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I know I'm manipulating some of the things that happen in early season 7 with this story. It's kind of a crazy mix of characters and scenes re-imagined and such. Also, I know my depiction of doctors/hospitals/mental health wards is waaayy off, sorry about that. Anyways, this story has been kind of insane, and it doesn't have too much longer to go until I wrap it up. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed and followed! The end is nigh...

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Dean and Jody approached Daphne Allen's front door with caution. It was possible the missing bartender was here; it was also possible that the missing bartender was a man-eating monster.

Daphne opened the door with a smile.

"Sheriff Mills," Jody said, "And this is Agent Young with the FBI."

"Come on in," Daphne said, "Emmanuel is anxious to meet anyone who might be able to tell him a little more about himself."

"Emmanuel?" Dean asked. He was pretty sure that wasn't the name of the man they were looking for.

"Well, that's just what I've been calling him. He told me he doesn't remember his name, where he is from, or anything really." Daphne explained as she led them through the front room and into the kitchen, "When I found him he was very confused…and naked."

"You!" Castiel shouted as soon as Dean entered the kitchen with Sheriff Mills. "You're an angel!"

"Aw, thanks," Dean said, trying to remain calm. His best friend, his best friend who had betrayed his trust and lied to him over and over, was standing right in front of him. Alive.

"This isn't our man," Sheriff Mills said in a whisper.

"Maybe not," Dean responded, "But he's coming with me."

"Hello, Ca—Emmanuel." Dean said. "I'm here to help you."

"I can see…" Cas's eyes darted wildly around Dean taking in his aura and his grace, "I can see who you are. What you are."

"Good," Dean said again, trying to sound friendly, "then you can see that I mean you no harm. I just want to help you, and I need you to help me ok?"

Cas nodded, still in awe.

"Miss Allen," Dean said, turning to the woman, "thank you for all you've done. I'll take him from here."

"Oh," Daphne said, obviously a little disappointed, "Oh, ok."

"Would you mind coming with me, Emmanuel?" Dean asked forcing a smile.

Cas nodded again and stood to follow Dean.

"I need to take him to Bobby's," Dean told Jody in a low voice, "keep me posted on the bartender and any new updates."

"Right," Jody said.

Dean led the awe-struck Castiel outside and around the corner. Once out of sight, Dean grabbed Cas's shoulder and in an instant they were standing in Bobby's living room.

"Dean!" Bobby jumped a little in his seat when he looked up from his reading. He had a mini heart attack when he saw the man Dean had standing next to him. He was wearing a pullover sweater instead of his usual trench coat but it was unmistakably Castiel. "Cas?"

"What…where?" Cas asked, looking to Bobby, "Is this heaven? He's not an angel."

"Yeah, look," Dean said addressing Bobby, "Long story short, I guess Cas is alive. He doesn't remember anything. What should we do?"

"Hell if I know," Bobby said standing to inspect the former angel. "He still got any grace?"

Dean shrugged.

"Boy, what good is it having you as an angel unless you actually tap into a few of your powers besides beaming yourself all over the place."

"Right," Dean said, understanding the task before him. "Ok, uh Emmanuel, you're right. I am an angel, and I'm going to see if I can figure out what you are and how to get you your memory back."

"Ok," Cas said smiling up at Dean. Dean couldn't help but think how innocent Cas looked. His face wasn't clouded with guilt and pain like it was the last time they saw each other.

Without another word, Dean brought his palm up to Castiel's forehead. He closed his eyes and tried his best to search inside of Cas's mind. After a few moments Dean lowered his hand and turned to Bobby.

"It's gone." Dean said, "There was only what might have been a trace of angelic grace. That's probably why he can see that I'm an angel. Other than that, he's empty."

"Empty?" Bobby asked.

