Set after episode 2.04 with spoilers for episodes 1.01-2.04.

Rated M for language

Summary: Knowing how much weight Dean has been carrying on his shoulders since their father's death, Sam tries to get him help but ends up putting his brother's life in danger.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, or anything Supernatural related, but the rest are mine. Enjoy!!

As Dean sharpened his knife on the hotel's rickety table, Sam stared intently at him from the kitchen where he was leaning against the counter.

Fully aware of his brother's gaze on him, Dean ignored him until it became unbearable. Letting the objects drop down to the table, he turned his full attention on Sam and frowned.

"What, dude?"

Realizing he had been busted, Sam spoke his mind. "Dean, man… I really think you should talk to someone."

"About what, Sam?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance and folding his arms across his chest defiantly. The glare he shot his brother clearly warning Sam not to bring up the subject he knew his brother was approaching.

Sam pushed off the counter and took a few steps out of the kitchen and into the main room. "You know what, Dean! Dad! His death! You can't keep acting like it never happened! It's tearing you apart!!"

"Damn it, for the last time, I'm alright!!"

"You're hiding something from me, Dean! I'm not blind, okay? I knew it from the night we burned dad's body. I asked you if he said anything to you, and you lied right to my face! I don't know what it was, but it's been killing you this whole time, and I'm not gonna just sit around and watch it continue!"

"Drop it, now." Dean threatened, taking a menacing step towards Sam.

Failing to acknowledge the threat, Sam continued, "And then you lied to me again at Bobby's, promising me you were fine when it was so obvious you weren't! Hell, even Ellen could read you like a book, and we had just met her!"

"Sam, I'm warning you…"

"Dean, please. Just talk to me, man. You haven't been yourself since he died. You don't shamelessly flirt anymore, which, to be honest, I'm okay with..."

Dean interrupts, "Like I told Jo, wrong place, wrong time."

Ignoring Dean's interruption, Sam continues his list. "You don't joke around anymore, you constantly put yourself in harms way, you're on edge, you're erratic, except for when you're hunting, cause then you're downright scary. I know you two were closer than he and I ever were, and I know I miss him like hell. I can only imagine what it's doing to you, but you don't have to do this alone."

Realizing his threats weren't getting through to his younger sibling, Dean tried another tactic: a mix of diversion and humor. "You've been watching Oprah again, haven't you?"

"Dean, I'm being serious. Don't try to change the subject. You called me on trying to become what dad always wanted me to be, on trying to make things right now, and you told me it was too late and that I needed to be honest with myself. You were right."

"I'm the big brother, I'm always right."

"Well now it's my turn to repay the favor. After I talked to you, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders. But you insist on carrying the entire world on yours. You don't have to do it alone."

"Well that sounded vaguely dirty. Was that a proposition, Sammy?"

"Dean, come on! Between all that, you smashing the Impala to bits, which I did see by the way, and that whole disaster with you and Gordon…"

"Yeah… I don't think he likes me anymore. S'ok though. I'll get over it."

"Dad is just the tip of the iceberg. The way he raised us, the hunting, the killing, the weapons training, what you've been witnessing all your life, and that bullshit that the Demon said to you about us not needing you which I know in your screwed up mind you chose to believe… it's enough to make anyone's head spin."

Refusing to take the bait, Dean continued to joke and deflect. "Haha. Great Exorcist reference, Sammy."

Letting out a huge sigh, Sam locks sad eyes with his brother. "Dean, you aren't leaving me with much of a choice here."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I began this conversation determined to help you sort through all the crap you've pilled up after all these years. I'm not going to fail you anymore." Sam took his phone out of his pocket, held a button down, then waited for someone to answer on the other end.

Keeping his eyes centered on his brother, Dean began slowly stepping away from Sam and backing into the wall behind him.

"Sammy, who are you calling?"

Finally, the other end picked up. "Hello? Yeah, this is Sam. Send them in."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Send who in? What's going on, Sam?" Dean's eyes darted to the doors and windows and back to Sam.

To answer Dean's question, their hotel room door burst open and three tall, bouncer-like men marched in with an older, more fragile looking man wearing glasses bringing up the rear.

The bouncers dressed in white began walking straight towards Dean who froze against the wall.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, demanding an explanation.

The older man, carrying a clip board, walked over to Sam and rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You're doing the right thing, son," he said quietly to Sam.

"God, I hope so."

