Eight Weeks Later
Waddling along after Dean, we make our way towards the doctor's office of the facility. Sam was in a car accident and has been admitted to this place. As soon as we heard we came to see him, but so far we've been denied access. Dean and I are now going to Sam's leading physician to see what the hell is going on.
We arrive outside of an office and the nurse looks up from her station, "May I help you?"
"Yeah, this Kadnisky's office?" Dean asks, continuing to walk as he points to the door.
"You can't go in there sir." She says and he shakes his head, "I need to speak with him immediately as he goes for the door.
He opens it up and we both begin to walk in when the woman chases after us, "Sir, you can't just walk in here-"
"I need to talk to Kadinsky. You Kadinsky?" Dean asks, turning and facing the middle aged balding man sitting behind the desk in the lab coat.
"You need to be scheduled!" She growls, clearly frustrated with our brash behaviour.
"Then schedule me." Dean snaps at her before turning to the doctor, "He was in a car crash. Why the hell cant I see him?"
"Your Sam Smith's brother?" The doctor asks and Dean nods his head, "Yeah, what's going on?"
"It's fine. Thank you, really." Doctor Kadinsky says, dismissing the nurse.
She looks between the two of us with a scowl on her face before turning and marching angrily out of the room. The doctor rises to his feet and looks between the two of us, "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."
Dean nods his head,"Okay, that's not too bad. And?"
"And... He's on our locked psychiatric floor." Doctor Kadinsky explains.
My heart sinks as I look at him with wide eyes, wondering if I've heard him correctly. Dean chuckles in disbelief and gives a shake of his head, "I mean, he's had some trouble-"
"So you're aware that Sam is experiencing a full blown psychotic episode?" He asks and I whisper apprehensively, "Psychotic?"
"Come on. I mean, the guy is- It's not like the guy is freaking Norman Bates." Dean argues and the doctor sighs, "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. To understand so that we can figure out how to treat him."
"Well, all I can say is that the uh, sleep thing is kind of new." Dean admits and I nod my head in agreement.
"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." The man says in fascination and I take a step forward, "Can we please see him?"
"Of course. Follow me." He says, walking out from behind his desk.
Dean and I both follow after him as he leads us towards where Sam is being kept. My mind spins as I think about how out of control these past six weeks have got. After Bobby died, the three of us were affected awfully. Dean threw himself into hunting down Dick Roman and Sam was struggling to cope with it all. Me? After we got back to Rufus' cabin, I stayed in bed for a week. The weight of losing so many people in such a short amount of time really took its toll of me. All I did was sleep and eat, not getting out of my clothes for a week.
While this was happening, Dean hired Bobby's contact Frank Devereaux to figure out the significance of the numbers Bobby left us. After weeks of researching, he discovered that a number was missing and wrote an algorithm that helped him determine the final number. The numbers ended up being coordinates to a field in Wisconsin, but we didn't know what for.
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Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'
Fanfiction"I'll always love you Dean, from now to the end of time." Addison and Dean have finally granted their opportunity to start the life they've always dreamed of having. They've had settled into their new lives, finally finding some semblance of happin...
