He got into the hospital easy enough, now smuggling out a patient who was half drugged was going to be a bit trickier. How long do they send people to prison for stealing (more like borrowing) a crazy family member from an insane asylum? He had to be crazy himself for even considering doing what he was about to.

"Dean, listen to me," he started, kneeling down to Dean's eye level "I'm gonna get you out of here so you can help me, okay?"

Dean stared at him groggily "Why? You didn't want me before"

Sam straightened up, surprised and a little hurt at the comment. At that moment, Sam realized how very childlike his brother was. He needed to be reassured constantly, something Sam was finding increasingly annoying.

Sam stared hard at Dean, commanding with a look for his brother to listen and listen good "Mom died tonight Dean. Do you understand that? She died just like you said she had…you're the only one with a clue here, even if you are a few cards short of a full deck"

"I'll ignore the jab at my intelligence." Dean said wearily, rubbing his foggy head. He then lifted his head quickly and unexpectedly as if something Sam had previously said finally hit him. "And what are you talking about 'she died tonight'? Mom's been dead for over twenty years"

Sam sighed and dropped his head, shaking it slightly. He didn't have time to argue with Dean, so he lifted him the best he could from the bed (Dean was heavy and still sedated) and used his shoulder to support him.

"Where are we going?" Dean slurred, trying to regain use of his limbs rather then moving them sluggishly…and doing so unsuccessfully.

"To get dad and figure this out together" Sam huffed.

Dean laughed "Good luck with that"

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled Dean with him to the door. He opened it as silently as he could and peeked out, still no one roaming around. What kind of institution was this that they didn't even have security guards? "C'mon, the only one we have to worry about is the front desk clerk" he told his brother and pulled him through the hallways toward the hospital exit.

"Where is the car parked?" Dean asked

"The front parking lot…why?"

"Use a fire exit. Once the fire department is notified, we'll be long gone. We would have five minutes, plenty of time to-"

"How do you know all this?" Sam interrupted. Dean simply smiled.

Honestly, what Dean had suggested made perfect sense. There would be enough chaos to let them slip out undetected. 'Oh, I am so going to jail for this…' he thought as he hoisted his brother to the nearest fire exit. The minute he pushed the door open, the alarms began to sound. One lucky thing was he could see his car from the exit doorway. The two brothers shuffled to the little beat up Toyota Sam had worked hard to buy when he was 19 years old.

"What is that?" Dean sniffed

"My car"

"The little Toyota POS? Sammy, get some style. When we get out of here, we're finding my car"

Sam raised an eyebrow as he helped Dean into the back seat, motioning for him to lay on the seats to stay out of sight. "What? The infamous '67 Chevy Impala that doesn't exist?"

"It exists…and I know just where I left it" Dean answered with a smile, laying his fuzzy head on the seat as Sam climbed into the drivers seat.

Sam sighed, rolled his eyes, and started the car.

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They got onto the road with no problems, every-so-often passing a fire truck with it's sirens blaring.

"Sam, pull over" Dean said suddenly from the back seat "I think I'm gonna hurl"

Sam pulled over just quick enough for Dean to stick his head out the window and puke. When he was done, Dean sat back and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. Sam stared back at him from the drivers seat "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, the drugs are wearing off…this happens all the time. Those sadistic bastards…" Dean said

"All the time? They have to sedate you a lot?"

"Well, I'm not the most cooperative patient" Dean admitted with a proud smile.

"Di-did they do anything else to you?" Sam built up the nerve to ask. He had wanted to know since earlier that previous afternoon when he had seen his brother for the first time in years. He didn't look good then, almost gaunt with weariness and what seemed like fear at the time.

Deans smile dropped and that familiar look of anguish returned to his eyes. He deliberately looked away from Sam and out the window. Sam felt immediately sorry for asking and wouldn't blame Dean for not answering, but his curiosity got the better of him. For the second time that night, Sam mentally slapped himself.

He turned back to put the car in gear, but stopped when Dean spoke, quietly at first and with broken voice "I was electro-shocked once…about a month ago. It was for something stupid like flipping off an orderly or something. They said I was a menace and a danger to other patients as well as myself…to which I promptly told them to shove it. I regretted that, really quickly…I have been strapped to the bed for days at a time, deprived food, degraded and abused…all for being supposedly out of line and delusional. No matter what you may think, that place is not the sunshine and giggles you think it is. And that Dr. Michaels might as well be his own little Spanish inquisition. He puts on a show when the patients families come in, but otherwise he's a heartless motherfucker."

Sam hadn't bothered to look back at his brother as he spilled the horrors he had been through. Rather, he kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel, gripping tighter as Dean continued, his voice rising with anger:

"I didn't deserve to be there in that witch trial of a place. If you didn't admit you're illness, they forced it out of you, be it with hallucinogens or deprivation until you yourself believed you were crazy…I'm not crazy, Sam."

"Did they break you?" Sam asked through gritted teeth, his knuckles growing increasingly white on the steering wheel.

He felt Dean turn back to look at him, though Sam didn't turn around to meet his gaze. "No" Dean answered simply.

Sam didn't know why, but he believed Dean. He believed his brother wasn't making his fantastical stories up…though the time frame may have been warped, Deans tales were starting to come true. Sam silently put the car in gear and sped off, not saying a word. He sensed his brother was thankful for it.

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They were not ten minutes from the motel when Dean told Sam to pull over once more. "You have to throw up again?"

"No, its my baby!" Dean exclaimed, almost pressing his nose to the back drivers side window.

