Great, I am glad everyone enjoyed the story so far, and people are scratching their heads. LOL!!! I will finally tell you guys why the Greens where killed, but sorry why Sammy confessed won't come for another two or three chapters. Happy reading.

Chapter 9-Dean Winchester your infuriating

Dean could feel the anger building inside of him, he didn't feel pain or sadness he felt nothing he was numb except for the anger. He closed his trunk with his shotgun loaded in his right hand and a revolver in his waistband. He turned around and started to walk towards the cabin, McLaughlin was going to pay for what he did to his brother.

John brought his truck to a screeching halt Mike jumped out and ran to the younger man, Dean started to run but Mike wasn't going to let him go in there and commit suicide. He ran faster and tackled Dean.

"You stupid son of a bitch, do you ever think before you do anything?" He yelled holding Dean down.

"What's the point? Sam's dead." He yelled back he wanted to die.

"Maybe if you waited for the phone call to be over maybe you would have heard he isn't dead. You dumb fuck." He was bringing in deep breaths his hands where shaking there wasn't anyone more infuriating than Dean.

"You said he was dead." The hope came back into his eyes.

"No, I have more than one client in prison." Dean laughed, it was a strange laugh and he wasn't sure what he was laughing about but everything was better.

"Dean Winchester you are the most infuriating man I have ever met." He laughed and helped Dean up.

"I don't understand you said Sammy's name."

"Yeah it was the same fight, but he didn't die." Mike reassured again.

Sam woke-up in the infirmary a doctor was suturing his shoulder. His head was pounding and his shoulder felt numb. He could hear the most annoying beeping sound he wished someone would shut the damn thing off.

He moaned the doctor looked-up "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Sam moved his head and squinted at the lights he moaned again at the lights. "Can you turn the lights off?" He moved his hand to cover his eyes but something stopped it, he tried again than realized he was handcuffed to the bed.

"He has light sensitivity." The doctor said not looking up from his work. The nurse switched the light above his bed off.

"What are you doing to my shoulder?"

"You ripped out all of your stitches and tore the wound open, twelve new stitches." He finished than put a new bandage on, the doctor with the nurse's help, lifted Sam up gently and attached a new sling on. Sam felt a pain in his stomach and side and let-out a small scream, than they gently brought him down.

The doctor shone a pen light into Sam's eyes, one at a time "Calm down Sam, I know it hurts but you have to let me examine you." The doctor proceeded to ask numerous simple questions than determined that Sam's concussion wasn't serious.

Sam turned around and saw Robert opening his eyes. "Hey"

"Hey, I'm not going to call you cupcake anymore, how about Tigre?"

Sam smiled anything would be better than cupcake.

"Shut-up, neither one of you is allowed to talk. Your both are in big trouble." One of the guards warned them.

The doctor got-up to leave "Wait, what is that sound? It's giving me a headache can you turn it off?"

The doctor turned around and gave him a strange look "That sound is your heart we will be monitoring you today and tomorrow." The doctor said flatly.

"What? Why are you monitoring my heart? What's wrong with me?" Sam started to panic the beep sound increased.

"Calm down, one of the guards used a stun gun on you and it can affect your heart, its normal procedure." Sam accepted the answer and calmed down.

After a while he fell asleep and was woken-up by the warden. "I am going to address both of you, what you did was stupid…"

"What we didn't do any thing." Sam cut him off the warden gave him an exasperated look.

"You didn't do anything? You started a huge fight. I know you are new here, but you knew the rules, both of you do." He turned his head towards Robert.

"We didn't start the fight." Sam defended.

"That's not what I hear everyone I spoke to said you started it." He paused waiting to see if Sam dares to challenge him. "What you have nothing to say. The way I hear it you approached Morgan and you" He pointed to Sam "Challenged him."

"That's pretty stupid especially with a guy like Morgan. He would have eaten you alive…"

"I never started anything, he wanted to…." Sam's heart rate shot-up and the doctor came in

"Even the guards said you started it." The warden ignored the increasing beeping.

"That's enough warden we need to keep his heart rate down." The doctor commanded.

"I am taking all of your privileges away, no TV, no going outside, no phone calls, no visitors, and your going into isolations for two weeks. That goes for you too Robert but your isolation will be for a month." The warden roared.

"Warden you need to stop…" The doctor shouted.