When the men were a few feet away from Dean, he began sliding his back against the wall away from them, never let them leave his sight. As he pulled away, he readied himself with a fighting stance.

Noticing how cornered his sibling looked and fearing that he would start attacking the men in front of him and possibly hurting himself in the process, Sam attempted to sooth his irate brother. "Dean, just relax, man. Everything's going to be okay."

Having his personal space invaded had Dean turning from forced humor to royally pissed off in point three seconds. Starting to panic, he turned to his brother.

"What did you do, Sam? What the hell did you do?!"

The three men stopped just short of where Dean stood, keeping him from being able to escape, but not making any attempt at grabbing him until they've received orders to from the doctor.

Sam tried to get Dean to understand the situation, fighting the urge to jump between the men and his brother and protect him from what Dean saw as a threat. "I'm sorry, Dean, but I think it's for the best. I told you before… I didn't care how you dealt with it, as long as you dealt with it somehow. But you refused to. You need help bro. And if you won't let me help you, then we need to find someone else who can."

"How long have you been planning this?" Dean let his gaze slide to his brother, but the second he saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye from one of the three men, his eyes snapped back onto his opponents.

"Since that discussion we had about you not having to handle this all on your own, after you freaked out on Angela's dad."

Though the gaze only lasted for a second, Sam saw the raw pain and betrayal in his brother's eyes and it felt like a knife to the heart. The short doctor next to him spoke up, trying to keep Sam from backing out of the intervention.

"Sam, do you consider your brother a threat to anyone?"

"What? No! He would never hurt anyone." Unless they were a threat…

"Okay, I had to ask. I'm sorry." The doctor jotted a note down on his clipboard, then glances at the table to Dean's discarded knife, and lastly he looked hesitantly back up at Sam, whose eyes were glued on his brother. "Do you think he's a threat to himself?"

Sam looked down at the doctor, startled by the question, but even more startled by the answer, which in his heart he knew to be true. "Yeah, I think he might be."

Oblivious to the discussion Sam and the doc were having, Dean called out to his brother with the most dignified plea he could muster. "Sam, please… can't we talk about this?"

"I gave you plenty of time to come to me, Dean. It was time I took some action."

"Okay, Sam. We'll take it from here." The doctor glanced over to his awaiting men and nodded. They all advanced on Dean at once.

Sam pleaded to the three men, "Please, don't hurt him! Dean, don't fight them!! They're just trying to help!"

Dean quickly sized up his opponents, ignoring his brother's words. He turned to the closest of the three and threw a right-handed punch at him, while kicking out his left leg to catch the second one in the stomach. The first guy, expecting the blow, deflected Dean's arm, then grabbed it and twisted it behind him. The kick to the second man's stomach was true and knocked the wind out of the man, but the third man quickly stepped in to help the first subdue Dean.

They pulled him away from the wall, pinning his arm up behind his back with enough pressure to cause pain, but not dislocate it. The third man kicked the back of Dean's knees, sending him sprawling to the floor.

The second man, after regaining his breath from the kick to the stomach, pulled a syringe out of his pocket while the first man continued the pressure on Dean's arm and knelt down on his back, effectively pinning him on his stomach. The third nurse held Dean's legs to the floor, minimizing his struggles.

Sam took a step forward to aid his brother, but the doctor locked a firm grip around his wrist and held him back.

Fighting as hard as he could, Dean shouted for some assistance. "Damn it… SAM!!!!"

"I'm so sorry, Dean. Please, don't struggle. You'll just hurt yourself."

Catching a glimpse of the needle out of his left eye, Dean's struggling doubled in measure, trying to buck the two men behind him off to no avail.

"No, please don't! Get the hell away from me!"

The man with the needle gripped Dean's left arm tightly and plunged the needle into the muscle.

Sam flinched, knowing his brother absolutely hated needles.

Dean let out a pained gasp, and continued to struggle until his vision started to swim. In a last ditch attempt to get his brother to change his mind, he tried to call out, but his voice was only a mere whisper.

"Sam…"

A tear slid silently down Sam's cheek as he watched his brother succumbing to the drugs in his system. Dean's head hit the floor and his body went lax as his vision went dark.

TBC

I'm open to ideas if anyone has them! Hint, hint… I have some ideas for the threat poor Dean is going to be faced with, but I'd like your opinions! Should it be a human threat, like a medical version of the Benders, or a Supernatural threat like a Djinn that can mess with his mind or body? The poor boy is pretty defenseless as of now, so let me know what you'd like to read!!