Thank you for all the suggestons I got for some future chapters! I will for sure pick some of them. Pity I can just pick one from each hehe.

Anyway I'm going on a studytrip with my film class on sunday (Dublin, Irland woho!), but wont be more then five days and the following chapter is in my beta's hands hehe. So, I post this today so maybe it wont be too long before next chapter comes up again =)

As always, thanks to my lifesaver, beta reader Ravanne!

I - Insane

Set: During Sam, Interrupted

Sam woke up with a start. He realized his arms and legs were bound to the bed he was lying on. He couldn't open his eyes completely, momentarily blinded by the bright lighting.

"Dean?" he called out despite seriously doubting that Dean was hiding under the little bed. The room was too small and it was readily apparent that he was completely alone. He heard footsteps right outside the door and seconds later it opened, the nurse who had examined him when he first came into the facility stepped in.

"Let me out of here!" Sam shouted at her, struggling against the restraints.

"No, no… you're far too angry to be out there," she said. Sam looked at her reflection in the mirror over his bed and saw the image of the wraith they'd been hunting.

"It's you!" He cursed himself for not figuring it out sooner, before he was restrained and trapped. She started rambling about herself and hunters and the hospital while trailing a finger over his forehead. He tossed and turned, but it was never far away enough to get her hands off of him. He felt anger boil in him again. Feeling helpless while lying there while she pranced proudly around the room, mocking him before settling down beside him on the bed. She held out her hand and a long disgusting point shot out her wrist. Sam stared at it and tried uselessly to get out of the restrains. She grabbed his head and turned him to the side so she had open access to his neck.

"No," he gasped as he felt a sting on the side of his neck, but the pain had only increased as the spike slowly slid into his skull. His eyes rolled back as he gasped and arched his back, struggling to get away.

"No..," he mumbled again before feeling his body fall limply back onto the bed.

"Hey!" A familiar man's shout filled the room and Sam winced as the source of the pain was ripped out of his neck.

"You get away from him..," Sam tried turned his head to see what was going on, but the world had gone blurry. He could see the outlines of the dark clothed nurse and the light clothed figure of his brother, but the world suddenly turned black.

Dean stumbled down the corridors, following the few trails of blood. He could hear someone gasping in pain nearby and didn't stop when he saw the nurse who had first greeted him when they first arrived at the hospital leaning over Sam.

"Hey!" Dean shouted and the nurse turned around. His vision wavered, but there was no mistake that there was blood on the spike jutting out of her wrist.

"You get away from him!" He blinked a few rapidly, trying to clear his vision but it was useless. He knew that the wrath was the cause and he had to kill her before he could see clearly again. Hell, if he wanted to keep himself and his brother alive.

"Well well, you're quite a runner despite seeing double," The wraith grinned cheerfully and licked the disgusting thing the same way she did after pulling it out of Wendy's neck.

"You have no idea," Dean grumbled and held up his tiny little knife, waiting for the wraith to charge at him. Dean wasn't fast enough to dodge the punch the wraith aimed at his face. He managed to avoid the second blow and shoved her away, but she charged at him again.

"You can't beat me, Dean. Not when you see two of me," the wraith hissed and shoved him up against the wall, holding him there with on hand. Dean could see her other hand coming toward his face, the long spike sliding out from under the skin again and he felt his stomach lurch. He tried to fight her off, but the spike only grew longer, nearly touching his skin. Desperately, he grabbed hold of the freaky thing and used all his strength to break it. She screamed in pain as blood started spurting.

"Guess again," he grumbled and used his opening to shove her off of him. He gripped the knife and plunged it into her chest. She gasped and looked down at the fatal wound before falling against the wall and slid down. Dean shook his head and blinked a few times to see if it helped. The blurry world began to focus again and he could now clearly see the dead wraith sprawled on the floor at his feet.

"Another one bites the dust. Yippee!" Okay, this place was now getting to him. Dean shook his head once more after the uncharacteristic "Yippee" and turned his attention to his brother.

"Aw, crap. Sam!" He clumsily made his way over to Sam and sat down where the wraith had been sitting just moments ago,

"Please don't say she got you." He swallowed hard and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the deep puncture wound. Sam was unconscious, his skin pale and clammy under Dean's hand.

"Damn it! Sam!" He looked down at his brother, trying to will him to open his eyes but got no response.

