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A/N: Two chapters in less than a week? Crazy I know. Also I just published a Supernatural one-shot called 'Sitting on the end of the World' I would encourage you all to read and review it.
P.S I only received two reviews last chapter Thank you to those of you who reviewed though.
Previously
This case was going to be hard to crack, but Dean was worth it.
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"And you're sure that's everything? You haven't left anything out?" Rachel Cranston asked again as she jotted down notes and cradled the phone on her shoulder.
"I'm sure Dr. Cranston I can't think of anything else. Like I mentioned earlier until December they weren't living with me on a permanent basis and I hadn't seen them since the summer." Tony answered from the other end of the line.
"Call me Rachel," she answered looking over her notes to make sure she didn't have any questions before replying, "I guess that is all I needed from you. I'm sorry again about the late call but this is the first free moment I had today."
"Not a problem," there was a pause and she was beginning to think Tony had hung up on her when she heard him question tiredly, "When can I see him?"
This was always the hardest part for her. Telling family members she wasn't sure their beloved family member might not be able to handle their presence or that the state mandated they couldn't see them for 72 hours in the beginning. Frankly this part of her job sucked, "I can assure that Dean is in goo-"
"That's not what I asked Rachel."
"I don't know. The earliest is Monday, but I have to see how group goes tomorrow and how he is acting. I will however have you come in on Monday regardless to talk about treatment plans and such. What time are you available?"
She could practically hear the resigned sigh and thump of a head hitting the wall before she got a reply, "I'm free. Pick a time and I'll be there."
"How does 3'o clock Monday afternoon sound?" Dr. Cranston asked reaching for her planner and paging forward towards the day and started to pencil him in.
"I'll be there. Can I bring his Ipod? He loves his music and I'm sure he would like to have something to listen too." The eldest Winchester asked.
"We'll see. I can't make any decisions like that right now. Ok so I have you down for Monday at three."
"I'll be there."
"Have a good evening Tony and I'll see you then." She answered hanging up and leaning back in her leather chair.
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Taking a swig of his beer Tony slipped down the front of his refrigerator. What was Dean doing right now? Was he sleeping or was he lying awake in his room? Did he hate him?
He had just gotten off the phone with Rachel and he felt like he didn't know anymore then he did an hour ago when she called asking questions. It was Sunday now and that meant he had two days before he could find out what was wrong with his brother and when he could bring him home. When things could return to the strange normal they knew.
He was taking another gulp of the alcohol when he heard the phone ring next to him. Reaching for it he answered, "What do you want?"
"It's Bobby. I just got your message." The older man answered gruffly.
"You mean the message I left you a month ago? Where the hell were you Singer! I needed you and you couldn't even check your fucking phone!" He questioned yelling now and he couldn't get himself to give two shits because damn it he needed Bobby and he wasn't there.
"Now you calm yourself boy or so help me I'll give you an ass whooping that you won't ever forget." Was the angry response he got in return.
"I needed you and you weren't there. Pastor Jim was gone and you were too." He was near tears now.
"Me and the Pastor were deep undercover trying to take down a nest of vamps and we just got back, sorry kid. What is it you needed?" Bobby asked sounding more concerned.
"It's Dean,"
"What did the idjit do this time? Is he getting better, finally talking again?" He asked hopeful.
"He tried to kill himself."
And then there was that, "Is he doing better? Do you want me and Jim to come out? We can be on the first flight there."
He shook his head before he realized Bobby couldn't see him, "Won't do much good now. He just woke up yesterday and now he is in the Psych ward. I have an appointment with his Doctor on Monday. You and Jim just stay where you are. I have everything under control here." Like hell he had everything under control.
"You better keep me informed boy or you'll have another thing coming to ya."
"I know Bobby. Just make sure you keep your phone on you this time." He answered swallowing the rest of his beer and rolling the glass bottle across the floor.
"Don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon. Damn vamp broke my arm. But you remember Tony that if you need me or Jim or anything you can call us or your team. You aren't alone and never have been."
"I know Bobby."
"I'll talk to you later Tony," Bobby answered and as he was about to hang up he added, "Make sure you get some sleep. You sound exhausted."
