Dean and Martin headed to Bobby's. Dean needed to do some research on this Forest Glen place. Security, floor plans, any way to infiltrate, that sort of thing.

"Hey, Dean. Where's Sam?" Bobby asked when they pulled up and he noticed the passenger wasn't Sam.

"In a mental hospital called Forest Glen," Dean answered.

"Is that Martin?" Bobby asked, when Dean was out of the car. The whole hunting world knew about Martin's breakdown. He was considered untrustworthy and unreliable. Nobody knew if he would go crazy again in the middle of a hunt.

"Yeah. He'll be fine," Dean said, reading Bobby's mind. "He really helped with the asylum hunt. He actually saved my life."

"Well, I guess we owe him one, then," Bobby said, grudgingly. "Why is he still sitting in the car?"

Dean knocked on the glass. Martin jumped and got out. "Sorry, I was just thinking. Hey, Bobby," Martin said and looked down on the ground. He was going to be uncomfortable around hunters. He figured they pretty much all knew what he had done.

"So, what happened with Sam?" Bobby asked as the three of them headed into the house.

"The wraith made us go crazy and Sam got a little violent. They transferred him to a high security place."

"That's not good," Bobby pointed out.

"Really? Good thing you told me that. I was going to celebrate," Dean said.

"No, you weren't," Martin said, confused.

Dean rolled his eyes. He had noticed that Martin seemed to have lost the concept of sarcasm. Bobby booted up his computer and they began to research everything they could about Forest Glen and its employees.

SSS

The head doctor walked into Sam's room in the morning. Sam was groggy from all the drugs he was on.

"How are we today, Sam?"

"Tired," Sam said. He wasn't completely sure, but he thought something was wrong. He realized what it was. "My name is Alex."

"Eddie and Alex Van Halen. A little obvious for pseudonyms don't you think?"

"It is a weird coincidence. Did you get a lawyer for me?"

"Well, Sam, I ran your fingerprints. You're Sam Winchester. You're supposed to be dead, and you're wanted for a string of violent crimes. Do you want a lawyer and go to jail, or do you want to stay here and get better?"

"Stay here?" Sam asked.

"That's what I thought. Here are your meds for today," the doctor said, holding him two pills. After he had found out about Sam's past, he thought he needed drugs even more. This one was truly dangerous.

"I don't want them," Sam said. "Besides, I'm still in the straitjacket."

"Oh, yes, well open up."

Sam clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away. He felt like a difficult two year old, but he didn't want to be drugged up all the time.

"Sam, you can open your mouth, or we can inject you. It's up to you, but know that you are going to get these drugs in your system one way or another. If you choose the injection, I will double the dose." That was a lie, but the doctor figured it would get cooperation. He was right. Sam opened his mouth and the doctor placed the pill on Sam's tongue and gave him a drink of water. "Swallow."

Sam swallowed because he had no choice. If he spit it out he would just end up with more drugs, and his mouth was full of water, so he had to do something.

"Good boy. Let's start your first session."

Sam was already starting to feel loopy from the drugs. "Can I lie down?"

"After you answer ten questions truthfully." The doctor never gave anything without the patient earning it. He needed to make sure the patients did everything they were told. Of course, Sam wouldn't have much choice in the matter. The pills he had been given were going to make him very weak and meek. They would weaken his body and his mind would be slowed to the point that he wouldn't even think to lie. It was the next best thing to truth serum, if not quite as effective.

"Question number 1. When arrested, why do you and your brother try to absolve yourself of guilt by saying that you're fighting monsters?"

"Because it's the truth."

OK, obviously it wasn't true, but it was clear that Sam thought it was. That was interesting. He was dealing with massive delusions.

"Question number 2. When and how did you first find out that monsters exist?"

"When I was 8 years old, I found my father's journal and read it. It was all about how he hunted monsters. I confronted my brother and he said it was all true."

So, it was a whole family delusion. This poor kid never had a chance. He was going to fix him and he hoped that someday the father and brother would end up here, too, so he could help them.

"Question number 3. Why do you fight monsters?"

"My father made me. But he was right. We need to save people."

Interesting. They were on a crusade to save people. He wondered what had brought that on.

"Question number 4. How did your father find out about monsters?" He wasn't sure Sam would even know the answer to this.

"When I was a baby my mother died. Her stomach was slit and she was burned alive on the ceiling. My dad went to a psychic and he found out that something supernatural killed her. He decided to become a hunter to get revenge."

Burning on the ceiling? Impossible. He wondered if the father had killed the mother because she was having an affair. He then made up the monsters in his mind because he couldn't deal with the guilt. The need for revenge could have been a need to punish himself.

"Question number 5. Did he ever find what killed your mother?"

"Yes, it was a demon. My brother killed it about a year after my dad died. But my dad knew about it because he climbed out of Hell when it happened."

That was a lot to take in. But he still hadn't gotten to the root of his father's delusion. If he was going to help Sam, that was key.