Set after episode 2.04 with spoilers for episodes 1.01-2.04.

Rated M for language

Summary: Knowing how much weight Dean has been carrying on his shoulders since their father's death, Sam tries to get him help but ends up putting his brother's life in danger.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, or anything Supernatural related, but the rest are mine. Enjoy!!

"Sam… that little bitch. I can't believe he did this to me! What does he expect? That I'm going to spill my guts to Father Time? Well, he's got another thing comin'."

Finally submitting to the fact that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, Dean started to let go of the anger consuming him and let frustration take over. He lifted his head a few inches, looked around the barren room, then let it drop with a thud back onto the bed.

"I am so screwed."

Back at the hotel room, Sam stared at the door where he had last seen his brother being bodily dragged by the men Sam himself had called for help.

"God, I hope I did the right thing."

He slowly made his way over to his bed and sank down on it, burying his face in his hands, trying to rid himself of the guilt and to erase his brother's pleading eyes from his memory.

Dean had no idea how long he laid there staring at the very boring ceiling, but it felt like ages. He was so bored, he actually began to think about all the memories that Sam and Dr. Heinz has brought up for him recently. When he reached the memory concerning a particular yellow eyed demon pinning him to the wall and telling him his family didn't need him, he decided to end that train of thought and opted for amusing himself by making noises with his mouth.

Halfway through singing AC/DC's Back in Black, Dean's door opened revealing a newly rested Dr. Heinz, two of the three muscle men he had met the day before, and a nurse he had never seen pulling up the rear carrying three long straps and a syringe.

Eying the syringe and knowing what was in it, Dean decided to put his brave, obnoxious face back on to quell the fear rising inside him.

"Hey, Jeeves. Long time, no see. What's on the agenda for today? Wanna pick flowers and design bonnets while discussing my broken childhood?"

"Today we're going to begin your treatment. You have already met John and Neil," he stated as he motioned to the two men behind him.

"Howdy boys, miss me?"

Turning to the nurse who was placing the medical equipment on a small table in the corner of Dean's room, the doc continued the introductions. "And this is Tricia. She will be helping me with your treatment."

"Why hello. Too bad we couldn't have met earlier. If you'd like to grab a coffee sometime, I'd…"

The doc interrupted Dean chat. "Now Dean, I'm afraid we're going to have to free your mind a little before we can begin the procedure."

"Look, dude, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I understand that my brother has concerns, but my problems really aren't worth all the trouble you've gone through, so why don't you just take off these straps and I'll be on my way?" While Dean tried once again to bargain, Nurse Tricia walked back out into the hall.

"My dear boy, do you really have that low self-esteem? You are worth every second I put into my job as long as I can help you deal with these issues that are bothering you."

Dean watched as the nurse wheeled in an ECT cart from the hallway.

"Whoa, hey! I thought you said free my mind, not fry it!"

"It's just a small shock, really nothing to worry about. It will make your body more accepting to the drug."

The two muscle men picked up the extra straps the nurse had discarded earlier and advanced towards the helpless Dean. He lifted his head to watch as they fastened one around his knees, and one around his chest and shoulders, securing his body to the table.

The doc himself took the final additional strap and attached one side to the left of Dean's head. He then placed a firm hand on Dean's forehead and continued adding pressure until his neck muscles gave out and Dean's head was forced back against the table.

"You're making a huge mistake! There's nothing wrong with me!"

"Just relax, son. Take a deep breath and try to hold still."

"Hold still my ass! Do you candy-coat this shit to all of your prisoners?"

"You are not a prisoner, Dean. You are a patient, and I as your doctor am going to help you." Dean looked above his head directly into the doc's eyes. When he did they glinted a brilliant yellow, before returning to their normal dark brown.

"You?!"

"Trust me." An evil smirk came over the doc's face as he fastened the other end of the strap to right side of Dean's head, immobilizing Dean's body completely.

"Get the fuck away from me you son-of-a-bit…." His warning was cut off sharply when Neil forced a mouth guard past his lips. Furious, Dean's struggles redoubled. Nurse Tricia approached his right side holding a syringe.

"Sthop! You thon' knaw wat you're thoing!" Dean tried to shout to her around the mouth guard. The doc placed his hand on Dean's head and almost lovingly caressed his hair in a soothing gesture.

"Easy, Dean. No need to panic. That is just a strong muscle relaxant so that the shock does not cause your body harm when it seizes. It's just a little prick…"

As the nurse reached for Dean's belt buckle, Dean froze wide-eyed. The doc continued his explanation. "Unfortunately, for it to be most effective, we can not inject it in your arm. It will take too long to circulate through your blood stream."

Dean's whole body tensed as the nurse carefully slid his jeans down a few inches and injected him with the muscle relaxant. As she replaced his jeans around his hips and completely removed his belt buckle for safety purposes, Dean felt his body beginning to sag.

He slowly lost control of his legs, then up into his arms so he could no longer fight against the binds. As the doctor fixed the electrodes to his temples, Dean lost what bravado he had left and truly began to panic.

"Calm him down, nurse, or he is going to hyperventilate!" The doctor shouted to Tricia. She quickly strode back to Dean's side and began rubbing large circles across his chest while placing the palm of her other hand against his cheek. "Shhh….. just relax. Deep breaths. It's really not that bad."

Dean's eyes latched onto hers, begging her to help him.

"Everyone stand back!" The doctor called out, then as Tricia moved away, he started the machine.

Fire roared instantly through Dean's head and down his spine and he bit harshly into the mouth guard to stop himself from screaming. His entire body seized up and began convulsing painfully. A few seconds later, the machine was shut down, but the pain took much longer to subside. Dean's body continued to shake and convulse and he had no power to stop it.

As his muscles began to relax again, a tear escaped the corner of his eye. Dr. Heinz leaned over Dean's trembling form, gently wiped the tear away, and patted his cheek.

"Thata boy. It's all over now." He removed the mouth guard and Dean accidentally let slip a small whimper as the fire in his body was reduced to a painful throbbing. He berated himself for his weakness, but he was starting to lose hope that anyone was going to save him from this disaster his brother unknowingly landed him in.

Dean refused to take his eyes off of the demon as he circled Dean's cot, staring hungrily at him like a hunter would its prey.

"You've done very well already, Dean. Shortly, we'll be moving on to the second half of your treatment. But first, if my fellow associates could please clear the room for a few minutes, you and I need to have a little chat in private."

TBC

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