Authors note; Ok so this is the sequel to Out Of The Frying Pan hope you all enjoy it. I'm glad that those who did leave a review liked it so much . I was pretty nervous to do a story and put it up on the net, but after reading so many wonderful stories I thought what the hey. I love ' Brotherhood ' stories and am totally crushing on Caleb Reaves's character in them. Check them out most are done by Ridley. C . James and Tidia. But there are others who write to, think they're the main dudes though. Anyway…………………again not sure how long this is going to be so am just going to let the creative juices flow and see where it goes.

Into The Fire .

Bright sunlight shone through the curtained window casting rays of warm sunshine onto spots in the room as if heaven was ordaining it in blessed light. Dean opened his groggy eyes and tried to lift his hands to rub the sleep from them. But his hands wouldn't move, panicked Deans eyes snapped to attention and he took in his surroundings. He was in a clean white room with minimum furniture, pale green drapes hung at the windows, for all purposes it looked like he was in a hospital, but hadn't he been at the farm last night ? He was sure that he and Sammy had been staying with the Pastor…. " Sammy… " he whispered. He tried to move his hands again and frowned when once again he was met with resistance, Dean looked to his wrists to find himself in restraints at the wrists and lifting his head from his pillow he found his ankles where also restrained. " Well crap that can't be good " he spoke the thought allowed, took a calming breath and looked around the room once more " Sammy ? Sammy where are you ? " There was no reply and Dean felt a stab of fear, where the hell was he and where was his little brother ?

He felt the panic starting to rise in his chest and tried to take calming breaths like his dad had taught him, but the fear clutching at his heart was too great and he found himself gasping and pulling at the binds that held him in place. It was then that he heard the door unlock and a man in a white coat entered his room followed by two other younger men dressed in white scrubs, Dean watched them intently ' know your enemy ' ran through his mind the words coming to him in John Winchesters commanding voice.

The men hadn't spoken yet and Dean kept watch taking in their appearance, the guy in the white coat looked to be at least 10 years older than his dad maybe in his early 40's. He was medium built with a long face and brown eyes. His hair was brown with flecks of grey going through it and although his face seemed kind there was something about the man that sent a chill up Deans spine. His two lackeys where probably in their thirties both well built but small in height, Dean guessed that neither one was 6 ft but they looked strong and capable, another shudder went up Deans spine he decided to break the silence.

" Where's my brother ? "

" Your brother ? " white coat asked

" Yes , my brother. Where is he ? " Dean frowned at the man, what was it with adults did some part of their brain die when they reached twenty or something, Dean had vowed never to let that happen to himself. " You don't have a brother Dean " the man said

" What ?! " he asked confused " Of course I have a brother he's 5, asks too many questions , and is in desperate need of a haircut. Now where is he ? "

" Dean….son. You don't have any family , remember we discussed this at our session yesterday " white coat said patiently

" Screw you dude !! I was at Pastor Jims yesterday with my brother, he threw mud at me NOW WHERE IS HE ?! "

" Dean calm down or we'll have to sedate you again " , Dean tugged on his restraints, and glared at the three people in his room. " Where the hell am I ? I want to know where my brother is, and Pastor Jim. And my dad. Where is everyone ? "

" Oh dear I feel that Dean has regressed some I think we'll have to start his treatment from scratch, give him 10 ml of diazepam to calm him then bring him to my office for his first treatment " the orderlies nodded and the white coat left the room. " Don't you dare jab me with no shit Randall or I'll kick your ass", Dean tried in vain to move away from the approaching man with the filled syringe but was powerless to avoid the injection as it was plunged into his arm and the stopper depressed. He felt the medication enter his system and tried his best to fight the calmness that it provided, it felt like he was floating on a cloud, weightless with nothing to keep his feet on the ground he let himself be pulled away by the medications lull. The next sensation he had was hands un-cuffing him releasing him from the binds that had held him down, and being lifted into a wheelchair.

