BACKGROUND: Set in Season 7, Sam's crazy because the wall in his head is broken and he remembers the Cage. Hallucinating Lucifer, fun stuff like that. It gets to the point where he hasn't slept in days because Hallucifer is all up in his noggin. He starts freaking out and ends up wandering the streets. He runs into a drug dealer who gives him some pills that will supposedly help, but they don't do anything. He starts running from Lucifer, and gets hit by a car.

"WHERE IS HE?" Dean Winchester stormed into the Dean of Medicine's office. "He was in a car crash, why can't I see him?"

"Ah. You must be Sam Smith's brother."

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and some lacerations."

"Okay, that doesn't sound too bad. And?"

"And, he's on our locked psychiatric floor."

"What?" Dean scoffed. His brother knew better than to let himself end up there.

"Were you aware that Sam is experiencing a full-blown psychotic episode?"

"Oh come on..." Dean shook his head. "Psychotic?"

"Yes. We need to determine whether his state was brought on by the drugs, the Insomnia, or if it's a symptom of his condition."

"Wait, drugs?"

"Yes, his tox screen showed a combination of Xanax, Klonopin, and a few other things. The accident occurred in the...shady part of town. It's likely he met up with a dealer there."

"No, Sam does not do drugs." Dean insisted.

The doctor put his hands up. "I'm sorry, but the tox screen doesn't lie."

"That can't be right. You gotta let me see him!" Dean demanded.

"Alright." The doctor sighed. "Come with me."

After he was checked for sharp objects, (they filled two bins with all his weapons) The doctor led him through the halls of the psychiatric ward. The walls were an off-white, and the air smelled of disinfectant. He could hear the groaning and muttering of patients inside their rooms. This place was creepy...

They stopped in front of a room, and the doctor stopped him. "I have to warn you, he looks pretty rough. He's restrained for his own safety."

Dean nodded, and they went in. The second he laid his eyes on Sam, he swallowed hard. The kid looked like hell. For a 6'4 giant, bad-ass hunter, it was crazy that he could look this scared and weak. His shaggy hair was disheveled, but it didn't quite hide the small cuts on the side of his face. His eyes were red and drooping. How was he still awake?

Dean quickly assessed his brother's injuries. Bandaged hand and wrist, ribs bound up...they'd had worse. Sam would heal.

"Hey kid. How you feeling?" He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Better cancel my UFC fight." Sam chuckled. Damn, after everything, he still had his sense of humor.

"So uh, the doc told me you had drugs in your system."

Sam looked away. "Yeah?"

"It was a mistake, right? Someone must have switched yours with-"

"No, it wasn't a mistake."

"Hold on, are you telling me that you walked to the ghetto, in the middle of the night, to buy drugs?" Dean got up and started pacing, raising his voice. "Why, Sam? You couldn't wake me up?"

"It wasn't like that." Sam said quietly.

"Oh? Then how was it?"

"I-I don't actually remember how I got there. I was in the motel room, lying in bed, and then I was...somewhere in the hood. I really don't know."

"And the drugs?"

"That part I remember."

"You actually bought them? No one roofied you, forced you to take them?"

"No, Dean. I just wanted to sleep." Sam confessed tiredly.

Dean couldn't stay mad. Sam was in a lot of pain, and he couldn't imagine what he was going through with Lucifer. He had to cut the kid some slack.

"Sammy, I'm gonna find you help."

"I don't think it's out there, Dean."

"Sam, if I don't find somethi-"

"Then I'll die. Dean, we knew this was coming."

"How can you be so calm about this? Damn it, get pissed! You're dying? Don't you care?" Dean was yelling again.

Sam winced. "I'm too tired to be upset. Besides, maybe it's just...my time, you know? I'm kinda sick of fighting. I'm just...done."

Dean looked at his little brother. It was obvious that the kid was beat. He sat down again and looked into Sam's eyes. "I'm not giving up on you, Sammy."

Hey guys, thanks for reading! Should I continue? I wanna write more, but first I need to know if anyone is even interested.