Episode: Season 5 - Sam, Interrupted

Jo and Ellen were dead. Those were five words I'd never wanted to hear. I could barely make myself believe them. But it was true, it was all true. I'd seen it happen with own eyes. Jo and I had our issues, sure, but I had never wished her death.

That was just too vicious, too cruel. It was a very silent two weeks that passed us by after that until finally, Dean had decided we all needed to take a case, get our minds off things. Sam and I couldn't have agreed more. In fact, everything was going fine - I found a case, Sam grabbed the laptop, and Dean snatched the keys from the coffee-table. All was well...until Hal wanted to come. Don't get me wrong - he was amazing and I cared a lot about him.

But...the idea of going on a hunt with my current boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend really didn't appeal to me. I couldn't just say no to him though and soon, I found myself in the back of the Impala with Hal beside me and Dean and Sam up front. Dean was gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles had turned white and I knew he was on edge, too. Biting my lip so hard I could taste blood, I tried to smile up at my boyfriend but faltered. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice my discomfort - just pulled me into his side and I rested my head on his shoulder. About half an hour later, we arrived at our destination and I let out a sigh of relief as I climbed out of the Impala after the boys.

The mental hospital loomed up before us and I followed after Dean and Sam, Hal walking beside me. Walking inside, we quickly found the doctor and he ushered us into his tiny office. Three chairs lined the front of the desk and we all took our seats. Dean sat down on the left and Sam to the right. I shot Sam a glare but he just shrugged in response - leaving me to sit beside Dean.

Glancing helplessly over at my boyfriend, he just nodded to me and gestured back to the door, "I'll just wait outside for you guys."

I was about to protest but he'd already slipped out the door, closing it behind him. Sighing to myself, I took my seat in the middle.

"You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago?" Dr. Fuller asked.

Dean nodded in confirmation, "That's right,"

"Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" the doctor arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, doctor, I think that the doc was in over his head with this one because my brother's, uh-" Dean said before stopping to make a whirling motion beside his head.

"Okay, fine, thank you, that's-that's really not necessary. Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex," he said, turning to Sam with a concerned expression.

Sam let out a sigh, "I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess,"

"All right. Any idea why?"

"Probably because I started the apocalypse,"

The doctor glanced up from his clipboard in confusion then, "The apocalypse?"

"Yeah. That's right," Sam nodded sadly.

The doctor glanced to Dean and me and we both shot him knowing smiles.

"And you think you started it?" he asked him.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from Hell. So now he's topside, and we're trying to stop him," Sam explained to him with a straight face.

Dean rolled his eyes from his seat and I almost snickered but bit my tongue.

"Who is?" the doctor asked.

"Me. And them. And, uh, this one angel,"

"Oh, you mean like a-? Like an angel on your shoulder?"

"No, no, his name's Castiel. He wears a trench coat," he explained, gesturing to his clothes for emphasis.

A small snort escaped my mouth and Dean slapped me on the hand. Immediately, I slapped him back before he retaliated again. Sam sent us a glare and we both fell silent.

"See what I mean, doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months..." Dean told the doctor calmly, "The apocalypse wasn't his fault,"

I nodded in agreement, "It's true. And even if he didn't, he thought he was doing something good so it's not his fault,"

Sam shot me a grateful smile then and I returned it.

"It's not?" Dr. Fuller asked, looking from me to Dean.

"No. This other demon, Ruby, got him addicted to demon blood. I mean, near the end, he was practically chugging the stuff. My brother's not evil he was just...high..." Dean explained to him before hooking a thumb towards me, "Kind of like Parker was when she was turned into a vampire. It wasn't her fault - she just got high on it. Like a drug addiction or something..."

The doctor's eyes bulged out of his skull, quickly glancing between the three of us. He looked panic-stricken and frankly, I wouldn't blame him.

"Yeah? So could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?" Dean smiled warmly over at the man.

Nodding slightly, Dr. Fuller put up a finger before making a phone call, "Erma? Cancel my lunch."

Dean leaned across me and patted Sam on the arm a couple of times, nodding to him like "It's okay, little brother".

