"Question 6. Do you and Dean have an equal partnership?"

"No, he acts like he's in charge. He acts like he always needs to save me. He always points out how he's saved me and I owe him." Sam hadn't needed all the guilt of Dean selling his soul for him. Who asked him to?

"Question 7. Does Dean try to control you?"

You ain't driving this boat. We're not going and that's that. "Yes."

"Question 8. Is it possible that Dean and your father made up supernatural creatures in order to keep you under their control?"

It certainly sounded like something they would do. "Maybe."

"Question 9. Has Dean ever tried to kill you?"

"Yes," Sam said, remembering the siren.

"What happened?" the doctor asked. He hadn't expected a yes to that .

"He tried to chop me up with an axe because he said I had changed. I wasn't his brother anymore."

"Question 10. Do you want to continue hunting supernatural creatures with Dean?"

"No." Dean was always yelling at him, degrading him. Plus, he had never liked hunting. He really didn't want to do it anymore. He had quit in the first place because he was scared all the time. It was only scarier now. He didn't want the whole weight of the world on his shoulders.

"That's good, Sam. That's enough for today."

SSS

"OK, looks like we've got a plan," Bobby said. It wasn't a good plan, but it could work.

"Let's go," Dean said. The sooner he got Sam back, the better.

SSS

"Here are your pills, Sam."

Sam just reached over and took the pills. He kind of liked them now. They made everything so much clearer. He knew there was no such thing as monsters when he took the pills. How could he have been so stupid for so long? How could he have let his father and brother control him so easily? How could he have not seen the fact that Dean or his father had killed Jessica to get him back?

"Question number 1. Have you ever killed a person because you thought they were a monster?"

Sam hung his head in his hands. He had. Those people were innocent. Someone's Jessica. He couldn't bring himself to answer.

The doctor didn't need an answer. He could see it. He knew that Sam knew what he had done. That was enough for now.

"Question number 2. What would you do if something that you thought was a monster came into the room right now?"

Sam didn't know. He couldn't kill it. It would probably be a person.

The door flung open. " He'd kill it," Dean said. He had a gun pointed at the doctor. "We're taking my brother."

The doctor looked up. This was obviously Dean. He didn't know who the older man was. He thought that the father was dead, but maybe he was wrong. "No, he needs to stay here so I can help him. I can help you, too." He knew how dangerous Dean was. He had killed a whole string of women in St. Louis. But if he could help him, he would have to try.

"I don't need help, buddy." Dean looked at Sam. He looked close to catatonic. "Come on, Sammy."

Sam was shaking. He didn't want to go with Dean. Dean would be pissed that he had realized the truth. He might even kill him. "No," he whispered.

"What?" Dean asked. He wasn't expecting resistance from Sam.

The doctor was worried. Dean was volatile and unpredictable. Right now the doctor's main priority was keeping Sam safe. The doctor started to stand slowly.

"Sit down!" Dean yelled. He couldn't shoot the doctor. He was a human and he probably felt he was doing the right thing, but there was no way he was leaving this place without Sam.

"Don't hurt him," Sam whispered. He wasn't sure that Dean would listen to him.

"I won't," Dean reassured Sam, confused. Sam knew that he wouldn't hurt people. Not unless they were a direct threat.

Sam looked towards the door and saw Bobby. He realized he was in on it, too. It was amazing how many people were in on the plan.

Bobby thought maybe there was some kind of brainwashing going on. The one thing he knew for sure was that this was taking too long. "Sam, we won't hurt the doctor if you come with us." No matter what else, he was sure that Sam's desire to protect innocent people would still be in place. Especially since he had just asked Dean not to hurt the doctor.

"OK," Sam said. He couldn't let anybody else get hurt because of him. The list was too long as it was.

Dean watched as Sam got shakily to his feet. He saw the straitjacket at the foot of the bed.

"Why don't you help the doctor into that straitjacket?" Dean suggested to Sam.

Sam looked at Dean and then down at the gun in his hand. He guessed he had no choice. "I'm sorry," he said to the doctor.

"You don't have to go with them. If you don't cooperate they'll never get out of here with you."

"But they'll hurt you. I can't let anybody else get hurt because of me."

When the jacket was on, Dean stuffed the doctor's handkerchief in his mouth, so he couldn't call for help. He pushed him down on the bed. "Come on, Sam," Dean repeated. He fully expected Sam to come to his senses any moment.

The doctor was shaking his head. Sam decided to walk out of the room with them and then he would make a run for it. He could only pray they wouldn't go back to take it out on the doctor. He preceded them out of the door and when they were about 20 feet away from the now locked door, he bolted. He didn't call for help, though. He didn't want to bring anyone else into it.

Sam was slow because of the pills. Dean was fast. He grabbed Sam. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry. Don't hurt me."

"Sammy, I would never hurt you," Dean said, "but we have to hurry." He grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him towards the exit that they had cleared a path to.

Sam went along with Dean because he had no choice. If he resisted someone would get hurt. Sam realized that Dean had been telling the truth. He wouldn't hurt him. He would take it out on someone else. Then he would let Sam know that it was all his fault that the person had died.