Well here's yet another one of my stupid little fics. Hope some of you like it. I'm going on vacation till Jan. 3rd so I won't be able to post the next chapter till I get back. Let's hope the writer's strike is over by then and our boys get back to work…… Happy Holidays to everyone!!!

Insanity is Only a State of Mind

Chapter one

Sam stood at the edge of the bridge looking down into the deep dark water below him. His open shirt whipped around his lean body as the strong wind kept making it hard to keep his balance.

"Son come on down from there." The police negotiator said keeping his voice calm. He had tried to talk jumpers down many times before and this was nothing new to him.

Sam glanced back at him and the lights from the numerous police headlights clearly showed the bruises on his face.

"Why?" He asked innocently.

"Because you're going to get hurt if you don't come down."

"I won't get hurt….I can fly."

"No…no you can't." The negotiator moved slightly closer and held out his hand. "Now just give me your hand and I'll help you down."

"No! Stay away from me!" Sam had a wild look in his eyes as he screamed at the man.

"Easy son…just take it easy….Why don't you come down from there and we can talk…" The man took a few steps back not wanting to scare the man.

"About what?"

"About what's bothering you."

"You don't understand…there are too many of them!" Sam said putting his hands up to his temples and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Too many what?"

"Too many people inside my head telling me what to do!"

"You don't have to listen to them, only me…. You only have to listen to me."

"But they won't let me alone!" Sam sobbed as he turned and looked back down at the water. "They keep telling me to kill, and the only way they'll let me alone is if I do."

"So what will jumping off of the bridge solve?"

"It will get them out of my head." Sam said as he took a step closer to the edge.

"You don't want to do this…not really. You need to come off the edge so we can help you." The negotiator took a few steps closer.

"I can help myself." Sam said calmly as he stepped off the bridge and plunged toward the water below.

Three Days Earlier

Dean walked into the motel room and tossed Sam a hamburger. He caught it and unwrapped it as he continued reading his computer screen.

"Find anything?" Dean asked as he sat down on his bed and turned the TV on to a basketball game.

"Not much…actually only one thing nearby. I was reading a local paper online and there's a column where people send in weird bizarre things. Well someone sent in a letter about The Woodsdale Home for the Criminally Insane…it's about twenty miles from here. The letter writer said that his brother is in prison there and he had told him that some of the inmates are disappearing and are never seen again. He also states that his brother swears there is a spirit who walks the halls the night before an inmate vanishes." Sam looked over at Dean. "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Dean gave a little laugh. "Sam …this guy's brother is in a prison for the insane….Doesn't the word insane make you think this guy could be one fry short of a happy meal?"

"Hey… you asked me if I found anything….Well that's what I found." Sam turned back to the computer.

"Nothing else huh?"

"Nope. At least not nearby…The inmate's brother sounds really concerned. I think we should check it out."

"Okay I guess it wouldn't hurt." Dean looked over at Sam and smiled as he took a quarter out of his pocket. "Heads you play the inmate ….tails I do." He said as he flipped the coin in the air.

TBC