A/N: I know I said once that I like to keep my stories to about ten chapters or so. For some reason, this story keeps growing on me. All I ask is you stay with me for the ride. AN end is coming. (Evil grin) BUT what end will it be? D

14.

"Breath. That's it. Nice and easy." The soothing female voice continued to coach Sam.

"He is going to be all right?" A male voice said. Sam should know that voice. He has heard that voice before.

"Oh yeah. His episodes are not as often." Sam could feel a hand making circles on his back. "Feeling better, Sam?" She asked.

Sam's world was slowly coming back into focus. The black spots washing over his vision, was slowly softening away. He was looking at a tile flooring. His head slowly came up. He was greeted by a middle-aged nurse on one side of him. Her hand still rubbing his back. There was also a deputy standing close by. Sam quickly searched to room. In a bed before him was Dean, still asleep.

"Feeling better?" The nurse asked again. Sam only nodded his head. Her eyes followed Sam's stare. "Your brother is fine. I just came in to check up on you two." She looked at the deputy who had moved in closer to Sam. "You sure do know how to scare somebody." A smile came across her face.

"Scare?" The deputy said. "Going off screaming like that. He would have scared anyone." The deputy was now embarrassed.

The nurse laughed. "Kenny, you always thought you were big and brave." She turned her attentions back to Sam who was now sitting back in the chair. She noted his color was better. "I'll go call the doctor and see if he has anything to give you, Sam." As she stood, she looked toward the deputy again. "You watch him for me?"

"Sure. Now that I know what to expect." He said as the nurse left the room. Ken looked back toward Sam. The boy's eyes were fixative on his brother, but the confusion was still washed over his face. "Do you remember what happened?"

Sam shook his head. The color starting to return to his cheeks. "Dean was dying." He finally whispered.

"No." Ken moved once again to Sam's side. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "The nurse came in and you freaked. You started screaming to save him before you dropped to the floor." Sam looked up at him. "The drug. The one the doctor said was in your system?"

Sam 's eyes went to the floor. He didn't remember it that way. That was not what he remembered happening. Than a thought came to him. "The water."

"What?" The deputy asked.

"They gave us food and water. It must have been in the water." Sam concluded.

The deputy looked once again toward Dean. "And its not effecting your brother like you cause Dean's been sedated."

"Here we go." The nurse returned with a syringe in her hand. "Help me get him settled in." She said as she gestured toward the other bed. The nurse and deputy both guided Sam to the other bed.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"Something to help you rest. Dr. Crowe..." She started to say.

"Dr Crowe?" Sam's eyes enlarged. The doctor from the psych ward.

"Yes. Dr. Crowe. He said to give you a sedative to help you rest." The nurse was about to give it to Sam when Sam pulled away.

"He? But he's a she." Sam found that the deputy was having to hold on to him to keep him from jumping off the bed. Maybe the deputy thought Sam was planning to run for it.

"No, honey. Unless Dr. Crowe had a sex change in the last hour. He is a he. Now, the doctor feels that with you meditated, the drug in your system will work its way out with lesser problems on you." Sam gave up fighting. He allowed the nurse to give him the shot. "Now you get some rest and in a few hours, you'll be back to normal." She settled Sam in bed, ending the action with a blanket being pulled up over him.

Sam rolled on his side to look at Dean. 'If this drug is doing this to me, what is it doing to Dean?' He struggled to keep his eyes opened. "I have to protect Dean." He whispered.

Ken moved in closer to Sam. "How about I call your uncle." Sam nodded. He fought to keep his eyes open. "Bobby Singer. Right?" Sam nodded once more.

His eyes began to drift close. Try as he did, Sam's world slowly became dark. The last thing he saw was his brother still in the bed next him. 'What is it doing to him?' Sam thought to himself as he gave in to the medication.

If it was the cold concrete floor or the brilliant light that brought him awake, Dean didn't know. He slowly brought himself to his hands and knees, still staring at the floor. The last thing he remembers was being buried alive. The smell of dirt was still strong in his nostril. All he did now was breath in clean air into his lungs. He lingered there, just breathing. Try as he might, Dean could not put his mind around what is happening to him.

"You are such a disappointment." It came from in front of him. He knew that voice. He knew that tone. "All you had to do was watch out for Sammy, Dean."

Dean slowly raised his head to the person he knew he would see. Standing in the corner of the room was John Winchester. Disappointment written over his face. "Dad." Dean whispered. Now he knew this wasn't true but his mind couldn't let go the emotions that were coming to head. He knew his father was dead. Dead because of him.

"I asked you to watch out for Sammy. That was all you had to do. You can't even do that right." Anger took over the disappointment on John's face. Suddenly he was next to Dean, bent down close to his ear. "You're a failure. I'm a shame to call you my son."

"No." Tears start to form in Dean's eyes. "Don't say that." Dean dropped his eyes once more to the ground. "Don't say that." He starts to cry. He tries to close his eyes to the pain. The pain of words his father was saying.

Fingers lace around his short hair and pulls Dean's head up. "Look what you did you worthless son of a bitch." John turned Dean's head toward another corner of the room.

Dean opened his eyes to the horror before them. A figure, bloody and broken, laid crumbled in the corner. The dark shabby hair told Dean who it was. "Sammy!" Dean cried out. John let go of Dean's hair. Dean starts to crawl toward his broken brother. "Sammy! NO!" Dean cried out.

"It's your fault." John raised his voice. "You did this to your brother!"

"NO!" Dean was sobbing now. He cradled Sam in his arms. He was greeted with a lifeless stare from his beloved little brother. "I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm sorry." He continued to cry.

John again appeared next to Dean. "Sorry. You ARE sorry!" John told him. "You're a waste of my time. To think, I died for you." Dean's sob came on stronger. "I should have let you died."

Dean continued to rock with Sam in his arms. His sobs grew with each word his father said. Dean forgot that it couldn't be his father. He only saw what was in front of him. His little brother's lifeless body in his arms was what was dominating his thoughts. He failed his brother.

TBC

A/N: Please review. I like to hear which way I should go with this. Thanks to all who have read and review. POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!! D