Hope this Sam chappy will satisfy those who were wondering what he's been up to while Dean is trapped in the gov. institution...hope everyone who is still reading is enjoying the story. thanks for reading and for all the really great reviews bambers;)

Chapter Ten

"I think we have a problem," Doctor Carter said as he entered Bobby's room, and closed the door behind him to afford them some privacy. "Actually I think we have several of them, so which would you like to hear first? The bad news, the really bad news, or what I like to refer to as damn, we're really screwed news?"

Bobby glanced up from gathering his possessions together, and noticed the troubled look that crossed the doctor's features. Although Winchester luck, or lack of luck as it were, was nothing new to Bobby, he understood how it might send someone like the young doctor running as far away from the boys as he could possibly manage. "Might as well hear the we're really screwed news first. Can't be any worse than some of the other things that have happened to Sam an' Dean."

"Dean was released from the hospital today," Jason said without preamble as he tossed his clipboard on the bed and slumped down on the chair that sat beside it.

"As far as news goes, that sounds pretty damn good, so what's the problem?" Bobby snatch his trucker hat off the bedside table, and smoothing back his hair, he placed the cap on his head.

"Before he left, he signed papers to have Sam committed."

"Not possible. Dean would never do that to his brother."

"Have a look for yourself." Jason nudged his head toward the clipboard as he heaved a weary sigh.

Bobby grabbed the clipboard and quickly scanned the content of the document before he looked at the signature on the bottom of the second page. As he studied the name written in the lower left-hand corner of the paper, he yanked his cap off and scratched his head, thoroughly perplexed. Although the signature appeared to be in Dean's handwriting, Bobby still couldn't believe the eldest Winchester would willing have Sam committed. "This has to be some kind of mistake or a damn near perfect forgery."

"So it is Dean's handwriting?" Jason pushed forward in his seat and took the clipboard from Bobby. "Cause if it is than he assigned Sam's care over to Doctor Warner."

"An' what does that mean?" Bobby quirked a brow in question. A queasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach as he eyed the prematurely balding man.

"It means I no longer have access to Sam or to his files if that really is Dean's signature."

"Let me give Dean a call cause that has to be a forgery." Bobby yanked out his cell phone, and flipping it open, he jabbed the button to call the eldest Winchester. "Damn it, where are you, boy," he muttered after the call went to voice mail after several rings. After hearing Dean's message and then a beep, Bobby left a message. "Dean as soon as you get this message, you call me back, you hear? Sam's in it real deep, an' you're the only one who can clear this damn mess up. So call me back." Snapping the phone shut, Bobby placed it back in his pocket.

"So should we wait for him to call or should we try and get Sam out of here before Doctor Warner sees this document?" Doctor Carter asked as he rose to stand.

"I think we have no choice but to break him out of here."

"Thought you might say that," the doctor said with a grin, and if Bobby didn't know any better, he might have believed that the younger man was actually enjoying the opportunity to break a few of the hospital rules. "My car's parked near one of the emergency exits out back. If you wait for me there, I'll go get Sam an' bring him out."

"Maybe it would be better if I got him an' you waited for us."

Doctor Carter heaved a sigh as he shook his head. "Look, we can stand here an' argue about this all night, but in the end I'm the only one who can get him out of here without raising too much suspicion. Not to mention the fact that I'll probably have to sedate him, an' I really can't see you doing that."

"Alright," Bobby reluctantly agreed, still not certain if he trusted the doctor. "But if anything happens to Sam, you're the one I'm gonna be coming after." He allowed a moment for the threat to sink in fully before adding, "These boys are the closest thing to family I've got, an' I ain't about to let anything happen to them. Understand?"

"I promise Sam will be safe with me," Carter said as he turned his back on Bobby, and headed for the door.

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Jason stood just inside the doorway of Sam's hospital and watched as the younger man restlessly paced back and forth in the small expanse. After their last encounter, the doctor was more than a little apprehensive to approach the mental patient. While the restraints Sam was wearing might have been enough to subdue most patients, Jason had witnessed firsthand how lethal the young hunter could be even without the use of his hands, and wasn't about to underestimate him again.

I could kill you right now . . . crush your windpipe, but I'm not gonna, he heard Sam's cruel taunt in his head, and instinctively slid a hand up to his throat in a protective manner as he took a few more steps into the room. At that moment, Sam turned in his paces, glanced up at Jason, and the doctor stopped dead in his tracks.

"Where's my husband?" Sam asked in a low, almost feminine voice as he looked beyond the doctor toward the doorway. "Where's Sanford? He promised he'd come to see me, an' I've been waitin' for hours now."

"Sanford?" Jason asked, confusion briefly registering across his features, but quickly realized another one of Sam's alter-egos was now making its presence known. "If you can tell me who he is, I can try and find him for you."

Sam narrowed his eyes on Jason. "He's my husband, you dimwitted, sniveling twit. Head of this hospital . . . your boss. Any of this ringing a bell or are you just another crazy dressing up like a doctor?" Shaking his head in clear disbelief, Sam groaned and set off to pacing again.

