Chapter 11 - Sam, Interrupted

Addison uncomfortably shifts as Dr. Fuller flips through the files they had handed over to the man. She was sitting in between Dean and Sam. On the outside she was calm and collected. On the inside, however, Addison was seething. "You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago," Fuller asks, looking between the trio.

"That's right," Dean says.

"Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?"

"I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I - I think the doc was in over his head with this one. Cause my brother is..." Dean trails off. He motions to Sam while making a circle with his finger at the side of his head.

"Okay, fine, thank you. That's really not necessary," Fuller tells Dean while picking up a note pad. He turns to Sam. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?"

Sam sighs. "I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess."

"Okay. Any idea why?"

"Probably because I started the apocalypse."

"The apocalypse?"

"Yeah, that's right.

Fuller glances at Dean. "And you think you started it?"

"Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, who was possessing Carrie," Sam explains, nodding at Addison. "And I accidentally freed Lucifer from Hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him."

"Who is?"

"Me. And them. And this one angel."

"Oh, you mean, like a - like an angel on your shoulder."

"No. His name's Castiel. He wears a trench coat."

"See what I mean, Doc," Dean says. "The kid's been beating himself up about this months."

"It's true," Addison comments. "It's getting annoying."

"The apocalypse wasn't his fault," Dean finishes.

Fuller stares at Dean. "It's not?"

"No. There was this other demon. Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff. My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?"

"Yeah," Addison agrees. "Cause we have stop the apocalypse. I mean, I really want to stop the apocalypse since Lucifer wants to kill me. My guess is because the Da Vinci Code is real. Yep. Jesus boned Mary Magdalene and bam, two thousand years later, here I am."

Fuller stares at them, stunned. He picks up his phone and presses a button. "Irma, cancel my lunch."

Addison crosses her arms as she survey's the lounge area of the patients' ward. Everyone, including herself and Dean, were wearing the standard issue blue pants and white shirts with blue bathrobes and slippers. "How was your silkwood shower," Dean asks and Addison turns around to see Sam. He had the same look that Dean did after the physical exam.

"Okay. Yeah, good," Sam awkwardly says. "Yeah, good, um - good water pressure. Did the nurse..."

"She was very thorough."

Addison smiles. "You know if you two live long enough that becomes a yearly thing. They're all 'bend over and think of England.'" Two unamused looks are sent her way. "Hey, you two idiots talked me into doing this. We are in the crazy house filled with crazy people and a crazy hunter."

"Ads, it's the least we could do," Sam replies. "Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter."

"Was," Dean corrects. "Until Albuquerque."

"Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all."

"Better than what?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," Addison coughs.

Sam lets out a breath. "Look...um...last few weeks, you've both kind of been worrying me."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head shrink me."

"Dean—"

"Ellen and Jo dying - yeah, it was a fucking tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it."

"Dean, you always do this. You can't just keep this crap in."

Dean humorlessly chuckles. "Watch me." He looks around the room before motioning over to a table. "Oh, there he is."

Dean walks away, leaving Sam and Addison standing there. Addison shakes her head. "Sam, don't," she quietly says. "Just don't."

Sam sighs and follows Addison and Dean over to where Martin was sitting. He was in his early fifties and looked like he had seen better days. Sam clears his throat and Martin turns around. "Sam, Dean, Addison, wow," he greets, standing up. "Wow, you boys got big. You look good."

"Thanks. You do too, Martin," Sam replies.

"Uh, well, thanks for coming." Martin motions for them to sit down at the table and they pull up chairs. "In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back...but, well...now..."

"What do you think it is that we're hunting?"

"I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral. Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong."

"So, you've seen this thing?"

Martin shakes his head. "Has anyone seen this thing," Dean questions.

"Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on."

"Are they reliable?"

"Oh, sure, why wouldn't they be?"

Addison pointedly looks around the lounge. "Oh, I don't know."

"I know you three think I'm a bag of loose screws. Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have called you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut."

