Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from this in anyway.
A/N: Third chapter in a week! I would also like to point out that I also wrote a one shot for Supernatural called 'Home' and as usual I would like to see you review it for me. Also I know last chapter raised many questions and concerns and I hope that in this chapter I can address all of your worries. If I don't I hope you will let me know through review or messaging and I will do my best to answer them for you.
Previously
"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."
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
Standing back up she took a step back from the boy in the bed who is looking at her through half lidded eyes. Maybe she misdiagnosed? Schizophrenia maybe, "You look exhausted Dean I'll come back later to talk to you. Get some rest."
She tried to leave and brief Tony on his brother's backwards progress when her hand was grabbed as it was pushing her off the bed, "You gotta help me Doc."
Frowning sadly she answered the delirious teen, "Get some sleep Dean I promise it will help."
Dr. Cranston waited until the Dean let his breathing even out and half lidded; hazy eyes close their haunted stare.
She stood up from the bed walking out the door and locking it behind her before addressing the eldest Winchester, "It seems he is having an adverse reaction to the medicine and is taking longer him to wear it off then we expected."
"Will he be alright?" Tony asked worriedly trying to keep pace with the Doctor who was making notes in the file as they walked towards her office.
"I can't make promises right now, but I have some more research to do. I need to talk to Dean once he is lucid to see what he was talking about."
They were walking into her office and taking seats when Tony asked again, "When can I visit with him and bring him home?"
"You know I can't answer that with a final date."
"Then give me an estimate Rachel." He asked desperate to get any information he could.
"I would say you may be able to tentively visit by the end of the week during supervised visits, but as far as leaving I can't even estimate. Maybe by the end of the month, but I don't see it happening any sooner than that."
Shit, "If I bring in his homework would he be able to work on it? Keep his mind off things or his music?"
"We have tutors that volunteer here at the hospital and I'm sure one of them would be more than happy to work with Dean. As far as the music goes I-," She paused deliberating on how to say this without scaring the man, "Dean isn't going to be the same person you used to know. He will be different then you remember. You'll see when you talk to him. Just don't be afraid of him and treat him like you normally would ok? That's all they want."
He nodded silently before replying, "So you'll call me when I can see him or something else happens?"
"Of course Tony I will be having several extensive sessions with him and moving him to a single room. I can assure you there will be no more harassment." Dr. Cranston answered as the agent made his way towards her door.
Waving over his shoulder dejectedly he answered, "Just keep me updated."
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
"Abby will you help me with my Valentines?" Sam asked sitting at the kitchen table with piles of construction paper the Goth had bought for him so he could make cards to hand out for his party on Friday.
Coming from the kitchen where McGee was working on the Mac and Cheese; Abby come out answering, "I would love to Sam. How many do you need?"
Handing over the class list he replied, "All those and I want to make you guys each one along with Dean and Tony."
"That's a pretty big list Sammy-o; it looks like your gonna need all the help you can get." She answered with a smile as she grabbed the pink construction paper and started cutting out a heart.
"So when do you think Tony is going to be home?"
"I'm not sure he said, but he should be home shortly." McGee answered bringing out the pot of Mac and Cheese and made another trip with bowls and spoons before sitting down.
"I hope so because I want to know how Dean is."
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
"I've already told you McGee what happened didn't mean anything. I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression." Abby answered quietly seeing as it was nearing midnight and Sam had fallen asleep hours ago waiting for Tony to get home.
"I thought things had changed." McGee said running his eyes past the clock and to the door.
"I'm sorry McGee." Abby answered softly giving her friend a hug in hopes of repairing the awkwardness that had been building around them for the past month.
Before either one had a chance to reply there was scraping at the door and the wood was pushed in by Gibbs who was dragging a stumbling, laughing Tony behind him.
"What happened Boss?" McGee asked coming over to help the drunken younger man to sit on something before he fell over.
"Apparently he decided to toss a few back. Got a call from the bartender who went through his contacts and called me; pretty surprised he is still awake." Gibbs answered, "How is Sam?"
"Sleeping. Did he say how Dean is?" Abby asked looking to the head agent for any news at all.
"He's right here," They all turned to the slurred voice that was coming towards them from the kitchen table.
"Alright smart ass how's Dean doing?"
"Besides going crazy and getting into fights in the Looney Bin. Nothing major just a little Bipolar here a couple of hallucinations there nothing to worry about." Tony continued to slur out as the smell of alcohol started to fill the room making it occupants wonder just how much the man had consumed.
"Is he gonna come home?"
They all turned to the small voice coming from the hallway, Sam had managed to sneak up on them and who knows how long he had managed to listen in on their conversation, "Who knows kid. Might just be me and you."
"Anthony Winchester!" Abby screamed slapping Tony across the face, "Don't say that. Can't you see your scaring your brother?"
Attempting to turn around nearly falling from his spot on the wood chair he saw Sam coming towards him with watery eyes. As the little boy came closer he stopped and sniffed, "You smell like Dad used to after you left. You'll be better in the morning." He whispered before going to give Gibbs a hug, "I'm going back to bed."
The ten year old returned back down the dark hallway leaving a somber looking Tony in his wake and angry NCIS agents waiting for something.
