something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

034. hospital stay

The group storm into the office while a nurse tries to stop them.

"Okay, sir, ma'am. You can't just barge in here without an appointment!" The nurse exclaims.

"They said talk to Kadinsky. You Kadinsky?" Dean asks the doctor behind the desk.

"You need to be scheduled!" The nurse states.

"Well, then, schedule us!" Dean says.

"Honey, trust me, you do not want to get in the way right now. Okay?" Larissa tells the nurse.

"Yeah, we'll fucking tag team your whiny ass." Natalie warns.

"He was in a car crash. Why the hell can't we see him?" Dean asks.

"You're Sam Smith's family." Kadinsky says.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Dean asks.

"It- it's fine. Thank you. Really." Kadinsky tells the nurse and she leaves. "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."

"Okay. That's not too bad. And?" Dean asks.

"And... he's on our locked psychiatric floor." Kadinsky says.

"What?" Larissa lets out a shocked laugh.

"Daddy's not psycho." Libby glares at the man.

"I mean, he's had some trouble..." Dean says.

"So you're aware that Sam is experiencing a full blown psychotic episode?" Kadinsky asks.

"Psychotic?" The four adults chorus.

"Come on, I mean, the guy's... it's not like the guy's fuckin' Norman Bates." Dean says.

"No, I'm sure he isn't. We need to determine whether his state was brought on by the insomnia or whether the insomnia is a symptom of his condition. Do you understand? So that we can figure out how to treat him." Kadinsky explains.

"Well, all I can say it that the sleep thing is-is kind of new." Dean says.

"Right. Well... we've pumped him about as full of sedatives as we safely can. So far, he won't go under. I've never seen anything like it." Kadinsky says.

~ ~ ~

Kadinsky leads them to Sam's room. They walk in, Kadinsky leaving.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks.

"Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight." Sam remarks. Libby climbs up onto his bed, cuddling into his side.

Larissa manages a small smile at Sam as she sits on the edge of the bed.

"Aww... they're both so cute." Lucifer mockingly gushes.

"Sam, I'm gonna find you help." Dean says.

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

"We don't know that." Dean says.

"We know better than most. It's all snake oil. Last faith healer we hooked up with had a reaper on a leash. Remember?" Sam reminds.

"Yeah, Sam, I remember." Dean says.

"I'm just saying..."

"What? That you don't want my help?"

"No, I'm just saying... don't do this to yourselves."

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

"Then I'll die. We knew this was coming." Sam says. He feels Libby's grip tighten around his arm.