some of the angels are more cold and cruel while a
demon has found it's way to becoming Sam's paramour. The introduction of the “Ruby”
figure may in part be due to the guilt he feels for attacking Jessica. However, I
believe it goes deeper then that. It shows that his world is unraveling. His bond
between himself and Dean is weakening, and he uses his new bond with Ruby as a way
to hold onto the fantasy.

I have been working with him trying to keep him from retreating to this world,
which is continually degrading. The latest episode was the first in several weeks.
I am hopeful however that he can be helped. In his fantasy the "demon" responsible
for his woes also killed Jessica. Today I am going to be attempting to shatter the
illusion of the fantasy world. Jessica wishes to see him. I have turned down her
previous requests, over the past year. I have interviewed her, and she does not
hold Sam responsible for what happened. She knows that it is the result of what he
went through as a child and the abuse by his father. And while I do worry what
effect this could have on Sam to see her again, I know that this could also be key
to getting him to hold on to reality and not give in to the fantasy.

* * * * * * * * * *

:cry this is terrible!I really hope he's dreaming because that alternative reality is the worst I can imagine -a non existent dean is such a sad thingsam is so alone :cry
I can't wait for more ;)

Yeah it is a sucking AU isn't it. It's been hard for me to come up with a history for it that was harsh but not too harsh. There were actually a few different possiblities that I had come up with. I really had to think of something that was believable as a reason for him to be in a mental hospital and what pushed him to it. So it wasn't easy. The disturbing thing is that this one is the best one as far as not being too depressing. I had one where he was actually a psycho and he killed Jess, one where it wasn't just Jess but that he went on a killing spree.

I had trouble even writing the notes for those AU's. I finally settled on this history and managed to get it out in a timeline. That was when I started writing again. Then I decided that I really wanted to use some of the history I came up with in the story and wasn't sure how I wanted to do it. I thought about flashbacks with Sam, thought about hypnosis, and of course the current chapter. I'm still not sure if I went the right way with how I did it. But I hope everyone likes it.

Oh man, this is eerie. o_o
Please let him wake up soon...or at least long enough to talk to Dean. :hide

Awesome update. :clap
Can't wait for more. ^_^

Thanks Djinn...


I did finish another chapter tho and I'm working on the next one now too. I have part of it done as well. So it will probably be up tomorrow. I promise Sam will be awake, or at least in the same reality as Dean in the next update..... :)

CHAPTER FIVE
In The Dream Domain

The dreary eyed effects of the drugs where finally starting to wear off. Sam had
been sitting in the community room, his eyes vacantly starting at the television.
Other patients sat around the room either playing board games, doing puzzles, or
watching TV. A sea of robes and pajamas filling the room. He looked up at the clock
hours had past, but it hadn't felt like it. It's a dream he tried to remind
himself. Or was it the drugs. He could tell they were wearing off. He began to look
around the room. It was open to the main hall which lead to each of the individual
rooms. A couple of windows were along one side. Those wouldn't be any help, thanks
to the bars. It was just like his room. Along the other side of the room was the
nurses desk. It was closed off in a little glass enclosed room. Electronic locks
there to keep patients out. Beside it another door with the same kind of lock. It
was plain however except for a window with a slide door.

He remembered, that's the drug storage closet; where they get all the meds from.
Why did he remember that? He shook his head. Trying to shake odd memories from his
mind. Memories of being here. He continued to look around. Another door beside the
nurses station. It was barred and obviously locked but there was no key pad. He
watched as a doctor approached it to enter. Then a nurse buzzed him in. The exit.
Of course, the only way to open the lock was in the nurses station.

There had to be a way out. Some way out of this nightmare.

"Hey buddy."

Sam turned to see a straggly man standing beside him. He looked somewhat familiar
but Sam couldn't place him. "Wha.."

"Shh..." The man's eyes darted around the room. Looking at the other patients.
Glaring at a few and making them look way. Then he looked back at Sam, noting the
slightly glassy stare. "They dosed you good this time huh?"

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He gave a huff, "Who are you is more the question now isn't it?" His
eyes darting around the room again. "There... ah huh... good..." he motioned behind
them, and Sam looked. The orderly who was watching the room had turned heading to
the meds closet. "Not much time. Not much time."

"What..."

"Shhh... Listen, you can't take the meds. Puts you off your game. Messes up the
plan. Remember the plan."

"What are you talking about?"

"Right. Right. Not the place. Too many eyes. Too many ears." His eyes darting
around the room again, making eye contact with another patient. The odd man gave a
grunt, "What you looking at?" His voice raising.

His outburst was quickly followed by the demanding voice of one of the nurses from
the station, "Ted. Quiet down."

He waved to the woman, "My bad... Won't happen again." Then he turned back to Sam
his voice a whisper again, "Listen Sammy you just play it cool ok. No more
incidents like this morning. You don't want them pissed. Just follow the plan."

Sam looked at the man confused, "What plan?"

"Later, here comes Carl." he scratched his head. "Time for all us nuts to take out
meds." He motioned to the closet door, it's window now open and a tray of little
paper cups resting there. Out front a nurse pulled over a small cart with other
paper cups and a pitcher of water. "Remember don't swallow."

