A/N: Happy Friday everyone. Enjoy... NC

Chapter 5

The Impala pulled past the abandoned warehouses and John stopped where the car couldn't be seen from the main road. He rummaged around in his pocket for his ringing cell and answered it.

"Hello…Yeah Bobby what did you find…Okay, I don't know, let me have Sammy look…Hold on…" John spoke to him. "Sammy, look at the autopsy reports and see if there's any strange marks on the bodies," he instructed his youngest son.

"Alright," Sam answered looking through the stack of files for the reports. When he found them, he flipped through the pages and scanned for any notation about markings on the bodies. "I think I found something," Sam replied. "It says here there was a mark on all the bodies, they wrote it off as a bruise." He looked at the pictures and turned them sideways as he squinted to see better. You know it could be a handprint."

"Bobby, Sammy said there's what looks like a handprint on the bodies…You're sure…And it's killed the same way as the other ones…Okay…Yeah I know, but he insisted on coming…We're going in now to find Dean…I will Bobby…I will!" John growled into the cell before hanging up.

"What did he say?" Sam asked not getting much from the one-way conversation.

"He said it's a djinn, but an offshoot of the ones that we know about. This one has a blue glow when they touch you to send you into a dream world. The significant difference is they feed off fear and chaos. You don't get your deepest desires; you get your worst nightmares."

"Crap," Sam muttered as he wondered what Dean was going through right now. What could be his worst nightmare? "How do we kill it?"

"Same way as the other one, silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."

"Let's go find my brother," Sam stated in a strong voice. He reached for the door handle but stopped when John grabbed his arm.

"Son, can I not convince you to stay here?" John asked him. "We don't know what we'll find in there and you could get…"

"That's my brother in there," Sam spoke slowly with power behind each word. "I'll do whatever I have to, to save him. I know he'd do the same for me. Don't treat me like a baby."

John looked at the stubborn expression on his son's face and knew there would be no reasoning with him. Where his brother was concerned, he wouldn't back down. He sighed slowly before getting out of the car and waiting for Sam to join him. They headed toward the warehouse side door and John picked the lock letting them inside.

"Djinn like dark places, secluded places where they can hide out," John explained to Sam. "I want you to be careful and stay behind me. Here, put these on," he told Sam handing him a pair of gloves. "They have to touch your skin to infect you with their poison."

"Yes sir," Sam replied taking the gloves and slipping them over his hands. He tucked the cuffs under his shirt sleeves into the gloves so there was no skin showing before pulling out a knife that had been dipped in lamb's blood. He held it tightly in his gloved hand as he followed his father into the dark building. There wasn't much light filtering in through the dirty windows, but it was enough to see the room they stepped into.

The structure had been divided into smaller rooms that needed to be explored in hopes of finding Dean. John moved silently through the room to a doorway and looked out into the darkness ahead of them. He took out a small light and turned it on, partly covering it with his hand as he moved forward. He sensed Sam behind him, staying close as they moved deeper into the building. This was a perfect place for the djinn to hold his captives while he slowly drained them of their blood.

As they neared the back of the building, John saw a soft glow coming from one of the many rooms they had passed. He motioned for Sam to stop and moved toward it to investigate. The room was scattered with abandoned furniture, boxes, filing cabinets, pallets, which were coated in a thick layer of dust. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and blew gently from a draft coming from somewhere.

John got close enough to see lanterns placed around a section of the room and saw bodies hanging from a metal pipe that ran across the ceiling. He couldn't make out if any of them were Dean and as he took another step closer, a shadow emerged from the side and threw him into some discarded furniture. John had the breath knocked out of him and tried to get up, but the djinn was on him, reaching for his face, but he grabbed his hands to hold him off. They fought for control as the djinn bore down on John, snarling angrily that he would interrupt his meal.

Just as the blue hand started to touch John's face, the djinn stiffened and a look of surprise blanketed his face before he went limp and John pushed him to the side, staring at the knife sticking into his back. He looked up at Sam who was breathing hard and looking wide eyed at the dead body.

"Dad, are you okay?" Sam finally got out in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah, son, just got the wind knocked out of me," John replied as he carefully pulled himself from the floor. "It's okay Sammy, let's go see if we can find your brother." He laid a hand on Sam's shoulder and gently guided him from the body.

They moved toward the light and found the bodies hanging from the pipe. John reached to check the first two, not finding a pulse. He moved to the next one and pressed his fingers to the young woman's throat and felt a weak, thready pulse. He quickly removed the needle in her neck and the IV in her arm before pulling a knife to cut her bindings.