Shutting his phone he reached above him into the fridge and grabbed another beer. Pulling off the cap he realized he was in for another long night.
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"Good Morning boys' breakfast is in 15 minutes." Benny yelled in the door waking both Frank and Dean who had both just fallen asleep a couple hours prior, kept up by the others restless behavior.
"Well kid you heard the man. Sunday's are always the best we get real food." Frank answered walking towards the door as Dean didn't make a move to follow, "He ain't going away you may as well get up."
Dean shrugged and snuggled further into his bed. Watching the blank white walls with fascination he couldn't stop thinking about what Frank had said last night. It was bothering him. Should he act like he was alright even when he wasn't? Dad always yelled at him when he did that when he was hurt. How was this any different?
"Dean come on you have another busy day ahead of you. We have doughnuts for breakfast." Benny bribed coming in again and sitting on the edge of the bed where Dean curled himself into a ball, "After group and Dr. Cranston you can come back here and take a nap if you want, but until then you to get a move on."
Realizing he wasn't going to get a break Dean sat up and reluctantly tossed the blanket to the side and stood up on his shaky legs. Damn them and their weakness.
"You got 10 minutes to eat this morning and then you have group. Let's get going."
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"Good morning everyone; how are you all doing?" Dr. Cranston asked as she took her spot at the head of the circle while the rest of the chairs were dragged around to form a circle in the small dayroom.
Mumbled responses came from the occupants but nothing coherent could be made out, "Well I'm glad that you are all doing well. Now as I'm sure you have noticed we have a new face joining us this morning. His name is Dean," looking she found Dean sandwiched between Frank and Benny who had been roped into helping with the morning session as Dean clung to him when he tried to leave to make his other rounds, "would you like to introduce yourself?"
He shook his head and looked at his hands that were tucked between his thighs in an attempt to warm them.
"Kid's a scaredy cat is what he is." Frank taunted and was met by laughs from the other patients making the boy turn bright red.
"That is enough Frank. You of all people should know we don't judge people in this circle. Now how about you introduce yourself?" Dr. Cranston reprimanded sternly making a note in her notebook for future reference.
"Fine at least I'm not a pussy," he said standing up with a smile, "My name's Frank Devereaux and I'm 26 and my family was murdered. Apparently I had a psychotic break or something." He answered sitting down again.
"Very good Frank, thank you for sharing. Now would anyone else like to share?"
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Dean sighed. This was the most boring thing he ever had to sit through and that was saying something. He just wanted to go back to his room and go to sleep, but instead he was stuck listening to crap from a bunch of twenty something business executives or writers or other people he couldn't give two shits about complain about their problems. He was bored and he wanted out.
"We have all shared Dean. Are you sure you wouldn't at least like to share something?" He heard Dr. Cranston ask from across the circle and he shook his head looking to the wall clock and saw he had been sitting here for nearly two hours already.
"Come on little baby say something. What's wrong your little girl friend dumped you?" He heard the familiar voice chide from next to him. That Frank ass was seriously getting annoying.
"This is your last warning Mr. Devereaux you will be removed if you can't calm down." Benny said from besides him.
He saw the older man raise his hands in mock surrender before answering, "Oh don't worry about little old me over here I just don't understand what the kid is doing here. We all have real problems and he probably just lost his girlfriend or his little kitty cat."
And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Jumping up Dean screamed, "Fuck you Frank. Fuck you and everyone here. You don't know me. You don't know what I've been through." He said getting right into the older man's face and ended it with a punch to the man's face causing the bold rimmed glasses to fall off his face and the satisfying sound of breaking cartilage to fill the room, "You don't know me Frank and you never will. Your full of shit and I hate you." He continued to scream as he felt arms trying to pull him away from the cowering older man in front of him as he continued to scream.
"Calm down Dean."
Turning around he started to yell at Dr. Cranston, "I can't calm down. I'm sick of being told what to do. You don't even know me. You don't care about me. Just fuck off."
He wanted to continue yelling and screaming at everyone letting his anger out, but he felt a prick in his neck and everything started to look hazy before it all went dark.
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Rachel watched as Dean started swinging at the orderlies that had rushed into the room and tried to take the boy away. It scared her it really did; seeing so much anger in such a young person. She wasn't going to push Dean to talk, but she was hoping that she could get him to start sooner or later.
