Dean
He stumbles down the hall, his head spinning as he tries to work out what is real and what isn't. Dean grips the silver plated knife in his hand tightly. It's the only thing that could save him and Sammy and Anna. He had to protect them. He had to.
He follows the blood, the only thing about the hallway that he knew was real. He collapsed to his knees, as the hall distorts around him. He suddenly recognized the hallway he was stumbling down.
This was the wing where the more troublesome patients stayed. Right now, the only two people staying here was Anna, and... Sammy. Dean shoved himself back onto his feet just as he heard a loud crashing sound from Sam's room, a muffled shout of panic spurring him on. As he approached the door he could make out more and more of the conversation going on inside.
"I don't make crazy, I just crank up what's there. See, you build your own personal hell, I just hand you the legos. Then when you're ripe... Well, that's when I make all your problems go away." The nurse's voice drifted from the open door. He heard a crashing sound, and two grunts before he saw a shadow fall to the ground.
"ANNA!" Sam roared. Dean forced his numb legs to move faster.
"You leave her alone!" His brother warned loudly. The nurse laughed.
"Oh, her. You wouldn't believe how many times I've dealt with her. The little halfblood can't seem to help herself. Mmm, she's in so much pain. I don't even need to kill her. I can taste her just by walking into the room. Besides, she's safe. For now. At least, until she outlives her usefulness." Dean snarled in determination, the last few words of the wraith propelling him the last few feet.
He burst into the room, looking wildly around. He spotted the nurse hovering over Sam's strapped down body, Anna thrown limply to the side. Dean's vision began to blur red as he spotted a trickle of blood running down from a cut on her forehead. He holds up the silver knife offensively, readying himself to fight her again.
"Get away from them." He warned darkly. The wraith laughed derisively.
"Do you really think this is gonna end well for you, kiddo?" It asked as it stood to face Dean. He shrugged, letting the crazy fill his eyes as he tipped his head sideways. A small smile slid across his face.
"No. But I'm crazy, so, what the hell?" He lunged forward, the silver blade swinging wildly. but the wraith ducked under his swing and tossed him into the wall. He fell to the ground with a grunt, the knife clattering out of his hand. The nurse grabbed his arm, and with supernatural strength threw him across the room. Sam surged up against his restraints, fighting to get off the bed.
"Dean!" He cried out desperately. Dean rolled under the next hit, struggling to reach for the silver knife glinting on the floor just out of reach. The wraith grabbed him by the foot, yanking him back viciously. Pulling him up, she shoved him into the wall hard enough to leave a dent, plaster flaking to the floor. The wraith brought up its' hand, the skewer re-emerging from her wrist. With one hand he clutched at the hand choking him, the other he brought up in a desperate attempt to keep the wraith from killing him. Out the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Anna wasn't on the floor anymore. He couldn't see the silver knife anymore either. He grabbed the skewer that was nearly touching his forehead, and wrenched it to the side as hard as he could.
With a horrible scream, the pointed barb broke off, the wraith stumbling back as blood poured out of the broken and ruined appendage. She turned around to flee, only to be confronted with Anna, silver eyes flashing with a lucidity Dean didn't think she was capable of. With an inarticulate scream, the wraith attacked; but Anna was more than a match for the injured monster. With an almost terrifying ease, she parried every blow before plunging the blade into the wraith's chest. The nurse stumbled back, her disguise burning away quickly, leaving behind nothing more than a strange smell and flaking grey skin on the ground. Dean's vision cleared instantly, his mind following quickly after. The difference was amazing; he hadn't even realized how off he felt until the last of the wraith's influence vanished.
Anna dropped the knife, her eyes losing some of it's focus as she turned to untie Sam. Dean rushed to help her.
"You still crazy?" Sam asked warily, as one wrist came free. Dean shrugged as he watched Anna switch to freeing his brother's foot.
"Not any more than usual." He glanced around the trashed room, then at Anna who had sunk down against the floor now that Sam was half free. Her whole was shaking and she seemed to be mumbling under her breath. Grey eyes flicked around the room warily, fear filling her eyes.
"We gotta get her out of here." Sam nodded, swinging his body off the bed, looking down at the shaking body of their friend. It was a terrifyingly heartbreaking change, watching her go from the powerful hunter she was, back to crazy town.
"Yeah. Come on." An alarm went off, and Anna flinched, scuttling away into a corner, shaking as she stared at the open door with terror written across her face. Dean felt something inside him tear at seeing her so afraid. Rage filled him as he scooped her up into his arms, following Sam out of his room. He could feel that her once strong body was wasted away under the thin hospital uniform. He would kill the demon that did this to her. Even if he had to climb back into hell itself to do so.