They knew who he was. At least two of them. Tracey seemed to be in on it with the doc. I gotta get word to Sam...Sam? Sammy! Dean jerked awake. His hand immediately going to his neck behind his ear. He felt no wound. Not sure why he was checking for a wound. A wraith generally didn't leave you alive after feeding on you. So why was he still alive?

Dean took in his surroundings. He was laying on the floor of one of Tracey's padded cells by the look of it. Walls, floor, and ceiling all padded for his protection. How thoughtful. Dean sat up and looked down at himself, checking for any injuries although he couldn't remember receiving any. In fact, he couldn't remember much of anything after being shown to the doc's office. He found no obvious injuries. He also found no clothes to speak of. He sat there in only a pair of scrub pants. No shirt, no shoes or socks. Just the pants.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" Dean looked up to see Tracey at a little window in the door.

"Like my head was run over by a semi." His vision seemed normal, but the raging headache at his temples remained. He got up and walked over to the door. He placed a hand on either side and leaned down so he was looking through the window at her.

"The sedatives they used to bring you down often leave a headache behind."

"Bring me down?" Dean was confused. He didn't remember an altercation of any kind.

"Dean you need to stop feeding the rage and let the violence go." She offered.

"What?"

"If you get violent every time they try to move you, you're going to find yourself permanently moved into one of these cells. Poor Harry had to get stitches!"

"What do you mean every time? I only just got here." Dean looked down at his hands. There was no sign of a fist fight.

She gave him a sympathetic look through the window. "Oh honey. You've been here for over six months."

"What?! No. No, no, no. That's wrong. I just got here today." Dean was wracking his brain, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Honey, you need to step away from the door so I can slide your lunch in."

"No. You need to let me go! I need to get to my brother!"

"Dean. Do we need to call Eddie and Kyle down here? Step away from the door."

"I want to talk to that doctor again! Um...Eric something."

"I'll see what I can do but if you don't step back right now, you won't like the consequences."

Dean stepped away from the door in a daze. "You'll get me in to see him?"

"Yes. Step a little further back, please."

Dean walked back to the center of the room. A slot opened in the bottom of the door and a tray slid through. The slot closed and Tracey gave him the go ahead to move. He walked over to the tray and lifted the lid off the plate. It looked like your typical BLT. There were some green beans on the side, their juice flowing under the sandwich, making it a soggy mess, and a small bowl with applesauce. "Nice appetizer. Where's the rest?"

Tracey chuckled. "Enjoy your lunch and I'll see if I can get you in with the doctor." The little window slapped shut and she was gone.

Dean wasn't sure what was going on but he knew that wraiths messed with your head. He decided he just wasn't going to believe anything any of them said for now. He sat down next to the tray of food. He wanted so badly to eat but knew they could have put anything in there. For now he wouldn't risk it. His stomach wasn't happy with the decision. After a while, Dean got up and paced in circles around the room.

Eventually Tracey came by. "Dean. You didn't eat?"

"Not hungry." Dean stayed away from the door this time.

"Eddie and Kyle will be here shortly to take you down to see the doctor. I'm afraid with your current track record, some restraint will be necessary. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"There is no current track record. I just came here today. I don't know what you're talking about." Dean was getting frustrated and started pacing back and forth in the small room.

"You're getting yourself all worked up. If you want to see him, you're going to be restrained. There is no other way."

Dean sighed. He didn't like the idea of restraint in any form. He couldn't fight back or escape very well when restrained. Although, if they had wanted to kill him, they would taken advantage of the opportunity while he was out. Wouldn't they? One thing was certain, he wasn't going to find out what was going on around here by sitting in a padded room. "Fine."

"You're going to behave?"

"Yes, yes. Can we just do this already?"

Dean could now hear other voices out in the hall. "He ready?"

"Yes. Says he'll cooperate this time."

"Fat chance." Another voice answered.

"There is no this time! This is the first time!" Dean raised his voice in frustration.

A new face looked through the window at him. "You keep telling yourself that." He turned his head to the side. "We'll let you know when you can come in and grab the tray. Just give us a chance to get him in line." The guy looked in again. "Go place your hands on the back wall. You know the routine, Winchester."

