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!!
As Sam was about to get into the Impala to find a safe place to meet up with Bobby, he glanced at the doors one more time and happened to see Dr. Heinz exiting the building.
"Shit!" Sam dropped down behind the car and crept to the hood to peer around it. Heinz looked flustered as he headed towards his car a few spaces down from where the Impala was parked.
Thinking to himself, Sam's conscience battled. Come on, Sam. Are you just going to let him walk away? Can you really just leave your brother to be tortured again by the damn demon? But Bobby is only three hours out and he told me to wait… ONLY three hours??! Dean could be dead by then!! You have to act now. Your only opportunity has just presented itself. Grow a pair, Winchester, and make a move.
Whispering softly as he crept around the car and began heading towards Heinz, "This definitely qualifies as doing something stupid… Sorry, Bobby, but I can't wait."
When Sam was close enough, he lunged out, pinning Heinz to the side of his car. "What have you done to my brother you bastard!"
Trying to overcome his shock at being attacked, Heinz stammered, "S-Sam? I, uh… nothing! Dean is just fine! I saw him a few moments ago. But I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. My memory is a little rusty."
"What?" Sam was very confused. Why wasn't the demon fighting him off? Heinz dropped his gaze to the ground, too afraid to keep eye contact with this furious man before him.
"Look at me!" When Heinz looked up, Sam saw nothing by frightened brown eyes. To himself in frustration, "Damn it! Where'd he go? He could be anyone!" He forcefully pushed himself off Heinz and released him, running a hand through his hair to try and pull himself together. Turning back to Heinz, "You don't remember anything you've done to him, do you?"
"Sam, I just saw you a few minutes ago. I haven't had much time to talk to him yet. The last thing I remember is talking to him about his treatment options once it seemed clear he wasn't willing to talk openly."
"What kind of options?"
"That is strictly confidential, Sam. I told you that when you first came to me."
Grabbing onto the front of Heinz's shirt and shaking him roughly, Sam growled out, "WHAT KIND OF OPTIONS?!"
"Please calm down, Sam. It is simply a new drug that will ease your brother into feeling more comfortable divulging the information that is tearing him apart. It's completely harmless, I assure you."
"So what's with the shock therapy then?!"
"Shock therapy? I would never order that for your brother. His mind is fragile enough as it is."
"Shit, shit, shit. Okay, tell me what room he is in."
"Sam, he's not allowed visitors until he's done treatment. It could affect his progress."
"Tell me NOW damn it!"
"Fine, Sam. Just remember it was you who wanted this in the first place."
"I just wanted him to be okay! I didn't ask for any of this! He doesn't deserve any of this! God… I just couldn't watch him continue to beat himself up for everything when none of it was his fault."
"I understand. He is in room B523."
"Okay." Without another word, Sam turned and made to head for the double doors, but Heinz spoke up before he could get two feet.
"Sam, before you go barging in there, tell me one thing. How close were your dad and your brother?"
"Pretty much inseparable. Dean was his little soldier and always did what he was told without question. Why?"
"That's what I was afraid of. I don't know how to say this, but I think your brother may have been abused by your father. I haven't discerned how exactly yet, but the responses I did get from him concerning his father were very shielded and he quickly became agitated when I made a simple inquiry about possible sexual or physical abuse when he was a young boy."
"You did WHAT?!"
"I'm sorry, Sam, but it seemed like a viable option."
"My father could be a total ass sometimes, but he never laid a hand on either of us! If anything, it was verbal abuse. He turned into a drill sergeant after my mom died. My brother hero-worshiped the man. Of course he flipped out when you asked that! I should have known this was a bad idea. No one outside our family could possibly understand my brother."
"I'm sorry, son. I didn't mean to offend either of you. I was only trying to help."
"God… yeah… I know. Sorry. Look, I need to get to him now. If you know what is best for you, you'll stay away from this place until my brother and I are gone."
"I'm sorry I couldn't help either of you, Sam. Good luck to the both of you."
"Thanks. You too." With that, Sam turned on his heel and marched to the door, pulling his cell out again as he went.
Bobby picked up after two rings this time and Sam didn't give him the chance to even say hello.
"Bobby, it's me. I can't wait any longer. I have to go get him now. Heinz isn't possessed anymore. The demon could be anyone. Be careful when you get here." With that, he hung up and strode back through the double doors.
On the other end, Bobby slammed his phone shut in frustration.
"Damn it, John! Your boys are just like you."
After finishing checking Dean's heart beat, blood pressure, temperature, and his pupils among other things, she walked over to the table and picked up the second needle. She uncapped it and pushed some of the liquid out, making sure the needle was devoid of any air bubbles.
"Everything looks good, Sweetie. I'd say you were ready for the second half of your treatment now."
"NO! Please, wait! You don't want to hear the shit that is in my head, okay? I promise you that much."
"Hunny, everyone here says that, but after the treatment, they all feel much better that they have finally divulged their inner conflicts."
"You can't administer that without a doctor's approval!"
"I'm aware of that. That's why we're waiting for Dr. Heinz's temporary replacement, Dr. Freud."
"Oh, you've gotta be kiddin' me."
"I know, strange coincidence, huh?"
"Just a little."
A few minutes later, a young man seemingly around the age of eighteen waltzed in looking excited as though Dean were his first patient.
Dean took one look at him and blanched. "You can't be serious! I thought you said Freud, not a psychiatric version of Doogie Howser!"
"Sir, I assure you I am very capable of handling your case."
"Well, that would be very reassuring if I needed a lawyer, but right now… I just need to get out of here."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Suicide attempts are not taken lightly here, Mr. Gibbons."
"Suicide… For the last time! I never tried to kill myself!"
Tricia looked clearly disturbed at this new bit of information that Dr. Heinz had not informed her of. This boy did not seem capable of such a thing. He didn't look dangerous or suicidal. But… she reasoned, the doctor knows best.
"Nurse Tricia, please hand me that needle, and you are excused. Anything Dean says while under the effects of this drug are still considered confidential and are only to be heard by the doctor. Oh, and take those two with you," he said, referring to John and Neil.
"Yes, doctor." She reluctantly handed over the needle and headed to the door. The other two left briskly ahead of her and departed.
"Don't you leave me here with this guy!" Dean shouted to her retreating back.
"Don't worry, baby. You're in good hands." She smiled gently at him before closing the door behind her.
"Hahaha… did you see the look on her face when I told her you tried to kill yourself, Winchester? Priceless…"
"Jesus Christ, you're like a bad case of acne, you know that? You just never go away."
"Ah, so we've reverted back to the humor I see. Let's see how long it lasts this time. Ready to talk about how fucked up you really are, Deano?"
"Bite me."
"Tempting… but no. Ha, if only your father could see you now… completely helpless with no means of stopping me from doing whatever I want to you."
"If you're asking for a date, sorry… you're not my type."
"It's not your body I'm interested in. I've waited years to break you, Winchester. The wait is finally over."
The demon walked over to Dean's side and Dean began squirming and fighting to break the restraints.
The demon gripped Dean's jaw with bruising force and turned his head to make him look into his yellow eyes. "Don't bother struggling… you'll just wear yourself out." Not being able to punch the demon in his ugly, smirking face, Dean did the only thing he could and spit at him. "Why you little…!"
Just as the demon was about to plunge the needle into Dean's chest, Sammy came bursting into the room.
"Get your fucking hands off my brother!"
TBC
As always… let me know what you think! And don't worry… Dean won't be getting away that easily!