•Unwritten•

Sixteen

"You need to calm down!" A man in a white coat approached me as I continued to struggle in the restraints I'd been placed in. How did I get here? "HELP!"

The man placed his hand on my arm and pressed down to try and still me but I continued to try and pull myself out of the restraints. "Faith, I'm trying to help you but you need to calm down."

My eyes darted around me and I saw many nurses, doctors and more all standing around me, staring at me with looks of pity in their eyes. The walls were padded and I started to shake my head realising where I was. Some sort of psychiatric ward. The last thing I could remember was driving away from Indiana with Sam and Dean, then the next thing I was here.

I screamed until my voice was hoarse, pulling and kicking to get out of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. "Let me go! Who are you people?" I was so scared, my whole body felt weak and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, you leave me no choice." The man in the white coat revealed a large syringe and the closer he got to my neck, the more I screamed, begged him to stop. The needle pierced the skin in my neck and I cried out but within a few seconds the effects began to take place and before I knew it, I was falling asleep.
....

My eyes fluttered open, and I darted them around the room frantically. My body was stiff, it took all my strength just to lift my arm. I was led in a single bed, in a strange room that I didn't recognise.

"Sam?" I whispered, it was the loudest that I could muster. "Dean?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to the last thing I could remember, I was laying in the back seat of the impala, listening to some music. Then everything was blank up until the restraints and the big needle. My heart started to pound as I led there practically paralysed.

The door opened slightly, the same man from earlier poking his head in. Upon seeing me awake, he walked in and pulled a chair from the desk, dragging it to beside the bed and sitting down.

"What have you done to me?" I hissed. The man sighed and shook his head.

"Faith, do you know who I am?" His tone was calm, soft and his eyes alike how I'd seen them before were kind and pitiful.

"No."

He smiled at me and reached out touching my hand, I wanted to shake him off but I didn't have the strength.

"This always happens when they visit." He sighed and I frowned, what was he talking about? "Faith, this is Greyson Morris, hospital for the mentally impaired. I frowned at him and used what energy I had to shake my head. "You've been here for a long time, you have a condition in which you dissociate into this world where you believe in the supernatural and in that world you hunt monsters, demons. We've been helping you for a long time, and you've made really good progress recently-"

"Shut up." A tear rolled down my cheek. "This is sick. What are you? Why are you keeping me here? Where is Dean?"

He pressed his lips together in a fine line. "Dean Winchester?"

I nodded and he reached out and tapped my forehead.

"He's in here. You created him, you created a lot of people, it's all a part of your condition."

This had to be a bad dream.

"In this dissociative world, you've created these two friends, brothers who fight the monsters with you. But it's not real, this is real, I am real."

I managed to shake my head again. "No. I'm not crazy." I closed my eyes, more tears falling out of the corners.

The doctor sighed again before reaching out and stroking my arm. "It'll come back to you soon. Whenever they come to visit you, you always fall back into these states but you always work through it. You're just struggling to distinguish between real life and fantasy."