"Come on everyone line up." The deep voice of Carl called out to the room as the
sea of robes rose and obeyed. The patients blindly following one another like
zombies, mindless and vacant.

Ted also rose and motioned for Sam to do the same. They took their place in line.
Ted making Sam go ahead of him. "You first."

One by one the patients took their cup of pills and another of water. One by one
they moved slowly through the line. Each in turn taking the medication. Each in
turn opening their mouths and being checked to make sure they swallowed the meds.
Each waiting for the nurse to be satisfied and let them move along. Then came Sam's
turn. He took the two small cups. How was he going to manage this?

Sam watched the nurses routine. She checked throughly to make sure that the patient
didn't just hide the drugs and not swallow. He stepped in front of her. He paused
looking down at the cups, "Come on Sam we haven't got all day." she stated
impatiently. He raised the cups to his lips and tossed in the pills then followed
with the water. He swallowed the water pushing the pills under his tongue. He had
to think fast. She was about to look in his mouth when Ted shoved him. Knocking him
to the floor. Sam used the opportunity to spit the pills into his hand hiding them.

"Ted!" Carl's voice boomed.

"Right Sorry. My bad." Ted straightened up trying to act as though it was an
accident.

Sam picked himself up slipping the pills into his pocket carefully. Sam then opened
his mouth for the nurse, and she examined it. Then she motioned for Sam to move on.
Then it was Ted's turn. He looked down at the cup. "Some time today," the nurse
grew impatient.

Ted looked up and grinned. Then he threw the cups into the air. "Care to dance?" He
asked not waiting for a response, he grabbed the nurse and began to spin her around
in a sloppy sort of mock waltz.

That was when chaos began to break out. Carl quickly came from the closet, pushing
other patients out of the way. Some of the small cups of both pills and water
dropping to the floor. Patients began to freak out. One man dropped to the floor
and began to pick up the pills trying to stuff them into his mouth. Nurses rushed
from the station two of them hurried to the man and tried to stop his gorging of
meds. Other patients began to scream, some began to fight, others to dance along
with Ted and his new partner. His partner however wasn't in a very musical mood.
She tried to pull away from Ted.

Orderly ran down the halls. Doctors rushing to the scene. Soon the room was filled
with doctors, orderlies, and nurses trying to rein in the chaos. Sam moved back
along the wall trying not to draw any attention. He moved along the wall towards
the door to the station. Trying to get behind one of the staff. Maybe he could lift
one of the id cards. In the chaos it might take them a while to figure out who took
it. He moved behind a pair of patients who were fighting. The two men pushing
shoving and hitting one another; while two orderlies attempted to break up the
fight. Sam got in close about to attempt to swipe the badge hanging from the
orderly's belt. The orderly felt a fist connect with his jaw. He staggered back his
elbow connecting with Sam's head in the process. The sharp pain of he elbow hitting
near Sam's temple disorientated him. He felt the orderly back into him; the two of
them loosing their footing.

He felt the orderly get back up quickly still trying to stop the fight and not
taking note of the young man he landed on. Sam tried to shake off the hit to the
head. Shutting his eyes and literally trying to shake way the sensation.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dean paced back a forth in the lobby. What was taking so damn long? They had, had
Sam back there for hours now. No one would tell him what was going on. He had tired
asking the nurses, even tried flirting with them to find out something. All he ever
got was "They're running some tests. The doctor will be with you as soon as they
have the results."

So where in the hell was the doctor?

"Boy you got to sit down you're makin' me dizzy." Bobby stated. He could tell Dean
was worried but pacing back and forth and grabbing every one wearing a lab coat the
way he had been doing wasn't going to help. Hell Bobby was worried too. But all
they could do was wait. Sam was in good hands.

"I should have came straight here Bobby," Dean stopped pacing to look at the older
hunter. Dean couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened. He had been in such a
rush to take case after case, trying to rack up some sort of tally. And for what?
To help ease his guilt. A lot of good it did.

"Stop that. You stop that right now, you hear me." Bobby ordered as he stood up to
face the young man who was like a son to him. "You did what you could. It didn't
look that bad, and you don't need to be blamin' yourself." His tone reminded Dean
so much of his father just then.

Still Dean couldn't shake what he felt, "I should have brought him straight here.
But I was worried about a paper trail..."

Bobby grabbed his shoulders, "Dean, this wasn't your fault. And you and I both know
you boys are experienced in patchin' each other up. Sam would have done the same
thing in your shoes."

The two stood there in silence for a while Bobby unsure how else to comfort Dean.
While Dean internally blamed himself for what happened. "Listen you sit down, I'll
try to find out what's goin' on." Bobby said. He watched Dean reluctantly take a
seat in one of the waiting room chairs, before heading towards the nurses station
to attempt again to get information.

* * * * * * * * * *

Bobby was still talking to the nurse when one of the doctors approached Dean, "Mr.
Rockenfield?" The young looking doctor asked.

Dean stood quickly, "Yeah," he answered, without giving the man a chance to respond
he continued, "Is my brother ok?" Dean couldn't help but be anxious.

"We don't know for sure yet,” he was about to continue but the young man before him
wouldn't give him the chance.

