Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Emmanuel

Dean:

Bobby was dead, Leviathans trying to cure cancer, Kali was still struggling and never made it more than four days without trying to take some of the dust, and now? Now she was in slouchy clothes, looking ready to go into a coma for a year, and my brother was in hospital after getting hit by a car. So when we get to a hospital, we expected to be able to just come in and see him, not have some punk ass try and deflect us. "Okay, sir? You can't just barge in here without an appointment!"

"They said, "Talk to Kadinsky." You Kadinsky?" Snow Owl asked her, trying to not look like she needed to be there as well.

"You need to be scheduled!"

Oh, just shut up! "Well, then, schedule us! He was in a car crash. Why the hell can't we see him?"

Then another guy came over, looking at the both of us. "You're Sam Smith's brother and this is your wife, right?"

My 'wife' nodded, holding my hand tight. "Yeah, what's going on?"

"It - it's fine. Thank you. Really." He told the nurse, who then left, and he looked at us. "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."

Right? "Okay. That's not too bad. And?"

"And... he's on our locked psychiatric floor." Shit.

This was not good, but surely he wasn't completely gone? "I thought he was dealing? I mean, his I mean, he's had some trouble..."

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

"Psychotic?" Khalilah questioned, rubbing her arms. "Come on. I mean, the guy's... It's not like the guy's freakin' Norman Bates."

The Doctor shook his head. "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."

Kali hesitated, before looking down. "Well, all we can say is that the sleep thing is - is kind of new. Normally if we can't sleep, we talk to each other, but he's been pretending to be asleep."

"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."

He started to take us upstairs to the psych ward, looking cautiously at my psychotic Archangel, but didn't say anything about her completely horrible appearance. I loved her, and I knew she looked like crap. But Sam looked even worse when we got into his room. "How are you feeling?"

"Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight."

We both sat on the end of the bed, Kali shivering, but reached out and patted his knee. "Sam, we're gonna find you help."

But he just looked away from her. "I don't think it's out there, Khalilah."

"We don't know that." I told him, looking at him hard.

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

Now I stood up as my wife huddled at the bottom of Sammy's bed. "Yeah, Sam, I remember."

He sighed, hugging her. "I'm just saying..."

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

Sammy shook his head, holding the woman who was like his baby sister. "No, I'm just saying... don't do this to yourself."

She looked up at him. "Sam, if we don't find something -"

"Then I'll die." And there was no way in hell that either of us were ever going to let that happen. "Dean, Khalilah we knew this was coming. You have both of us slowly losing our minds."