"Fuck," Tony mumbled as he stumbled towards the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, "Fuckity fuck fuck. Damn it!" He yelled slamming his fist into the cupboard and spinning around to knock pots and plates off the island crashing down to the floor causing some to break and some to crash loudly as they collided with the tile, "Shit!"
"Come sit down and get some coffee in ya and then let's talk." Gibbs directed pulling the struggling man to the kitchen table and sent a look to his teammates that none of them were leaving tonight and that they had better take a seat.
It was quiet as they waited for the coffee to brew. The only sounds that could be heard was the dripping of the brown liquid and some sobs coming from the occupied bedroom in the back of the apartment.
"Now drink some of this and then I want you to tell us what really happened," Gibbs said coming back with four mugs of coffee and Abby went to the back room to give Sam a mug of her special hot chocolate.
Tony sipped on the hot liquid and waited until Abby was ready before he started, "They aren't sure when Dean is coming home. Rachel said it could be anywhere from a couple of weeks to longer and she said we might be able to visit at the end of the week if he improves."
"Alright now what was this about Bipolar and fights?" Abby asked leaning forward in an attempt to get every last detail.
"He was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder and is starting treatment as we speak. Dr. Cranston said it was manageable with the right medication and that it might take some time for them to find the right one for him."
He paused to drink again and apologize, "I'm so sorry I'm such an ass about things. I messed things up with all of you and now Sam's fucking scared of me. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry and finish telling us what happened." McGee interrupted before taking a sip of coffee.
"Other then he broke two noses and bit his nurse during the group session yesterday and was sedated before being sent to isolation I know about as much as you guys do."
It was quiet before he stood up and turned a violent shade of green, "Oh god I think I'm gonna hurl." No more had he said that and he tossed his cookies all over the hallway carpet and started to sway dangerously into the mess.
"Oh no you don't," Gibbs answered leaning him against his side motioning for McGee to come forward, "McGee help me get him to bed."
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
It was Tuesday morning and Rachel was finishing her morning sessions when she decided to venture down to isolation where Dean was being kept until they could deem him safe enough to return to his room. Coming to a slow stop outside the room she found him pacing the room and the empty tray of breakfast food was left to cool on the bed.
Swiping her keycard over the lock she slipped into the room unbeknownst to the teen, "Good morning Dean. Aren't you hungry?"
Spinning around with anger in his eyes he spat out, "I'm not hungry. I just want to get out of this damn place."
Looking back she was assured by the large orderly outside the door that she would have back up if she needed it. Sitting down on the bed, "I'm sorry you're so angry Dean, but you need to get better before you can leave."
"I'm fine. Can I leave now?"
"You're not fine and no you can't leave now. I have some questions for you."
Sighing with annoyance he sat down in the center of the room where he could carefully watch the doctor and orderly, "Ask away."
"Yesterday when I came in you said you were talking to your Demons, what did you mean? Were you seeing something?"
Squinting his eyes he answered, "Not at liberty to say."
"Ok then if you're not gonna answer then how about this; did you take the medicine the nurse brought in this morning?"
"Maybe, maybe not. What's it to you?"
"It's my job to make sure you are improving so you can go home with your brothers, but if you can't take your medicine and improve by yourself then I can't do anything to help you and you'll end up like Frank. You don't want that do you?" Rachel asked knowing she hit a nerve and hoped it wouldn't be the wrong one.
"I'm not like Frank not even close. So lady just leave me alone I'm just fine."
Sighing she got up and slowly started towards the door, "I guess if you really don't want to see your brothers outside of this hospital then this isn't such a bad deal. Three squares a day, annoying roommates, constant supervision, no free time, and since you're in isolation sponge baths by Herman here," She replied pointing to the large bald headed orderly next to her, "I mean who am I to judge. If you like it here I would be more than happy to let you stay. I just think it might get a little lonely after awhile is all." She said hiding her smile as she motioned for Herman to follow her out of the room and started to open the door.
"Yes. Yes I fucking took the pills Benny brought in."
Seeing as the boy wouldn't be a problem she motioned for the nurse to leave and turned around, "Glad to hear that Dean. Anything else you want to talk about?"
"Nothing I'm fine. When can I see my brothers?"
"I'm afraid I can't let you see them for awhile not until I'm sure you aren't dangerous to anyone. I'm sorry."
"I won't hurt them I promise I just want to see them."
She could see the sorrow in his eyes as he begged her to let him see his brothers, "I'm sorry I can't do that."
"Fine then leave! Leave damn it!" Dean screamed getting up from his spot on the floor and started towards her, but was stopped by Herman who barged into the room and started to restrain him, "Just leave. You can't help me anyway no one can!"
She watched as he was man handled into the restraints on the bed and forced to lie on the bed watching her like a snake ready to strike, "I'll be back later Dean and I'll expect answers."
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
"Hey Sammy," Tony said wincing as he pushed himself against the headboard taking the Tylenol and water left on his nightstand before patting the bed next to him for the brown haired boy slipping into his room, "come sit with me. I think we need to talk anyway."
