Dream Until Die

Author: 7sTar

Author's notes: Nothing to say any more, please R&R

Declaimer: I don't own Supernatural and all the characters of it; they belong to WB and their creators. I write just for fun, so don't sue me.

Chap3

The black Chevy Impala blared down the highway doing 75 MPH then sped down to 30 MPH, lined up to the streams of cars which were belting along the famous Kansas City Bridge. Inside it the driver stopped humming Metallica along with the loud speakers, frowned at the traffic and threw his eyes out of the window without focus, so that he saw no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of speed. Dean sighed, took back his eyes to gaze at the slowly moving car ahead, wondering why there's no jam in the opposite direction. "Bad luck! I'd get Sam out of this damn place!" Complaining in his mind he found the car ahead didn't move any more, he blew his horn several times, the driver ahead spread out his head shrugging his eyes to Dean a "sorry".

If Dean hadn't peeked at the rear mirror, he couldn't have missed Sam's call. Dean saw in the mirror that on the other side of the bridge, on the 7th pier a young woman was madly tearing the clothes of three kids around her, then she suddenly dragged one already naked kid to the river. There's almost no cars, no passerby near them.

"Shit!" Once he killed the engine, Dean pushed open his door and jumped out. He leaped over the guardrail in the middle of the bridge, ran as quickly as he could to the 7th pier. At the mean time, other people who found the incident were approaching the mad woman as well, someone started to call police.

Dean shot the woman a death glare as he missed to catch the last kid. Rapidly stripping off his jacket and sneakers, he jumped into the river, which caused a shriek of surprising among the people around.

"Oh, fuck!" Dean yelled in the cold water which he figured no higher than 12 centigrades. Clenching his teeth tightly, he struggled to open his eyes wide and plunged beneath the water to look for the kids. The current was not strong but the kids were nowhere to see. Dean surfaced to take a deep breath and dived again along the water flows then he vaguely saw something pale moving ahead of him.

"The limb!" Dean made a quick swim at the moving thing with all his strength. Extending his arm, he grabbed it with his hand, which was a kid's leg. Looking around, it seemed the other two kids were washed away in the river. Holding the cold stiff small body in his arm, Dean knew the better the quickly taking the kid ashore, and he was damn cold as ice himself.

Twenty minutes later, the police rescued them from the cold water. Dean's so annoyed that the cop kept asking him questions while he wanted to change his wet clothes. The kid was sent to the hospital and the mother, according to the cops, was sent to Cherry Asylum because the police suspected she had mental illness.

"Cherry Asylum," Dean murmured the name to himself, returned to where his car parked. The police told him he would not be fined because of his good deed. Dean snorted at the praise, for him, nothing was better than a hot shower, though he'd changed to dry clothers, the feeling of chill still remained in his bones. He checked out his cell phone, two missed messages from Sam. The lastest one said he hoped to see his brother no later than half past four. "Well, Sam, I'm coming." Dean started the engine, turned on the music, "How I wanna end up this fucking day!"

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Out of Sam's expectation, Dr. Jonathan Maxwell was not an old guy with sharp eyes which could look through not only your body but also your mind, so he felt easy and decided to give up the tricks he played with Dr. Ellicott although he knew any psychiatrist was a good mind-reader and no reason to believe Jonathan Maxwell was an exception. But all of a sudden, Sam was aware that he had no idea what he wanted to know about the asylum at all. He had read many materials about the asylum, if he wanna know something weird, could he find another place full of weird things like an asylum?

So, What the hell was he here to do?With his brother, driving about two days, coming to a place where he finally found he didn't know what to do either, it's totally nuts! They had never been on a trip as blind as this. Was it a truth that the damn dreams dropped a hint to him that Sam Winchester really need to see a mental health therapist in a place like Cherry Asylum? It sucked.

Sam sat on the chair, with all these thoughts rambling in his mind. The young doctor just looked at him, smiling. Sam slightly bit his lips, then located his eyes on the doctor's face, "Dr. Maxwell, I have some problems, about dreams."

"Mr. Winchester?" Starting with a confirm more than a question, the doctor said, "You've told me in your emails. I think you know I'm studing the behaviours and dreams of people as well as the relationships between them."

"Em, just call me Sam." Sam grinned, "Doctor, I had too many dreams recently," He contiued, considering something he should kept from the docotor, "And it's weird because they're nearly the same dreams."

"What's in your dream?"

"A building," Sam sighed, reminding himself not speaking of the Cherry Asylum.

"And?"

"Nothing else, just the building. I have no idea why the dreams became longer and longer, seems the time in the dreams went slowly." Sam noticed that the look on the doctor's face had a subtle change, which was hard to catch, but Sam caught it.

"Sam, I call this phenomenon 'long dream'. In fact, I found it recently," The doctor said seriously, "I'm now working over it."

"You have patients like me?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you. But I suggest you be hospitalized for observation."

"What?" Sam shouted out, his eyes opened as wide as he could staring at the doctor. He could not believe his ears, the doctor thought he's really mentally ill?

"Sam, take it easy. I'm not sure of it either, just..." The door was abruptly pushed open, a male's anxious voice broke in the conversation, "Doctor, Robert's condition worsened, he..." The nurse stopped at the sight of Sam.

"I'm coming," The doctor replied rapidly, then turned his eyes to Sam, "I'm sorry, Sam, I must to deal with it. I'll arrange another interview with you, for free."

Sam replied with a shrug, and heard the doctor said "I think you'd better take my advice for consider" at the minute when he slammed the door.

Sam stepped out of the office, lacking the interest to investigate the asylum. The doctor's advice made him nuts, no better than someone punched him in the face. He wanna get out for a fresh air, he's fed up with the atmosphere here. At the pathway to the exit, he saw a woman was taking to the ward by a lot of medical staffs and cops. She's kicking up an awful fuss and her mild big eyes swept over Sam's face, which made the boy a big sigh, wondering why there were so many mental patients in the world?

About twenty minutes later, Sam saw the black Chevy Impala appeared at the street in front of the asylum. Sam opened the door but his brother eyed him to wait. With a confused look, Sam smirked, "What?" He couldn't get rid of the idea that if his brother was out of order as well.

Dean got out of the car, walked over to the other side of the car where Sam was standing with his hand on the handle. "Dude, your turn to drive."

"Alright," Sam rolled his eyes, noticed the mud and water on his brother's hair, "what happened?"

"Check out the newspaper tomorrow, you'll find your bro a hero!"

"What? " Sam finally found it was really a bad day, everything and everyone went nuts.