"What do you mean?" Dean's voice filled with fear, and concern. He didn't like
where this was going. Since he had gotten Sam back in his life he hadn't seen his
brother so bad off. He began to realize what it must have been like for Sam to see
him in the hospital both when he had suffered damage to his heart and then after
the car accident. It was terrifying.

"You need to realize your brother suffered a bad head injury. We've ran several
tests..."

Dean cut the man off, "Is he going to be alright?" Dean needed an answer. He didn't
want to hear about test he just wanted to hear that Sammy would be alright. They
had so much going on. Too many things left unsaid.

"We won't know until he wakes up,” sympathy filled the man's eyes.

Dean swallowed hard. He didn't want this to be happening, but it was. And he had to
deal with that. "Can I see him?"

"Yes, of course." The doctor nodded.

* * * * * * * * * *

Gah! I fell behind on this and just caught up. This is still very good. I'm eager for more!

Thanks.

I have another chapter in the works right now. Shouldn't take too long. I'll be half-way done with the story after this one.

Mm, I really am enjoying this. :wub:
I hope everything works out alright.
Hm, maybe the "plan" is to escape...*rubs chin*
Guess I'll have to read and find out. :lol:

Awesome update. :clap

Thanks... More coming very soon... I hope... having a few issues with the scene I'm working on.

also wanted to give a shout out to dreamalittledreamofsam for making an awesome new title banner for the story. :) it rocks. Thanks Dream! You are awesome!

CHAPTER SIX
The Dream Is Over

Sam began to wake up, the bright florescent lights of the hospital room that shone
down on him. He was in bed again. What happened? The fight; he must have been
knocked out. He began looking around, everything was blurry. Had he been drugged
again. His eyes slowly focused on the room. This wasn't his room. Where was he now?

There was an IV in his arm. Monitors. He continued to examine the room. The door;
it was open. He could get out. Had to hurry before they came back. He forced
himself to sit up. He pulled his legs over the edge of the bed. He pulled the
small pulse oximeter from his finger. Then the rest of wires connecting him to the
medical monitors. Then the IV. The monitors began to beep their alarms going off.
He had to hurry. The door. Not much time.

He pulled himself to his feet. A cold draft wafted up the hospital gown he was
wearing. He grabbed the gown and held it closed. He took a step, and slipped a bit.
He managed to grab the chair in front of him for support, just as a nurse entered
the room.

"Oh god." She stared in disbelief a second before yelling out into the hall, "He's
awake." She felt him grab her shoulder, as she turned to face him. The injured man
gripped her tightly. "Sir you need to lay back down."

"No..." He pulled himself up, "Gotta go... find Dean...."

She tried to steer the man back to his bed but Sam wouldn't allow it. He mustered
up enough strength to shove her away. The young woman fell to the floor. Then he
stumbled towards the door; he grabbed the frame to balance himself once again.

He could see down the hall... The door. The way out. Then came the orderlies, and
nurses. "No! Dean.... Let me go... Gotta find my brother...." He struggled as hard
as he could against the incoming crowd of medical personal.

* * * * * * * * * *

The physician lead Dean and Bobby down the hall towards the ER. Ahead a commotion
of staff members rushing into one of the rooms. "Wait here." the doctor ordered the
two of them. Then he quickly headed for the exam room.

"DEAN!?!"

Dean heard his brother call out for him, and he was quickly on the heels of the
doctor.

In the room ahead, orderlies hold the limbs of the young man to the bed. "LET ME
GO... I HAVE TO FIND DEAN!" Sam screamed as he struggled with the staff members who
tried to hold him in the bed. The adrenaline was rushing through his body helping
him to find his strength. "NO.... NO DON'T!" He yelled as they begin to strap him
to the bed. "NO NOT AGAIN! I'M NOT CRAZY LET ME GO!"

Dean turned the corner behind the doctor to see his brother kicking and trying to
fight his way free from the straps being placed on his wrists and ankles. "Sam!?!"

Sam looked up to see his brother, "Dean... You're here!" He smiled for a brief
moment as he made eye contact with his brother through the den of people. "Tell
them Dean... Tell them I'm not crazy... the monsters they're real. You have to get
me out of here." The young hunter franticly tugged and pulled against the
restraints. And orderly pushed down on his shoulders and chest to hold him still.

The doctors, and nurses tried to work quickly to hook hims back to the monitors.
"Just calm down," one said again in vein.

"We need to sedate him," the lead resident called out. A moment later one of the
nurses approached the bed with a syringe.

"No... No... Don't let them drug me Dean... Don't let them do this..." Sam pleaded.

Dean took a step forward, "Stop, what's going on?"

"You need to go outside. Now sir. Let us do our job." The doctor instructed him.

Dean didn't listen he pushed forward through the crowd. "Sam it's ok I'm here clam
down."

"Get him out of here!" The doctor yelled. Then Dean felt the grip of an orderly on
his arm.

He shook off the man, "He's my brother!"

"And my patient. Let me do my job." The doctor managed to get between Dean and Sam.
Then two of the orderlies escorted Dean from the room.

The older hunter stood there in the hall all he could do was watch as the chaos
unfolded in the room through a pane of glass. He watched as they injected Sam with
the sedative. His brother still crying out for him.

