I'm not Insane

2. An Explanation

        Dean woke up suddenly someone shaking him. It took him a minute to remember where he was. Dean instinctively went to reach out to grab them, his hands still behind his back, he hit them in the face with his head. He heard a groan and saw two men come up and grab him. "Where the hell am I?" He tried to resist going with them, he squirmed and thrashed violently, in hopes to escape. "I'll kill you son's of bitches!" He snarled when he received no answers to his previous question. He let his full weight be carried by the two men. "Let me go damn it" He thrashed more and managed to kick the man on the right. Unfortunately for Dean, that only made things worse.The two men stopped and one held onto Deans head, keeping it still, the other gave him a needle filled with Valium. The last thing he remembers, were flashing light, he assumed they were people taking pictures. He didn't know why. The one thing that was burned into his memory, was seeing Sam, he looked sad, he looked disappointed, he even looked scared. When Dean saw his own brother, he was just standing there, holding a file. He was holding back tears to. Dean could feel himself getting heavier, things around him getting darker. He looked up before blacking out, he saw Sam, talking to the two men. 

Black out.

Dean woke up, this time no one was near him. He was in a cell, a holding cell. He saw Sam sitting just outside of the cell, looking at a file. Dean had to squint to read it. Dean Winchester. "S-Sammy" Dean managed to say, still slightly deary from the Valium. Sam smiled softly at Dean. "Hey Dean, how are you feeling?" He looked at his older brother, hurt, fear, hidden in his eyes. "Sammy, where the hell am I?" Dean looked at his younger brother, and could tell something was up. "Dean, tell how you're feeling" Sam had trouble fighting back tears. "I'm fine Sam. Why won't you tell me what's going on? And why didn't you help me outside?" Sam looked away from Dean and sighed lightly. "Y-You killed people Dean" Sam shut his eyes, trying to keep himself together. "I didn't kill anyone. I killed demons and that's it. I wouldn't kill people" Dean went to stand up, only to fall back down on the bed, his feet were shackled. Dean kicked his feet a little, looking at the shackles. "Sam, what...What the hell is happening?" Dean looked Sam, who was still turned away from him. "I'm sorry Dean, this is for your own good. Demons don't exist." Dean froze at his brothers words. "What the hell do you mean 'demons don't exist'?! We've been hunting them our whole lives Sam" Sam doesn't respond right away. It takes him a minute, seeing his brother like this, it hurt him, in ways no one could even imagine. "No Dean. No we haven't. You were in an accident five six years ago. It...The doctors said it messed up your brain. Muddled your thoughts, made you see things that aren't really there. Hear things, that don't happen" Sam took a deep breath and bit his tongue. "The crash you were in was really bad Dean. You killed so many people. You said they were demons. They were vampires. None of that exi-" Sam heard a loud clunk. He turned to face his brother, who managed to break part of the bed. "Don't say that Sam. That's not true" Sam shook his head in response. "I-I need to tell them you're awake. I love you Dean. Please...Please return to normal. I want my big brother back" Sam left before Dean could say anything. Dean put his face in his hands. "This isn't right" He muttered into his hands.