Authors note; So another chapter, wasn't to keen on the last chapter myself felt it lacked something but whatever, hopefully this one will be better. Have just watched ' All Hell Breaks Loose parts 1 & 2' and have been blubbing like a baby !! This show, I swear I love it but it either has me laughing or crying. Is it all worth it ?……………………………...HELL YEAH !! Well on with the show….

Disclaimer; Still not mine, (wish a certain Winchester was, well two Winchesters actually but what can I say ? I'm greedy.)

Into The Fire .

Deans fuzzy mind was trying to work out just how long he'd been in the care of the good Doctor Phelps, with the drugs that he was being given daily it was hard to tell what time of day it was let alone how long he'd been at the hospital. Dean felt like he'd been there all his life and if the Doctor was to be believed he had.

Coherent thoughts where no longer an option, when he tried to form them to think of his family. or to escape his insides burned with an agonising pain that left him gasping for breath. When he'd asked the Doctor about it he'd told him that it was his minds way of coping, that his mind was healing, and it was his sub-conscious way of weaning the imaginary family out of his thoughts.

The worst though where the nightmares he kept having, yellow eyes danced and spoke soft words to him in his dreams, where he was taught to do things with his mind. To create fire out of thin air, to use his emotions as a weapon against others, forced to cause them pain and suffering while the eyes praised him, told him he was getting stronger and soon it would be time. Time for what he didn't know and was scared of just what it might mean. He'd wake from the dreams sweating and tired as if he'd had no rest at all , he was tired and his daily sessions with the Doctor where wearing him out. The constant stream of " Your family is dead, you are alone, you have no-one" was taking its toll and he was starting to believe what the Doctor said. After all if he did have a family wouldn't they have come for him now ? Wouldn't they have saved him ?

" Dean, son are you with me ? "

" Huh ? " Dean asked confused, how long had he been in the doctors office for ? When had he arrived ? He looked around himself startled, he felt tears prick his eyes , he was so confused lately.

" Dean what's wrong ? " the Doctor was knelt in front of him his hands on resting lightly on Dean's shoulders. Dean felt a tear drop onto his cheek and he had to take a breath to calm himself but when he spoke his voice quivered " When did I get here ? "

" We've been talking for about half an hour Dean but you seemed to go onto a dream state. Where did you go ? " the Doctor took Deans wrist gently and took his pulse.

" I don't know, I don't remember coming in here !! Oh God….I……I…..I am crazy aren't I ? " he stammered, the tears that he desperately wanted to hold back fell freely down his freckled cheeks and he felt a sob escape him " You been telling me the truth all along, my….my…..my family…they're dead aren't they ? " his body shook with emotion, he felt the Doctor wrap his arms around him giving him comfort " Its ok Dean, Its all going to be ok. You've made a very big step , you've finally acknowledged that your family are dead and now you can start to heal ". Dean nodded into the Doctors shoulder and fisted his hands into the mans white coat, his tears still falling. " What happens to me now ? "

" Well, now we work on putting them in a box that you can seal yourself, you'll only be able to let them out when you want. You'll be in control of them not them of you. Do you understand ? "

" Yea, I think so " he sniffed pulling back slightly " Erm…….sorry about your coat "

" That's ok Dean I don't mind, you did good kiddo I'm proud of you ". Green eyes gazed at the doctor with intensity and shone with the tears that still lingered there. The doctor placed a comforting hand on the back of Deans neck and gave a gentle squeeze " Lets call it a day for today shall we ? "

" Ok " Dean whispered " Do I….do I still have to have my meds ? They make me feel ill ", the Doctor looked at Dean for the longest time then smiled " Ok tonight we can skip them, but if you regress you'll have to have them ok ? I'm trusting you here Dean " the 10 year old nodded enthusiastically at the doctor a smile spreading across his face " I won't let you down sir "

" I know you won't Dean ". A moment later and Dean was being led back to his room, he felt lighter like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. " Hey Gerald can I have something to eat I'm starving " the orderly laughed " Sure Dean why not. You feel like eating with the others today ? "

" Others ?! But Doc said I was confined to quarters for the week "

" That was 6 months ago Dean " Gerald looked at the boy with a worried expression, Dean looked shocked " 6 months !! "

" You ok kid ? "

" Yea…its…..I don't know those meds man they mess my head up, don't know what day it is, everything blurs into one " Dean ran his hand through his hair which he realised now was a lot longer than he usually wore it. " You keep up with the progress kid an I'll bet you won't have to have those meds anymore "

" Really ? You think so ? " Dean gazed up at the orderly next to him, his expressive green eyes shining with hope " Yea kid I do " Gerald placed an arm around Deans shoulder and squeezed it gently sending him a warm smile. Dean smiled back and went to get himself some food from the food line, he waved to the boy who'd he remembered from the first memory he had of the place.