"No! Don't do this to me Sam," he swore under his breath as he checked for pulse. Dean froze for a minute, unsure of what to do. Sam had a pulse and hopefully that meant he had stopped the wraith before she could seriously injure him in time, but they were in deep trouble now. They had to get out, but there was no way he would be able to carry a completely limp Sam out of there. Sam outweighed him by a good forty pounds and right now he was a dead weight.

"Dean? Dean? Dean! Dean? Deeeean?"

Dean frowned when he heard his name being repeated in a loud whisper. The voice came closer and closer and soon enough Martin stood at the door.

"Dean? Dean!" Martin stopped up when he finally found what he was looking for. He smiled relieved for a second until he saw Sam.

"Holy crap. She got him?" Martin looked from the dead wraith and Dean,

"He's alive. You gotta help me get him out," Dean urged the reluctant man. Martin was pretty much the same height as Dean, but he was a little stronger built. Dean needed him to handle Sam while he covered their escape.

"Martin! Come on!" Dean started undoing the restraints holding Sam to the bed and finally Martin went to the other side and did the same. Just then the alarm went off and Martin began to really freak out.

"Hey! Focus. You think you can carry him for a little bit?" Dean opened the last binding and Martin just shook his head, but he did as he was told. He put one arm just below Sam's shoulder blades and the other below his knees and lifted.

"Oh man he's really heavy," Martin complained, but managed to hitch Sam higher up. Dean made sure the other man had a good hold of his brother before he led the way out into the hallway.

"Where's the closest exit?" Dean turned, keeping his pace deliberately slow so that Martin could keep up with him. Sam was hanging limp as a rag doll in Martin's arms and his head was tipped backwards. Blood had slowly started to run from the wound on his neck and his mouth hung open, trying desperately to pull in air.

"Just down those stairs and then there's an exit, but there's probably..." Martin yelped when two security guards rounded the corner in front of them.

"Hey! You!" one of the guards shouted while the other pulled his radio from his belt and sent out the warning that an escape was in progress.

"We need backup! There's two men with an unconscious patient here," the second one shouted into the radio just as Dean came up and smashed his fist into the first guard's face and knocked him out. The second one stopped short as Dean charged at him too.

"Stop!" he shouted, but it was too late. Dean shoved him against a window, head first.

"Sorry, but you're chasing the good guys!" The oldest Winchester grimaced at the pain in his fist.

"Come on!" He turned back to Martin who was standing still, Sam still in his arms. "We've got to get out of there before they find that body."

The older man didn't move at first, standing motionless with Sam still cradled in his arms. "Martin!" Dean snapped, trying to get his attention. They didn't have time to waste dawdling.

"I can't go! I have to stay here," Martin insisted, looking as if he were ready to drop Sam and run back where they came from.

"Martin. Please. If you want to be locked up in a crazy house, then fine. But please help us now. I bet they let you back in anywhere as long as you tell the truth! They like the crazy stories" Dean offered desperately.

"I need to get Sam help, but I can't do it alone. Not here. Not yet," Dean begged and it worked. Martin groaned and reluctantly nodded. Soon they were hurrying down the stairs and were out the final door. They rushed as fast across the lawn as they could manage with Sam's dead weight slowing them and into the forest where Dean had hidden the Impala.

"Dean! Come on! I can't hold him much longer," Martin complained when they finally slowed down by the Impala. Dean opened the back door of the car and Martin laid Sam down as gently as he could manage. With Dean's help, they were able to get Sam as stretched out on the back seat as they could.

"Listen!" Martin pointed towards where they had come from. Shouting came closer and closer.

"You go. I'll distract them so you can get away. Hurry!" Martin urged Dean into the car and then ran off before Dean had the chance to thank him. Dean looked over his shoulder to check on Sam and found his brother stretched out as much as he could while one of his long legs was bent on top of the bench and the other over the edge. His arms was in a pretty much similar position and it looked quite uncomfortable, but it would have to do for now. The kid was still out cold anyway.

Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes once before starting the car and getting out of the place.

Dean found himself lost in his own thoughts as he drove as on autopilot down the old road in the deep forest. He quietly thought of everything happening at the hospital. How bad idea it had truly been. Now Sam was hurt and he had no idea seriously. Dean wished he would moan; make some kind of sound to show that he was still alive and starting to wake up.

