Dean sighed with frustration. He'd called everyone he could think off. All his contacts, all Bobby's contacts...no one had any idea how to fix Sam. Suddenly his phone rang. He answered it quickly, hopeful that someone was calling back with good news.

No such luck.

"Mr. Smith?"

"Yeah?"

"Hello, this is Dr. Kadinsky. There's been an incident with your brother Sam."

Dean broke the speed limit the entire way to the hospital. The doctor wouldn't give him details over the phone, but it sounded bad.

When he got there, the doctor was waiting for him outside the psych ward.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"Your brother attempted suicide."

For once, Dean was speechless. Sammy, try to kill himself? No, there had to be a mistake...but then again, he never thought Sam would do drugs either...

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just give me a minute..." Dean frowned. "Are you sure it wasn't just an accident? What happened?"

"We underestimated Sam's strength. He broke his restraints and snapped the leg off a metal table, creating a sharp edge. We think his hallucinations convinced him there were bugs under his skin, or something of that nature. He made several deep cuts on his arms like he was trying to remove something. Then it appears as though he realized he could do more damage..."

"Oh God." Dean felt sick. "What did he do?"

"He slit his wrists, and was about to stab himself in the heart when our orderlies realized something was wrong. They managed to get the table leg away from him just in time."

"I can't believe this is happening." Dean muttered, wanting to punch something.

"He was taken into surgery immediately. We were able to repair the veins and tendons, he'll have no lasting damage. He's stable now if you'd like to see him."

This couldn't actually be happening...

Dean followed the doctor into Sam's room. He tried not to look at the white bandages concealing the damage Sam had done to his wrists. He just laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Let me know if you need anything." The doctor said quietly, leaving Dean alone with his brother.

"I'm so sorry." Sam whispered, not looking Dean in the eyes.

Dean had every intention of yelling. He was pissed. How could Sam try to leave him? He thought of a million things to say, to scream at his little brother, to make him understand...but as soon as Sammy uttered those broken words, all anger left him. Sam was hurting. All Hell was breaking lose inside his mind, literally. He'd dealt with it day after day...for months. It was a miracle he'd lasted this long, honestly.

"It's okay, Sammy." Dean's voice broke and he blinked back tears as he ruffled his little brother's hair. "We'll get through his."