"Dean! DEAN! Help me! Please.... No..." Sam could feel the cold surge of medication
as it flowed through his veins. "Not again... Not again... Dean?!?"

Dean and Bobby both stood there in the hall as Sam slipped back into
unconsciousness. His body began to fall limp as his eyes drifted shut.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dean stood there powerless as his brother lay strapped to the bed. Medical staff
finally dispersed after they had sedated his brother. Why was this happening? Sam
had just woke up. Damn it. He had been awake and they put him out again.

The doctor exited the room, "Mr. Rockenfield," he looked at Dean with concern, “we
need to discuss what's happening.”

"Is he ok?" Dean asked quickly. All he cared about was if Sam was ok.

"He'll be out for a while..." he paused briefly, "I need to ask you a few questions
regarding your brother's condition."

Dean looked at the man slightly confused, and merely nodded.

"Does your brother have a history of mental instability?"

"What? Sam?" Dean shook his head, it was an almost unbelievable question. "No." He
answered flatly. Dean looked back at the room at his brother with concern.
Something didn't feel right about this.

"Can you think of any reason he would have acted the way he did?” He looked back
and forth between the two men. “Either of you?"

"No." Dean responded without taking his eyes off his brother.

Bobby shook his head. “He's never had anything like this happen before.”

“What about a family history of mental illness?”

“No.” Dean repeated annoyed with the line of questioning.

“Listen there's no history. He was fine before he took the hit to the head.” Bobby
responded. He could tell that Dean was getting upset. The last thing they needed
was Dean loosing his temper.

The doctor took a deep breath, "Your brother seemed to be having a psychotic break.
The nursed told me before we arrived he was raving about monsters and demons. Are
you sure there is nothing you can tell me? Has he taken anything? Does he have a
history of drug abuse? Drinking? Anything? I need to know, if we are going to treat
him correctly."

"I told you no." Dean responded coldly looking back at the man. If anyone drank too
much it was Dean. And he knew his brother wasn't crazy. Dean knew that for a fact;
Dean also knew that something else was going on here. "I want to see my brother."

"He's been sedated he won't be awake for at least a couple of hours."

"I want to see my brother now." Dean repeated, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Very well. But we need to run several more tests, so it will have to be quick."
The doctor was also feeling annoyed. He could tell there was something that Dean
wasn't telling him, and he knew it was important. Damn it, why wouldn't he just
give a straight answer. How did this guy expect to have his brother treated if he
wouldn't corporate.

Dean nodded then walked past the doctor into the room.

* * * * * * * * * *

Bobby stood in the hall and watched Dean in the room with his brother. He could
tell he was talking to his little brother; Bobby's heart went out to the boys. He
was hoping against hope that Sam was going to be alright. And he knew there was
more going on here then the doctors could handle. He stood there and waited for
Dean. Waited for a chance to talk to his fellow hunter. He figured the boy knew
that what was going on with Sam seemed an awful lot like what had happened to the
others. And if it was they wouldn't have much time.

As he stood there waiting he noticed the ambulance entrance doors slide open. EMT's
rushed in with a stretcher, "We've got another one." One of the EMT's yelled out. A
couple of nurses rushed to them.

The woman on the gurney was strapped down and thrashing. "Let me go! He's after me!
He's come back from the dead to kill me!" she screamed.

"She needs haloperidol," the older of the nurses stated.

"Damn it this is the seventh one... what in the hell is going on?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Inside the exam room Dean, pulled the chair over closer to his brother's bed. "Hey,
I'm not sure if you can hear me. But I'm sorry" Dean began, "I'm going to fix this
Sam."

He sat there and looked at his brother. As he did he noticed a small mark on his
forearm. Dean leaned in closer trying to get a good look at it. He memorized what
it looked like. "Just hold Sam. I'm going to fix this. I promise."

Slowly the older brother stood, the worry on his face slowly faded to
determination. He wasn't going to loose his brother now. Not after everything they
had been through. Not after all both of them had sacrificed. He was going to save
him.

* * * * * * * * * *

this story is so intricated,everytime I feel breathless-amazing,I can't wait for more ;)

Thanks so much.

Hopefully I should be able to get the next chapter done soon. Only 3 to 5 chapters left too according to my outline before the end. (I'm getting excited to be able to say it's done finally).

:clap :cheer

YES!!! :woohoo

Sam woke up, but then they sedated him...dammit. :jacket
Come on Dean, figure out what the beans is going on!! :hide

Awesome update. :wub:

LOL yup all awake then deprived... I'm evil.

LOL

Good news is we are in the home stretch now. Just a few more chapters. Probably 4 according to my outline.

I would have had chapter 7 done already today but I was trying to work on a video for the fic as like a promo clip. But that was a waste of my day cause it came out like crap and I got nothing to really show for several hours of work. *grrrr* I think I give up on making the vid. Movie Maker is not happy with me and I just don't have enough clips. Not to mention I just am not good at promo vids.

*sigh* I really wanted a vid for the fic too.

I just wanted to thank everyone for reading so far. And I want to apologize ahead of time for how upseting this chapter is probably going to be. The good news is there are 3 chapters left.