"What about Morgan? What's his punishment?" Sam yelled back he never felt so angry, not even when he got into it with his father.

"Morgan is dead Robert killed him." The warden snapped back Sam looked at Robert who was smiling "So is your friend Donny, and another prison." He walked closer to Sam "I have three injured guards and including you two troublemakers I also have seven injured prisoners."

He looked into Sam's eyes "You think I don't know who you are? I know you, I see people like you come in and out of here all the time. You live and breathe violence and you know nothing but violence." Sam swallowed hard the warden didn't know how right he was "You will never know anything but violence. Let's add janitorial duties for the rest of the year to your laundry list."

Than the warden turned around to address Robert closing the curtain behind him.

Despite the bad news of Donny's death Sam couldn't fight the urge to fall asleep.

Sam woke-up in an empty infirmary he looked around wondering where everyone was. He moved his left arm without pain and realized it wasn't in a sling anymore. He looked himself over and saw that he was bleeding in the abdomen he started to panic.

A nurse came in and placed a hand on his shoulder. She was wearing a very short uniform that barely covered her butt with white fish net stockings. The uniform was very low cut and Sam couldn't help but think Dean would love to be taken care of by this nurse.

She spoke to him "Shhh!! Don't worry the doctor will be in soon."

"What's wrong with me? Why am I bleeding?" Sam questioned nervously he didn't need more injuries.

"You've been shot Sam but don't worry Dr. Feelgood will be right with you." She said absently, licking her lips obviously thinking of the 'good doctor'.

Sam became annoyed with her "Dr. Feelgood? I am being taken care of by Dr. Feelgood?"

Just when Sam thought it couldn't get any worse a tall man in a Metallica t-shirt and jeans walked in and belched, he took a closer look and saw it was his brother "Dean? What the hell are you doing here?" He half-shouted half-demanded.

Dean belched again "Dude I'm your doctor." Sam's eyes widened and before he could protest his brother was securing restraints, making sure his little brother wasn't going anywhere.

"What? You're not doing anything to me." He began to pull at his restraints

"Calm down Sammy or I will have to sedate you." He said calmly as he pulled out a syringe with a two inch needle.

"Oh yeah I'm calm just point that thing somewhere else." He eyed his brother nervously.

"Good, let's proceed." He cleared his throat and the nurse wheeled a small table to the 'good doctor' and he smiled "You know I have been in a lot of hospitals, and I do mean a lot, but man I have never been taken care of by a nurse with your…" he whistled "surgical skills"

They both smiled and moved closer "I have a lot of skills would you like me to show you some of them."

"Oh don't mind me while I bleed to death." Sam said sarcastically.

Dean turned around wearing a leather apron and leather gloves. "Scalpel."

The nurse complied and Dean brought the scalpel to Sam's body "Wait don't you need to use an anaesthetic?"

"No, now shut-up you're ruining my concentration you don't want me to take your liver out do you?" Sam shut-up and scrunched his face and closed his eyes awaiting the pain.

"All done." Dean said with a cheerful voice and Sam opened his eyes to see his torso was cut open. "Alright where is that lil' bastard." Dean put both his hands into Sam's body and pulled out a bullet.

"There it is." Dean said with a smile.

"Oh my god you actually did it." Sam said shocked.

"Did you ever doubt I would?" Than as if the bullet had a life of it's own it jumped out of Dean's hand and back into Sam's body. "Slippery lil' bastard."

"What are you doing?" Sam could feel his heart pounding as his older brother started to remove all of his organs "Wait I need my liver." Sam yelped.

Dean started to throw all of Sam's organs out of his body. He stopped when he finally found the bullet "There it is." Dean announced proudly showing it to Sam than he dropped it into a jar.

"Dean, I have no organs." Sam yelled.

"Oops." Dean laughed "You know it's not good when the doctor says oops." Than he laughed again but stop when he saw his brother's face "Don't worry I have a replacement."

He turned to the nurse than back to Sam holding a very large lock box. Dean placed it inside of Sam and sutured Sam up with floor boards. "There you go, right as rain." Dean said proudly.

"Wow I feel better."

"Of course I'm Dr. Feelgood." Dean said with a smile.

"Wait I have a huge headache, can you fix that?" He said as he scrunched his face.

"Oh sorry I don't do freak brains, you'll have to see Dr. Badass for that." Dean said in his doctor voice.

