Dr. Krohn ran out of the elevator and down the hallway towards John's room. She didn't know why, but she knew that she had to get there quickly. She wanted this family to stay together, and the sooner she sees what's wrong the sooner she can fix it. The doctor she had been with was on her tail as they made it to their patient's doorway. "This man can't take care of children!"

"What happened?" Karen asked as she looked at the scene in front of her: John was out cold, hands and feet still in their binds as the three orderlies walked past her. The psyche counsel was standing with another doctor who was not happy to be there at all. It just seemed like this family couldn't catch any breaks. She wondered what happened when she heard the woman's voice crack and yell:

"He attacked me!"

Karen looked over at the sleeping man on the bed; his face expression showed some pain, but she could see a little wrinkle of hope on his face. She didn't want to believe her, how could she? "How?"

Lucie looked at her, "What do you mean how?" Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice grew louder and more agitated. Everyone's eyes were on Karen as she was trying to piece everything together. Something's wrong here. He was completely fine when I left, completely unprovoked. What could have happened?

"He was fine when I left. So clearly it was something you did." She stated matter-o'-factly as she took a few strides closer to her patient. She took a protective stance in front of him, believing that he couldn't have attacked Lucie.

"I did nothing wrong," her voice was defensive with a hint of anger. "I was just sitting there and I asked him a question—"

"What question?"

Lucie looked at Karen puzzled; she didn't know what question she should ask. She just had to make something up. "I asked him if he wanted to see his children and he seemed to ignore me. After a couple of minutes I decided to see what was wrong, since he hadn't looked at me the whole session. I stood next to the bed when he grabbed me."

Karen rolled her eyes, testing to see how angry Lucie was. On a scale from one to ten, it was a definite ten. Lucie's eyes filled with rage as she leapt forward and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her on top of John's unconscious form. Karen's eyes widened in fear and surprise, but quickly decreased to their normal size once she noticed reinforcements coming to pull her attacker away. "Yea, he attacked you."

Lucie's eyes never left Dr. Krohn's as she was escorted out of the room, her teeth gritting as she realized how badly she had screwed up. Karen stood up quickly, realizing she was sitting on top of her patient. Her cheeks flushed red as she looked over at the doctors still in the room. She looked at them begging to let her patient have a second chance. "Fine, but one more of these and he's going to the looney bin."

She smiled widely as she dropped her bag near the door and ran out of the room, knowing that John would be out for a couple of hours.

Pastor Jim must have looked like a wild man as he walked, well more like ran up to the receptionist desk. His hands grabbed hold of the desk as he leaned over to see if someone was there to help him. Of course there wasn't, and he started to tap his foot, a nervous habit that he picked up when he met the Winchesters. They could cause you do to crazy things, like running into a hospital looking like a crazy man. His long fingers started to tap on the counter top as a woman's head popped up from under the desk. "Hello," she said as a smile crept across her face. It was a sincere smile, not one that was plastered on for her line of work. "How can I help you?"

"I need to know where a patient is being held. Well actually three. But first I need to see Sam and Dean Winchester," Pastor Jim answered quickly, a little flustered by his appearance. He ran his hands throw his hair a couple of times since he didn't feel the need to comb it back at the urgency in Dean's voice. The receptionist's fingers clicked away at the computer, stopping and starting a number of times. Her face turned to a frown as she looked up at him:

"There doesn't seem to be any Winchester in here," she turned back to the computer. "Do you know when they were admitted?"

Pastor Jim knew the answer right away. "No."

"Do you know what happened?"

"No."

"Maybe the paperwork didn't make it down here yet. Who called you?"

He thought for a moment, should he tell her that an eight-year-old called him and asked him for help? "Do you think I could look around for them?"

"That's not a good idea. Maybe you should just sit down, when I find out something I'll let you know." That plastic smile that he knew all too well popped upon her face as he smiled back, walking to a lobby chair. He leaned back against the plastic seat, trying to figure out how to slip past the receptionist and find the Winchesters. If you are testing me I hope you are having one hell of a time, because I sure ain't. His head rested against the wall as his eyes wondered over to the receptionist's desk.

The receptionist's blond hair flopped over her face as she looked down; she seemed to be searching for something. Her head completely disappeared back under the desk as it was when Pastor Jim had arrived. He smiled at the opportunity that just showed itself. He stood up, looked around at the empty seats around him, and quietly walked past the receptionist's desk without being seen.

The hallways were a dirty white color, a color greatly known to be on hospital walls. Pastor Jim had been down halls like these many times, but never had he wanted to run down them screaming someone's name like he did right now. He walked into the elevator, figuring that patients would be held a floor up; he knew that the top floors were normally where mentally unstable patients stayed, which didn't seem to make much sense. Mentally unstable patients have a track record of jumping from high spots and holding them at the top of the hospital didn't seem to make much sense. He shrugged off the idea; he wasn't going to be going up to the top floors.

Pastor Jim's knew that the Winchester boys were on the 5th floor before the doors even opened. Through the mental doors he could hear cries for his older brother from Sam and a fight by Dean for Sam. His eyes closed as he prepared himself for a battle with the hospital staff. The doors opened to show the scene he had visualized in his head. Four-year-old Sam was in a rather short woman's arms, struggling as he yelled for his brother. "DEAN!"