The boys exchange a look. "We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack," Dean asks.

"Well, uh, no," Martin confesses. "I don't go around dead b-b-bodies anymore."

"Alex, Eddie, Carrie." The trio turns around to see Fuller standing there. "Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please. Right this way." They all stand up and start to towards the group room until Fuller stops Dean and Addison. "Actually, I'm gonna be putting you two in different groups."

Dean and Addison exchange confused looks. "What? Why," Dean asks.

"Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that the three of you have seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you all good."

Addison watches as Sam and Martin walk away with Fuller. She turns to Dean and he stares back at her. "Checkers?"

Addison tosses the paper towel into the trash and walks out of the bathroom. She jumps seeing a woman leaning next to door. She wore a figure hugging black dress under her lab coat. Her red hair was pulled into a high ponytail and light brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses. "You must be Carrie," she greets in an English accent. "I'm Dr. Juliet Montgomery."

"Do all shrinks wait outside a bathroom for their patients," Addison asks, walking down the hallway.

"Normally, no. But I have never been one to go for normal. According to the file that Dr. Fuller gave me, you're a schizophrenic with religious psychosis. How about we start with something easy. Tell me about your mother."

"There's nothing to talk about. She died when I was a baby."

"How?"

"Car accident."

"I think you know much more about her death then you're letting on, Carrie."

Addison stops and turns to Dr. Montgomery. "Aren't you a little young to be a shrink?"

"I'm sure the cosmetic companies that make all the anti-aging creams I use will be happy to hear that. What did you know about your mother?"

"Nothing. My dad never talked about her."

"Why do you think that your father never talked about her?"

"I'm done with this," Addison snaps and walks off.

"I'll come find you later," Montgomery calls.

Addison lets out relived breath when she finds Dean walking with a group of patients down a hallway towards a group therapy room. "This places blows," she quietly says.

"Dean, Ads, hey." They turn and Sam frowns at the unhappy looks on their faces. "You guys okay?"

"I just got thraped," Dean replies. "So, no, I am not okay."

"Ditto," Addison mutters. "Just...tell us you found something during your group torture session."

"Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour," Sam tells them.

"Yeah, sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get done. This place give me the creeps," Dean replies.

Dean turns around and jumps when he sees a blonde woman. The woman grabs the back of his head and pulls him into a kiss. Addison and Sam exchange a look. "Hi," the woman greets.

"Hi."

"I'm Wendy."

"Uh huh." Wendy walks past them, smacking Dean on the ass as she passes. Dean smirks. "Maybe this place isn't so bad after all."

"Dean, you can not sleep with her," Addison says.

"You take away all my fun, Addison."

Addison frowns as she looks at the body on the table. They hadn't managed to talk to him about the monster before the man had committed suicide. "Hey, I think I found something," Sam says and Dean and Addison join him by the man's head.

"What do you got," Dean asks. Sam turns the head and reveals two holes behind both of the ears.

"Right here. Uh, give me a hand." Dean holds the head still while Sam grabs a extra long q-tip from a tray and pushes in. "This hole goes all the way through to his brain."

"What does that mean?"

Addison spots a bone saw and picks it up. "Let's find out."

Dean stares. "Seriously?"

"You should probably go keep watch." Dean stands there for a moment, then walks out of the morgue. Addison turns on the saw and starts cutting off the top of the head. She turns off the saw and gently removes the top of the skull. Addison moves to the side and allows Sam to pull out the man's brain. Instead of a norman healthy brain, it was small and black.

The door opens and Dean slips in. "Hey."

Sam holds up the brain. "Look, his brain's been sucked dry."

"That's fascinating. Somebody's coming."

The trio quickly cleans up the morgue. Sam tosses his gloves into a garbage can seconds before a nurse walks in. "What are you three doing in here?"

Addison turns to Sam, who turns to Dean. Dean shrugs and pulls down his pants. He holds his arms over his head. "Pudding," he exclaims.

The nurse laughs. "Alright, come on, you three."

