Voice of Reason

Sequel to Who Am I?

Disclaimer: Sigh nope not putting claim on the boys or anything pertaining to Supernatural since we have our show for another season and we want the powers-that-be to keep our show on air as long as possible!

Warnings: Rated for violence and sensitive issues, so if you get squeamy please don't come running to me, you have been warned!

Note: I am picking this story up not far from where I ended Who Am I? So if you haven't read that I suggest that you do first and then come back here for the rest...

Chapter 14

Dean laid on his side with his gaze firmly fixed on Sam's sleeping form in the next bed. They had been in hospital for nearly a day and Dean hadn't spoken to anyone except Sam since they admitted the brothers. Feeling betrayed and alone Dean kept his thoughts and opinions to himself and ignored everyone especially Bobby.

His eyes narrowed as he watched doctor Jim come in with two orderlies, one pushing a wheelchair and the other with a gurney.

'Morning Dean, we're ready to take Sam down for his scans, got the chair for you and the gurney for Sam.'

'Don't need no chair.' Dean refused to look at the man who sighed and shook his head as he moved over to Sam's bed.

'Chair or stay put your decision Dean.' He tossed the comment over his shoulder as he gently tried to wake Sam up.

'Dean?' Sam's frightened voice had Dean up, nearly out of the bed before one of the orderlies grabbed him, and helped him into the wheelchair.

'Right here Sam.' Dean said impatiently waiting to be wheeled to his brother's side.

'Where are we?' Sam looked at Dean, then the doctor and then the orderlies before returning his guarded gaze to Dean.

'We got sideswiped and got put in hospital dude.' Dean said not wanting to take his attention away from his brother, 'the doc here thinks that you need some pictures of your head taken so that he can workout what's causing the seizures.'

'Seizures?' Sam's confusion made Jim frown and double check the boy's charts something wasn't right. 'Dean where's Dad?'

'Sam? Okay this is weird, what's the last thing you remember?'

'You, me and Dad hunting vampires.' Sam stared at Dean his green eyes dark with confusion and untapped emotions, 'dude what's going on? Where's Dad and why are we in hospital?'

'Dude ... ah doc could you give us a minute before you...'

'Yes certainly Dean we'll be back in a few minutes.' Jim said nodding to the two other men who followed him out the door. 'Sammy, it's been over a year since, dude Dad's gone, he died a year ago.'

'A year?' Sam blinked and felt his tears threatening to fall, 'don't understand ... Dean what's happening to me?'

'That's what the doctor wants to find out.' Dean stared at his brother, something felt so wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. 'You'll be okay Sam and I'll be with you.'

'Kay ... Dean?'

'Yeah dude?'

'My arm?'

'Broken ...'

'Your face?'

'Getting better.'

'Who's Herb?'

'He's the man who owns the cabins where we're staying.'

'Doc ... doctor Jim?'

'He's our new doctor and he knows about hunting so we are safe with him.'

'Bobby?'

'Remember Bobby we've known him since we were kids.'

'Oh ... Dean?'

'Yeah Sammy?'

'Who's that?'

'Who dude?'

'That ... that lady.' Sam nodded his head in the direction of the door, turning slowly Dean looked up at Missouri Mosley.

'That's Missouri she's another friend.'

'Oh kay.'

'Hello boys.' Missouri said as she slowly made her way across the room her eyes fixed on Sam, 'hello Sam.'

'Hey.' Sam ducked his head and hid his face, suddenly feeling very shy.'

'Hey Missouri.'

'Oh Dean boy look at the two of you.' Missouri cupped Dean's face in her hands and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before she turned back to Sam, 'can I give you a hug.'

'No!' Sam's head shot up and he stared horrified at the stranger in front of him, desperately he tried to scramble away.

'Sammy it's okay, she's a friend, she can help.' Dean said immediately recognising the Sammy panic mode.

'No, no Sammy scared, don' wan scary lady.'

'Samuel Winchester!' Missouri looked at him with a stern glare, 'I am no scary lady.'

'It's okay Sammy.'

'Sammy tired,' Sam yawned and tried to lie down again, 'wanna sleep.'

'Sorry little dude but we gotta go with the doc to take pictures of your head.' Dean took Sam's hand in his own and smiled softly, 'we can have ice cream when we get back.'

'Okkies,' Sammy's face brightened, 'can I pick?'

'Sure can ... so we okay to get the doc back now?'

Sammy nodded and watched Missouri with an air of mistrust, 'M-M-Missouri?'

'That's my name Honey.'

'S-sorry.'