A WARNING BEFORE THIS CHAPTER: This is some what graphic. But still something which
could be aired on television. It would certainly have a violence warning and is NOT
intended for anyone under the age of 13 at all.


CHAPTER SEVEN
Or Has It Just Begun

Lunch had ended. They had barely gotten everything under control after the
disruption. Several of the patients that Sam had seen in the TV room hadn't been in
the cafeteria. Sam headed down the hall following behind a few other patients. He
was going thru the motions. His mind clearing more and more since he had avoided
the meds, thanks to Ted. His head still hurt from being struck in the chaos. He had
managed to see Dean. Didn't he. Dean was there. Or was Sam there.

The line between real and fiction blurring more and more. The hospital felt so
familiar. The halls. The patients. No this was a dream. It had to be. He had such
clear memories of his life. Of hunting. Of Dean. Of trying to find Dad. Everything
with Yellow Eyes. What happened when Dean went to hell. His time with Ruby. Dean
coming back. Everything but the past few days. Those were a jumble.

Yet still this place felt real. Felt familiar. He knew his way around. Just like he
knew he was on his way to group. Everyday after lunch he had group. No one had told
him. No one reminded him. He just knew. He followed other members down the hall,
each member entering the room and sitting down in hard plastic chairs positioned in
a circle around the room. A doctor already sat in the room holding a clip board. It
wasn't his doctor. It wasn't Dr. Miller. This was Dr. Fields. Why did Sam know his
name? He wasn't wearing a name tag.

Sam shook off the feeling. Shook off the nagging questions. He took a seat in the
circle, trying his best not to think about the questions and memories that were
swirling around in his head.

Group began people each in turn talking about their lives. About the things that
brought them here to the hospital. How their week had been. If they thought they
were getting any better.

Sam just sat there his mind swimming with images and memories, that didn't make
sense. He could hear the talking in the background but was lost in his own
thoughts. He tunned out the chatter as his mind drifted.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was late at night. Sam lay asleep in bed, waking to the sound of his mother
yelling. "Get out of here, you're drunk."

"I'm not leaving till you let me see my boy, you hear me." Sam could hear the sound
of his father's voice bellow from downstairs. "Sam. Sam get your ass down here."

"He's asleep John. Just go."

There was a thud. "Stay out of my way Mary," there was a small pause then footsteps
starting up the stairs, "Sam get out of the damn bed." John's voice barked.

"Sammy hide!" He heard his mother shout. Then more footsteps.

Sam dove under the bed. They were fighting. They always fought. But dad had been
gone. The young boy huddled beneath his bed, gripped in fear.

"I told you to stay out of it." Stumbling. A series of thuds. Then the loud clomp
of his father's boots. Sam could see his shadow beneath the door. He held his teddy
bear as tightly as he could.

"John leave him alone." His mother pleaded coming back up the stairs. The sound of
her footsteps clearly limping. "Just leave him alone." She pleaded. Sam could hear
the slap this time and the sound of his mother hitting the wall in the hallway.

Then the door to his room opened. He squeezed his eyes shut. Only the sounds now.
The sounds of his father's boots. His mother getting up. "Leave him alone." Then
the sound of his father's large hands connecting with her. Sam wanted to keep his
eyes closed but couldn't for some reason he opened his eyes and watched in horror.
His mother was slapping and hitting at his father. John held her by her throat
against the wall. Her feet kicking franticly. The sound of her choking. "I told
you, you can't keep my boy from me, bitch."

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam sat in his chair his eyes shutting tightly as if they were trying to block out
the images that were flooding in. No that couldn't be real. His father couldn't do
that. No. He tried to block it out. He was dreaming. It was a nightmare. It had to
be. He tried to focus on the sounds of the voices in the room. But found his mind
drifting more and more.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam was in the motel. He sat there staring at the door. His father had left again.
He was hunting another demon. That's what dad told him. He was hunting evil. Just
like the evil that killed his mom. That was what John told him. He would be back
soon. Sam had to stay put. Stay quiet. No one could know he was there. But Sam was
hungry. There wasn't any more food in the room. He was starting to wonder how much
longer it was going to be.

"What should I do Dean," he asked his imaginary friend appearing before him. "I'm
hungry and dad's not back."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it. I always take care of you don't I Sammy."

"But I'm still hungry."

"There's a vending machine down the hall."

"Dad said not to leave the room."

"Dad won't know."

"What about money?"

"He always leaves change in his pants pockets."

Moments later Sam had scrapped together a few quarters and was down the hall
getting a bag of chips. He rushed back to the room quickly in case his father
returned. He sighed a breath of relief as he ate the chips. At least now he wasn't
as hungry.

About an hour later John returned. He was covered in blood. He usually was when he
came back from a hunt. He instructed Sam to help him wash the blood out of his
clothes in the bathroom. As Sam leaned over the tub scrubbing blood from his
father's shirt he felt a sharp blow to his back. "What in the hell is this?" his
father demanded throwing the empty chip bag into the bloody water that filled the
tub. Sam didn't answer he just lowered his head. "I said, What the hell is that?"
he barked.

"I... I... was hungry sir..."

"I told you not to leave this room." Sam could hear the sound of his father's belt
being yanked from it's loops. Then the sting as it lashed across his back.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam flinched a bit in the chair from the memory. No... this wasn't real.

