Disclaimer: If Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki wrote a fanfiction on here, would they have to say no...?

A/N: Hola mi amigas (y amigos?). Haha, ok, so my Spanish kindda sucks-- two semesters of it in University doesn't quite qualify me for much. So tonight's one shot is one that's been on my computer for a long time, and kind of really sucks because Dean's a real wuss in it. Haha... but maybe it works, who knows-- I just wanted to post it on here to make all my other stories look better. Thank you all so much for your support on my last story, it meant a lot! And now I want to do something that might interest you all. I've asked before what your guys' favorite story was so far, so now I'll let you know some stuff of what I think of my writing...
favorite story: Oh man... it's such a hard choice... but I'm going to go with 'I Always Wanted to be a Fireman'... a hard choice, but I remember writing that one, and not once thinking 'oh man this sucks'.
least favorite story: Haha... this one? Umm... yeah, either this one or 'Dean Winchester' because that story just didn't cut it for me.
hardest story to write: By far the hardest one was The Search of the Titles! That one took me hours to write-- it was unbelievably hard to fit the titles in while making real sentences.
easiest story to write: Surprisingly it was 'To Say Goodbye'. Even though it was the 6th oneshot I posted, it was the second one I ever wrote, and I remember it came so quickly and easily.
Well-- hope that entertained you-- now, off to read, review and enjoy!

Title: Shocked
Genre: Suspense
Summary: Another asylum turns Dean into a very convincing Dr Jekyll who seems to think it's Sam's turn to be punished.

Shocked

Sam hated asylums ever since the last one they'd visited, and he'd tried to kill Dean. But Dean had insisted that nothing would happen at this one-- promised him that he'd keep Sam safe. There was a poltergeist in the hospital that would lock people in rooms.

That was it; nothing more.

Dean had started acting different and strange after he'd been locked in a small room. It was a terrifying few minutes with yelling and banging coming from both sides of the door. The end result was both brothers being absolutely sure that each other was alright, and then moving on with much more caution. If only Sam had known what had happened in that room. Maybe if he had known he wouldn't have turned his back on Dean.

Sam was unconscious mere seconds later.

When the younger brother awoke, the sun was shinning brightly in through the grim on the windows. He was laying down, and when Sam tried to move his legs or arms, he immediately found that he had been strapped to a bed.

"Ohh…" Sam moaned, closing his eyes, the memories of what had happened running through his head, "Damn it."

Straining, he lifted his head up and looked around the small room. He was clearly still in the hospital, and Sam spotted numerous counters off to one side, and a large lamp over his head. A tray with different instruments sat beside the bed he was in, and a desk with a wheeled chair sat against the far wall giving clue that he was in a doctors examining room.

"Dean…" Sam muttered out before speaking louder, "Dean!"

"Ahh, you're awake," Dean walked over with a smile on his face, "So good to see that you made it through your fit."

"Fit?" Sam scrunched up his eyebrows, "…listen Dean, something happened to you. You're not--"

"Come now Samuel," Dean shook his head sadly, "You're not going to make this more difficult than it has to be, are you?"

Curiosity got the better of Sam, "What more difficult?"

Dean's voice softened sinisterly, "You know what happens when you have one of your fits Samuel. We can't let it go unpunished."

"Dean please," Sam strained against the restraints, "Something possessed you. We need to figure this out."

"The only thing we need to figure out," Dean sat on the chair and wheeled over to the small table by the bed, "Is what voltage we want to use."

"Voltage?" Sam swallowed hard.

"Your shock treatment isn't going to go away if you play stupid," Dean spoke harshly, "You were a bad boy Samuel, and bad boys need to be punished!"

"Dean, no, no…" Sam gasped out.

"And where do you get off calling me Dean?" again, Dean's voice was angry, "You will address me as 'Sir' or 'Doctor'… do you understand?"

Sam remained silent.

"Do you understand?!"

"Yes Sir," Sam whispered.

"Very good," Dean stood to his feet and looked down at the small machine, "Now-- I think your reluctance and attitude deserves a full 200. Don't you?"

"Please!" Sam begged, "You just-- you have to fight it Dean. This is me; Sam!"

"I know exactly who you are Samuel, and I don't care!" Dean barked back just as loudly.

"I'm your brother," Sam tried desperately, tears prickling at his eyes.

Dean's voice was silent and cold as he spoke, "My brother died when he was a baby in a fire. I have no family."

"No, no," Sam shook his head, "I'm your brother Dean. I didn't die in the fire-- you saved me! You have to believe me."

"If you're lucky," Dean picked up a large rubber tongue depressor, "This will kill you."

"Please, please," Sam spoke near a whisper, "Please don't let it do this to me Dean. Please…"

Dean roughly stuck the instrument into Sam's mouth, then turned towards the shock machine. With a loud hum, he turned it on to full, and picked up something that looked like a stethoscope with large rubber balls at the end.

"Hang on tight Samuel," Dean grinned, "This may hurt."

Sam's whole body shook, tears rolling gently down his cheeks. As Dean leaned over him, the instrument running with enough current to kill a person clutched in his hands, Sam caught sight of his big brothers eyes; completely black. It terrified Sam more than the thought that he may be killed, and slowly, in a last, desperate hope, Sam shook his head back and forth.

"No…" Dean suddenly gasped, his eyes flashing their emerald green.

Sam's heartbeat quickened, his tears of fear continuing to roll onto the sheets bellow him.

"Don't hurt… Sammy," Dean struggled out of his mouth.

Suddenly Dean's neck and back arched in pain, a sickening yell escaping his mouth. The black essence of evil shot out of Dean's opened mouth as he continued to cry out in pain before collapsing onto the ground in a heap.

Sam struggled harder than ever to move, or to somehow get the depressor out of his mouth; all to no avail. It seemed to take an eternity before Dean groaned and sat up.

"What--" the older Winchester struggled to comprehend his surroundings, "Sam…?"

Sudden, vivid memories washed over Dean as he shot to his feet, staring in terror at the bed which Sam was strapped to.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out leaping over in one step, "…oh God."

Within seconds Dean had grabbed the large piece of plastic out of Sam's mouth.

"Dean," Sam immediately spoke, "Dean…"

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered out, frantically undoing Sam's arms and legs, "I'm sorry Sammy… I'm so sorry."

Sam just stared for the nearly twenty seconds it took Dean to do this task.

"Dean," Sam finally whispered out hoarsely, "Is it you?"

Sam sat up fully in the bed as Dean walked over, and covered the majority of his face with his hand; nodding feebly as a stray tear marked its way down.

"Dean," Sam spoke slowly, forcing his own emotions not to flow over, "Are you ok?"

"Sammy," Dean's voice sounded weak and more scared than Sam could ever remember hearing it, "Sammy… I--"

Sam smiled and interrupted him, "You kept me safe."

Dean let out a hiccoughed laugh and pulled his little brother into a rare Winchester brother hug.

The End.