Disclaimer: I own nothing except the characters you don't recognise! These are Erik Kripke and Joss Whedon's toys that I am using for my own enjoyment :) Some dialogue borrowed from SPN season 5, episode Sam Interrupted

CHAPTER 2

Sam and Dean sat across from the doctor. He sat at his desk reading their file. He looked between them and the file.

"You were referred to me by a 'Dr Babar' in Chicago." The Doc said matter-of-factly.

"That's right." Dean replied.

The doctor put down the file. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know, I don't have any elephant books." Dean quipped. "Look doctor, I think that the doc was in over his head with this one." He added with a subtle point to Sam. "because my brother's…" Dean whistled and made hand gestures indicating that Sam was crazy.

"Okay fine." The doctor said hastily, holding up a hand for Dean to stop. "Thank you, that's really, not necessary." He looked at Sam and picked up a clipboard. "Why don't you tell me, Alex?"

Sam sighed. "I'm fine. I mean, a little depressed I guess."

"Alright. Any idea why?" the doc asked writing down what Sam had said.

"Probably because I started the apocalypse."

The doctor stopped writing and looked at Sam. "The apocalypse?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Dean and the doctor exchanged looks. "And you think you started it?"

"Yeah, I mean, I killed this demon. Lilith and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell. So now he's topside and we're trying to stop him."

"Who's trying to stop him?"

"Me. Uh, him." Sam pointed to Dean. "Oh, and this one angel."

"You mean, like an angel on your shoulder?"

"No, no, his name's Castiel. He wears a trench coat."

"See what I mean doc?" Dean said. "I mean the kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault."

"It's not?" the doctor asked.

"No. it was this other demon ruby, she had him addicted to demon blood and near the end he was practically chugging the stuff." Dean answered, making Sam look guilty and a little uncomfortable. Dean continued. "My brother's not evil. He was just…high. So could you just fix him up so we can get back to travelling around the country and hunting monsters?"

The doctor held up a finger, motioning for them to wait and he picked up the phone and pressed number one on speed dial. "Irma, cancel my lunch."

"Dr Fuller would like to keep you both under observation for a couple of days." The cheery nurse told the brothers as she led them down the white halls.

"Both? Me too?" Dean asked.

"Yes sugar, the doctor thinks that would be best." The nurse, Karla, replied in the same happy tone. Sam and Dean traded knowing smirks as they entered the exam room.

"Alright I'm just gonna give you a little check-up." She said while checking Dean's blood pressure.

"Look nurse Ratchet, let's get one thing straight. I've seen Cuckoo's Nest so don't try any of that soul crushing, authoritarian crap on me, hm?" Dean said.

"Okey dokey." She replied with a bright smile. Dean nodded. He thought his insult would be a little more…insulting.

"Alright, you can go ahead and take down your pants." She said to both the boys. Sam looked worried.

"W-wait what? W-what for?"

The nurse just smiled and snapped on a rubber glove. Sam looked disturbed and nodded in understanding.

Dean looked around the day room. He looked at all the people there. There was a lady sitting at a table poking at a stuffed bunny, one man was asleep and another woman was looking at a picture book.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Dean grumbled.

"Hey, it's the least we could do." Sam said. "Martin saved dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great honour."

"Was. Until Albuquerque."

"Besides, I just think its better we keep busy, that's all."

"Better than what?"

Sam shrugged "nothin."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Look, there he is."

"Let's go then." Sam said and they walked over to Martin.