Dream or No Dream?

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Summary: Dean and Cas were stuck in Purgatory, leaving Sam all alone. But what if that was only a dream? When Dean, Cas, and Sam awake they find that they are all just patients at a mental hospital, and everything that has happened to them were sleeping delusions. Will they believe it, or will they fight to get back? Do they even want to? Based off a Tumblr meme.


"Cas?"

Dean looked around wildly, scanning the forest for Cas, or really just anyone. He didn't want to meet any monsters, at least not yet, but he'd rather be fighting with some bad guy than standing all alone. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings, since all he knew was that he was in Purgatory. Cas gave him that little tidbit before he ditched and left Dean vulnerable.

As he waited to see if the angel would reappear, he wondered whether the trip to Purgatory had straightened out Castiel's scrambled up brains. If so, he could be a big asset. Assuming he came back, that is. Where the hell was he, anyway?

"Cas!"

Still no answer. Dean was starting to get worried. The silence was broken every now and then by the rustling of the leaves or low growling sounds, which were just quiet enough to be mistaken for the wind. He heard a twig snap behind him and spun around on his heel.

"Who's there?" he called. Maybe it was stupid to make himself known so quickly, but Dean figured that if whatever it was didn't see or hear him by now, they must be idiots themselves. He could probably take them down pretty easily.

Take him down and then do what? Could he kill something in Purgatory? If so, where did they go? No…It couldn't be possible. No one ever died in Hell, as he remembered all too well. It shouldn't be any different here.

Peering into the shadows of the forest, he could barely make out the shape of something big. Bigger than a wendigo…much bigger. Dean knew that he wouldn't be able to handle this alone, especially with no sure way to kill whatever it was. If Cas didn't come back soon, he was so screwed.

"CAAAAASSSSS!"

Dean didn't hear an answer, but that might have had something to do with everything around him starting to become blurry. Had some monster shot him with a poison dart or something? What the hell was happening? His surroundings went from blurry to a hazy gray colour. Just as the rest of his vision started to disappear into a sea of black, he saw bright, powerful light shine from the forest where the creature had been seconds before. The light faded, and Dean felt a sharp prick on his arm. Seconds later, he felt himself drop to the ground as if all his energy had been sapped.

He had expected the ground to be much harder, seeing as it was a forest and all. But when he hit the floor it felt somewhat cushioned, like a fluffed up bed. He could feel his arms and legs were moving. Something was pushing him down, keeping him down. Slowly his senses came back to him, and he forced his own body to be still.

As he lay there, he heard a dull droning. It sounded like voices, but very far off. He didn't make an effort to listen yet, though. He was much too preoccupied with what had just happened. He had been in the forest, and it seemed as if he was about to get pummeled by some giant creature, when all of a sudden things started to go black. Maybe something had hit him on the head? There had to be more than that one monster in Purgatory…Had they teamed up? And if so, where was he now?

Then something else came back to him. Before he had hit the floor, there had been some sort of light. It definitely was not just the sunlight. It seemed almost…heavenly.

Cas! Did the angel come back for him and burn that sucker out with his super-Grace? Dean silently thanked the guy, and promised to find him and return the favour once he figured out what the hell was going on here. He hoped that Cas was alright, wherever he was.

His ears regained full power just in time to hear a couple different voices. They sounded rushed and worried, and again he wondered where he was. One voice, a woman, definitely sounded more in control, while the other one, a young girl maybe, seemed to be taking orders.

"Should we use restraints?" asked the young girl.

There was a short pause, as if the other was thinking about it. "No, I believe that he's waking up now. After that, he'll be okay."

"Are you sure? He's been pretty aggressive when waking up in the past."

"Dr. Rute and I think his dreams are the cause of his outbursts. He seems to have calmed down, so I'm sure that he'll be up and acting like a functioning member of society soon. Leave him alone with me for now, we don't want to overwhelm him when he wakes."

Dean understood that they were talking about him, and probably that weird seizure that he seemed to have. He wondered what had happened, and why he had stopped. He tried to open his eyes and give faces to the voices he had just heard, but his eyelids were too heavy. He hoped that they weren't some new type of crazy monsters who were planning on eating him. The woman had said something about doctors, though…

His thoughts were interrupted by the younger girl whispering something. It sounded like somewhat like "be careful," but he couldn't be sure. He heard the younger girl walk away with light, quick steps. That definitely wasn't the sound of feet on a forest floor. The other woman made no noise. He still had no idea what was going on, but the voices had sounded vaguely familiar to him. He couldn't quite remember who they were, but he knew that he liked them. He sensed that the he and the woman were close, but he couldn't quite place her in his memories.

That wasn't too surprising, though, because his memories seemed much too jumbled up at that moment to think about anything in particular. He was suddenly aware that he was lying on a bed, not the floor of a forest. From the feeling of the bed and what the woman had said, he guessed that he was in a hospital. The moment his mind made that connection, imaginary red lights flashed and sirens blared and every instinct screamed for him to get the hell out of there. Hospitals were no place for hunters unless it was really serious.

