A/N: I have to say, I went back and reread this story to make sure I have it going in the direction I want it to go. I never planned for it to be this long, but what can I say, it has a mind of its own. Thanks to all you who have stayed with me this long. I hope you enjoy this chapter. D

12.

"Shhhhh." A female voice pulled him back to reality. His eyes worked themselves open to see a blonde woman leaning over him. Something cool was being pressed against his forehead. Dean could feel his heart racing in his chest. It took some effort, but he was able to focus on her face. "It's all right. It was only a bad dream." She continued to speak.

Dean looked around. He could still feel the warmth of the fire on his skin. His eyes searched the room. He was in a hospital. Looking down he could see the case on his arms and the thick padding on his ankle. "Where?" Dean started to speak.

"You're in the hospital." The nurse was still trying to calm him down from his dream.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

The nurse smiled. "No. My name is Carol."

"No. My brother. Sam. Where is he?" Dean started to move, but the nurse held him in place.

"He's some place where he can't hurt you anymore." A sympathetic look came over her face.

"What?" Dean couldn't to the life of him understand what she was talking about.

"We know it was your brother who did this to you. Now you rest." She straightened his blanket.

"No. Sam wouldn't hurt me. He didn't do this." Dean tried to plead with her.

"I know that, Dean." The nurse said as her eyes turned yellow. "But humans are so easily fooled." She smiled.

Dean's eyes grew large as he stared at her. She started to laugh and with the snap of her fingers, everything went dark.

His eyes worked their way opened. Sam was greeted by the whiteness of the padded walls. He tried to moved only to learn his arms were unable to obey. He looked down to see the straight jacket was still on. He had to get out of there. He had to get back to Dean.

Sam struggled to get to his feet. Pushing against the wall, he was able to stand. Once on his feet, Sam leaned against the wall. He fought a bout of dizziness. Sam looked over at the small window by what looked like a door. Sam moved over to it.

Try as he did, Sam couldn't see outside the prison he found himself in. "Hello?" He cried out. "Somebody. Anybody. I don't belong here." He thought he heard movement on the other side. "Please. You have to let me go. I have to get back to my brother. He needs me." Nothing. Sam slid down the wall. "I have to protect Dean." He said more to himself. He lowered his head.

"Why?" A female voice spoke. Sam looked up to see where it was coming. "All he's doing is bringing you down, Sammy." Sam was looking at a blonde headed woman wearing a white nightgown.

"Mom?" Sam couldn't believe his eyes. She moved closer to where Sam was sitting and knelt down beside him. "That isn't you. Is it?"

"I'm whoever you want me to be, Sammy." Mary Winchester brought her hand up to touch Sam's cheek. "You know you can end this."

Sam looked deep into her eyes. He was looking at his mother and deep down he wanted it to be her. "How?" The words came out weakly.

"All you have to do is join us. I'll take you away from all the nightmares. You know you really want that, Sammy." She said.

"What about Dean?" Sam could not stop worrying about his brother.

Anger edged across her face. "Dean. Why do you care about the weakling." Mary squeezed tighter on Sam's cheek. "I am offering you greatness and all you worry about is trash." With that, she pulled her hand back and struck Sam across the face.

Sam's head jumped back. It wasn't a slap that brought him back to reality, but a hand that had touched his shoulder. Sam was trying to breathe as he looked around. He was still in the hospital room from before. His eyes stopped on his brother who was still in the bed. Sam could feel the hard plaster case his hand was still resting on. It was than he realized there was someone in the room with him. Sam turned to face a deputy standing behind him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." The deputy said. He looked just as surprised as Sam was. "They told me you were awake."

Sam looked from the deputy to his brother. He was trying to figure out if this was real or not. His hand would not brake contact with his brother. It was that slight link that gave Sam the hope of reality.

"Let me introduce myself." The deputy began to speak. "I'm Deputy Ken Lewis. I was the one who almost ran you down." Sam looked of confusion was not missed by the deputy. "When you came out on the roadway. With your brother." The deputy looked in Dean's direction. "I believe you said he was your brother."

Sam looked back at Dean's sleeping form. "Yeah. My brother, Dean."

"And your name is?" The deputy asked.

Sam continued to look at his brother for a silent moment before he turned his eyes back to the deputy. "Sam. My name is Sam."

"You mind if I ask you a few questions." The deputy asked. Sam shook his head. "Can you tell me what happened? What happened to you and your brother?"

Sam's eyes started to drift. "I. I'm not sure." Sam couldn't focus on what was real and what was not. He squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't' know what is real."

"That's understandable. The doctor found traces of a hallucinogenic in your system. How about you just tell me what you can remember." The deputy moved in closer to the bed as he spoke.

Sam looked once more at the deputy. His hand tightened on the plaster case in its grasp. "I think we were held prisoners in a cell of some kind." He turned to look back at Dean. "They tortured my brother. I don't remember how we got out."

"Ok." The deputy responded. He took a deep breath. "Is there someone I can call for you? Family? Friend?"

"We have an uncle. Runs a savage yard in Dakota. Bobby Singer." Sam watched Dean sleep.

"I'll give him a call. Let him know where you are." The deputy also looked at Dean. "The doctor said he was very lucky. A broken rib could have punctured his lung and the infections were caught early enough." The deputy finally asked. "Do you have any idea who did this, Sam?"

Sam only stared at his brother as he answered. "No." How could he tell the deputy everything when he don't believe it himself. Sam closed his eyes. "I don't know why they did this." A tear ran down his cheek.

An alarm went off on the other side of the bed. Sam's eyes whipped opened. He stopped breathing as he watched hospital staff come running into the room. A nurse forcefully moved Sam from his chair. "You need to step back."

"What's happening?" Sam asked as the Deputy took him by the shoulders and moved him back out of the way. "Dean?" He calls out. Sam watched as the commotion around Dean's bed increased. They were now starting CPR. "No." Sam starts to cry. "NO!"

TBC


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