Dean barged into the doctor's office with the nurse hot on his trail, saying that he needed an appointment. Lily was right behind her. Face to face with the doctor, Dean said he was Sam's brother and he wanted to know why he couldn't see Sam. The doctor told the nurse it was okay, so she left, and the doctor continued.
"He's on our locked psychiatric floor."
Lily sat down in the chair with her hand to her mouth. More crap thrown at them. But could they really be surprised? The doctor said Sam was experiencing a full-blown psychotic episode, and they couldn't get him to go to sleep, even though they had pumped him full of sedatives.
"I need to see my brother."
The doctor nodded, with some hesitation, then looked at Lily. "I'll have to ask you to stay here."
"She's comin'," Dean said.
"Sir, I'm sorry..."
"Look, if my brother is as bad off as you say he is... I'm gonna need her..." Dean looked at Lily, worry all over his face. "I need you with me."
Lily stood and put her hand to his cheek, and Dean leaned into it. "Let me talk to him for a minute, okay?"
Dean nodded, and Lily pulled the doctor aside and spoke softly. "I know you have rules, and they're in place for a reason, but these guys have been through so much recently. Last year, Dean lost a close friend. More recently they just lost an uncle who was like a father to them. And, since then, I lost our baby... mine and Dean's. Sam is the only family Dean has left. He needs to be there for Sam... and I need to be there for him. Please."
The doctor reluctantly agreed and took Dean and Lily to see Sam, but let them enter the room alone. Sam was lying on the bed, leaning against wall.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked.
"Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight," Sam said, trying to lighten the situation.
Lily went to Sam and pulled his head to her, embracing his shoulders. "You promised me you would go lie down. What the hell happened?"
"I did lie down... and the noise just got louder. It all got so real. I guess I thought I could out-run it. I don't know."
Dean sat on the edge of the bed. "Sam, I'm gonna find you help."
Sam scoffed and looked away. He and Dean argued over the idea of a faith healer and the fact that Castiel had warned them what could happen if they put Sam's soul back.
"Screw Cas!" Dean said. "Quit being Dalai frickin' Yoda about this, okay? Get pissed!"
"I'm too tired," Sam said. "This is what happens when you throw a soul into Lucifer's dog bowl. And you think there's just gonna be some cure out there?"
Dean nodded and left the room.
"Dean..." Lily called.
"Let him go," Sam said. "He's gonna have to face it, sooner or later."
Lily turned to Sam with a sad look on her face. "You know, Sam. I never thought you would be the one to give up hope. Especially knowing that your brother would move Heaven and Hell to help you."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Sam said. "Don't let him do anything stupid, Lily."
Lily walked out and found that Dean was just outside the door. "You okay?"
"I'm sorry about this morning."
"Dean, now's not the time."
"Yes, it is. You and Sam are all I have left. I can't lose either of you. Especially not over some stupid argument."
"You won't lose me over an argument, Dean. Not unless you push me away. And even then, I won't make it easy." Lily hugged him, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He buried his face in her neck for a moment before pulling away. "We have to go. I've got some of Bobby's things in the trunk... a couple of address books. I'll make some calls and see if I can get Sam some help."
Back at Lily's cabin, Dean was getting more and more frustrated as each number he called failed to provide any help. He tossed one of Bobby's books onto the table and went to the fridge for a beer. As he pulled out a can, the book fell onto the floor and a business card fell out. Dean called the cell number written on the back and left a message.
Dean was still researching healers when his phone rang. Lily couldn't gather much from just Dean's side of the call, but when he hung up, he closed the laptop and stood.
"Let's go."
"Go where?"
"Colorado. I may have found someone to help Sam. I'll tell you more on the way."
The guy Dean had left a message for had called back with a name: Emmanuel. It seemed like he was the real deal. You had to talk to his wife to get to him, so that's where they headed. Dean rang the bell and a man came out and said that he was Emmanuel. Dean began to explain Sam's problem, but saw a woman bound and gagged through the window. When he turned back to the man, his eyes went black. Dean instinctively pulled Lily behind him. The demon moved in on Dean, but Dean quickly pulled out the demon knife, taking care of his attacker and sending him flying down the porch steps to land at the feet of another man. When Dean's eyes land on this new man's face, his expression changes. Lily sees shock, and doesn't know why.
"What was that?" the man asked.
"It was... a demon," Dean replied, his expression unchanged.
Lily grabbed Dean's arm and whispered as the man looked down at the body at his feet. "Dean, who is that?"
"It's Castiel."
Lily's eyes grew wide. "The angel? The one who got you from Hell?"
"Yeah."
"I thought you said he died?"
Before Dean could say anything, Castiel went up the stairs to the porch and through the front door, heading for the bound woman. He thanked Dean for protecting his wife, and introduced himself as Emmanuel. Dean told him all about Sam. Now he knew why Emmanuel was able to heal people. He was really an angel. Though he seemed to have no memory of anything before meeting his wife. Emmanuel agreed to see Sam, and they hit the road, back to Indiana.