He watched as Sam jumped on the bed swiftly and dug into the covers and turned to look at him, "Are you feeling better?"
"I am thank you for asking," he answered rubbing the already messy brown hair, "You know I think it might be about time to get you a hair cut Sam."
"No! I like it" Sam answered horrified at the aspect of the possibility.
"Calm down I was just kidding Sam," Tony answered unsure of how to broach the next subject, "Listen about last night-"
"Don't worry I understand. Dad use to be like that a lot after you left and Dean always told me I should leave him alone when he was like that."
Gazing to the ceiling he added that to the list of things he needed to thank Dean for, "It's not alright buddy and I shouldn't have scared you like I did. It was wrong what I did and I'm sorry. Now if you have a minute I want to tell you how Dean really is."
That got the boy's attention, "He's not gonna die is he?"
"No, he isn't going to die Sam. But things are going to be different around here for awhile ok? Dr. Cranston diagnosed him with Bipolar Disorder which means that he has severe mood swings and sometimes he won't be able to control them. Now with the medicine he is starting it should be better, but we are going to have to keep an eye on him ok? Think you can help me with that?" Tony asked as Sam thought over what he was saying and nodded in agreement.
"Of course I'll help you out I just want Dean back I miss him."
"So do I?"
"When is he coming back?"
"They don't know yet. There have been some obstacles the last couple of days and they aren't sure when we can bring Dean home, but hopefully we can visit him soon. Does this make sense to you Sam?" He asked hoping he hadn't scared his brother more instead of helping him.
"Yeah I think so."
"And you'll ask me any questions if you have them?"
"Yes Tony."
Sensing that they had covered what they needed to he stumbled out of bed and caught sight of the clock signaling it was nearing noon, "Seeing as we are both playing hooky today what do you say we grab lunch and hit a museum?"
Sam's acknowledgement to his offer was running from the room to get ready.
SPN NCIS SPN NCIS
It was nearing the end of her office hours when she decided to stop once more by Dean's room where he was restrained and being feed by the orderlies. Stopping outside the observation room she found Dean glaring at the plain white wall occasionally pulling at the leather straps hooking him to the bed.
"Betty can you back me?" Rachel asked catching one of the orderlies attention and went into the room, "Good evening Dean. How are you feeling?"
"I'd be feeling much better if you let me go. Seriously leather straps kind of kinky if you ask me." Dean smart alecked back at her.
"Deflection. Great coping method, but I just want to know how you are doing. Nothing hard just a yes or no would suffice. So let's try this again; are you feeling well?"
"Yes."
"Good job now let's try another one. Would you mind telling me who the 'demons' you were talking to earlier were?"
"Yes"
"It would be really nice to know so that way if the medicine is making you hallucinate I can switch them and you won't have to suffer. Do you know why I'm keeping you here Dean?"
"Yes."
"Really you know what I think you are suffering from?"
"Yes"
"Well share with the rest of the class," She asked testing to see how far this kid would go before he would crack. Truthfully she thought it would have already happened.
"Bipolar. You should really tell Tiny out there he should keep files out of reach of patients with sticky fingers," Dean answered as he unlatched his arms from the bed holding up a paperclip, "really a bad idea."
Stunned she pulled the metal device away from the patient and was already forming a reprimand for Herman's file, "How did you do that?"
"I like to think it's my charm."
At least he was talking again, "I just want to talk to you Dean, help you. As much as you think I don't want to help you I really do. I know you have had some unfortunate events happen the last couple of months, but I think I can help you."
Sitting up and reaching for his legs so he could pace the room he scuffed, "Unfortunate? If that's what you call your Dad being killed when you should have been with him, then sure lots of unfortunate things happen to me. Like my mom being killed or Sammy nearly being killed when he was younger then sure bad things happen to me, lots of bad things."
"That sounds like a lot of pressure to be on your shoulders at such a young age. You couldn't have stopped any of that from happening." She tried to reassure him as he more aggressively paced the room, but stopped to stare at her.
"Couldn't stop it? Couldn't stop it? I'm the cause of every damn thing that happened to my family. I'm the reason my Dad's dead, the reason Sammy never knew his Mom and I'm sure as hell the reason my brother has had some many close calls with death. I'm nothing but bad luck in this family."
She watched as green eyes switched from angry to scared to resigned, "Dean that isn't your fault. It would have happened anyway."
He was crying now big tears streaming down his face as he screamed at her, "It's my damn fault and every time I look in the mirror I'm reminded of my failure to my family. The scars I have because the only way I could protect them was jumping in front of them because I was to slow on the uptake to prevent the pain all together. Every time I look in the mirror all I see is disappointment looking back at me and I'm sorry doctor there isn't a thing you can do to help me."
She was lost for words. In all of her years of counseling she had never heard something like that. So much hopelessness and sadness in one voice, the thousand year stare on a boy barely in his teens.
"You can't help me. No one can."
"Get some sleep Dean. We'll talk in the morning." She offered grabbing the tray off the end of the bed and turned to leave the room.
Standing in the hallway she closed the door and slid down against it with tears running from her eyes.
Shaking her head at her earlier thoughts; no not misdiagnosed just scared.
Reviews?