Sam shifted in his seat a little, listening to the nurses talking as he picked at his food, looking around the room. He really didn't like Wednesdays. Most of the days he didn't mind, he could sit and look at the picture books the library had, draw in the art room or even sit and watch the birds. On Wednesday though was when he, and others, had to see the doctor. He really didn't like the doctor, didn't like what happened when the nurse would leave, but he would get in trouble if he told anyone.

For the first three years he was here, after the accident when he was fourteen, the doctor was a nice older lady. She didn't yell at him or try to hit him or touch him in anyway that wasn't medical, even would let him stay and finish the candy she would bring for him. One day that changed though, last Sam heard she had passed away and now they had a new doctor. He wasn't anything like the old one, he was younger and didn't smile all that much. Unless it was at the nurses who were curvy, then it wasn't a nice smile, it had a bite to it. The first time Sam saw him, he had the same kind of smile and Sam didn't understand.

After the accident, he didn't understand much. He could still talk, though couldn't find the right words more times than not, so often he just stayed quiet. One of the teachers the place had had tried to teach him to read again, though he just couldn't anymore. So he didn't have to go to that class anymore, got to go to more art classes. Most of what he drew was his brother Dean, who didn't make it along with his parents after the crash. The doctor told him more than once he needs to stop focusing on that old life, no one loved him anymore. He did his best not to cry when the doctor would rip the drawing and throw them away, but he couldn't help it sometimes. At least he still had the picture of all of them, so he could remember their faces, especially Deans.

"Sam," One of the nurses came over, tapping him on the shoulder. "It's your turn honey."

Sam nodded, drinking the last of his milk before standing and throwing the garbage away before following her. They made a few turn and got to the room, leading him in and having him hop onto the table. He held out his wrist so she could scan it, before she took his vitals, writing them down on the clip board.

"Ok Sam, Dr. Morningstar will be in soon."

He nodded again as she gave him a smile and wrote more on the clip board, adding some things to the computer. Sam wasn't sure why they even used his last name, his first name was much more appropriate for him. It didn't take long before the doctor walked in, giving the nurse a small smile, she wasn't his type.

"Here's you next patient, Lucifer. I gotta run." She said, handing the clip board over, Sams heart dropping.

Sometimes if the nurses didn't have anywhere to be, they would stay and Sam would be free for that week, though that was few and far between.

"Thank you, I'll call for an escort when I'm done." He said, looking at the chart as she walked out.

Going to the door, Lucifer closed it and tossed the clip board on the desk, moving back over to where Sam was.

"Vitals look good." Was the only thing that Lucifer said before he slapped Sam across the face.

The younger let out a whimper as he held his face, looking up at Lucifer through his bangs, the other crossing his arms after grabbing Sams hands and cuffing them to the bed, with the restraints for the more belligerent people.

"Do you remember what we talked about last week?" He asked, his eyes two frozen chips of ice.

"Dean." Sam said softly.

"Exactly, I told you to find something else to focus on, but then I get handed these." Lucifer snapped, grabbing a folder off the table.

Sam knew exactly what was in it, all the pictures he drew that week, the ones mostly of Dean. When the accident happened, he couldn't remember much, just how much Dean loved him and would do anything for him. That's one of the reasons he survived, was Dean. He couldn't remember what his older brother did to help, but he remembered that he did. That was one of the reason his picture was so important, it helped him remember Deans face.

"Now, time and time again, we've had this talk, Sam," Lucifer sighed, pulling the drawings out. "And we're not going to have them anymore."

Like always, Lucifer ripped the drawings and threw them in the trash, dropping the folder in on top of them.

"Do you know why we're not going to have these talks anymore about these?"

Sam shook his head, his stomach tightening at the look that Lucifer was giving him, he didn't like it one bit.

"This." Lucifer said, reaching into his pocket.

"No, no, pleeze." Sam whimpered, looking at the picture of him, Dean and their parents.

"No, you need to let that life go, it's over." Lucifer said, reaching into another pocket.

Tears started streaming down Sams face, trying to struggle with the cuffs as Lucifer pulled out a lighter.

"No, let me keep, please, I'll stop."

"No."

The flick of the lighter was louder than Sams whimpering pleas, the corner of the picture being put into the flame. Sams pleas just turned into sobs as the picture slowly got eaten by the fire, before Lucifer put the last of it in the sink to finish burning. As the smoke started, Lucifer washed the ash down the sink. Coming over to Sam, Lucifer grabbed Sams chin, making him look up at him.

"Now I hope we can get past this drawing Dean problem and start realizing that no one cares about you anymore," Lucifer said, making Sam nod his head. "And next week, I won't have to spend this time yelling at you and can just get to the fun stuff. So make sure that you're ready for that, got me?"

Lucifer made Sam nod again, before letting his face go and undoing the cuffs, before going to the desk and picking up the phone. After a short conversation with the head desk, Lucifer unlocked the door and opened it, waiting in the door way. Soon after a nurse showed up to take Sam out.

"I think he needs to go back to his room, maybe take a nap, we had a breakthrough today." Lucifer said, motioning to Sam, who was still crying.

"Of course, come on, Sam," She said, taking his arm gently. "You are such a sweet doctor."

Sam didn't look up, but he knew Lucifer had a 'please, you're too much' look on his face, as the nurse lead him to his room. After the door was shut behind him, he went to the place that the picture used to be, stroking the empty space. He already was having trouble remembering what they looked like, his moms smile or Deans eyes.

Lying down in his bed, he hugged his pillow tight as he let the tears keep falling. By morning he knew that he wouldn't be able to remember what Dean looked like anymore. And how long after that would he not even remember his name or that he even had a brother. He didn't know and that scared him more than whatever Lucifer had planned for him.