"Not really." Dean mumbled under his breath. He went to the back of the room and placed his hands on the wall. He figured the sooner this was over, the sooner he could lose these douchewads.

He heard the door open and nothing more, the padded floor covering the sound of their footsteps. As soon as he heard their breathing, one of them grabbed him in a half nelson, through his right arm, and grabbed his other arm and pulled it back. "We have a nice jacket for you to wear." A voice growled in his ear.

"Oh. This one of those 'no shirt - no service' type of establishments?" This was met with a harder shove to the back of his head, bending him over a bit.

"Okay, Kyle, I'm ready. Turn him around."

Kyle turned around, hauling Dean with him. When they were facing whom Dean assumed was Eddie, he noticed he was holding out a straight jacket. "Oh seriously? Is this really necessary?

"You wanna see the doc or not?" Eddie asks and gives the jacket a little shake.

"Well I thought handcuffs or something. I don't think you need that, fellas. I said I'd be a good little boy." Dean's mind was racing. He could slip out of cuffs, but he'd never been in a straight jacket before. He was liking this less and less.

"Then be a good little boy and get this on." Eddie said this with a nod of his head to Kyle. They didn't wait for Dean, but muscled his arms into the sleeves.

Dean could feel them buckling buckles up the back and then Kyle's hand reached through his legs and pulled a strap up. "Hey, whoa! Watch it there!"

Kyle made sure to pull the strap nice and snug, giving Dean a permanent wedgie and leaving him trying to adjust himself without hands to do so. "Wrap your arms around." Eddie instructed. Dean assumed the position and they buckled his arms behind him very tightly.

"Man. Leave enough room for a guy to breathe why don't you?"

There were a pair of straps around about his shoulder blades and Eddie and Kyle each grabbed one. "Ok, Tracey, come get the food tray out of here." Tracey came in, grabbed the tray from the floor and held the door open for them. They led Dean down the hall and to a small room. In it was a table with a chair on either side. The doctor sat in the far one and Dean was shoved into the closer one.

"What can I do for you today, Dean?" He smiled like nothing was wrong.

"I want you to let me go."

"Why would I do that? You think we're wraiths. And, although we're not, you're a threat."

"You're not wraiths."

"Heavens no! They are bastard crossbreeds we have little to no dealings with. Filthy things."

"Uh huh. Then what are you?" Dean's head was starting to throb again and he was breaking out into a cold sweat.

"You wouldn't be able to pronounce what we are called."

"Try me."

"What I mean is, you are physically unable to, but suffice it to say we could be likened to a succubus of sorts."

Dean was beginning to feel dizzy again and his heart was starting to pound. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because there is nothing you or your brother, whom I'm sure will turn up eventually, can do about it."

Dean frowned at him in confusion. He was starting to breathe heavily as if running from something. His anxiety levels jumped through the roof. Something was going on here and he wasn't sure what. He looked over at Eddie and Kyle, who had taken up positions by the door. He could see them for the wraiths they were.

Dean jumped up out of his seat. "Liar! I can see the wraiths!" He started backing to the far end of the table from the orderlies.

"You're hallucinating, Dean. It's the toxin taking effect." Eric said.

"No. Stay away from me!" Curse the stupid straight jacket! How was he supposed to fight like this. The two men slowly came toward him. Kyle got to him first and Dean rammed his knee into his groin. Kyle went down to one knee groaning. Dean quickly looked at Eddie who was wisely keeping the chair between them. Dean swung out with his other foot and kicked the chair. For whatever reason, it caught Eddie by surprise and bounced off his face. His head whipped back from the impact and he brought the back of his hand up his mouth, pulling it away bloody from where his lip had split.

Dean didn't waste time with his usual bravado but made his way back behind the desk, between the doctor and the wall. "I don't know what you're seeing, Dean, but we're not wraiths. I have told you nothing but the truth." Eric said calmly. His calm demeanor, when Dean was so on edge, only served to freak Dean out even more.

