1Chapter Four

Dean looked to his empty IV drip. Ok...call button lit. No medication or condition to blame it on. How good are you? He asked himself as he looked to his bound wrists and ankles. He smiled to himself as the door slowly opened and a petite brunette peaked in. Dean lost the smile as soon as locked eyes with her and started screaming.

He screamed and he screamed...it wasn't hard to remember what it was like to be scared to death at times...to feign abject terror as he let the frustration of this last case help him vocalize his own pain and rage. The screams tore through him as he slammed his head back against the lone pillow they had provided. The nurse shoved the door open and quickly rushed inside.

"Mr. Winchester!" She gasped out all at once in horror of his thrashing and screaming.

"Get 'em off!" Dean called putting the added 'Umph' of shaking his head as if something was crawling over him.

"Oh My..." She ran back to the door. "I need some help in here..." The FBI guys were already walking into the room, guns drawn. But Dean knew he had to keep up with the show. He ignored them completely.

"What's wrong with him?" One of them asked shakily as he aimed at Dean. "Hey! Winchester! Come on knock it off!"

"They're all over me!" Dean screamed to the ceiling thrashing hard enough to shake the bed as he felt the painful pull against his bindings. "Get 'em off! Get 'em off" God he deserved an academy award if this paid off. He had racked his brain to find everything he could think of that constituted mental instability. Hallucinations - check. Anxiety - check. Screaming at invisible attackers - check. Ignoring personal health ( Guns pointed at him) for the before mentioned - check.

As doctors and nurses poured into the room Dean kept up the show with added vigor. This was quite a work out to be tied to a bed...not exactly the kind of workout he'd ever envisioned himself having if he was tied to a bed...but still. He was in good shape so he was able to keep this up indefinitely ...at least for the amount of time he needed.

"What the hell?" One of the doctors screamed as he motioned the FBI agents back. "Lets uh...get him some diazepam and then I want Psych up here ...as in five minutes ago." The doctor looked back at the agents. "Look put the guns away before someone gets hurt. He's tied to a damn bed for Christ's sake." The doctor was obviously unnerved as he had yet to indicate a dosage. "Oh...5mg...go ahead and put the orders down for a repeat in two hours if psych hasn't shown up yet. And call me if that doesn't seem to be enough...I want him conscious when psych gets up here."

As the orders were put the petite brunette with the name badge that bore "Bethany Anderson" Slowly dispensed the liquid into his IV tubing so as not to get close enough for him to get a hold of her.

Dean lulled his head back briefly as the last scream tore through him softer...Dammit Bobby...you didn't mention acting under the influence. Dean suddenly felt a slight burn flowing up his arm as the drugs instantly attacked his system. It was a good five seconds before he felt like he was on a wild bar night bender. The room began to dance out of his vision as a drug enduced calm began to settle in. This was going to add a whole other level to the whole pretending to be crazy thing. Dean kept it up as best as he could as the doctor and others began to filter out leaving him with only Nurse Anderson.

"Better?" She whispered as his screaming had quieted to a mere shaking of his head as he muttered softly his mantra, insisting that something was still crawling over him. Dean blinked a few times before he worked up that glassy eyed splendor that Sam had perfected.

"Help me...Please..." Dean whispered. "They're all over me..."

"It's going to be alright Mr. Winchester." She swallowed hard. He guessed she hadn't seen to many people in his condition from her reaction. And her sympathy could prove useful. "Look Why don't I go see if I can get them to let you're friend in here for a minute. Maybe he can talk to you a minute." She smiled softly.

Dean acted as if he hadn't heard her.

"I'll see what I can do." She insisted.

Ok so the drugs weren't the best thing in the world. Dean shook his head now to clear his doubling vision. God, what was he thinking. They'd probably just tie him down in the Psych ward to. Dean smiled softly to himself, actually this wasn't all that bad. He felt kinda nice. At least that would give him a chance to possibly get a hold of something he could used to free himself.

Dean lost his smile as he noticed Hendrickson in the hallway just past the door...looking in on him. The man stood there...talking to the doctor and looked less then thrilled to be hearing about Dean's deteriorating condition.

"Dean." A soft whisper caused a chill to race through him. Dean looked away from the door the calm from the Valium leaving him instantly. "Dean..." It came again.

"Wha..." Dean's eyes widened. Maybe it was just the drugs.

"Dean, hey." Sam's breath seemed to hit his neck as if he was whispering against his neck and Dean jumped feeling his presence there.

"God, Sammy." Dean whispered looking from Hendrickson to Sam in terror. "Get outta here before they see you." He said in disbelief that Sam would risk so much to sneak into his room. The man had to be Houdini. Dean let the terror of possibly letting his brother get caught mingle with the relief from knowing that he was alive.

"Where am I?" Sam asked furrowing his brow. That's when Dean noticed that Sam was one...walking as if that were no small chore with ten broken toes...and two in a hospital gown.

"In...my..." Dean trailed off looking to Hendrickson again. The man didn't seem to see Sam. "Sam...you better not be dead." He whispered.

"I'm not. I'm in recovery...well my body is. Look I came to warn you. Hendrickson has lost it. He just tried to kill me in surgery." Sam had been having one hell of an out of body experience to enjoy that show. He was glad that Leah had taken some initiative though. "And I don't think he's finished."

"Wait you're in the this hospital? Why didn't you two blink back to Texas?" Dean paused finally letting it sink in that Hendrickson had gone off the deep end. That bastard. Dean should have known the pansy couldn't take seeing the real monsters. I'll kill him...he thought to himself tearing his glare fall to Hendrickson a moment.

"Long story." Sam replied quickly. "Look just watch out for Hendrickson..." Sam phased out a little. "Whoa...think the drugs might be wearing off...Dean, there's something else..."

"What?" Dean gasped out what else could there be. Sam was walking around out of his body, Hendrickson had lost his mind, and Dean was tied to a damn bed.

"I think they're moving me. I heard the Doctor talking about it. They haven't said anything to the FBI about it. I don't know where I'm going though, just that the air lift is scheduled in ten minutes."

"Wait ten minutes...Sam I can't even..."

"Hey I'm just going for a little ride...to another hospital." Sam reassured him. "They may transfer Leah too...I don't know yet."

"Sam..."

"I'd of thought you'd be out of here already." Sam laughed softly his body fading momentarily again.

"I'm working on it." Dean smiled back.

"Have a plan?" Sam chuckled.

"Oh yeah...Academy award stuff here." Dean nodded. "Hey I'll find you...you hear me."

"I know." Sam nodded. "Just watch your back, Dean." Sam faded completely and Dean let out a breath in frustration. Why couldn't he catch a break?!

"Mr. Winchester..." Dean turned his head in time to see a nice white coat clad Doctor with a clip board walking into his room...closing the door behind him...disrupting his view of Hendrickson.

'Show time' Dean thought to himself.