'Oh Sammy there's nothing to be sorry for.'

'Sammy ... not ... got ... holes.' Sam struggled to find the words, in the end he gave up and decided to find his plaster cast fascinating.

Jim came back in and after the introductions with the newest arrival, took the boys upstairs to get the scans done, while she waited Missouri found Bobby and decided to get filled in over a cup of coffee. Caleb found them sitting in the small café after parking his truck, his recent scars still visible.

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Dean watched as they placed Sam on the special table, he could feel the fear emanating from his brother, 'can you give him something to help calm him down?' He asked Jim hating himself but it was better than Sam hurting himself anymore.

'Yeah I was just thinking the same thing.' Jim said producing the small syringe, 'want to come in with me and help calm him?'

Dean nodded and let Jim wheel him closer to Sam's head, he hated seeing his brother so confused and restrained because of it. 'Hey Sammy.'

'Sammy scared De.'

'I know bud but this is gonna help make you better.'

'Kay, don't leave De.'

'Not going anywhere, I will be right in that room with Jim and I can talk to you while you're getting your scans done.'

'And, and then ice cream?'

'Yeah dude ice cream, Sammy ... Jim is gonna give you something to help you is that okay?'

'Owkay De.' Sam sniffled slightly and felt the needle pierce his skin, 'Sammy brave.'

'Sammy sure is.' Dean squeezed his brother's hand and then nodded to the doctor, 'it'll be all over soon Sam.'

'I'll be good Deanie.'

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Missouri sat and stared at Bobby, unheeded tears fell down her face as she took in everything that has happened since she last saw Sam and Dean. 'Oh my poor boys.'

'I dunno how ... I mean for all he's been through dammit Missouri Sam should've died a long time ago but he jus' keeps on ... and Dean he is so good with hiding but I can see through his cracks.'

'We're gonna get them back Bobby I promise you, we're gonna get them back.' Missouri laid her hand on top of Bobby's and squeezed gently.

'So what are we gonna do?' Caleb piped up with a malicious grin spreading on his face, 'I feel the urge to kick some supernatural arse.'

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Dean and Sam settled back into their respective beds, Jim had just left them to get issue his new orders and to speed up the results of the scans, but with the look on the medic's face Dean knew that it wasn't good.

Sammy settled back into his bed easily, the effects of the sedative still working, he was tired and just wanted to sleep. 'Deanie?'

'Yeah Sammy?'

'Tell me a story please.' Sam stifled a yawn and looked over at his brother with a pleading puppy look.

'Okay, so what about the adventures of Super Sammy and Daredevil Dean?'

Sam giggled and settled on his pillows happily listening to Dean recite an adventure from their childhood, not even having to exaggerate because nothing could be more bizarre than what they went through as children.

Fifteen minutes later both boys were fast asleep, Dean snored softly and tossed restlessly; Sam's thumb found his mouth again and he curled into himself trying to hide his impossibly big frame in the bed.

A man wearing a doctor's white coat and a young nurse slipped into the room, the nurse had a blank look on her face and waited until she was told what to do before she moved.

Dean shivered and woke slowly feeling for his blankets, something felt strange inside. His head felt heavy and filled with fog, his eyes burnt and he had a throbbing pain behind his right eye. His left elbow ached and the nausea hit him with a sucker punch.

Gagging he sat up and tried to focus on the room swimming and diving in front of him, nearly toppling from the bed he rang for help as his gags turned into retches and vomit erupted violently.

'Dean?' An older nurse came bustling in, she was one of only two nurses who Jim had authorised to care for the Winchester brothers and she took her responsibility very seriously. 'Oh you poor thing here let me help you.' She placed a kidney dish under his chin as another eruption forced its way out, though this time it was mainly bile.

'What has made you so sick sweety?' She asked softly placing a cool damp cloth on his forehead before checking the rest of Dean's vitals. Knowing how seriously Jim wanted to take the threat against the boys. Amelia Wills cleaned up the mess and efficiently cleaned Dean up as much as she could. 'You need a shower honey.'

'Sam.' Dean pushed his brother's name out between his chattering teeth. 'h-how i-is he?'

'Sam he's ... oh Dean Sam's not in his bed.' Amelia gasped in shock she was so intent on helping one brother she didn't realise that the other was missing.

'Bathroom?'

'No, no he's not oh my.' Amelia helped Dean into the chair next to his bed, covered his legs with a blanket and gathering the soiled sheets she flew from the room to look for Jim.

Dean reached out with a shaking hand and found his cell sitting on top of the cabinet, with blurry eyes he finally found the speed dial for Bobby and hit the button.