Dean didn't want to think about the mess that hospital had managed to pull out of the two of them. On top everything else, the anger Sam had kept bottled up inside and the guilt Dean had managed to keep a lid on were now out in the open. He groaned, trying to fight the wave of helplessness that came over him. It was so freaking unfair how everything went to hell for them so quickly. Whatever handle they had on their issues had been stripped away completely.

All they could really do was keep moving and hope that the hospital hadn't been able to get the police on their tail yet. He glanced up in the little mirror in front of him to see if they were still alone on the road, but something blocked the view out the back window.

"Holy shit, Sam!" Dean shouted and nearly steered the Impala into a ditch before managing to get her back on the road.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Dean exclaimed. He wasn't angry in any way but his heart was beating furiously. He hadn't expected Sam to be awake. On a second glance though he noticed Sam was slumped back against seat, one hand pressed against the wound on his neck,

"M'sorry," Sam mumbled, silent tears running down his cheeks. He tried to move his legs into a better position so he could sit up properly, but didn't have the strength to push his body upright. "Hurts so much," he said quietly and grimaced when he moved his neck a bit.

Dean swallowed tightly and stopped the car. He got out of the car, popped open the trunk to find their first aid kit before sliding into the back beside Sam. The woods around them was dark and the headlights of the car was the only things that revealed that they were still on a road. It really started to feel like they had driven right into a horror movie.

"Let me see." Dean carefully took hold of Sam's wrist, trying to move the hand away from the ugly wound, but Sam yelped in pain and pushed him off weakly.

"Don't touch me!" He probably meant to shout it because his eyes was shining with anger, but it came more out like a groan.

"Still feeling the anger?" Dean kept himself from groaning aloud. He had hoped that being unconscious would have given Sam's mind a chance to defuse some of the anger the wraith had woken in him, but it was obvious that he was still in the grip of his fury. Whatever control Sam had managed to keep on his emotions had been ripped away.

"Hell yeah," Sam sneered. He wasn't angry specifically at his brother. Just angry in general and he had an open wound in his neck with what he guessed was brain juice running out of it. It certainly didn't to anything to improve his mood, and for some reason Dean's fusing just made it worse.

"Okay Sam, listen. I know you're pissed off, but you gotta let me check it out. I have no idea how serious this is so please try to put a lock on your anger? Okay? I'll buy you a Piñata and a bat later," Dean promised with a smile, and he could see that his joke helped relax Sam just a little. Sam managed to smile just a little bit, but it was enough.

"Breathe," Dean whispered as Sam tensed up and grimaced as he removed his hand from the wound. Sam didn't move a muscle once he revealed the wound and it was Dean's turn to grimace. The wound was an ugly puncture and was still leaking blood. He took hold of Sam's chin and tried to carefully turn his brother's head more to the side. It only caused Sam to pull in a deep breath and his eyes to shoot open.

"Don't, please," Sam whimpered, grabbing at Dean's hands. ""It feels like someone stabbed a branch dipped in hot sauce in there,"

Dean tried to ignore Sam's pleas and focused on the task at hand, but everything he did caused his little brother huge amount of pain. He sighed and intentionally pressed a clean wad of gauze against the wound and Sam would have screamed if he were able to get enough breath do to so. Dean wished that the pain would be enough to knock Sam out again, and it didn't take more then a few seconds before his eyes rolled back and the grimace of pain relaxed a bit.

"Sam?" Dean asked. His brother wasn't completely out, his eyes weren't completely shut, but he was in a deep daze and didn't seem to register the pain quite so much now. Dean sighed when Sam didn't react and focused on the wound. He picked up his penlight and aimed it at the wound, trying to see how deep it was.

"Oh gross!" Dean wrinkled his nose and cursed under his breath. Sam opened one eye sluggishly.

"Is it bad?" he whispered, but Dean could hear him.

"I think we have to go to the hospital, Sam. I can't see how deep it is and seeing as the goal was your brain, I'm not going to take any chances," Dean explained.

"What are you going to tell them?" Sam asked and closed his eyes again. Dean sighed loudly as he found a roll of medical tape. He hoped that he could manage to the slow the bleeding until they got to help.

"I'll come up with something." Dean carefully pressed the gauze against the wound at the back of Sam's neck and started applying strips of tape to hold it fast.

"Maybe that you were attacked and stabbed by a pointy obje..," He stopped his movements when Sam tensed up and moaned loudly. His little brother breathed heavily through his nose, trying to use his mouth and neck as little as possible and ride out the pain. Dean wished that he could do something more and focused on getting the job done as quickly as possible. Sam moaned again in pain and Dean hurried to get the wound taped so he could get his brother to help.