Dean grins and pulls his pants back up. At the door, he looks at Sam and Addison. "Crazy works," he mouths. Addison sighs and follows him out of the morgue with Sam and the nurse behind her.

Once they're back in the lounge area, they find Martin looking at some clown paintings on the walls. "Are those original Gacy's," Dean asks, laughing.

"I painted those," Martin defends.

"Look, guys, can we get back on track here," Addison pointedly asks. "Because whatever this thing is—"

"It's good," Dean comments, motioning to the paintings.

"It Slurpees your brain," Sam continues. "Sucks you dry."

"And it makes the deaths look like suicides," Addison finishes. "Any ideas?"

"Yeah. A bad one," Martin replies, walking away. They follow him over to a table and he picks up a small journal. He flips through it to a drawing of a creature with sagging and decaying skin.

"What is it," Dean questions.

"Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against...a wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice."

"You ever tangle with one before," Sam asks.

"Never. Never wanted to neither."

"How do we kill it," Addison asks.

"Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is they can pass as humans. It could be any Peter, Paul, and Mary in the joint."

Dean nods. "Fantastic. So, how do we find it?"

"A mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror."

"Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member."

"Okay. Yeah. But - I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital," Sam asks.

"It's a mental hospital. A victim buffet," Addison replies.

"Sure. Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground," Martin agrees.

A throat clears and Addison looks up to find Dr. Montgomery standing in front of her. She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to back to the mirror hanging in the corner that allowed people to look down the hallway. "What are you doing," Montgomery asks, sitting down next to Addison.

"People watching," Addison snaps.

"Do you people watch often?" Addison steadfastly stares at the mirror. "Okay. Let's talk about your mother."

"Why do you care so much about my mom? I never met the woman. She died in a car accident three months after I was born."

"Except that's a lie."

"Excuse me?"

"If it was a car accident, you wouldn't be so defensive about it. You know a lot more than you're letting on. Carrie, you can tell me the truth. Nothing you say will surprise me."

Addison sighs. "My mom made a deal with a crossroads demon. She died because her time was up."

"Why did she make the deal?"

"She had a really shitty childhood. Her dad beat her and her mom didn't do anything."

"But there was something more, wasn't there? Millions of people have abusive childhoods, but not all of them go out and make a deal with a crossroads demon."

"They do if they're trying to protect someone." Addison spots Dean in the mirror and stands up. She walks off without a backwards glance.

"All right," Sam says, walking up to where Dean, Addison, and Martin were waiting in the hallway. "I had to raid three nurses' stations to get these. They're only silver plated, but they should work."

"Better than nothing," Addison replies as he hands each of them a letter opener.

"Oh, no, no, no," Dean says and the group turns to find Wendy walking towards them. "Not today, sweetheart. Come on, keep walking. I..." Dean trails off when Wendy walks past him and pushes Sam against the wall. She leans up and kisses Sam.

Wendy pulls back. "I want him now," she announces, turning to Dean. "He's larger."

The four of them watch as Wendy walks away. "Hmm," Dean says, shrugging. He looks at Sam. "You've had worse."

"Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out," Sam tells them. "All four of us."

"What? No," Martin replies.

"Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss man's throat, okay? It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the back up," Dean argues.

Martin shakes his head and starts down the hallway. "Oh, I can't. I can't."

"Martin, we know about what happened in Albuquerque," Addison says.

Martin stops and turns back to them. "You don't know the half of it. God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible and then...well, I found out I'm not."

"But you're still a hunter."

"No. I'm not. I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you three, I would. But I - I can't. I'm sorry. I can't," Martin tells them then walks away.

Fuller wasn't the wraith. Martin had been the one to tell Dean and Addison after Sam had been locked up for attacking Fuller. Dean gets the door unlocked and they slip into Sam's room to find him sitting on his bed and staring at the wall. "You okay," Dean asks as Addison shuts the door.

"No. No, I'm not okay," Sam dazedly replies. "I - I am...awesome."