"Sam would you like to talk today?" Came the voice of Dr. Fields.

Sam just shook his head. He couldn't talk about it. He didn't want to think about
it. This wasn't real. He just wanted to get back. He just wanted Dean to help him.
'Where are you Dean?' he thought to himself.

* * * * * * * * * *

"I gotta go." Sam said as he packed his duffel bag.

"Why. I don't understand." He looked up at his girlfriend her blond hair hanging
down around her face.

He smiled, "It'll only be a couple of days. I told you my brother called. He needs
my help with my dad."

"And why am I just now finding out you have a brother. And you never talk about
your dad. You don't even have any pictures of him."

"I told you Jess I have to it's a family thing. I'll be back by Monday." He zipped
the bag closed then leaned in kissed her. "It's all going to be ok. I promise."

"At least tell me where you're going." She called after him as he walked from the
apartment.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam pulled his car a '67 Impala up in front of a old farm drive way. He looked down
at a small piece of paper in his hands. The address matching that on the mail box.
He pulled down the drive parking in front of the farm house. Slowly he stepped from
the car and approached the house. The front door open. He hesitated a bit before
entering. Inside a trail of blood on the floor lead towards the stairs. It was
starting again. That's what he said on the phone.

Sam swallowed hard then saw the man that had been called his father coming down the
stairs. He was wiping blood from his hands with a towel. "Sam, you came." the man
said almost excited. It was as if he forgot the hell he had put Sam through. The
beatings. The cleaning up after John had killed someone. Sam had dealt with all of
this in therapy. He had found out just how much of a monster his father was. All
the people he had killed. They had connected him with numerous disappearances after
they found Sam. Thanks to Sam being able to fill in the pieces as to where they had
been. Where his father had 'hunted'. And now the monster stood before him, with
open arms. As if he was welcoming Sam home.

Sam pulled away from his father's hug. "Why did you call me?" Sam tried to control
the anger and hurt that built inside him. The Rage for what he had watched this
man, his father do to his mother.

"I told you. The thing that killed your mom, it's back. It's not safe for you."

"Not safe for me?" Sam couldn't believe the audacity of this man, "You killed my
mother. And all those other people. You."

"No. I hunt monsters."

"You are a monster."

"It's gotten to you already. I knew it. You're one of the demon spawn it's planning
to use to destroy the world."

"You're insane."

"I won't let it happen. I can't, even if you are my son." John rushed at Sam.

The two struggled. Sam's rage taking over. They fought and Sam managed to gain the
upper hand. John was beaten. Almost unconscious. Sam drug him across the floor by
his hair. He pulled the older man into the kitchen. Sam dropped him to the floor.
John falling limp having been knocked out. Sam grabbed a knife from a butcher's
block. He bent down over his would be father, hatred in his eyes. Pain of so many
years built to that moment, as he pulled him close and slit his throat.

He shoved the body away. Wiping the blood that covered his hands on his shirt. He
stared down at the mess. At his tormentor. Stared down at his father. “What have I
done...” he whispered just under his breath. Then ran from the house. Driving as
fast and far as he could. “What did I do...”

* * * * * * * * * *

he's living the worst nightmare ever.poor boy-he's breaking my heart :cry

Yeah this is a total nightmare. But only a few more chapters to go... And At least now Dean and Bobby are on the case...


CHAPTER EIGHT
Whims Of Your Mind

"Sam... Sam are you with us?" Dr. Fields spoke trying to get the attention of the
young man.

Sam's mind drifting back to the present. He shook himself from the memories of the
past. "Yeah sorry... just thinking..." he admitted his voice low. The images and
pain still fresh in his mind.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sam shook his head, he wasn't sure he could. What if this was real. What if those
memories were real. His mother. His father...

"It's ok Sam. That's what group is for. You can talk about anything here. It's
safe. I promise." Dr. Fields urged the young man to speak. "Why don't you tell us
what you were thinking about?"

Sam didn't feel comfortable with this, but he began to speak, "It was.... I was
just remembering somethings."

Dr. Fields noticed his pause, "Go on. It's ok." The group nodded in agreement.

"About my father...." Sam looked down studying his slippers, trying to let thoughts
of such a mundane item take the place of the pain.

"Come on Sam, you know you can open up in group. You've done it before. Just let
go..."

Sam kept his eyes to the floor as he spoke, "I was just remembering how he used to
beat me and my mom. And about the night he... he...."

"The night he killed your mom?" Concern and sympathy filled the voice and eyes of
the doctor.

Sam could only nod.

"Those are painful memories aren't they Sam?" He knew that Sam often had these
memories resurface. The young man would become confused by them quite often. His
mind was constantly trying to struggle between suppressing them and dealing with
them.
"Yes...."

"You try to block them out don't you?"

Again Sam merely nodded.

"It's ok not to think about them. You know that. But what you have to remember is
that you can't replace them with false memories. It doesn't help you cope. You
can't just cover them up. Why don't you tell me how it made you feel remembering
what your father did."

Sam's eyes shut the pain and anger from the memories flooding back. "Angry...
afraid.... sad...." he paused, "I don't want them to be real."

