Hey everyone. How was everyone's Christmas? Anyways, this takes place after John's death. I hope you like it.
"How is he?"
"He's shown no improvement."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Only God can help him now Sam. But I'm glad you came to visit. Go inside, he's waiting."
Sam walked into the main room, where he saw around 20 patients, running around, playing happily, some talking to members of their family. Some just sitting alone.
One of them, Dean.
Sam walked over to him, and sat down beside him on an old couch.
"How are ya buddy?" Asked Sam, putting his hand on Dean's leg.
Dean slowly turned his head, slightly shaking it, "Sammy! You came." He put his hand over Sam's and then patted it twice, before pulling it back.
He then pointed to the open window, and ushered Sam to come closer to his head. Sam did so, and then Dean whispered, "They're out there. They're… waiting. Waiting for me."
Sam looked outside the window; he could see nothing but the sky. He looked back at Dean, and sighed in disappointment, "No Dean, no one's there." Dean looked out again, and looked back at Sam, "They keep coming every night, to talk to me. They ask me about Dad, and about you, and about the things. I don't like them Sammy."
Sam looked down at the marble floor, a tear flowing down his right eye onto his cheek. Dean looked at Sam, made a childish sad face, and wiped the tear off, raising Sam's head with his hand and saying, "They're not after you Sammy. Why are you crying?"
Sam stood up and walked towards the window, "Dean, I'm going away." Sam then looked back at Dean, who made another sad face and said, "Leaving me alone?" Sam smiled and said, "No Dean, of course not. I'm just going away for a little time. And I'll be back soon to meet ya. I promise."
"You're lying Sammy. Just like they all lie to me."
Sam bend down near Dean and looked at him, and said, "I'm not lying Dean." He put his hand on Dean's chin and raised his head and said, "Is this how you wanna say goodbye to your little brother?"
"I don't like you Sammy, you're a bad brother."
"Come on Dean, smile for me please."
"No, I won't. Not until you take me with you."
"I cant Dean, I would have."
"No, see, you're lying again!"
With that Dean got up from his wheelchair and started walking away, but Sam got up too and caught his hand. "Dean, please, don't do this." Dean turned around, looking angry and said, "Don't do what? This?" With that he slapped Sam hard on the face. Sam looked away, biting his lip. Two male nurses came and grabbed hold of Dean and started pulling him away.
"I hate you Sammy! I hate you!"
As Dean was pulled away, Sam walked outside the main room, onto the street. He sat in his car, and looked for one last time at the building which read, 'Cherry Hill Mental Institute.'
That's all. Hope you liked it. Please review...