Sam obliged, pulling his Toyota to the side of the road. Dean hopped out so quick, Sam didn't have much time to put the car in park and follow. "Dean! Where are you going?" he yelled, running after his brother.

Dean ran to a remote and shady ally. Sam was amazed that he knew where he was going, being that he was in the asylum since he was nine. "Dean, this is stupid, lets go back to the car."

"I'm headed to the car…have some faith in your big brother, Sammy" smirked Dean.

Sam reluctantly indulged his brother, but if he kept calling him Sammy he was going to hurt him. He was willing himself to hold back the eventual 'I told you so' when they didn't find this car.

"There she is!" Dean exclaimed, pointing at an unopened garage. "I had hid it before…well, you know…"

Sam paused and gasped as Dean lifted the garage up and there sat a jet-black, mid sixties model, Chevy Impala SS. "What the hell is going on?" he mumbled to himself as Dean rushed to the automobile and hugged the hood.

"Dean, this has to be a coincidence…it just has to be! You don't have keys to this, it isn't yours" said Sam.

"Gotcha covered…" Dean replied, kneeling down and reaching under the bumper. He produced a ring of keys and Sam's mouth dropped even more, if it was possible. "Close your mouth Sam, you'll start collecting flies"

"B-bu…h-how…I-I don't get it" Sam stammered.

"No one wanted to believe me…" Dean mumbled to himself as he climbed into the drivers seat and started up the growling engine with a smile. He stuck his head out the window and called to Sam "Motel six off the highway? I'll meet you there. Which room?"

"…12..."

Dean smirked and nodded, gunning it out of the garage and onto the street, leaving Sam standing like an idiot.

Sam realized when he got to the motel, Dean probably wouldn't be there. He now had a car (which he shouldn't be able to drive) and would probably skip town. That car couldn't be his, it was impossible…then again, so was being burnt to death on the ceiling, but it had happened to his mother a few hours ago. It was going to be Sam and his Father on this, now that he made the mistake of letting Dean drive off out of his sight.

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Sam stood at the entrance of a very empty room number twelve. The door had stood open as he pulled up and the interior was dark. His father wasn't here, but most of his stuff was. For the third, fourth, and fifth time Sam mentally slapped himself for letting Dean go. How could he be so stupid! Dean was now three for three. Their mother had died horribly by unseen forces, the Impala actually existed, and now their father was gone. 'Maybe I'm the crazy one' Sam thought, sitting on the still made double bed and staring blankly at the wall. He was now alone.

For the first time allowed himself to cry, placing his head in his hands and sobbing like a child. He was hurt, sad, and scared for obvious reasons. What made it worse was he could do nothing about it.

"I told you he wouldn't be here" a voice said. Sam lifted his head from his hands and quickly wiped the tears away. Dean was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest, just staring at him. Dean had changed from the worn scrubs and black tee to ripped jeans and a maroon button up shirt complete with black work jacket on top.

"What? Are you here to rub it in that you were right all along? Spare me…" Sam sniffed, looking at his shoes.

"Now why would I want to do that? I want to get a hold of him more then you know. I've…I mean, we've been looking for him for almost a year now with no luck"

Sam stood up quickly, kicking a near by trash bucket in frustration and throwing various items across the room. Dean just watched and waited for Sam to finish his tantrum. "Are you done?" he asked when Sam stood still, breathing heavily.

"NO!" Sam screamed, glaring at Dean with such anger he was surprised Dean didn't burst into flames "I JUST SAW HIM THREE HOURS AGO! He's not gone! He must be out or something! You're simply insane, simple as that!"

Dean quirked an eyebrow, but stayed leaning against the doorframe calmly "I'm the insane one? So what I was in an asylum for God knows how long, but who's the one throwing a fit in a motel room? The Johnny Depp thing doesn't suit you, Sammy"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

"Fine, touchy…" Dean moved away from the frame and headed for the small dinette set next to the bed. He sat in one of the chairs and looked up at his huffing brother, spreading his arms wide "I don't know what to tell you Sam, it's a shit straw you pulled"

Sam dropped to the bed in a huff and glared hard at Dean, pointing an accusing finger at him. "No, this was all just supposed to be a figment of your screwed up imagination, not mine! God Dean, you've been in that friggen hospital since you were nine!"

"No I haven't, how many times do I have to tell you people…seriously, it's getting annoying" Dean replied calmly. To calmly for Sam's liking. "I have to thank you by the way, for getting my sorry ass out. I'm sure if I was left in there, I would be dead within a few months…probably self inflicted"

"Yea, well, I regret it already" Sam deadpanned. Dean laughed at him, to which Sam replied by throwing a pillow at him. "So I guess we wait for him, maybe he'll come back"

"What do you mean we? He isn't going to come back and you obviously have some fantasy life going here…even if it's in you're head. The last I heard, he was in Missouri, that's where I'm going. You're welcome to join me"

"You'll never make it out of the state. By now they'll have pictures of you sent to every news station in the country…mine too, come to think of it…you're an escaped mental patient, one who you yourself deemed as dangerous to others" Sam said weakly, completely drained all of a sudden.

"A chance I'm willing to take. You coming or not?"

Sam thought about it for a second. He would be leaving his friends, his school, his life to go on a wild goose chase that may not even exist. "Yea, I'm in…" he answered, suprising himself.

"Great!" Dean exclaimed and stood up. "We'll take my car"

"What about mine?"

"They'll be looking for your car…Don't you think?"