Was it really serious? He couldn't remember why he was there in the first place. He had yet to open his eyes, so he couldn't scan his body for injuries visually. He wiggled around in the bed and was pleased to find nothing in his body was screaming in protest as of yet.

Finally, once he was satisfied that he wasn't hurt, he ventured to open his eyes. The room was bright in that way-too-bright kind of way. Dean's mind instantly went to the worst possible scenarios, but he pushed those to the back of his mind. His gut told him he was safe, at least for now. This was comforting to him because his gut instincts were rarely wrong.

What his gut also told him, though, was that neither Sam nor Cas were in the room with him. Another red alert starting going off in his head, and Dean had to tell himself to calm down for a while before he actually starting taking his own orders. He knew that he had to stay cool and collected if he was ever going to get himself out of here and find them, although he had no idea where "here" was.


"Dean? Cas? Dean, where are you? Dean!"

The young girl walked into the next room over to find the resident freakishly tall man was screaming his head off—again. Just like his brother, this one, Sam, was also super strong. Luckily, Dr. Rute had let them put restraints on him. She wouldn't want to be alone in a room with this guy during one of his episodes if he didn't have them. For now, though, all she had to do was keep him still long enough to inject the sedatives into his system.

Even that was pretty difficult, though. The guy was thrashing, bouncing, and thrusting his body ever which way. It was actually pretty impressive, seeing as he had both his wrists and ankles tied to the bed. She hoped he would wake up soon. They seemed to, as Dr. Rute and Dr. Wayk had said, calm down significantly when they awoke.

She tried to push down his torso with her left arm, while using her right to stick in the needle one handed. A wayward arm ended up clocking her in the right face, and she fell over. Thinking of how good his aim was for a dude who was sleeping, she rubbed her jaw and got back up. Usually, she would be pretty annoyed, but she could forgive Sam. She just hoped it didn't leave a mark; she didn't want the doctors to get mad at him.

She finally was able to stick the needle into the directed place on the crook of his neck, right above the bone. It wasn't traditional, but that was what the doctors said to do. She was just the nurse, after all. The drugs couldn't be too strong, anyway, because the patients usually woke up pretty soon after and were walking about in almost no time.

Gradually, he stopped moving and settled down into the bed. She cooed to him as she waited for him to wake up. She and Sam had developed the closest thing you can have to a friendship in a place like this, and she always enjoyed talking to him. He was down to Earth and seemed very wise, even though he was still so young.

Right on schedule, the abnormally large patient opened his eyes. His features seemed so much softer when he wasn't flipping out entirely, and she couldn't help but pity him. Was it really Sam's fault that this atrocity had happened to him? It's just genetics. He could have grown up and done something with his life. She wondered what he would've been. A doctor? Lawyer? He definitely could've made it as a model, she thought, as he stretched his arms over his head casually.

His face looked very confused, so she gave him some time to adjust. It usually didn't take him very long to get his bearings. Unlike his brother, he was pretty quick. Though, not as quick as that other guy that they seemed to know. He woke up and just knew. In her opinion, it was very disconcerting.

He turned his head slowly toward her, and she could see the blank look in his eyes. That was always a little weird, since she knew him so well. It was like treating a patient with temporary Alzheimer's or something. Suddenly, though, recognition covered all his features and he grinned widely.

"Hey, Reed!" he said with his trademark crooked smile.

"Good morning, Sam," she replied, trying to stay professional but still friendly.

As she leaned over to take off his restraints, his face fell. Reed frowned in a questioning way, and in answer he put his fingers up to her face, touching just where he had punched her mere minutes before.

"Me?" Sam asked. The way he said it was so full of worry Reed couldn't stand it. His puppy-dog eyes were at full blast, and he was practically sending out waves of guilt in every direction.

"No! No, it wasn't you! Don't worry, Sam."

She was a dirty liar and she knew it, but the relieved and happy look on his face was completely worth it.

"Let's go get you some Jello, yeah?" Reed offered with the most genuine smile she could manage.

Sam beamed right back at her, grabbed her hand, hauled his body out of the bed, and pulled her out the room.


Dean sat up slowly, still a little worried he might find some terrible injury his previous wiggles hadn't accounted for. Although he had overheard the older woman, who he assumed now was his doctor, say she was going to stay in the room, it was still a bit of a surprise when he was greeted by her face.

Not that her face wasn't pleasant to look at, though. She had straight brown, bordering on black, hair which framed her slender face perfectly. Although all of her features were dainty and womanly, her seemingly permanent expression contorted them in a way that made her whole face look sharp. She gave off a very assertive air, like she was running the show and no one could argue, but Dean sort of liked that. It made him feel safe. He thought it was good that at least one of them knew what was going on.

"Dean," she said. It was short and fast, almost like an order.

"Dr. Wayk," Dean replied.

Dean was surprised by his own words. He had decided already that he knew the woman, but he had no idea that he remembered her name. It seemed as if his memory was coming back, even if it was coming slowly.

"I can see you're still experiencing some confusion. Let me explain. You are in Terayla Mental Hospital on account of serious delusions, slight psychosis, and possible schizophrenia. Luckily, though, these symptoms seem to only plague you when you sleep. Do you have any questions?"

To be continued…