Dean closed his eyes, he felt sick but had no mind to say he did his head felt disconnected with his body, somewhere in the depths of his mind he was screaming to get his ass out of the chair, fight, find Sammy and get the hell out of where ever the heck he was, but his body wouldn't obey,

He was wheeled into an office that had dark wood panelling, a large mahogany desk was in the centre and pictures lined the walls. Some looked to have been drawn by children others where in frames of land or sea scapes, Deans gaze went to white coat who was sat behind his desk, he met Deans gaze and smiled. " I see you're calmer now Dean, shall we begin ? "

" Where's ma brother ? " he asked groggily

" Dean you don't have a brother, you're an orphan. This brother you keep imagining is only making it harder on yourself. I want to help you bring out who you really are ", Dean shook his head

" No……..no if I …if I was going to imagine a brother I wouldn't have made him such a pain in the ass, he's my little brother I gotta take care of him ". The doctor shook his head, and walked so that he was perched on the end of his desk just opposite where Dean had been placed

" No Dean. You are alone, no-one cares about you, there is no one to care about you. The sooner you realise that the easier this will be ", Dean gasped at the mans harsh words and leant back in his chair

" That's not true, I have dad, Sammy, Pastor Jim, Bobby and Caleb. What do you want from me ? Who are you ? "

" I'm Doctor Phelps Dean and I want what we all want "

" Which is ? " Dean asked eyebrow raised, was it him or was his head starting to clear, he shook it to try and shake the cobwebs away " Why for you to be all better Dean of course " the doctor smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, making the fear in Deans stomach drop again.

" Doctor Phelps ? " he asked " I don't know you, I want to go home to my family, I want my brother please…please…there's been some mistake I don't belong here "

" You do know me Dean you've been here since you where 4 when your family was killed in a tragic fire, a man from child services brought you. For 2 years you refused to talk to anyone, but you liked to draw, see I have some of your pictures on my wall " he gestured to some of the children's drawings, Dean followed his hand to the pictures in question where some of the pictures held his name in his child like scrawl he'd had when he was younger. " No you're trying to trick me. Dad saved me an Sammy from the fire, he saved us I remember ". The doctor shook his head sadly, and sighed heavily

" What's caused this regression Dean, you where doing so well, you'd accepted that these people who you insisted where your family where merely figments of your imagination. Don't you want to get better ? ", the doctor sounded so sure that Dean felt himself falter, he was so confused his mind felt so clouded, but he was sure his family and friends where real he couldn't give up on them . He lifted his chin defiantly "Its not my imagination they're real, you're going to be sorry when my dad finds me he'll kick your ass, if you let me go it may be better for you, he won't be as mad. But you have to let me and Sammy go ". The doctor eyed Dean with sadness " I can't do that Dean, you keep having delusions about this family and demons and spirits. It was only 2 months ago that you said one of the other patients was possessed and tried what you called an exorcism. He nearly died ". Dean looked shocked at the doctors revelation

" I don't know what you're talking about, I've never been here before just let me go " he knew he was pleading that his dad would be disappointed but he wanted to go home and if this is what it took then that is exactly what he'd do.

The doctor walked back around his desk and pressed a button, moments later one of the orderlies from before came back into the room " Take him back to his room and secure him. Dean we'll take this up again tomorrow, I want you to get some sleep now " the doctor looked again at the orderly " Make sure to give him his meds Derek "

" Yes sir I will, come on kid back to bed for you ". The man named Derek pushed Dean back to his room and seemingly without effort lifted him from the chair to the bed and re-fitted the restraints

" Do I have to wear those ? " Dean asked

" Sorry kid doctors orders, you listen to him get better and maybe you won't have to " he ran his fingers through Deans hair and smiled softly at him. " Ok time for your meds ". Derek filled two more syringes and came back to the bed " What's in those ? " Dean asked eyeing the syringes with suspicion

" Just your meds kid, Its what you have every day at this time " with that he plunged the medications into Dean, he wiped the area with alcohol and told Dean he'd be back later so that Dean could go to the bathroom and eat some dinner. Dean watched him go and lay back on the bed .The doctors words where racing through his mind, he was an orphan, he didn't have a brother. It just couldn't be true, he couldn't have dreamt his family up. They where real he knew it, but….where where they ? Why was he here alone ? Nothing could get onto Jims farm and take him so how had he got here if the doctor was lying to him. Was he crazy ? He was certain he wasn't and he was holding onto that for now , holding onto the hope that this family, his family would come and rescue him. He felt his eyelids start to droop and tried to fight the pull of the drugs in his system but he couldn't fight long and before he knew it he was sleeping peacefully.