Doctor Phelps watched Dean closely an evil smirk crossing his features, yellow eyes glowed dimly where brown ones had been before, " Oh Dean you are so close now, I can taste it. You look so much like your mother, so angelic " he gave a small chuckle that held no warmth " She never did loose the angelic look even after we fell from grace after the war in heaven. We'll be able to use that, no one will suspect a child as beautiful as you. A few more days and you'll be ready to kill your father and those that stand in my way " he sneered.

Dean felt himself being watched and lifted his head to see the Doctor watching him, he raised his hand and gave a small wave a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Dean returned to his food his smile spreading across his face, so no meds tonight that was good he was already forming a plan. Today had been a good day, he'd even nearly believed himself, man was he good, turn on the water works and they seem to fall for it every time. But tonight was the last night that Dean Winchester was going to spend in the hospital, tonight he was going to escape and find his way back to his family.

The day crept into night as all the patients where escorted back to their rooms, Dean climbed into bed and feigned sleep. He heard the orderlies doing their rounds checking each of their charges " Hey Gerald come on we got a game going pots up to 300 "

" I'm coming just got to check on the kid "

" He's asleep man, come on already " a disgruntled voice yelled

" He won't be for long you keep hollering like that " Gerald hissed, Dean gave a quiet moan and rolled over in the bed. He heard Gerald enter his room and felt the man behind him " Its ok Dean , go back to sleep " he felt a hand run through his hair and gave a contented sigh " That's it kid " the stroking motion continued and Dean could feel the pull of sleep, the touch almost hypnotic " Gerald come on !! " a voice hissed from the door " I'm coming " came the exasperated reply. The stroking stopped and Dean heard the two men leave, closing the door quietly. He waited listening for any sound that could hint at the return of the orderlies but non came. It was now or never so Dean threw back the covers and climbed out of the bed.

He opened the drapes and looked out of the window there was mesh on the outside of the glass, " Damn it !! How the hell am I going to do this ? " his frustration growing Dean didn't see the glass pulsing until it shattered " Shit !! How the hell ? " he listened waiting for the running footsteps of the orderlies coming to investigate the noise, but non came. Dean blew out a breath and looked at the mesh, he didn't know how the glass had shattered but he was going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He rattled the mesh gently trying to gage how loose or secure it was. It held firm and Dean could feel his frustration growing once more, if he could just get out of this place he knew he could get back to his family, that's when he felt his a warmth in his hands and it was increasing. He gasped and looked to them they where pulsing with a fiery orange glow, the mesh was starting to melt so Dean increased his thoughts to will his hands to melt the mesh more the thought of getting to his family burning through his being. It hurt, it hurt like hell he felt the burning pain from the tips of his toes to the top of his head he could feel the sweat dripping into his eyes but his continued until there was a hole large enough for him to fit through. Wiping the sweat from his eyes dean climbed out of the window and onto the ledge the cool wind whipping around him cooling his skin. He looked about him trying to gage a way to get off the ledge safely. He was on the 5th floor of the building to the right of him he saw a drain pipe so he headed towards that hoping he'd be able to scale down it and reach the floor in safety. Dean scaled down the drain pipe like an expert and landed at the bottom lightly on his feet. Now he just had to find out where the hell this hospital was and how far away from' Blue Earth ' he was. He headed for a line of trees sticking close to the shadows his body pressed almost animal like to the floor, he was sweating again his heart racing, once he was in the safety of the trees he rested his back against a tree and tried to steady his racing heart and mind. How the hell had that glass shattered and what the hell was wrong with his hands. He looked to them now but they looked normal, like they always did, he ran them shakily through his hair he was already starting to feel exhausted an after effect of the drugs he supposed from the drugs the hospital had pumped through his system for so long.