The next days were spent trying to find out clues as to what was happening to these disappearing patients at the hospital. Sam was on lookout for new information but for the time being, Dean, Hal, and I were just waiting for him to get back from group therapy. I sat down in the rec room across from Dean, who was busily playing chess by himself, while I tried to focus on Pretty in Pink that was playing on TV. Duckie was on screen now, doing the Otis dance AKA my favorite one but I couldn't focus. My eyes just kept wandering to Dean and the memories of a few nights ago flooded back to me. His breath had been warm on my face, his hands like fire where they touched my hips...

Part of me wishes I had kissed him that night. But it wasn't right...and not like that - not some cheap, drunken mistake on Dean's part that he would've just woke up with a hangover the next day, regretting it. No, it had been right not kiss him. So why are you so disappointed you didn't? the voice in the back of my mind asked and I slapped the side of my head repeatedly, trying to will the thoughts away. Just then, a pretty, young nurse walked up to Dean and he began to flirt with her. An irritated sigh ripped from my throat. Every time.

"Is the movie that bad?" a voice asked from beside me and I jumped in my seat, startled.

Glancing to my right, I saw Hal and I smiled, "Hey, cutie,"

He snickered, "Cutie? That's my new nickname now?"

"Yup," I said simply, popping the 'p' as he pecked me on the cheek and took a seat beside me.

"And for your information - this movie is amazing," I told him and he arched a dark eyebrow.

"It's from the 80's, right? So it's bad quality?" he teased and I slapped him playfully on the arm.

"No, it's not! It's movie gold, thank you very much! And you haven't lived till you've seen Duckie's dance, okay? Besides, John Hughes is a genius. The Breakfast Club was incredible," I shot back with a grin and he put his hands up in defeat.

"Fine, fine. I won't diss your movies anymore," he winked and I rolled my eyes at him, laughing.

I thought the day would be fine - maybe no one would die this time. But apparently, I was wrong. A mere few hours later, we found ourselves in the morgue. Well, at least Dean, Sam, and I were. Hal had stayed behind to cover for us. While Sam dug around in the dead man's brain, Dean and I stood guard. But only a few minutes had passed before we heard a night nurse coming down the hallway. Barging back into the morgue to warn Sam, we were stopped by him holding up a dried-up brain.

I grinned, "Cool!"

Dean shot me a stern glare but I shrugged him off as he turned to Sam, "That's fascinating. Somebody's coming,"

Hurriedly, we tried to put the body back together as the footsteps got louder, nearing us. After Sam had slipped the scalp back on, we slid the body back into the drawer. Just as Sam had thrown his gloves away in the trash can, a nurse stepped into the room.

"What are you boys doing in here?" she asked, faking politeness even though I knew she was mad were out of our rooms.

Sam and I tried to stutter out a half-way believable response when suddenly, Dean pulled his pants down. Burying my head in Sam's shoulder, I looked away while Sam tried to hold back his laughter.

"PUDDING!" Dean yelled gleefully and the nurse only arched an eyebrow, not amused or surprised in that moment.

The nurse led us back to our rooms after that. But it didn't take much longer to figure out the case. Apparently, the same nurse that escorted us back, Nurse Forman, was a wraith who was sucking the brains of patients until they died. She almost did the same to Sam but Dean, Hal, and I stopped her before she had the chance. We busted out of the hospital after that and after convincing Sam to get in with us, we all piled into the Impala. Dean gunned the engine and before we knew it, we were back on the road.

Hal fell asleep in the backseat across from me, his head on my lap. Gently, I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled down at his peaceful face. Sam was asleep as well in the passenger seat, snoring like a moose. My eyes met Dean's in the mirror overhead then and I smiled at him.

"You did good today," I told him softly so as not to wake the others.

He nodded in response, "You too, short-stack,"

I sent him a playful glare but faltered, grinning. Leaning back in the seat, I glanced to the darkened road up ahead- streetlights lighting up Dean's features every so often.

"So this pudding...did you eat 112 ounces of it?"

A long sigh.

"Parker, seriously, no more TV for you."

Note: Sorry these chapters have been so long, guys! I hope you don't mind - I can always break it up into two parts if you want but this way, there are less chapters and it doesn't take as long to post :)