"They give you something?"

"Oh, yeah. They gave me...everything. It's...spectacular."

"You always were a happy drunk."

Sam grabs Addison's arm and tugs her down onto the bed. "Addison...the doctor...wasn't a wraith."

"Yeah, we know," Addison replies, sympathetically patting Sam's arm.

"I don't understand it. I mean, I saw it in the mirror. It wasn't human," Dean comments.

"Or you're seeing things," Sam argues. "Maybe - maybe you're going crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

"Well...come on. I mean, you've been at least...half crazy for a long time and since you got back from Hell or since before that even. I mean, we're in a - we're in a mental hospital. Maybe - maybe you finally cracked! You know, maybe now you are really...for real...crazy."

Dean shakes his head. "I made a mistake, that's all. We'll find the thing."

"Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know." Sam motions for Dean to come closer and with an eye roll, Dean does. Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "It's okay. Hey, hey. Look at me. It's okay...because you're my brother...and I still love ya." Sam pokes Dean's nose. "Bop!"

Addison snorts and stands up. She pats the top of Sam's head. "You hang out here, Dopey. We'll find and deal with the wraith."

Dean walks out of the room and Addison quickly follows him. "Let's split up. Meet in the lounge later," he says.

Addison nods and turns to walk away only to find Wendy standing there. The woman pushes Addison against the wall and kisses her. Addison awkwardly kisses back until Wendy pulls back. "I like you now," she says. "You're softer."

"Thanks...I guess," Addison replies. She lets out a breath when Wendy walks away. She looks over at Dean and finds him leering. "No."

"C'mon, Ads. It's just a little fun," Dean says. Addison just stares at him. He groans. "You take away all my fun."

"Your mum made a deal to protect someone." Addison spins around to find Montgomery standing behind her. She sighs and turns her attention back to where an orderly was talking with a couple of nurses. "But it was not you or father. She didn't have any siblings, otherwise you would have grown up knowing about them. Same thing with any aunts or uncles. Which leaves a child. Your older brother or sister."

"That's a good theory," Addison mutters.

"Thank you. But what has changed? You've had years to deal with the death of a woman you didn't know. Why is that for the first time in your life you've been thinking almost non-stop about me?" It feels as if a bucket of ice water was poured over her. Addison slowly turns around to find Montgomery smirking. Her eyes were black. Montgomery's eyes go back to normal. "So, why are you thinking about me? Does it have to do with that note Crowley left? You know, just between us, he is very wicked."

Addison takes off down the hallway. This wasn't right. It couldn't be. She needed to find the boys. The lounge. That's where she and Dean had agreed to meet. She had no idea where Sam was. Addison enters the lounge and is greeted with a fist to her face. She hits the floor and blinks as Sam is dragged away by a group of orderlies.

A hand touches her shoulder and Addison turns to see the overly cheery nurse that had her vitals during the admission process. "Let's get you checked out," she says, leading Addison out of the lounge.

Dean stares as Addison picks the lock to Martin's room. A splint was on her nose. The lock clicks and Addison grabs his arm before dragging him into the room. Addison closes the door and Martin jumps up, holding out a knife. "Martin," Dean whispers, standing next to the sleeping ex-hunter's bed. "Martin, it's us. It's Dean and Addison."

"Oh, sorry," Martin replies, lowering his arm. Martin looks between the two of them. "You - you two look like hell."

"Feel like it too."

"Where's Sam?"

"Lockdown! He went crazy! Thank God."

"And he broke my nose," Addison informs. "But I think it was an accident. We're all going crazy. We're seeing things, hearing things. We both are."

"Crazy is the clue," Dean finishes.

"What do you mean?"

Dean stares off to the side. Addison flicks his ear and he jumps. "Crazy is the clue," Dean repeats.

"You said that. What?"

"Everything that we've seen and done," Addison begins. "There was always the chance we'd end up bat shit insane one day. But all of us going freaking out on the same day? It's gotta be—"

"The monster," Martin reasons.

