Notes: Always very thankful for reviews! Don't forget to check chapter 2 as I changed it. Not everything, but is the way things were going. Hope you enjoy chapter 3!

By the way, I don't own the show, I don't own Sam or Dean ( But I wish I did :-)

It seemed all a surreal dream. They knew darkness very well. It was a nasty thing. Demons, angry spirits, urban legends, blood, townies…they were used to all that.

Dean starts opening his eyes slowly. The loud sounds inside his had had ceased. The first things that came to his mind wasn't the weeping and screaming which almost drive him mad, or the aching of his body though. Sam; his little brother was squirming on the floor, tormented by something invisible, nevertheless, powerful. Sam was an easy prey when it comes to playing to man's mind. Not because he was weak, not because he couldn't handle his job, but because he still had no control of his gift; his 'shining'. Mind games were far the worse kind of torture: illusions, fake memories, nightmares, visions, voices being whispered. Dean was not able to protect Sam from those.

Slowly, he began trying to make sense out of the latest events occurred for the past seconds he had been conscious. He finally succeeded to get his eyes opened, blinking a couple of times, adjusting to the bright light. He checked the surroundings looking for Sam. That's when it got to him; he was no longer on the road, in the middle of the bushes. He was inside a tiny white room, sitting on the corner of the floor and Sam was nowhere to be seen

As if that wasn't enough… " What the fuck…" he was in a straight jacket.

How did I end up here? Oh no, is Sam here too?

Standing up, he attempted to get free. Someone will pay big time for this!

He was interrupted when he heard the door being unlocked, looking above his head, he realized there was a camera, watching his every move. Wonderful.

Two man dressed in white came with needles. No cute women nurses?

" Calm down Mr. Winchester, you know what happens when you do that". One of the nurses said showing him the syringe. I wasn't doing anything! Not even if I wanted to. " Now, you promised doctor Lindsey you'd behave."

Lindsey?

" Umm, I did?" how long have I been here?

" That's right. Now, do we have to put you to sleep or will you be good?" The other nurse asked as if he was talking to a child. Cut the crap dude!

" I guess that I will be good?" He decided the best was to play along, at least until he finds out what had happened. And where Sam was.

" Wise choice, now we will take that off so you can talk to your doctor. If you attack anyone, there will be consequences". Gee, what have I done to this people?

" Sure chief, I will play nice". He said making fun of the nurses.

One the men came and removed the straight jacked from Dean and led him to another room.

Through the hall, he observed the patients. All kinds of nuts were there. People talking to themselves, behaving like kids, some celebrities like Marilyn Monroe, Carmen Miranda, even Batman and cat-woman were there. And I am Snow White. He thought as one of the nurses pushed him inside a room. A woman was sitting on the chair waiting for him. She got up and came to shake his hand.

" Good morning Dean. You seem to be well today".

Lindsey, thank God. He was safe. She was gonna find a way to get him out. She gave him a sign to sit on one of the chairs and asked for the nurses to leave them alone.

" I am glad to report you have improved a lot since last week Mr. Winchester. Your injuries are healing and you are being such a good boy. Congratulations!" You too? Talking to me like that?

" Lin, I have to admit. You did a great job, to fake an ID is easy, but to actually get the job was beyond my expectations. Good girl. Get us out of here."

Lindsey gave him a confused look and a smile. " Funny Mr. Winchester, you are not going anywhere. We talked about it, remember?"

" Is there anyone listening? Please, tell me there is." And that's why you are playing that role on me.

" You know there isn't. This is our private talk. We do it every day". Heck, I am screwed.

" Just refresh my memory…doctor. How long have I been here? Where is my brother?"

"You ask me that sometimes. Cant you really remember a thing?"

" I remember the freezing, and the car crash…trying to get to Sam and help him".

" That's all?"

He nodded. Pretty much.

" Ok. You have been here for over a week now. The police found you and your brother in the middles of the bushes by the road. Sam had major injuries and as unconscious. You were lying next to him holding a knife. There was a lot of blood. Since the moment you woke up, you kept repeating some words: eyes, weeping, help, invisible forces, etc… The police brought you here because you wouldn't make sense out of anything. Like if you were in a shocking state. You have been violent for a while, hurting yourself and the nurses. Yesterday you had some improvement though".

Dean swallowed hard. He took a few minutes to let all the information sink in.

" Is Sam ok?" Be ok Sam

" He is in a coma. He is not brain dead, however, the doctors are not sure if he will wake up or not".

" Coma? That's not possible, he wasn't that bad when he blacked out." Was he?