Everyone sat in stunned silence as Dean was sedated and rolling away in a gurney towards the isolation room that many of them had only heard about, "Ok. That wraps up our session today. You are all free to go; I'll stay behind if any of you want to talk about what just happened."
She looked up and saw Frank still sitting in his chair trying to stem the blood coming from his nose, "Benny take Frank to get his nose set. Looks like Mr. Winchester packs a good punch."
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He woke up in stages. First he could hear the voices of people talking, and then he could see the whiteness that surrounded him. Slowly he started to sit up and he found his arms and legs trapped to the bed. He was struggling to get the padded straps from around his wrists and ankles when he started yelling, "Somebody help me! Get me out of here. What did I do to deserve this! Help me!"
He screamed. Screamed his lungs out and he couldn't help but think that it felt good. So good to scream and yell. Shake and twist and there was nothing they could do to stop him.
"Let me out of here! Help me!" He could feel the leather start to chaff away at his bared skin. He knew it wouldn't cut into him like rope would, but it would probably still wear away at his skin.
He heard the door start to open and he immediately turned his attention towards it waiting to see who was coming to help him.
"Hey Dean you really got yourself in a pickle this time didn't you?"
"Dad?"
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Dean had been sedated for nearly 24 hours when Tony walked into the office of Dr. Cranston that Monday, "I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Cranston. My name is Tony Winchester."
"Ahh yes there you are. You can go right on through those doors she should be waiting for you." The secretary answered pointing to a set of solid oak doors and he nodded his approval before walking in and seeing the doctor behind her desk.
"I guess you and Kate really are sisters." He answered stepping into the room and seeing the Doctor for the first time.
He watched as the brunette looked up from her paper work and smiled at him, "So this is the playboy Tony Winchester she told me about. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I hate that it is under these circumstances."
"I could say the same. So how is he?"
He watched as she nervously ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "I would like to say he has made tremendous improvements but I can't, at least not in the direction I had hoped."
"What do you mean? Is he ok?" He asked moving to the edge of his seat.
"He has been sedated since yesterday morning when he attacked another patient-"
"What do you mean he attacked another patient? Was he provoked? Is he alright?" Tony asked getting more nervous by the minute.
"Oh Dean's alright except for being sedated in isolation. I can't say the same for my orderlies or his victim. Two broken noses and his nurse was bitten. The only good thing to come out of this is that we did get Dean talking or at least yelling." She added as an afterthought.
"Can I see him?"
"Oh I'm not done yet. I would like to talk to you about my proposed treatment for Dean."
"Ok go on."
"After spending Saturday with your brother and watching his violent outburst yesterday I have come to conclude that he is suffering from Bipolar Disorder. It is treatable with medication and I would like to start him on it immediately."
"How will this affect him? Will it change him?"
"It may take a couple of tries to find the right medicine for him, but he should be able to better handle the losses and himself. I would also recommend that he stay here for awhile until he has made some progress."
Tony took a minute to think it over before giving the go ahead, "Do whatever you think is best Doc."
Smiling she nodded before writing something down, "That's great thank you Tony. I'll get him started right away on Quetiapine."
"Can I see him now?"
"Sure follow me. Although I can't say he will be awake yet we had to use some heavy sedation to get him down."
They quickly exited the office and down the hallway towards the heavier guarded rooms. She stopped as they came to the first one that had an observation window. He stopped beside her and looked in and was surprised to see his little brother awake and talking.
"Who is he talking too? I thought you said he was in isolation." Tony asked.
"He is having a hallucination right now. It's a side effect of the drugs we used on him." Rachel answered looking at her watch and saw that it was well after the time the medicine should have worn off. With a frown she answered, "It should have worn off hours ago. Let me make sure everything is ok."
Stepping into the room she turned to Dean as he continued to weakly struggle against the restraints, "Hey Dean. How are you feeling?"
The boy in the bed tried to answer, but nothing came out. His voice was gone from screaming and yelling.
"Who were you talking to before?" She asked coming closer to see if she could hear him at all, "Can you tell me who you were talking to?"
Leaning her ear close to his mouth she heard the faint whisper, "My demons."
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