"Where his memories should be, there is nothing. Whatever he was, whatever he knew is gone. He's just a human with no past. Useless." Dean sighed. He didn't know what he had expected. Maybe that he would be able to tap Cas's brain and bring back his friend. Maybe a part of him wanted Cas to remember everything as a punishment for the lies and the deceit. Dean stared hopelessly at the vessel in front of him, that's all Cas was now, an empty vessel.

"He's still Castiel's vessel," Bobby said, as if reading Dean's mind. "We gotta keep him safe. Half of hell is probably out looking for him, after what went down."

"So?" Dean asked.

"So?" Bobby spat back, "So? Dean, we may have our reasons for hating the guy, but at least in the end he tried to do right by you."

"I'm sorry," Castiel interjected, "you hate me? Did I do something wrong?"

"He tried to do right?" Dean asked, clearly ignoring Castiel, "Bobby, he probably only spewed his grace into me in a hail Mary attempt to save his own skin. He got all cryptic and told me to 'save Sam' from whatever he had done to him. For all we know, the only reason Sam is in the hospital now is because of this douche. So excuse me for not rolling out the welcome mat and offering him a cold beverage."

"I…am quite thirsty." Cas said.

Dean and Bobby turned to face Castiel.

"Look, I'll keep an eye on him here." Bobby said, "You go check in with Sam. When you get back we can figure out our next move."

"Fine." Dean said. He grabbed his keys, "I'm driving. You happy?"

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Dean was glad he decided to drive to the hospital. It gave him a little time to think about what he was going to say to Sam. He was anxious to see how his little brother was doing. If he had his fill of group hugs and finger painting. Dean thought back to the last time he was in a mental health unit; Dean was aching to get out. But he remembered Sam's hesitation, and that made him nervous.

Dean arrived at the hospital and grabbed the bag he and Bobby had prepared for Sam, just in case. Dean made his way up to the third floor and over to the reception desk.

"Hello," Dean said, "I'm here to visit Sam Jones. I have some personal effects for him."

Dean held up the bag, as if he needed to prove himself.

"Ok, take a seat." The receptionist said.

A few minutes later a doctor walked out and approached Dean.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Cooper," the man said.

"Dean."

"Well, it's great to meet you. If it's alright with you, I would love to take a few minutes to discuss Sam, before you go in and meet with him."

"Sure," Dean said. He followed the doctor down the hallway and into a small office. The two men sat, and Dean set the bag down on the ground.

"Dean," Doctor Cooper asked, "I understand Sam came to us as a result of an emergency caused by self-harm. Correct?"

"Right," Dean said shifting a bit in his seat, "but, he, uh usually he manages alright and that's not a problem."

"Ok, well, I have to be honest with you. Sam's condition is much more serious then I originally thought." Doctor Cooper said with a sigh. "Dean, I believe your brother is suffering from severe schizophrenia."

"What? No." Dean said shrugging off the doctor's words. Sure Sam might be a little depressed, and honestly the kid probably was dealing with some PTSD, but schizophrenia? No.

"Hear me out," Doctor Cooper said, "Now, when Sam first came in I met with him and we had a perfectly normal conversation. He told me that he had been feeling a bit down, told me about some personal losses that had messed with his mind and emotions a bit, and then he told me he was back in control and would stay on top of his personal wellbeing. I was glad to hear it. It's not often I meet with people who recognize a problem, but can also see a solution."

"Right, Sammy knows what to do. He'll be fine."

"Dean, not even an hour later, I strolled past his room to find him arguing with a hallucination. He was visibly upset and from the sound of it, he wanted to 'tap out' and hand his life over to the devil."

Dean paled. He felt a chill run down his spine. He now knew exactly what Castiel had meant when he said Sam would need fixing. The wall was broken. Cas had knocked down the Great Wall of Sam, and now Sam was living in hell on earth. Why hadn't Sam said something sooner? Why hadn't he asked for help?

"It looks like, you know what I'm talking about." Doctor Cooper said. "Has Sam had these hallucinations before?"

