John sat next to his son's bed and rubbed the bandage on his right arm. They had just finished strapping Dean to the bed. Mackland explained why he couldn't sedate the youngest hunter. He was worried about drug interactions, not knowing how another drug introduced into Dean's system would affect him. It was hard seeing his eldest hurt. John reached out and ran his hand over Dean's short hair.

"John."

Winchester looked over at Mac sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed. Caleb was sitting next to his father watching Dean.

"What?"

"What happened when Sam left?" Mackland asked.

"None of you business," John said defensively.

"Like hell it isn't!" Caleb argued.

Mac put a hand on his son's arm. "John, we need to know what happened. It might help us when Dean regains consciousness."

John sat back in the chair, rubbing his hands over the stubble on his face. "You can probably figure it out."

"You and Sam started shouting at each other," Caleb accused. "Neither one of you even thought about what that would do to Dean. Did you?"

"Caleb," Ames warned.

John glared at Reaves. "You don't know anything!"

"I know Dean's had to play referee between the two of you for years!" Reaves shouted.

"Enough!" Mackland gave the two hunters a withering stare. "This won't help Dean."

"You're right," John agreed. "It's true Sam and I argued about him leaving. He had a job to do, but that didn't matter to him. He just wanted a 'normal' life. Like the one I provided him was so bad."

"The life you provided them wasn't easy," Mack said gently.

"Just because Sam didn't have a white picket fence didn't mean he didn't have a home," John said angrily. "His home was Dean and me!"

"Sam has always wanted more from life than hunting," Ames said. "But that doesn't matter now. What happened that night?"

"We argued," Winchester said. "I should have known something was up when Dean didn't step in to stop us. Found out that Dean knew about Sam applying. So I yelled at him too."

"Then what happened?" Mac asked.

" I told Sam that if he walked out to never come back again."

"Real smart." Caleb smirked, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. "What did Dean do?"

"Nothing." John sighed. "Sam stormed out of the motel and never looked back."

"Dean just let him go?" Mackland was surprised.

"You know Dean," John said, leaning his elbows on his knees to stare at his son. "He'd do anything to make Sammy happy."

"Even letting him go," Caleb concluded.

"He never said anything but I knew he was upset." John sighed. "He went out and got drunk in a bar. He said a few choice things to me before he passed out. Next morning it was like nothing happened. He just threw himself into the hunt."

Caleb grunted, shaking his head. "What did you expect? Without Sam there to protect there was nothing for him to do but hunt."

"Have you talked to him about Sam?"

"Dean hasn't mentioned him since he left," John said.

The comment Caleb was about to make died on his lips when they heard a soft moan from Dean. John tensed as his son opened his eyes and looked wildly around. When the youngest hunter knew he was tied down he began to struggle.

"Let me go!"

"Calm down, Dean." The neurosurgeon placed his hand on his arm. "Everything will be alright."

"She told me you were the ones I should fear," Dean growled. "You all drove Sam away."

"Dean listen to me," John said, sternly. "You've been drugged. None of us have done anything."

Dean started laughing. The sound made Caleb's skin crawl. Maybe if he just took a peek he could find out what was going on inside the younger man's head. It was easy to gain access but Reaves wasn't prepared for what he found. Dean's thoughts tumbled over themselves worrying about Sam. Missing him at Thanksgiving and Christmas. But most of all missing his little brother's birthday yesterday. Dean wanted to blame it all on his father, but knew he was just as responsible. That if anything happened to his brother it would be his fault for letting him go. Caleb tried to reason with him, but was brought up short when an image of a beautiful woman pushed its way to the front. He watched as she pinned Dean to the wall. When he heard what she told Dean, he understood why the blond didn't trust any of them. Next thing Reaves knew he was flying across the room.

Mackland grabbed his son as he almost fell out of the chair. "Son?"

"Shit," Caleb groaned. "That wasn't pleasant. But I know why Dean doesn't trust us."

John looked up from adjusting the wide strips of cloth holding Dean to the bed. "What did you see?"

"That Bitch twisted his mind."

"Dad, please," Dean pleaded. "You have to let me go."

"I can't kiddo," John said.

"Bastard!" the younger Winchester yelled. "You just want the demon to find Sam!"

Ames saw the hurt in the Knight's eyes but it passed quickly. "Mac isn't there anything you can do?"

"I could start an IV to help flush out the drugs."

"But?" Reaves asked.

"The way he's fighting I don't dare stick a needle in him."

"So all we can do is wait." John said , placing his hand on Dean's arm.

Reaves nodded, placing his hand on Dean's leg. Mac sighed thinking it was going to be long morning.