"But they are Sam. And you have to deal with that."

"I don't know if I can...."

"Just take your time Sam." Dr. Fields smiled trying to provide some reassurances to
the young man.

"Why don't we give you a few minutes and hear from someone else in the group. We
can come back if you want."

The group began talking again. Sam kept his eyes to the floor. He didn't want to
deal with these memories. They weren't real. They couldn't be. He shouldn't have to
deal with them.

He tried to remember how things had really been. How that yellow eyed son-of-a-
bitch had killed his mom. How he had manipulated everything in Sam's young life.
And for what? Dean killed him. Some end game.

Sam's mind began to drift as he tried to force back in the 'real' memories.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam walked into his apartment. It was so late he had been gone for days. He had
been afraid to come home. He had driven for so long just hoping it would help him
sort things out. He could hear the shower running. "Jess..." he whispered to
himself.

He continued further into the apartment. As he entered the bedroom he heard the
water shut off, Jess stepped from the bathroom, "Sam... Thank god." She ran towards
him. "I was so worried."

She threw her arms around him, but Sam just stood there motionless. "Where have you
been? I called your aunt and uncle. What's going on Sam. They said you never had a
brother. They said your Dad killed your mom. Sam..."

He pulled her away from him, "You called..."

"I had to do something you wouldn't answer you phone. Sam talk to me. What
happened." She looked down his shirt.... It was covered in blood... "God Sam what
happened... Are you..."

"I told you I had to help my brother."

"Sam, what? You don't have a brother. You're aunt and uncle told me. Why won't you
tell me what happened. Did you.... Did you hurt yourself... Did you hurt someone
else...." Tears were beginning to stream down the young woman's face.

"I had to help find my dad."

"What? Why? Was he the one that called you?"

"He needed my help... There's things I haven't told you Jess. My dad didn't kill my
mom... it was a demon. It... We hunt monsters. My family."

"Sam you're not making sense. Why are you covered in blood?"

Sam looked down at his shirt. "That's why I had to help Dean, Dad went missing on a
hunt."

"Sam stop it. Listen to yourself. You need help. I'm gonna call someone." She
headed for the phone.

He grabbed her arm as she lifted the receiver making her drop it. "No."

"Sam you're hurting me." His grip tightened around her arm. She tried to struggle
pulling at his fingers trying to loosen the grasp to no avail.

The guilt and anger raising within him, Sam snapped. "I'm not crazy. My dad is a
hero. We save people." He grabbed her other arm his grip causing her arms to turn
white from the force. He began to shake her, loosing control of himself.

"Sam please let go." She pleaded tears streaming down her face. She had never seen
him like this. He had always been so gentle. What had happened? What had his father
done to him?

He flung her onto the bed. Then climbed on top of her and began slapping and
beating her. Rage taking over and lashing out blindly.

She screamed and pleaded. "NO! SAM! STOP!"

* * * * * * * * * *

Dean and Bobby hurried from the hospital headed toward the Impala. "You're right
what's going on with Sam isn't just from being hit upside the head. There was
another woman brought in while you were with him."

"Damn it Bobby, I thought that thing was dead." Dean felt even more guilty. They
should have been more prepared before they rushed in after the damn thing last
night. But Dean had insisted. He told Sam it would be a quick exorcism. They had
been so sure it was a demon. Then turned out to be so wrong. And they still didn't
have any idea what they were dealing with because Dean had just assumed it was
dead. How could he be so stupid. Now Sam was in bad shape and who knew how many
more people he had put in danger being reckless. He just wanted to finish this
hunt. Wanted to rack up one more towards trying to make amends. Trying to balance
the score for all he had done. And he had only made it worse.

"Well we need to find it and find out how to finish the job." Bobby just wished he
had more to go on. He knew where it had been last, had some information on the girl
it had put in the hospital. All that might help them find the damn thing. But what
good would it do to find it if they didn't know what it was.

"Wait, I almost forgot, there was a mark on Sam's arm. I think from where the thing
grabbed him in the fight."

"What'd it look like?" This could be the key. Maybe it would tell them what they
were up against.

They reached the car and Dean quickly opened the door and grabbed a small pad of
paper from the glove box. He sketched a small elliptical shape on the paper and
gave it to Bobby. "That's sort of it."

"Ok, lets get back to the motel. I need some stuff from my car. And we need to
figure out how to get ahead of this thing." He was pretty sure he had the books
they would need. There was something familiar about the crude drawing.

“We gotta hurry, Bobby.” Dean knew whatever that son-of-a-bitch had done to Sam his
brother didn't have long. The other victims only took about a day before it was all
over.

Bobby looked down at his watch. A concerned tone in his voice, “I know. By my watch
Sam's got maybe six hours.” Soon it might be too late.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sam begins to walk back to his room after group ended. His mind still reeling. He
kept trying to focus trying to remind himself this wasn't real. It couldn't be
real. He still remembered Dean, Bobby, his Dad, Jess. All the training. This had to
be a nightmare. It had to be. He just wished he would wake up. It had been so long
since he woke up. 'Dean where are you? Help me...." he pleaded in his mind.

He entered the small room the orderly who had escorted him to the room closing the
door behind him. Sam heard the click of the lock.