Dean, on the other hand, had his hands grabbed by one man while another larger man grabbed hold of his feet. He killed and wiggled, trying to get free from their grasp. He yelled for his brother, "SAM!"

"What is going on here?" Pastor Jim asked, furious at how the two Winchesters were being treated. They seemed like animals, everyone that was involved, trying to rip two brothers apart. The elevator next to him opened and out walked a blonde woman, wearing a bright smile that quickly disappeared as she saw the scene in front of her. The woman that had Sam in her arms had started to walk away from the fight. Dean's eyes met the blonde woman that had exited the elevator. Pastor Jim could see the fury intensify in them as he glared at her. He let out one yell, almost causing time to stop:

"YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T TAKE HIM AWAY!"

Pastor Jim's heart almost stopped, he felt all the pain and suffering in his voice. That was the most emotion he had ever seen Dean show, even for an eight-year-old. "What is going on?" the woman yelled, clearly showing her anger. She looked between the three staff members.

Dean had ceased struggling, allowing the two staff members holding him to relax. Their grips loosened, allowing Dean to thrash about again. His foot came in contact with the man's knee cap, causing him to fall to his knees. He let go off Dean's legs; Dean just hung from his arms now. "Dean Winchester stop right now!" Pastor Jim ordered, his voice stern and forceful. Dean's eyes met with Pastor Jim's, surprise beaming from them since he had never heard the father use such a stern voice, not even when he attended one of his sermons. Sam's eyes also met the father's as he heard the booming voice, it sounded so much like his dad's voice.

Pastor Jim took a few strides towards the man holding Dean, ignoring the man that was still on his knees. "I'll take him," he said quietly, although his words were laced with venom. He put his hands up for Dean, but the man just looked over at the blonde woman; she nodded and Dean was passed into his arms. Pastor Jim placed Dean on the ground, but kept a firm grip on his hand as he went to retrieve Sam. Sam almost leapt out of the woman's hands into Pastor Jim's, his arms wrapped around the father's neck in glee. "Hi Pastor Jim."

"Hey Sammy," Pastor Jim smiled back, his normal polite voice returned. Dean's eyes were on Sam the whole time, the guilt that ran through them was hard to miss for a moment, but it quickly disappeared. Those dark brown orbs kept flashing up at the doctors as he passed them, almost daring them to try to take Sam away again. The fear of what his father would do when he found out overwhelmed Dean as he realized how bad it could have gotten if Pastor Jim didn't come.

The blonde woman walked up to Pastor Jim, "Are you these children's family?" His eyes took in her attire: a black T-shirt, jeans, a strange hat. He figured she was a doctor from how the staff looked to her for the okay to head Dean over, but from the way she looked, he wasn't too sure.

"Who are you?"

"Why is everyone ignoring my questions today?" she murmured a little annoyed. She smiled up at him, since Pastor Jim was at least a head taller than her. "I'm their doctor. Dr. Karen Krohn," she held out her hand for him to grab, a formal hand shake. He grabbed it and shook it, as though they were meeting each other for the first time at a board meeting. "And you are?"

"Jim Murphy. I'm the Winchesters' close family friend." Dr. Krohn gave him a strange look at the name Winchester, but immediately formed an 'O' with her mouth, signaling she understood. Shit, what else hadn't they told these people?

"Why don't we put them back into their room?"

"They seem okay to me," Pastor Jim answered, as he followed Karen to the boys' room. He looked at the two Winchesters, not noticing anything superficial.

"Yea, but they're not the one in need of medical help."

"John?" he asked, worried. She confirmed his statement with a nod. "What's wrong? Where is he?" his voice became more hushed as he felt the urgency of the matter heighten. He stopped at the doorway of the room and placed Sam onto the floor. Dean grabbed hold of Sam and walked into the room, knowing they shouldn't be there.

She shook her head and put her hands out to calm him, "He's fine…physically. Some of the doctors are afraid that he's unstable. I'm supposed to evaluate him, but something kinda came up, and I got pulled away."

"Can I see him?" Pastor Jim asked; if John was in need of help, he needed to see him now.

"Right now, he's…sedated. There was a mishap."

Pastor Jim interrupted her, "What kind of mishap? Where's John?"

"I'll take you up to see him, but—" she paused and looked at Sam and Dean, who were now back onto the bed. Dean was tickling Sam into remission as Sam's giggles became softer and softer until they completely disappeared.

"I'll take care of that." Pastor Jim pushed the door open, causing Dean to jump off the bed and meet him halfway. He bent down, so that he was only a little taller than Dean, almost eye-level. "Dean, you have to promise me you will stay here. Right here, in that bed. Don't move until I come back. You understand?"

"Yea," Dean slurred, sleep was trying to claim him, but he wasn't about to give in, not yet. He looked at Pastor Jim, sleepy eyed, but attentive. A smile passed on his face when Pastor Jim's hand ran through his hair.

"I'll be back in a little while, alright?"

"Alright."

"See you later alligator." Pastor Jim waited for Dean's response which seemed to be automatic, since he said it every time the boys and he parted ways.

"See you in awhile crocodile."