"Careful there, Sam. People might get the wrong idea here," Dean teased as he finished field dressing the wound.

"Jerk," Sam whispered a ghost of a smile on his face.

"So... you don't happen to know where the nearest emergency room is, do you?" Dean asked and sat back to catch his breath. Had they not had a medical emergency on their hands, he could easily just sit there and enjoy some quiet time with his brother.

"Ch-check laptop," Sam muttered and tried to find a more comfortable position.

"Uh, I doubt there's Internet connection out here," Dean reminded him, but picked up Sam's laptop from where it was lying on the floor anyway.

"Got map over the place…ouch," Sam stilled his movements the pain flared again. He tried to push himself to sit up, but ended up slumping sideways into his brother instead.

"Downloaded before we... we went into the hospital," he explained tiredly and gave up trying to move again. He settled against Dean's body and luckily his big brother didn't seem to take any notice of that.

"Heh… God bless the geeks," Dean snickered, smiling a little to himself when he felt Sam settle against his side.

"Sam. I need password," he said and tilted his head a bit to see Sam's face. Sam tiredly looked up from where his head was resting on Dean's upper arm.

"Uh..." Sam frowned. "I don't... remember..." he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Hey, stay awake," Dean twisted his arm so he could put a hand on Sam's cheek, tapping it gently to keep Sam's attention focused. "Try a little harder." He lifted Sam's head so his chin was almost resting on Dean's shoulder and Dean could easily see Sam's face.

Sam opened his eyes again and started slightly at the sudden closeness. It had been so long since Dean had held him like this. Dean would usually just nudge Sam off his shoulder, not letting him get too close and make a comment about personal space.

"Try... uh... apple," Sam suggested and watched quietly as Dean wrote in the word into the password field.

"Wrong," Dean said when the monitor warned that access was denied.

"I knew that," Sam muttered and tried to think again. Meanwhile Dean started typing whatever came to his mind. Wrong answer after wrong answer.

"Geez, Sam, when it's not even zepplinrules or thedean I don't think we're ever finding this out," he joked, trying not to get show his concern.

"It's Dean protected," Sam snickered tiredly, closing his eyes,

"Don't want Busty Asians so-called beauties filling the harddisk."

He could feel Dean's gaze on him and soft breath rolling off his forehead.

"You're feeling a little better?" he heard his brother ask quietly.

"Wanna sleep," Sam complained. Dean nudged him slightly to keep him awake.

"Try 'impala'," the youngest Winchester suggested.

"I already tried that," Dean was speaking quietly and Sam guessed it was either his brother being kind and considerate or he was on the verge of losing consciousness again.

"With a small 'i'?" Sam mumbled. He could feel when Dean turned back to the computer again and when it worked.

"A small 'i' in Impala, Sammy? That's a disgrace," Dean joked and looked back at Sam, only to find his little brother either asleep or unconscious.

"Sammy?" he repeated, but got no response and his eyes stayed shut. Dean twisted his arm again to check for a pulse. It was at least still beating. Dean turned to focus on the laptop and found the map Sam had been talking about.

"Damn, the closest hospital is back where we came from, but I don't want to take that chance. The other hospital is at least two hours away," Dean muttered. "And I'm talking to myself. Fantastic. I am going insane! Oh crap… still doing it,"

He turned to look at Sam again. His younger brother's face was resting against Dean's shoulder so he would know immediately if Sam stopped breathing. He knew they couldn't stay there though. Sam needed proper medical attention, but at the same time it felt nice. Like when they were younger. Dad would drive while Dean and Sam slept together in the backseat, Sam curled up against his big brother's body. Now they were alone and in the middle of nowhere, but Sam still instinctively gravitated towards him, seeking comfort from Dean. Despite everything that had gone on, and everything trying to drive them apart, they were still together.

Dean shut off the laptop and put it down before settling himself better in the seat. He moved carefully so as not to wake Sam and stretched out his legs. He tugged Sam a little better against his shoulder before resting his own head back against the seat.

"Don't dare get any worse, Sammy. I will notice anyway," Dean whispered, making sure his arm was still resting against Sam's chest. "Big brother is here."

I liked "Sam, Interruped", but I'm not gonna lie. I felt SO cheated when we didn't get more of a limp!Sam lol. So I decided pretty early on to stuff in my own "what if" version in here. So here it is.