He had to get out of here. There had to be away. Even if it was a dream he didn't
want to be in this hospital any more. And if it wasn't... No he couldn't think that
way, he reminded himself. But what if this was real? Even more if it was real he
wanted out. Needed out.

He began to look around the room. Examining the window frames and the bars. Then
checking the vents. All too small. The lock on the door... He was sure he could
pick it if only he had something useful. He began to scourer the room.

He was checking the bathroom trying to figure a way to take apart the sink, at
least that would give him a weapon; when he heard the door begin to open. Quickly
he straighted up and stayed still in the bathroom. He needed to cover. He flushed
the toilet and then ran the water.

He could hear talking in the room over the running water.

"You got lucky this time Ted. Next disruption and you're be in the box a lot longer
then a couple hours."

"Said I was sorry... I tripped."

Sam opened the door and watched the orderly shove Ted into the room. "Right... well
next trip and you'll be spending the rest of the week down there." The man shook
his head in disgust as he turned and left the room. The lock clicking behind him.

"Yeah well maybe I like it there." Ted called after him, "Asshole." Then he turned
back to Sam, "So did it work? You didn't swallow did you?"

Sam looked at the very odd man he still wasn't sure what to make of him. "No I
pocketed them."

"Good. Good..." The man began moving around the room looking around. He was tapping
the walls and the floor. "All's going as planned." He mumbled as he finished
checking for whatever he was checking for. "Good I think we can talk..."

He got very close to Sam his face only centimeters from the young hunter's face.
Then he began to whisper, "We go ahead with the plan today. I overheard there's
going to be a staff meeting. It's the perfect chance." His eyes darted from side to
side.

Sam wanted to ask him what they were going to do but figured it would be better to
just listen. There was a sense of familiarity, about all of this.

"Ok when they go to the meeting, there'll be minimal staff. Just like we hoped.
Couldn't get better." He stopped. Looked around again, "Shh... You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Sam asked.

"Not so loud. Whisper. They hear everything." Ted reminded Sam. Ted's eyes again
darting around the room.

"Sorry." Sam lowered his voice this time.

Ted looked around listening closely to the sounds of the air conditioning, the foot
steps in the hall, and anything else he thought he was hearing.

Sam stood there just waiting, wondering what it was he was supposed to hear.

Then Ted seemed satisfied that it was safe again to talk, "Right, we go at 4:04
exactly. Got it."
Sam nodded.

"Gonna have to move quick. May have to take out a couple of guards. That's your job
you have training. I'm no hunter, just the man with the plan." Ted almost chuckled.
"We'll be out and you can get back to saving the world in no time."

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*twilight zone music plays* o_o
Oh man, I'm LOVING where this story goes. :evil

I feel bad about Sam being trapped in a mental ward, but I'm confident that Dean will prevail...I'm hoping. :hide

Excellent updates, you still have me gripping the keyboard with anticipation. lmao. :lmao

Can't wait for more. :clap

It has definately been a trip and a half to write. I can't wait to see the end either. I'm in almost as much anticipation as everyone reading it. To be honest I know sort of how I'm gonna end it now. And I just can't wait to write the scene. But I know how my brain works so no working ahead for me. Gotta write it all in order. :)

The worst thing about it ending is that well... I don't know what I'm gonna write next. I have a lot of plot bunnies jumping around in my head... but I think no matter what the next one is gonna torture Dean a little. Think I've inflicted enough anguish on poor Sammy for a while with this one. :evil

I have started thinking about my next fic already tho. And ch 9 is starting to come along. I'm having a really good writing day today.

Awesome!! :hi5 Cant wait to see what happens next :cheer

amazing!!!
and now this Ted is really intriguing me.... :huh:

Ah, I do love it when the author gets a rush from their story. :)
That tells me it's a keeper and makes me love it even more. :wub:

I'm sure whatever you write will be awesome.
Nevertheless, we'll read it. Just let us know where it's located. ^_^

Cheers. :cloud9

Very awesome! Sorry, I can't think of anything to say better than that. Can't wait to see where this is going.

Wow! Awesome. I don't usually venture into the AU thread, but this was definitely worth the visit. I am amazed and intrigued, exciting story.

I'm here to the end for sure.

Trace

plz plz plz add some more soon

Hey thanks extremediva, ilaria, djinn, ajj2001, trickle, & aworland.

Glad you guys are having fun with all the twists and turns. I haven't forgotten about the story just got suddenly busy with life. Had a fun past couple of days doing taxes and cleaning. (we just now got all of out tax stuff grrrr) any way I have a good chunk of ch 9 done and I've been trying to gear up for the up coming Jess scene. Which is hopefully going to turn out good. (to get me in the mood I've been working on a vid today). Once I get it done gonna go back to writing. Just tyring to give my mind a rest to prepare since I was having some trouble with some of the scenes in ch 9.

So hopefully very soon there will be a new chapter for everyone to read. Oh and officially only 3 chapters to go. I have everything laid out been doing an extended outline to make sure it's gonna turn out right since I'm getting to the end. And it's gonna be a really big rollercoster ride from here on out.

That's alright, no pressure. ^_^

Most of us are patient. *snickers* :lmao