Dean looked up at the doctor unsure of what to say. It wasn't like he could start explaining Sam's crazy past. This doctor wouldn't have any pills that would fix his brother's broken wall.

"He can take religion, and religious figures, pretty literally sometimes." Dean said.

"Right, well I just wanted to see if there was anything else you might be able to tell me, that might help in Sam's treatment."

"No." Dean said, "I think you know everything now."

Doctor Cooper nodded and led Dean to the door of the office.

"He's waiting for you in the common area." Doctor Cooper said before returning to his desk.

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Sam sat on one of the couches staring up at the clock. 3:02. Dean had said three p.m. on the dot. Was he ok? Was he on his way? Had something happened? Had he decided he didn't want to visit his crazy brother after all? Doubts and fears swam around in Sam's brain and clouded his vision, so that he didn't even realize Dean was standing right in front of him.

"Sammy?" Dean said. He took a seat on the couch next to his brother. "How you feeling?"

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's me." Dean looked Sam up and down. "Brought you some of your own clothes."

"Thanks."

"So," Dean said, "the doctor tells me you've been trippin' hells bells."

"What!" Sam said, "How? How did he—"

"Sammy!" Dean called out as he hustled over to his brother's side.

Sam jumped a little at the appearance of a second Dean.

"Thought maybe two of me would make you happier," Lucifer said from the couch next to Sam.

"Sammy, you ok?" Dean asked. He sat down on the little table in front of the couch where Sam was sitting. It was a little scary to see Sam so disoriented and wearing the hospital whites.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yes, that's Dean," Lucifer said. "Just like I'm Dean. Just like EVERYONE can be Dean if you want." Lucifer snapped his fingers and suddenly the room was no longer filled with hospital patients and nurses. It was a room full of Deans.

"Yeah, it's me, Dean." Dean said. His eyes were filled with concern.

"Your eyes?" Sam asked. The Dean in front of him had different eyes from the one on the couch and all the others wandering around.

"Yeah," Dean said softly, "remember Sammy? Cas shot me up with his angel mojo. But it's me. Really me, I promise."

Sam nodded, but he looked uneasy.

"Sam, I need you to be honest with me, ok?" Dean asked.

"Ok," Sam said.

"Sam, have you been seeing things? Things from before, from… things from hell? The cage?"

Sam cringed at the mention of the cage. Even though he may still be in it, he didn't want to have to think about it.

"It's ok Sam, you can tell me." Dean said. He wanted to rest a hand on his brother's knee. Make some kind of contact, but he didn't want to upset him.

Sam didn't speak. He just nodded.

"Sam, your doctor told me he heard you talking with Lucifer." Dean said. As the fallen angel's name rolled off his tongue Dean felt his blood pressure rise. They got Sam out, they worked so hard to get him out from under the Devils grasp and it wasn't enough. "You know, he's not here anymore. We got you out. You know that, right?"

Sam looked at the Dean in front of him, and then turned to the Dean at his side. Lucifer smiled.

"You sure about that?" Lucifer asked.

"Sam," Dean asked, "Sam are you seeing him right now?"

Sam looked back to Dean and nodded.

"Sam, we got you out. I swear it. I'm going to find a way to prove it to you. Ok?" Dean said. "I'm going to find a way to fix that wall again. I'm going to make you whole again. Understand?"

As Dean spoke, his energy soared. He felt a power stirring from within.

Sam looked at the Dean in front of him and focused in on what he was saying. He wanted to believe this Dean, the one that told him everything was going to be ok. This Dean sounded like the big brother he had looked up to all his life. The Dean who could fix a bullet wound with a Band-Aid and a lame joke. The Dean who would tease Sam about liking peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and then proceed to make one for him. The Dean who would pick out a pink cast just to be a bit of a jerk. Sam knew that Dean. That was his Dean.

"You're going to fix me." Sam said.

"That's right," Dean said with a smile, "That's right, Sammy."

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