"Oh god." Than Dr. Badass walked in and belched "Oh god." Sam yelled when he saw it was his father.

John suited-up in the same leather apron and gloves as his oldest son than pulled out a chain saw. "Okay son this might hurt a little." He covered his face with a welder's mask than quickly flipped it up again "Oh I forgot to tell you I have no idea what I am doing." He revealed with a huge smile.

"Sam what are you doing?" Sam turned his head to the voice it was Chris Green "I thought you where going to help me?" The room started to fill with ice freezing everyone as it approached them. The ice started to move towards Sam.

"I thought you where going to help me, you must find it, bring him down." The ice started to cover Sam, he began to shiver and panic. Chris moved closer to Sam "Go upstairs Sam, what are you waiting for go upstairs." He yelled at Sam.

Sam woke-up with a start he was shivering "His temperature is ninety-two point five degrees doctor it's gone down two degrees in five minutes."

"What the hell is going on?" Mike yelled at the doctor from the other side of Sam's bed.

"Mike…" Sam said shakily his skin was pale and his lips where blue "G-g-go up-up-stairs."

"Hey he's awake, calm down Sam." Mike soothed Sam.

"Doctor his temperature is going up."

"Mike, go upstairs."

Dean walked into motel room surprised to see Mike sitting on Sam's bed. "Who the hell are you?" Mike asked bluntly.

The younger man was taken aback by the question and remained silent "I asked you a question who the hell are you?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Dean had an idea Mike knew the truth about the Winchesters.

"I went to see Sam, he was sleeping he started to suffer from hyperthermia. How the hell does someone suffer from hyperthermia in a room that is kept at seventy degrees? What the hell does he mean by go upstairs?" He kept his voice calm and low but Dean could tell Mike was at the end of his rope.

Dean walked to his bed and sat down he looked into Mike's eyes "Alright I will tell you the truth but my dad doesn't know so…keep it between us." Mike nodded.

"Sam is psychic." He paused to get a response from the older man than continued when he saw Mike was still with him. "He had dreams, last year, about his girlfriend dying, and she did, exactly the way Sam saw it. Since than Sam's been having dreams, visions, feelings, whatever."

Mike nodded "So, Sam had a vision…about what?" Still not making the connection between Chris and what he saw at the prison.

"Mike, Chris is dead."

"Son of a bitch." He rubbed his face with his hands.

"Sam had some kind of vision about his death, that's what we are doing here we are looking into his death."

"Alright, is there anything else I need to know?" He braced himself for the worse.

"Uh well do you have a few days? Our family is loaded with secrets." They laughed.

"So, is he okay?" Mike nodded "Sam said go upstairs?" Dean probed.

"Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, the farmhouse, bring your jacket."

Five years ago

Chris bent down and placed a large lock box into the floor board "There we go." He turned towards his wife seeing a blank stare he tried to reassure her "Don't worry no one will find it here." Than he smiled at her.

"I don't know Chris in here." She said rubbing her arms trying to rid herself of the shakes.

"That's the beauty of leaving it here no one will ever think of looking here." He replaced the flooring than placed the rug over it.

He stood-up and said "It will all be over soon I promise." He smiled than kissed his wife.

"What the hell…" Dean said as he looked at the farmhouse from the driver's seat.

They both got out of the Impala their eyes never leaving the house. The house and the plants that ran around it where frozen solid. They walked towards the house, up the creaky steps, than to the door, the door knob had icicles hanging from it.

"What is going on?" Mike had never seen anything like this before and he was completely dumbfounded.

"Well, I am taking a guess here, but I think Chris froze to death. When someone dies a violent death their spirit can sometimes stay behind taking on the power of their death. Like when someone is frozen to death they can freeze things." Dean turned to Mike who was just realizing how much shit they really where in.

They entered the house and went upstairs, searching each every room. Mike was freaked out by all the furniture that was in the exact same spot they where five year prior.

"Hey Mike in here." Dean shouted and Mike ran into the baby's nursery. Dean had removed the rug and was tapping his knuckles on the floor he looked-up at him "Its hollow." Than he smiled, they removed the flooring and found the lock box.

Dean picked the lock fairly easily lifting the lid he found manila envelopes he handed them to Mike. "What is this?"

Mike looked it over than lifted his head "Its evidence."