Eddie had helped Kyle up and they had split themselves up, each making his way slowly around either end of the table. Dean was trapped. "Stay away! Stay away from me!" Dean kept his eyes moving back and forth between the two monsters as he struggled to free his arms from the straight jacket.

The doctor calmly said. "I'm not sure why you ignore me. You think I'm the feeble, older gentleman that I portray?" Eric suddenly leaped up out of his seat, grabbed Dean by the neck, and slammed him against the wall. Dean's eyes grew even larger in fear and surprise than they already had been. He struggled against the old man's grip as best he could, but Eric lifted him up until his feet were dangling off the floor and he couldn't breathe. "I think, Dean, it's time for a snack."

He let go and Dean dropped to the floor gasping and moaning. "No. No. Please. I need to get to my brother. Please." As Dean was pleading, Eddie and Kyle had made their way around the table and grabbed him by the straps on the back of the jacket, hauling him to his feet.

"Take him down and secure him." Eric instructed.

Like a trigger, his words set Dean off. He started struggling and thrashing, kicking wildly with his legs. The two creatures lugged him into the hall where Kyle lost his grip and Dean almost got away. "Grab his legs, man!" Dean grunted and growled, thrashing and kicking his legs. He almost landed a kick to Kyle's face, but when he missed, it was the opening Kyle needed and he was able to wrap his arms around his legs and lift Dean off the floor and away from the only leverage he had.

They carried him down the hall, Dean raging incoherently at them and struggling in vain the whole way. They passed into a room where they then dumped him onto a gurney. Dean wasted no time but sat half way up and kicked out with his foot, smashing it into Kyle's face. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Dean then brought his knee up, hitting Eddie, who was trying in vain to wrangle Dean's legs, in the side of the head. Eddie backed away and Dean sat all the way up, swinging his legs to the side to hop off the gurney. But before he could get that far, a third person grabbed him at his shoulders and slammed him back down on the bed.

"Lay on his fucking legs you idiot!" A voice said. Eddie came back into view and threw his entire body across Dean's thighs and knees as the new person leaned heavily into his shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Dean could barely move, but kept fighting anyway. He refused to go down without a fight.

Someone had grabbed his feet and was working at strapping them down at the foot of the bed. Once they were done, Eddie got up. Dean bucked on the bed wildly, his back arching off it's surface. Eddie had ahold of another strap that he pulled across Dean's mid section, securing him further.

"No! Damn it! My brother needs me! You can't do this!" Dean screamed, continuing to fight ineffectively.

"Help me get his head!" As the third man held his shoulders, Eddie came over and started shoving Dean's head to the right, but Dean fought the action tooth and nail.

"Shit, this fucker's strong!" Eddie groused.

Then Kyle's voice rang out. "Step back, Eddie. I got this." Eddie let go of Dean's head and moved out of view and Dean saw Kyle step up. The side of his face was already quite swollen from the kick he took earlier. Before Dean could totally register all this, though, Kyle punched him square in the jaw, snapping his head to the side. He then smashed his hands into the left side of Dean's face, holding his right cheek firmly to the gurney's surface. Unknown man number three then proceeded to strap Dean's head down sideways to the bed.

"We're better than wraiths, Dean. Wraiths kill their food." The doctor came into Dean's line of sight. He ran the back of his hand down Dean's cheek in an almost loving manner. Dean's eyes were rolling in his head much like a frightened horse. He tried in vain to jerk his head away from Eric. "I'm not going to kill you Dean. We can feed off you for years before your body gives out."

By this point, Dean was keeping up a steady mantra of 'no's' repeated over and over. As he looked up at Eric looming over him, Eric opened his mouth impossibly far and two long snake-like fangs popped down from the roof of his mouth. He leaned down and latched onto the side of Dean's neck, driving the fangs into the back of his neck at his spine. Dean screamed.

He could feel the fangs pulsing in his neck as Eric sucked who knows what from his spine. He was beginning to feel light headed and his fear and anxiety were slowly slipping away. Things got a little hazy and his eyes rolled up into his skull as he passed out.