'B-B-Bobby.'

'Dean what is it?'

'S-S-Sam's gone.' Dean wept unable to control his emotions anymore, 'he – he's gone.'

'We'll be right up.'

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Sam felt himself moving but he couldn't open his eyes, his body felt numb and non-existent and something foul filled his mouth. Terrified he tried to listen for any noise but there was only the sound of a motor and traffic. He could no longer feel Dean next to him and his panic gave way to an attack, a sharp sting in his neck brought tears to his sealed eyes as a weird floaty feeling took him away.

'Easy with him we don't want to hurt him now.' Doctor Mac said as he supervised the transfer of his latest patient, 'that's it take him straight to his room.'

'Which floor doctor?'

'Psych ward four, the isolation unit.'

'Yes sir.' The two orderlies wheeled the gurney carrying an unconscious young man into the side entrance of a large building and immediately took the lift to the fourth floor. 'Shame this kid looks harmless.'

'Yeah but the doc said that he has psychotic breaks and gets violent, either that or he acts like a child.'

'Frigging huge child.'

'True anyway doc wants to try one of his experimental things on him ... says that he's got no family, nothing to worry bout him.'

'Maybe it's better this way then, hate to be like that and have no one.'

'Yeah I hear ya.' The two men wheeled the gurney down the hushed hallway to the last room on the right, one keyed in the security code and the doors swung open to reveal a small room, with just a bed and a side cabinet, the window high in the wall was only big enough to let some natural light in. 'Welcome home kid.'

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Dean lay exhausted on his bed back at the cabin, after refusing to stay in the hospital he pulled his IV out of his arm and set off to walk out. No one was keeping him from finding Sammy.

Finally, Jim conceded and allowed Bobby to take Dean back to the cabins at least they could keep an eye on him there. Sighing heavily the doctor reread the report on Sam's scans it was worse than he feared and he did not want to tell Dean.

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'Where is he?' The familiar voice sounded startling the doctor just as he was about to enter the isolation room.

'M-Master ... Sir I have him in here.' Doctor Mac recovered and turned to face his Master. 'Welcome to Swiss Creek Asylum Doctor?'

'Smith, Doctor Az Smith.' The yellow-eyed man smiled wickedly, 'now show me our latest patient.'

The two men stepped into the room and took in the pathetic sight before them. The patient lay flat on the bed, with one arm encased in a cast, dressed only in a pair of hospital-issue pyjama-pants with a white band around his thin wrist. His green eyes, dull and empty looking stared up at the ceiling, he showed no signs of life aside from the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each of his breathes.

'Sammy?' Doctor Mac walked towards the bed slowly watching the young man closely. 'Sammy do you know where you are?'

Sam shook his head silently without moving his gaze, 'want Deanie.'

'Deanie's gone Sammy, don't you remember the car accident?'

'No ... want Deanie.'

'I am sorry son I know you have undergone a huge trauma but I am here to help you through it.'

'Don't know you.'

'My name is Doctor Mac and this is my associate Doctor Smith.'

'Sam it is good to meet you.' The other doctor stepped forward his eyes gleaming in the dull lighting.

'Want my Deanie.'

'Sorry Sammy but all of your family are gone. Your mommy, daddy and brother are all gone. You caused their deaths and that's why you are here.'

'No, no not true ... Sammy didn't ... want Deanie.'

'Calm down Sam or I will have to give you something to calm down,' Doctor Mac said brandishing a needle in front of Sam's eyes forcing the young man to focus on it and not the ceiling.

'Leave me lone.'

'Can't do that Sammy, you want to get better don't you?'

'I want Deanie.' Sam shouted angrily staring at the doctor, 'you not Sammy's doctor, I want doctor Jim.'

'No Doctor Jim here Sam, he's all in your mind, your very sick mind.'

'No, no, no you hurt Sammy.'

'No Sam don't you remember you were driving the car and crashed into a truck. Your father and brother died and you got sick in the head.'

'No, no, no.' Sam started sobbing, his head hurt and he was so confused, 'I want my brother.'

Impatiently Doctor Mac hissed and quickly injected the serum into Sam's arm, gripping the tender flesh tightly, bruising it.

'Owie, you hurt Sammy.'

'Sammy has to learn to be a good boy.'

'Am a good boy, Deanie said I am.'

'If you were a good boy then why did you let your family die?'

'Sammy s-s-sorry. Bad Sammy.' Sam sobbed as the drug started to take effect and he was lulled into an artificial calm.

TBC