"Dad!" Sam cried out. "Dean's over here, hurry!" Sam's frantic voice called.

"Coming," John replied having no other choice but to lay the woman on the floor. He rounded a corner and found Dean hanging beside another female body. "Stand back Sammy," John told him checking them and finding a pulse. "They're both alive." John removed the IVs and needles before cutting them down. He laid Dean on the floor and Sam dropped down beside him, tapping his cheeks trying to wake.

The woman moaned and turned her head as she seemed to be coming around.

"I need to call 911 and let them know about the two that are alive. And we need to get Dean out of here before they get here."

"Why isn't he waking up?" Sam questioned as he looked to the woman who was coming too and back to his brother who was not moving.

"I don't know, maybe it'll take a little longer."

John picked the woman up and moved her to where the other woman was, putting her beside her. He looked around for anything to cover them with and found a couple of blankets stacked on a table. The women seemed stable enough to leave and he knew help should get there quickly.

"Hey, I'm calling help for you, don't try to move," he told the women as he covered them. He went back and got Dean, placing him over his shoulder to carry him out. "Come on Sammy, let's get out of here." He pulled his cell out and made the call to get the survivors help. "Grab your knife son, can't leave evidence like that behind."

"Okay," Sam replied, stopping at the body and pulling the knife from the djinn's back. He hurried after his father, glancing one last time at the dead body and shivered.

spn

The changed movement of the Impala made Dean look around as he watched John drive through a large arch and up to a two-story structure and stop. He looked at the sign and stiffen when he read, 'Lawrence Mental Institution.' He frowned not sure why they would be here.

"Come on Dean don't give me any trouble," John cautioned him as he got out of the car.

"Dad, what's going on? Why are we here?" Dean questioned in a wary voice.

"I'm checking you back in for you own good."

"But I didn't hurt Sammy. He did that to himself. He was lying to you," Dean tried to explain as he backed away from him.

"I'm sure your doctor can straighten things out." John grabbed Dean's arm before he could get away and pulled him toward the front doors.

"No, no, please, I don't want to go in there," Dean begged.

"It's not like this is the first time Dean. You've been here off and on for years. We didn't have any other resources to try and get you help. They're trying to help you."

"Hello, Mr. Winchester," an older man dressed in a lab coat greeted them when they came inside. "And Dean, I was hoping not to see you again so soon."

"I don't know you! This is all wrong!" Dean exclaimed trying to pull out of John strong grip.

"Please Dean, if you don't calm down, we will have to sedate you," the doctor told him. "I have some papers for you to sign to admit him again," he spoke to John. "Orderly, will you take Dean to the observation wing and get him settled?"

"Sure doc," a beefy orderly nodded, taking Dean from John.

"Dad don't leave me here," Dean cried out reaching for him, but John just stood there with a disappointed look on his face and watched Dean be taken away.

"If you'll come this way," the doctor suggested leading John to a small office to get the paperwork signed. He was happy to see Dean again since it would bring his admissions back up a notch and that meant more money for him. And if he could warrant keeping him inpatient for a couple of weeks or a month would really pay off.

spn

"Okay, change clothes and behave or we'll have to put you in isolation," the orderly growled at Dean before shoving him into a small room that had a twin bed with clothes and shoes laying on it. "Make it easier on yourself and do it, or I will have to do it for you. No telling what might happen…" the orderly trailed off with an evil laugh.

Dean stumbled and caught himself before falling to the floor. He glared at the orderly as he slammed the door shut and locked it. He could still hear the orderly through the door calling him a loser and throwaway kid. He looked around the room at the bareness and saw a small bathroom through the only door other there. He sat down on the bed and slumped forward, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't make sense of what was happening, how his parents would lock him up in a place like this.

He reached for the faded, drab, clothes and decided he'd better do as he was told, to avoid any punishment. He began to undress and replace his clothes with the ones left for him. They didn't fit very good and were rough and scratchy like they had been washed too many times in harsh detergent. He folded his clothes and sat them in the floor by his bed since there was nowhere else to store them.

There was a small, barred window that let in the sunlight, but it didn't make the place feel any warmer. Dean laid on the bed and curled into a ball, wanting this nightmare to end. He was distraught, feeling helpless, and his mind was on the verge of shutting down. Tears leaked from his eyes as all hope left him. He was alone, unwanted, and abandoned by his family.

A/N: Dean is found but he's not waking up. Can they figure out why and save him. Can Dean in the dreamworld find his way home? Thanks for coming along on the journey. I do like reviews/comments. NC