" He was really hurt. Do you remember hurting him?"

What? " NO! I'd never do such thing. I was trying to protect him!" You have to believe me Lindsey.

She nodded and offered another smile. " Of course you wouldn't."

" I am not nuts Lindsey. Come on! Something has got to make sense in this freaking place!"

" It does Dean. But you have to get back to reality".

" Ok, so what reality am I in? Who am I here uh? Maybe a I am the big bad Dean who is capable of hurting his own little brother, yeah, maybe you will tell I am not a fucking hunter, that my mother is alive and all my life has just been a fake story my mind came up with! That you and I never met, and by the way, we never had sex either!" She had her eyes wide open. Dean had screamed before, he had been angry before, although, never used such words or revealed such story. He lets out a sigh.

" I don't know what kind of strange life you had before you showed up here, but I assure you, we've never met, let alone had sex." She kept her cool. They stayed in silence for a while.

" Maybe you should go to the room with the others. The book you like to read so much is on the desk you always sit".

Book? Dad's journal?

" Don't do this. I am not crazy. I need to see Sam"

" That's not possible Mr. Winchester".

" Why the hell not? He's my brother and I have the right to see him."

" You are not allowed out of here. That's why".

" Then get me a permission! I have to see him…please Lindsey".

" I'll see what I can do". She got up from the chair and offered him her hand.

" I'll follow you to the room, let's go". You are kidding me!

" I won't take your hand. I am not a child you know?"

" Whatever works for you. Sometimes you prefer to walk around holding my hand".

Maybe if I want to get into your pants!

She walked beside him through a long corridor. In some rooms, he could see people in the worst conditions a human mind could allow. Why did people go insane anyway? To run away from a bad reality? To live in a dream word? Because they had a traumatic experience? The human mind was fragile for sure. The imagination can take you to paradise and it can take you to hell as well. It plays tricks on you. But how do I wake up?

That had to be a dream, that had to be a trick. His life could not have been just a story his imagination came up with. It was real alright. He only had to figure out what was going on.

" So, did I hit any woman? The nurses you know? Is that why I don't get the cute ones to help me?" He asked observing some girls dressed in white walking around.

" You are shameless indeed. No Dean, you hit some people, but only men. The girls usually stay with the elderly".

" Figures. I am glad I didn't hurt any girl. Not really my style."

" You are difficult to get Mr. Winchester. Sometimes you act like crazy. And then, here we are, and you act as a sane man".

" Do I drive you crazy by doing this? As in a charming kinda way?"

" No, you challenge my studies".

" Damn, I would prefer the other way around." They got the room and Lindsey pointed to the desk where his dad's journal was.

" I will see you tomorrow. Play nice".

" Sure, what else can I do around here?"

He sat on the desk and opened the journal. Unfortunately, it didn't look the same. His father's notes were gone, the articles, the drawings. All he could see was his own handwriting, and the story of his life written as if it was a book. Nothing but a book.

" No way! If I am not crazy, then I am one step to become one". He closed the book harshly. Damn it!

The night came, Dean had survived the day. He was taken to a room, lucky for him, private room. The doors were all kept locked and the only furniture was a bed. One terrible, uncomfortable bed.

Worse than the motel! Gee!

He closed his eyes and started thinking about a way to get out of there. The thought all the possibilities on how that happened. Where was he really? Was he in a come? Is that why nothing matches with his memories?

His train of thought was interrupted when he saw a tall figure pass through the tiny window on the door. He got up and walked slowly to check it out.

Outside, everything seemed normal. Lights out, silence, the nurse on call reading a magazine. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When he turned his back to go back to bed, he couldn't believe, Sam was standing right in front of him.

"Sam!" Fear and happiness took him over.

" Hi Dean. You look like as if you have seen a ghost"

" I am good. I am just beginning to believe that I have lost my mind"

" Not yet anyway. But you are close".

" What are you? A spirit playing with my mind? Or my brother using his shining to tell me everything is gonna be fine?"

" Neither. I am not even here." Saying that Sam disappeared. Before Dean could manage going back to bed or even understand what had just happened, a noise, different from the sound he heard before was resounding inside his brain once again. It was similar to a beep, a continuous beep. Louder than a human should be able to put up with.

" Not again! Not now!"

He kneeled on the floor and covered his ears. " I am not crazy!" I am not crazy, I am not crazy!

Before he could pass out from the unbearable sound. The nurse on call came in and inject something on him. Something that took seconds to kick in and take his mind to darkness.

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