I was going to make this into a short fic, but I know I'm going to have way too much fun writing Sam in this one, so I decided to make it longer :)

It had taken Castiel a while to convince Dean who he was, and why Dean was brought back to hell. But Dean still didn't fully believe that God would want him for a specific reason. But Dean didn't care too much about that, he was just glad Sam had nothing to do with him being resurrected. Sam.

"Can you heal my brother?" He pleaded to Castiel. Castiel sighed.

"I won't for a couple of reasons-"

"Wait, you can but you won't?" Dean's voice was dangerous now and Bobby had to place a hand, warning the older Winchester to calm down.

"Well I've never done something like that before," Castiel told him. "I don't even know if I can. If I can I could damage Sam worse than he already is. I could kill him. And there's another reason."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" Dean challenged him. Castiel sighed.

"It's best that he remains like this, Dean."

"What, you want him to continue to act like some crazy person?!"

"It's safer for all of us if he remains in that place."


"Because of his destiny."

That caught Dean off guard.

"Wait...you guys are still afraid of Sam turning evil so you'd rather keep him dumbed up and not knowing who he is than have him healed and possibly turn dark side?"

Castiel nodded.

"For now, we think it's best. We just feel at the moment him returning normal could present a problem. It could become too dangerous for him, and he could snap. Sooner than you might think."

"You sonofabitch," Dean growled.

"Dean!" Bobby stared at him, wide eyed at the words that Dean was using in front of an Angel,

"You smug arragont bastard," Dean continued. "Sammy's broken back there and you want to keep him that way? You're really that afraid of him turning evil? This is Sam we're talking about. Yeah, I know Azazel put demon blood in him but it's not his fault! I mean, if he was gonna turn evil wouldn't it be when Yellow Eyes was alive and had that plan for him? And if there's any danger whatsoever I'm back now. I can protect the kid. I told him that no matter what, I was gonna save him. And when I said it, I meant it."

"I know you did, but it's not just that keeping us from helping him. Like I said, I've never done it before, and I could kill him. We should be safe rather than risky here. Right now Sam is pretty healthy, considering what happened to him. I don't want to make it worse for him."

Dean sighed, clearly more than a little unhappy about the decision. But he finally agreed to let the matter slide for a moment. He looked at Bobby.

"I want to see Sam again."

Bobby glanced at Castiel, who nodded.

"I have work I need to do, Dean. But don't worry, this isn't over yet."

"Can't wait," Dean muttered under his breath while rolling his eyes. When Castiel had vanished before them Bobby shoved Dean against the wall.

"Would it kill ya to be more polite to him? He did pull your ass out of the pit after all."

"Yeah, but he wouldn't help Sam. And he seemed so smug about it. I can't believe they're that worried about Sammy turning evil."

"I can't either," sighed Bobby. "But they are." He stared at Dean for a while. "Come on," he mumbled. "Let's go see Sam."

Dean slowly nodded and they went to the Impala.

Finally they arrived back into the mental hospital.

"We're here to see Sam again," Bobby told the woman at the front desk. She frowned.

"I'm sorry, I don't think that's possible."

Dean stared at her rather darkly.


"I don't think that's possible," she repeated. "Sam's doctor will be here soon, he'll be able to explain why."

Relunctantly Dean and Bobby waited, fear consuming both of them. What the hell was happening to Sammy? Suddenly a man in a white coat came towards them.

"Mr. Singer?" The doctor smiled and shook Bobby's hand. Bobby shook back rather grimly.

"And who is this?" The doctor asked rather pleseantly.

Dean stared at him coldly.

"Dean Win...Singer. Dean Singer." He remembered just in time. "Sam's brother."

"Sam's brother..." The doctor's voice trailed off. "I thought you were dead."

"Long story," Dean said. "Point is, I'm not dead. And I' d really like to see Sammy again. He needs me right now."

The doctor sighed.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he said. "You're brother's sedated for a moment, and strapped to the bed."

Dean and Bobby stared at him.

"What the hell happened when we left, Dr. Welks?" Bobby demanded. Welks sighed.

"He flipped out," he said. "He attacked four orderelies, nearly killing one of them. There was no choice."

"Of course he flipped out," Dean snapped. "He recoginzed me and than I left him. If I see him again he'll calm down."

Welks shook his head.

"I'm afriad that's not possible."

"Can't we see him?" Bobby begged. "Look through the door and just...see him?"

Dr. Welks studied them.

"All right, that seems resenemble." He sighed again. "I'm not trying to be the bad guy here," he added. "I really want what's best for Sam."

The two nodded, Dean more than a little anxious to see his baby brother again. Slowly they went to his room. Dean's throat closed as he saw Sam strapped to the bed, sleeping. He looked like a goddamned vegetable.

"You have to let him out," he begged the doctor. "Please...let him out, he doesn't belong here!"

"Sir, you're going to have to calm down!" Dean bit his lip and Bobby placed a hand on him. He took deep breaths.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Just seeing him like that..."

"I understand," Welks said in that soft patronizing voice that he used on patients. The kind of voice that Dean hated. "I want to talk more about your nephew, Mr. Singer."

"What about him?" Bobby asked as they were led away from the room.

"I want to try some new tecniques on helping him."

"Like what?" Dean asked. Welks looked at him. "That's my brother you're talking about, so I'm gonna get some say in this," Dean demanded rather harshly.

"These episodes have been getting down right dangerous," Welks finally continued. "Soon he's going to kill someone."

"What do you suggest?" Bobby said in an exhausted tone.

"Electroshock therapy," The doctor said.

"No!" Dean pratically shouted. "You're not gonna do that to my brother, damn it."

"I don't have to ask your permission Mr. Singer. When you're uncle brought him to the hospital he agreed to let the state have complete control over Sam's needs."

Dean stared at Bobby like Bobby betrayed him.

"Dean," Bobby said in a begging tone. "I had no choice. I was in no position right than to be making life choices for Sam. I needed someone with a clear head to make those kinds of decisions. Hell I didn't even know what decisions to make at the time!"

Dean said nothing. He narrowed his eyes at Welks.

"You're not doin' that to my brother."

"We have to Dean. This treatment has been prooved highly effective. The normal therapy sessions aren't helping. It's time to try something drastic. We'll start the treatment tomarrow," He glanced at the two of them. "I really am sorry," he added softly. The too stood tehre and Dean snuck one more look in on his brother, who looked like he was dead.

How he hated leaving Sammy in this place.

"Dean, I'm sorry," Bobby said, his voice shaking.

"I know you are," Dean said rather grimly. He couldn't afford to distance himself from Bobby by fighting with him. He sighed and shook his head. "Let's get the hell out of here," he said. "I need to breathe."

Bobby nodded and as they left Dean wondered how the hell he'd get his baby brother out of this one...

Should I still continue?