Chapter 3: It's all in your head
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Summary: After Deans incident with the car, Sam starts to investigate the man who told Dean to play the game. Was it the
game making Dean act funny or was it something else?
"Dean, what the hell were you thinking?" asked a furious Sam. "I was swatting at a fly. I hate flys you know." "No, I don't
know Dean." Sam had been getting onto Dean every since the incident with Dean "swatting at a fly." "Dean, you know what
we have to do now." Sam said to Dean. "I know, I'll go get the alcohol." Dean walked into the bathroom got the alcohol and
poured it onto his cut up hand. Sam just looked at his brother in awe. Dean used the whole entire bottle of alcohol without
flinching from the stinging. "Dean, said Sam, there's something up with you. Every since you played that game Dean you
been acting funny." "Dude, can you just drop the subject!" Dean yelled in frustartion. "Ok I'll drop it." Sam said as he lowered
his eyes. "I'm sorry Sam for snapping at you. I'm just a little... I'm just feeling under the weather. I'm finna hit the sack, wake
me up in a couple of hours." "Sure Dean." Sam said as he watched his brother lay down. It was nearing two o'clock in the
afternoon and Sam was torn between investigating what happened the night before and going back to the arcade. Dean had
been asleep for three hours and looked like he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, Sam grabbed his jacket, a gun, and
the keys to the impala. "Where to start?" mumbled Sam under his breath. He didn't have to look far, because he came
across the sam man that told Dean about the out of order game. Sam parked the car on the side of a curb and proceeded to
catch up with the man. "Excuse me sir?" Sam yelled to the man in front of him. The man turned around to see who had
called him. "Yes young sir?" "Hi, my name is Manny, my brother Connor and I were in the arcade just a few hours ago." "Oh
yes, I remember. How did your brother like the game, was he speechless?" "He can't stop talking about it." lied Sam. For a
moment the man looked puzzeled. "I'm glad he liked it, tell him to keep coming back for more." "Definitley I'll tell him. Hey,
maybe I'll try it out too!" "Excellent!" said the man who looked scarier every second. "But mister, do you mind telling me your
name? So I can tell all my friends about the game and tell them to come down here and play it." "My name is Dr Bronze."
"Well okay Dr.Bronze I'll be seeing you." "It will be a delightful pleasure when we meet again." Sam turned away and started
walking back to the car. Sam could feel Dr. Bronze eyeing him as he walked away. He looked back to see if Dr.Bronze was
still there, he wasn't but Sam could still feel his eyes on him. Sam looked back one last time before he got in the car. Before
heading back to the hotel Sam stopped by at a local burger joint. Finally he made it back to the hotel where Dean was still
asleep. Sam sat down the food on his bed and got on his laptop, he had to do alittle research on Dr.Bronze. The first site
Sam went to had everything he wanted to know about Dr.Bronze. Dr.Bronze wasn't really a Doctor, he proclaimed himself
one. He invented many games that people thought were too risky and his business suffered. Dr.Bronze was the first to use a
helmet as a device for a game, but it was never done before and it carried unforseen problems. The first man to ever try the
new gaming device was electrocuted and died. Dr.Bronzes' "helemt" was banned, but he contiued to try to make it better.
Sam had to take a break and absorb all of this information in. Dean stirred in his sleep but didn't wake. As Sam continued
reading he found out that every single person afterwards recieved servere mental damage from the game. Some had even tried
to kill other people. Sam thought back to the man at Starbucks. "The guy said that someone wanted him to kill, Sam said
aloud. The game, Dr.Bronze, and the guy from last night are all tied up to one another somehow. But Dean didn't get
electrocuted by the thing, and plus the game was out of order. Maybe since the game was out of order, somehow, the game
actually started to work the way Dr.Bronze planned it. But maybe Dr.Bronze intended for the game to be out od order." But
Sam was still puzzeled at Deans' behavior and at the situation at hand. In mean time Dean had awoken to a voice inside his
head saying "kill." The images and Dr.Bronze appeared in his head. Dean no longer had control over his body, Dr.Bronze did.
Deans hand silenty slipped the belt off from his pants and he walked up behind Sam who was still focusing on the task at
hand not knowing what Dean was about to do. Dean skillfully wrapped the belt around Sams neck. The surprised Sam was
struggling to break free with no avail. "Stop!" Sam said as he tried to grasp for air, but all Dean did was strangle Sam alittle bit
harder.
