Dean climbed out of the Impala and crossed over the parking lot. He sighed to himself as he headed towards their latest motel room, a slightly apprehensive feeling in knowing that Tori wouldn't have been expecting either of them back for at least a couple of hours, but he and Sam had come to the conclusion that one of them needed to check on her. After her outburst with Sam, just two days ago, they'd barely let her out of their sight, afraid that she was going to do something stupid. But she'd finally convinced them that she was getting better again, and that she just needed some space on her own for a while. They'd respected that, and they'd trusted her, heading off to the library for a while to look for a new job, but something hadn't felt right, with either him or Sam. He'd wanted to bring it up, thought over how to say he was worried about her for at least twenty minutes before Sam finally beat him to it and said it himself. So, Dean had left Sam there and driven back to the room, getting the growing feeling that something just wasn't quite right. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, heading inside. "Hey, Tori, I-" Dean came to a stop in the doorway, the same way that Tori had done when she'd seen him. Frozen halfway through pulling on her leather jacket. Her hair was done, make up on her face, it gave him the impression she hadn't just been heading to the store. "You going somewhere, Tori?" He pressed, closing the door behind myself and taking a step closer to her.

Tori sighed, her gaze fixed on the floor. He could see it in her face, she knew that she was busted. "Look, I just, I need some space, okay, to clear my head." She said slowly, glancing up at him for a second, unable to hold his gaze. "I'm not gonna do anything stupid."

"Huh," Dean looked her up and down slowly. She looked desperate, he knew where she was heading, and it wasn't good. "I'm sorry, Tori." He said simply. "I can't let you go out alone, not in that state."

"Dean, I'm fine. I'm over it." She tried to argue, her voice not sounding nearly as confident as she wanted. "I just need some fresh air, away from this room."

Dean shook his head at her, not buying it for a second. "You're far from over it, Tori." He sighed, softening his voice a little. "I know it's getting hard now, but you have to listen to me, you're not in your right mind here."

She turned to him at that, a defensive frown on her face, looking more like the girl she'd been when they'd met than the one that they'd come to know. "You can't keep me here, Dean." She said, her tone low.

Dean sighed and took another step towards her, towering over her small frame and blocking any path she had to the door. "Actually, I can." He answered simply.

Tori could feel the anger and frustration slowly rising up inside of herself, her emotions were all over the place and she knew it, she didn't know up from down anymore. She wasn't stable. "Alright, you know what, fuck you." She muttered, making a move to pass him. Dean simply took a step back, now leaning against the door with his palm covering the handle. "This is my life, Dean," She said darkly. "Not yours. Just let me go."

All Dean could do at that point was shake his head. "This isn't what you want, Tori. You know that. Deep down, you know this isn't right, you wanna quit, remember?" He sighed, looking her in the eyes, trying to get though to her. "Just think about what you're doing for a minute, please."

"I swear to god, Dean, if you don't move out of my way, I will knock you out myself." Dean narrowed his eyes, he didn't doubt for a second that she could, and she looked serious about doing it. But he wasn't letting her leave.

"Fine," He raised his eyebrows, looking down at her seriously. "You wanna do this the hard way?" He grabbed her around the arm before she had a chance to say anything and dragged her across the room to the bathroom, pushing her inside and slamming the door closed behind her, locking it from the outside.

Tori stumbled into the bathroom at the force of Dean's push, turning as the door was slammed behind her, banging on it with one of her hands while tugging the handle desperately with the other. "Dean, what the hell?!" She yelled, kicking the door. "Let me out!"

"You're staying in there until you've calmed down." He called through the door. "Tori, you don't really want them, you're out of control. Just, sit down and take a breath and think about what you're doing."

"Dean, please." Her voice softened, the banging stopping, but he still didn't answer. "Please, open the door, let's just talk about this."

Dean closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door. "I tried talking to you, you wouldn't have it."

He heard her slide down the other side of the door until she was sitting on the floor, a choked sob escaping her. "Why are you doing this to me?" It came out in a broken voice. He wasn't even sure whether or not she'd said it to him, or that she was aware of what she was saying. He didn't understand how she felt, he didn't know what it was like to go through what she was going through, and it hurt him to see her in such pain, but he couldn't let her give in.

