Hello, me again :) I know what you're all thinking: Why aren't you focusing on finishing the other stories you've already started, instead of starting a new one? But I just figured, it's a completely different category from anything I've written before, so it won't interfere too much, and it's mostly written already (kinda), so shouldn't be too many problems there :) But yaknow, say what you like about it, I don't mind.

Anyway, summary:

What if Sam (AKA: Alex) had been moved to another establishment after his attack on the doctor? What if, by the time Dean (AKA: Eddie) got to his room, he was already gone? And what if the person in charge of taking him away wasn't really a person at all?

I know it's a lot of what ifs, but hear me out, kay?

The title comes listening to Avenged Sevenfold while writing the plan for this story, I thought it seemed appropriate ;-)

It starts out as an alternate plot-line for the episode titled 'Sam, Interrupted', but I tweaked one little detail to suit the outline of the story and it kinda spiralled from there. Basically, instead of it being a wraith feeding on brain juices, it's a vampire-wraith-thingy feeding on the mental patients' blood. (Oh, and it can change a human into one of them, too, but with things like teeth, it's different from the other vampires in Supernatural.)

Enjoy (and review please!)

Removal

Dean moved slowly along the corridor, looking over his shoulder every few feet. Panic threatened to overwhelm him as he saw nurses looking at him with strange or pitying looks. He knew he must look crazy (Hello! Mental institution!), but he didn't care; all he cared about was finding his brother. Who else could he trust in here?

Finally he reached the door and carefully pushed it open. "Sam?" he said tentatively, poking his head round the door.

No one was there. The room was empty; the sheets had been removed and there was nothing left on the bedside cabinet except an old, battered copy of the New Testament.

"Dammit…" He went in and sat on the bed, his head in his hands. What now?

"Eddie? What are you doing in here?"

It was Dr Fuller.

Dean looked up, filling his expression and voice with not-entirely feigned worry. "Has something happened to my brother, doctor? Only, I can't find him…"

The doctor gave a sigh and went to sit next to him on the bed. "I'm afraid we have had to take Alex to another establishment. His anger is out of control, and we were forced to remove him for his own safety, not to mention the safety of the other patients and staff here."

Dean's jaw dropped; he didn't have to feign the look of horrified shock on his face. Sam's…gone? "Where'd you take him?" he demanded.

Dr Fuller shook his head. "There would be no point in my telling you, as you're in no position to go and visit him. My colleagues tell me you were hallucinating earlier?"

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly. "Really?" he said, forcing his tone to be casual.

"Apparently you were arguing with an invisible person," the doctor said, raising an eyebrow. "Would you care to explain that, if it wasn't a hallucination?"

For the first time that day, Dean was unable to think of a witty comeback.

"Where…where are you taking me?" Sam demanded, fighting against the dizziness and fatigue which threatened to overwhelm him at every turn. In the last twenty minutes he'd been given a cocktail of tranq drugs and as a result, he was finding it extremely difficult to even remember where he was, let alone focus on his immediate problem.

"You're to be placed in another establishment where your behaviour can't hurt you or anyone else," the young nurse said kindly, through the Perspex partition. "It's for your own good, honey."

"Wha…?" Sam frowned, struggling to concentrate on what she was saying. He looked down at the straps holding him onto the bench in the back of the van, wondering briefly why they'd bothered. With so many sedatives in his system, he'd be amazed if he could even stand up.

"Almost there, sweetie," she said, turning a corner.

Where? he wanted to ask, but the drugs were taking control; his eyes closed and he passed out, his head falling back onto the padded bench with a dull thump.

Hope you liked, sorry it was a bit short :P More like an intro, really. Next one should be a bit longer :)

Anyway, as always R and R, please let me know what you think, criticisms are welcome, but no flamers. I'll just laugh at you.

See ya! ^_^