Dean jumps and looks around the room. "What? Where? Where?"

"No - it's not - there's nothing there."

Dean grabs Addison's wrist. "Okay. What if this thing doesn't just feed on the insane," he questions. "What if it makes people insane? Is it possible? Does that seem real?"

"Well, I'm not the most reliable source on what is real, but it sounds - it makes sense."

"So, we all get infected somehow," Addison says. "The wraith it—"

"It poisoned us," Dean says. "Yeah. Maybe with venom, you know? By - by touch or - or venom or saliva. Wendy."

"Wendy," Martin repeats.

"Wendy. Wendy slobbered all over all of us! That's how we got infected!" Dean tugs Addison out of the room and Martin follows them.

Addison frowns at the way Dean walks. "What - what are you doing?"

Dean looks up at her. "I can't step on the cracks."

"Oh."

A scream fills the hallway and they run. Dean kicks open the door and the rush in. Wendy was laying on the bed. Her arm was hanging off with deep cut around her wrist. And sitting on the bed next to her was the overly cheery nurse, who had her hand on Wendy's head.

"Is this real," Dean questions, tightening his grip on Addison's wrist.

The nurse pulls her hand back and a long sharp bone was sticking out of her wrist. Addison's gaze widens when the wraith licks the bone before it disappears back into her skin. "Oh, it is, Sugar. It's very real."

The wraith tosses Dean and Addison into opposite walls. Martin swipes at the wraith, but she throws him out of the room. Addison pushes herself up. Everything was hazy and blurry. She sees the wraith punching Dean. Her vision gets worse when she stands up. The door slams shut and Addison sees Martin kneeling by Wendy's bed. "She's still alive," Martin informs them.

Addison makes her way over to Dean and he blinks up at her. She grabs his arm and tugs him up. "You okay?"

"You guys gotta get out there and kill that thing," Martin says. "I'll take care of her."

Dean shakes his head. "I can't."

"You have to. You have no choice." The door opens and a couple of orderlies enter. They grab Martin and he fights back. "Go. Run! Run!"

Addison pulls him out of the room and they stumble down the hallway. She places a hand his shoulder. "Dean, come on. I know you can do this," she softly says. Dean blinks and looks around, then stands up. Addison follows him. They were both still dazed when they enter Sam's room.

The wraith was kneeling on the bed next to Sam with her skewer by his head. "You get away from him," Dean demands.

The wraith stands up. "Do you really think this gonna end well for you, kiddo?"

"No." Dean pulls out the letter opener from earlier. "But I'm crazy, so what the hell?"

The wraith's skewer disappears and Dean swings the letter opener at her. The wraith slams him into the wall and wraps a hand around his throat. She raises her arm, skewer extending. Dean grabs her arm and tries to keep it away from his head. He reaches up and breaks off the skewer just as Addison shoves her own letter opener into the wraith's back. Addison backs up and Dean shoves the wraith off.

"You guys still crazy," Sam asks.

"Not any more than usual," Dean replies, undoing the straps around Sam's wrists.

"Can we just get the hell out of here," Addison asks, standing by the door. An alarm goes off and she lets out a frustrated sigh.

"I take it back," Dean pants as he and Addison lay in the backseat of the Impala. "You do not take away all my fun." Addison rolls her eyes as she moves closer to him. His hand lightly trails up and down her back. "How's your nose?"

"I'll be fine. But it would be nice if Sam would stop saying that he was sorry," Addison replies, lightly touching her nose.

"Yeah, well, it's Sam. What do you expect him to do?" Addison shrugs, moving her gaze to the Impala's ceiling. Dean frowns. She had been more quiet ever since they left the mental hospital and it was causing him to worry. "Hey, everything okay?"

Addison shoots him a smile. "I'm fine, Dean." She leans up and softly kisses him. He wraps an arm around her shoulders as she rests her head on his chest. A silence settles over them while they try to put the events behind them.