He awoke 2 hours later and found his binds un-done and the door to his room open, he climbed off the bed cautiously watching for any movement outside off the room. Dean peered around the doorjamb and found the corridor to hold a few other children in it of varying ages , he crept out but kept his back to the wall watching the others for any threat. They maybe young but that didn't mean that they weren't lethal, his dad always told him that you couldn't judge someone or something just on first appearances it could prove to be fatal. Dean felt the sweat beading on his forehead and wiped it away with his hand that's when he noticed the hospital bracelet on his wrist, he peered at it taking in the details:

Winchester, Matthew, Dean

D. O. B 01.29.79

Paranoid Schizophrenic

" What the hell does that mean ? " Dean said out loud, his frustration at the whole situation was making him angry he could feel it bubbling underneath his skin, he closed his eyes and took deep calming breaths pulling the air in through his mouth and out through this nose, he opened his eyes pulled his shoulders back and went into the larger open area which was set up with plastic tables and chairs for the patients to eat at. " Hey Dean, Dean " a boy who looked a few years older than Dean was waving at him " Come and sit with us " , Dean walked over to the group that held the boy who had spoken to him and 3 others as Dean approached the boy spoke again " Man you scared the shit out of me yesterday, what the fuck was up with that !! You went all Hong Kong phooey on Pete's ass ". Dean raised an eyebrow at the exuberance of the boys statement " You don't seem upset about it, in fact you seem happy ! " Dean queried

" Hell yeah !! Dude Pete's a jerk he deserves all he got. He was asking for it "

" He was ? "

" He was making fun of you, was making fun of your family "

" My family ? So I do have family ? "

The boy rolled his eyes at Deans question " Well, duh !! Of course you got a family Dean. " Dean grinned

" I knew that doctor was lying about my family being dead, where's Sammy have you seen him ? " he asked already looking around as if he'd see his little brother playing at one of the other tables. " Sammy ? Is that what your brother was called ? "

" What are you talking about ? That is my brothers name is everyone in here crazy or something ?!"

" Well….yeah course we are! That's why we're in an institution " the boy grinned at Deans shocked face "Dean I like playing demon hunter with ya an all but you're like me, you had a family but they where killed, now its just us crazy chickens ". Dean backed away from the table shaking his head at the boys there " You're wrong !! My family isn't dead they're alive !! " he turned to run back to his room an instead collided with the orderly he'd nicknamed Randall from before " Back off Randall or I'll break your freaking arm !! " he snarled. Randall smirked at Dean and started to advance on him

" Oh try it Winchester, I can't wait till you land yourself for a little shock therapy " he reached for Dean trying to grip his arm, Dean lashed out with his feet and connected a deft kick into his knee cap bringing the man to his knees. Dean through a punch and put all his weight behind it connecting with his jaw, he fell to the floor a little dazed " Keep your freaking hands off me Randall or I'll kick your ass " he yelled. Two more orderlies appeared from no-where " Get him would ya " Randall hissed, the two men nodded trying to box Dean in but he'd been to well taught by his father no matter what they tried he evaded their grabbing hands. By this time the other patients where on their feet banging trays or their hands and cheering Dean on, he grinned cockily at the orderlies " Little slow ain't ya , damm it must suck to be old " he laughed as the two men snarled and once again tried to grab at him. Dean moved gracefully away from their hands " I could dance all night like this guys, but I'm not all that into guys ". He was just doing another pass of the tables when he felt a pinch in his neck, he reached up and pulled out a small dart, spinning on his feet he saw the smirking face of Randall with a tranquillizer gun hanging from his hands. " Nighty , night Winchester "

" So not fair " Dean growled at him

" Neither is hitting a man when he's down, but who cares ". Dean could feel the effects of the sedative already, he stumbled backwards and felt rough hands grab him, his last words as his eyelids closed where "Dad , save me ". The darkness claimed him and Dean knew no more.

Authors note; So that's the first chapter what do you think so far? I'll have another chappie up by tomorrow at the latest, leave me a review it'll give me a happy xx By the way I have no clue what so ever as to how institutions work I'm just using poetic licence here so forgive any discrepancies . By the way diazepam is a form of valium and used to control emotions amongst other things we use it at work and seeing as I knew about it thought I'd use it :0) .