"If you can tell me your name and his maybe I can find him for you." Jason eased himself closer to the mentally unstable man. Although he didn't necessarily think Sam's newest personality was dangerous, he still slipped a hand into his pocket to grab hold of the sedative he had placed there before entering the room.

"Like you don't know my name is Susan," Sam snapped as he swung to glare at Jason. "Is my husband playing games with me again? Is he sending you here to punish me again because of what happened?"

"Why would he want to punish you, Susan?" Intrigued by the hunter's comments, Jason momentarily forgetting the real reason he was there to see Sam. "What does he think you did that he would want to punish you by keeping you here?"

"It's all my fault you know . . . Bo said . . . Bo knows the truth, but Sanford won't listen," Sam's voice rose several octaves he pivoted around on his heel as if looking for someone or something Jason couldn't see. "They're all around, you know . . . they watch you an' take what's yours. You have to be very careful." He squiched his eyelids closed as he repeatedly brushed the side of his head against his shoulder. "They get in here an' talk to you . . . whisper words an' talk . . . an' it never stops . . . never stops."

"What happened to you, Susan?" Jason slid his other hand into his pocket and flipped on his voice recorder, hoping that in Sam's crazed ramblings he would say something that might help in finding a cure for him.

"It's all my fault . . . the demons . . . they're real you know . . . they're up here." Sam took a step toward Jason as he tried to lift his arms to gesture toward his head. "They took her from me . . . Bo tried to stop them. Buried her in a shallow grave. . . there is a cold dark place in my mind. It is where my soul seeks comfort, but finds none. From shallow graves and sleepless nights, I have somehow lost my way."

"Who was buried in a shallow grave, Susan?" Jason asked pointedly, understanding that Susan's underlying guilt came from whatever had happened to this person she was ranting about. If he was going to lay Susan's guilt to rest, thereby releasing her from Sam's mind, he needed to know where that grave was located. "Who did they take from you?"

"He blamed me . . . saw it in his eyes . . . they watch you, you know . . . always there," Sam's voice grew more frantic as he swiveled on his heel again, desperately searching for whatever was haunting his mind. His unnerving gaze darted back and forth, never settling on one place for more than a second. "They took her . . . so small . . . so little . . . black eyes . . . shallow grave. Sleepless nights."

Understanding finally dawning on him, Doctor Carter asked, "Was she your baby? Did they take your baby from you?"

"I had to . . . my fault . . . ." Tears slipped down Sam's cheeks as he dropped to his knees and cried out. Deep mournful sobs tore from his lips as he glanced down at his wrists.

Jason followed his gaze, and his breath caught in his throat when he noticed a deep stain of red seeping out from beneath the straitjacket Sam was wearing. He rushed around behind Sam, fell to his knees, and hastily undid the straps securing the restraint. "You killed yourself, didn't you?"

"My fault . . . he tried to take it from me . . . burned away my mind . . . left nothing there . . . but he couldn't do it . . . I-I wouldn't let him. It's mine. I can't let him take it from me."

With the last of the straps untethered, Jason eased the straitjacket off of Sam, and grabbed hold of both of his wrists, checking them throughly for any wounds, but found none. "You were bleeding?" Peering down at the jacket that he had tossed aside in his hast to help the younger man, he quirked a puzzled brow when he saw there was no blood on the garment. "I know what I saw . . . it was there."

A mirthless chuckle slipped from Sam as he slammed a fist into the older man's jaw. "Yeah, can't always believe what you see." His eyes rapidly changed from hazel to a deep shade of brown. "I winnin', Doc. They're all fallen right in line, an' there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you try an' take that from me."

Jason rubbed at his bruised and aching jaw as he warily eyed Sam. "R-Reeves?"

"Give the man a prize." A slow demented smirk spread across Sam's features. "I let Susan come out an' play for a little while, just knowing you wouldn't be able to resist her. She really is quite pathetic." Sam leapt to his feet, and before Jason could even think to react, he kicked him squarely in the gut. "You see, demons got inside her pretty little head, an' she killed her own daughter. There's no getting rid of guilt like that. An' even if there was, I'm not about to let you try an' help her." The youngest Winchester kicked Jason in the stomach again. "But we all wanna thank you for freeing us from here." He knelt beside Jason and gripped hold of his shirt, yanking him upward off the floor so their faces were mere inches apart. "Sam's getting' weaker by the moment . . . his big brother is no where around inside of here." He jabbed at his temple. "Guess he figured I was the better man, an' somehow jumped ship before I had the chance to kill him. So it really won't be long now before Sam is dead, an' I can be reborn." Cocking back his arm, he slammed it into Jason's face. "Now I just have to go an' take care of that old man those boys are so fond of, an' then I'm free." With that said, he rose to stand, and headed for the door, calling back over his shoulder, "If you know what's good for you, stay away from Roosevelt, Doc. Cause if I find you anywhere around there, don't think for a moment that I won't kill you like I killed Ellicott."