"I'm doing this for you, Vic." He answered, his voice soft. "I know you can't see it now, but this is what you need. I can't let you go out and risk you taking something, you can't handle much more of them, and I'm not just gonna stand by and watch you kill yourself."

Dean sighed in pure relief as the motel door opened, Sam walking inside casually, frowning slightly as he saw him, making his way to the bathroom door. "What's going on?" He pressed quietly.

Dean shook his head. "She wanted to leave, I didn't have a choice, Sam." He muttered, low enough that she wouldn't hear him. "There was only one place she was planning to go and it wasn't good."

"Look, Dean, maybe you should go a little easier on her." Sam answered, his voice soft. "I mean, I don't imagine that giving up drugs like that is easy, neither of us know how bad it is. Locking her up probably doesn't help."

"No," Dean argued, his tone hard. "She needs someone to put her straight, Sam, and if she resents me for being hard on her, that's fine." He shrugged. "But at least she'll be alive to do it."

"Yeah, but locking her inside a bathroom?" He raised an eyebrow, not looking convinced.

"Sam, what the hell else was I supposed to do? Huh?" Dean countered. "I mean, she's sitting in a cheap motel room practically all day, everyday, knowing full well that she's a street away from a bunch of shady bars. That sure isn't helping matters."

Sam shook his head slowly, thinking it over. "How about we take her to Bobby's?" He suggested. "I mean, I bet you he knows what do to in a situation like this better than we do, right?"

Dean nodded. "That's not a bad idea, you know." He said quietly. "You go talk to her, I'll call Bobby."

Sam watched him cross the room and pull out his phone, dialing a number and holding the phone to his ear. "Tori?" He pressed, knocking lightly on the door. "It's Sam, I'm coming in, alright?" He pushed open the door to find her sitting on the floor, leaning up against the bath. Her pale face was damp with sweat and tears, black make up streaked down her cheeks. She seemed slightly out of breath, holding back her tears. "Listen," He said gently as he crouched down beside her, looking over her carefully. "We're gonna take you to stay with our uncle for a few days, okay?" She opened her mouth, looking like she was going to argue, but Sam carried on before she had the chance. "We're gonna be right there with you, I promise. Just, a change of scene, away from al the motel rooms, might do you good."

Tori shook her head. "I can't, Sam." She whispered, her voice cracking.

"Hey, one day at a time, remember?" He said calmly, pulling her up with him. "You're doing good, you just need to keep at it. You can't quit now." Dean appeared in the doorway, looking between them slowly, Sam glancing up at him and shooting him a look, a concerned frown on his face, looking like he needed help convincing her.

Dean let out an exasperated sigh, taking a step closer to her. "Tori, listen to me," He raised a hand to his forehead, trying to think of something useful to say, noticing her involuntarily flinch backwards as he did. It took him a few seconds before he realised what had happened. She'd flinched away from him in fear that he was going to hit her, and that sent a horrid feeling to the pit of his stomach. He didn't want her to be afraid of him, he didn't want to be the guy who reminded her of the abuse she'd taken throughout her life. He was her brother, the one that was supposed to protect her, who was supposed to make it better, not yell at her and make her feel worse about herself than she already did. "You know I'd never lay a hand on you, right?" He pressed slowly, his voice quiet. "Sammy either."

Tori glanced behind her at Sam, he looked horrified that she could even think they'd hit her. She hadn't meant to do it, her head just seemed to mixed up and so screwed that she didn't know what was happening anymore. "No, I know." She shook her head. "Just, force of habit, I guess." She muttered.

"Okay," Dean said calmly. "I want you to listen to me. You're coming with us, and that's not up for negotiation. And, you know, as for the drugs, Tori, only you can decide that, short of tying you up, we can't stop you from taking them.. But if you don't stop, it's going to end up killing you, you hear me?"

"Yeah," She said quietly. "I hear you."

Dean sighed sharing a short look with Sam, seeing the amount of fear and concern over her in his eyes. And realistically, neither of them knew how to make her better, they didn't know how to beat it, and they didn't know how to make her stop. All they could do was take it one day at a time and hope that she managed to kick it, and quick, because he wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.