Maddison Winchester: Journal 5 {Supernatural} (Editing)

10 Sam, Interrupted: Part 3

We walked around the halls for a while but couldn't find Dr. Fuller.

After about twenty minutes or so, Martin came running up to us. He explained that Dr. Fuller wasn't the wraith because Sam had attacked him and slashed his arm with the silver blade, but his skin didn't react to it.

He had to stop Sam from killing Dr. Fuller. Then orderlies tackled Sam immediately after, which was when Martin made a run for it.

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After parting ways with Martin, Dean and I went to check on Sam. When we opened the door, Sam was slumped up against the wall on his bed, looking completely out of it.

"You okay?" I asked as we approached the bed.

"No. No, I'm not okay..." Sam slurred and then smiled goofily at us. "I— I am... awesome..."

Dean and I exchanged a look.

"They give you something?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded and smiled. "Oh, yeah. They gave me... everything. It's spectacu-lacular." He giggled.

Dean smirked and shook his head. "You always were a happy drunk."

Sam's face turned serious, and he grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him down to eye level. "Dean... the doctor... wasn't a wraith."

Dean nodded. "I know."

Sam looked comically stunned that Dean knew this.

Dean shook his head. "I don't understand it. I mean, I saw it in the mirror. It wasn't human."

Sam shrugged. "Or you're seeing things. Maybe— Maybe— Maybe you're going crazy." His eyes widened.

Dean shook his head. "I'm not crazy."

"Well... come on. I mean, you've been at least... half crazy for a long time, and since you got back from Hell, or since before that, even. I mean, we're in a— we're in a mental hospital." Sam laughed. "Maybe— Maybe you finally cracked! Ya know, maybe now you are really... for real... crazy..."

Dean shook his head. "I made a mistake, that's all. I'll find the thing."

Sam nodded. "Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know." He put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "It's okay. Hey, hey. Look at me." He patted Dean's shoulder. "It's okay... because you're my brother... and I still love ya." He smiled and poked Dean's nose. "Boop!"

Dean stood up, and we gave each other a look as Sam went back to his drugged-out happy place.

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When we walked out of Sam's room, I grabbed Dean's arm.

"Hey, before we go, I really have to tell you something..." I said.

He turned to me. "What? What is it?"

I put on a very serious face. "Everything's gonna be okay..." I smirked. "Because you're my brother... and I still love ya."

Dean rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's go."

After a couple minutes, Dean looked extremely annoyed as we walked down the hall.

"A little busy," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"People are dying," Dean snapped, looking at something that wasn't beside him.

"Dean?" I asked, feeling concerned.

Dean looked down at me. "It's okay, Maddi. She's leaving."

I furrowed my brow, and then he looked back at whatever I couldn't see.