Dean rose to his feet and headed as far away from the hospital as he could , best to put as much distance away from himself and the hospital as soon as possible he thought. After what felt like hours he exited the trees to find himself on a road a garage just over the way. Dean headed for the bathroom first deciding that he should clean himself up before heading inside for food and drink, he knew that he'd get questioned he was after all a 10 year old boy out in the middle of the night wearing hospital pyjamas, and if they knew of the hospital near by then this was going to be a very short escape.

He entered the bathroom and went to the basin to wash up, he looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognise the face looking back at him. His usually short buzz cut hair was now hanging about his face in a curtain style cut. He had big black shadows under his eyes and he was paler than usual giving him an almost sickly complexion. His face was smeared with dirt so he washed himself and dried his face and hands on the paper towels, he exited the bathroom and went into the store.

The lights were very bright and hurt his eyes, Dean headed for the fridges and took out some water he then went in search of food finding only candy he grabbed some peanut m & m's and headed to the counter trying to come up with a plausible excuse as to why he was there. His heart was hammering as he approached the counter to find it empty " Hello…..Is there anyone here ? Hello…..", no one answered "Erm……I got some candy and some water I ain't got no money but when I find my dad he'll come right here with it " still nothing, Dean frowned, this was strange to say the least I mean sure he didn't want to be seen if he could help it but absolutely no one in sight was more than un-nerving it was downright spooky. " Ok then well…I'm just going to go then " he left the store watching over his shoulder waiting for someone to stop him but no one came. There was a map on the wall the ones that stated with clarity and a large arrow ' you are here '.

Deans mouth dropped open he was 5 miles from Pastor Jims farm, that couldn't be right he didn't know of any hospital near to the farm especially a mental hospital, but then again he thought I'm only 10 so how would I know that. He looked at the map making a mental note of it in his mind making sure to head in the right direction. The farm came into sight just as the sun rose over the pond, Dean approached cautiously if his time in the hospital had taught him anything it was to err on the side of caution. A million thoughts ran through Deans head, what if he was dreaming again ? What if he was still stuck in the room back at the hospital ? He took a deep breath and walked up the lane towards the house what he saw in the yard made him stop in his tracks. The impala. " Dad " Dean breathed, forgetting all his training all his thoughts of entering the house carefully he took off at a run getting to the front door in what felt like a heart beat. He reached out a shaky hand and pulled on the handle it opened easily and he entered the house that held such fond memories.

The parlour was empty but a fire was burning brightly in the hearth signalling that someone was up and about, so Dean walked to the kitchen slowly peering around the doorjamb he saw a tall teenager with shaggy brown hair sitting at the table talking to a man with grey hair and beard, the man was dressed like Pastor Jim but he looked a lot older than the Pastor that Dean remembered. Then dean heard the voice that he'd been wanting to hear in what felt like so long. It was his dads velvety timbre coming from the larder. Once again dean forgot everything and rushed into the room " DAD !! DAD !! " he was met by the teenager who had sprung to his feet in a defensive pose " Who the hell are you ? " the teenager yelled, Dean glared at the teenager " Outta my way sasquatch , DAD WHERE ARE YOU ?! ", the voice came out of the larder with his weapon drawn " Ok what the hell are you and why do you look like my dead son ? " John growled. " What ?! " Dean asked confused, he looked into the face that was his father, but he looked older there where flecks of grey in his hair and beard and he looked tired like he hadn't slept in a long time. " How did you get so old ? What's going on ? Where's my dad ? " Dean felt the tears start to sting his eyes and his tired body brought him to his knees " I just want to go home…I…..I…..just want my dad and my baby brother, please let me go home " he began to sob brokenly his body shaking with emotion. " Dean ? Dean is that you ? " it was his dads voice again and Dean brought his knees up to his chest and began to rock back and forth, he felt strong arms encircle him he smelt the familiar smell of his father he smelt like gun powder, and a musty warm smell that Dean had never been able to place except that it was his dad. He circled his arms around the neck of the man who smelt like his dad " Daddy….dad…..I got home I found you "

" It can't be you Dean, you've been gone 10 years " Deans head raised in shock,

" Ten years……..but …….but…" Dean didn't finish his sentence it was all too much his mind shut down and all he saw was darkness his fathers frightened voice yelling his name ringing in his ears and then there was silence.

Authors note; ok so another one comes to a close I'll update soon as some nice person or persons HINT, HINT leave me a review. The more reviews I get the sooner I'll update…deal ? I think its fair I mean no going to hell or owt so what ya got to loose ?! Go for it you might even enjoy it xxx