Chapter 42

                                    

                                          
The Born-Again Identity
"Sir, you can't just walk in here," the nurse snapped at Dean as he pushed into the office.
"You Kadinsky?" Dean asked the doctor that sat behind the desk.
"You need to be scheduled," the nurse insisted.
"Well, then schedule me!" Dean snapped once more. 
"Hey," I said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "We'll handle this."
"He was in a car crash. Why the hell can't I see him?" Dean asked.
"You're Sam Smith's brother." Dr. Kadinsky removed his glasses, looking up at us.
"Yeah. What's going on?"
Dr. Kadinsky gave a nod to the nurse. "It's fine. Thank you." He looked back at Dean as the nurse stormed out. "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."
"Okay, that's not too bad. And?" Dean asked.
"And," the doctor stood, "he's on our locked psychiatric floor."
Dean scoffed a laugh. "I mean, he's had some trouble--"
"So you're aware Sam is experiencing a full-blown psychotic episode?"
"Psychotic?" I asked. 
"Come on. I mean...It's not like the guy is Norman Bates," Dean continued. 
"I'm sure he isn't." Kadinsky nodded. "We need to figure out whether his state was brought on by the insomnia or if the insomnia is a symptom. Do you understand? So we can figure out how to treat him."
"Well, all I can say is the, uh, sleep thing is kind of new."
Kadinsky sighed. "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."
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We were led into the locked part of the building where we stopped at a door. Inside, we could see Sam sitting on a bed, looking more pale and tired than he had just last night. He had a cut above his eye.
"We'll fix this," I assured Dean before he pushed the door open.
"How you feeling?" he asked as I shut the door.
"Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight." Sam laughed a little.
Dean took a seat on the end of the bed. "Sam, I'm gonna find you help."
Sam scoffed. "I don't think it's out there, Dean."
"We don't know that."
"We know better than most. It's all snake oil. Last faith healer we hooked up with had a reaper on a leash, remember?"
"Yeah, that one was kind of hard to forget," I muttered. 
Dean groaned softly as he stood. "Yeah, Sam, I remember."
"I'm just saying..." Sam began.
"What, that you don't want my help?"
"No. I'm just saying don't do this to yourself."
"Sam, if I don't find something--"
"Then I'll die. Dean, we knew this was coming," Sam cut him off.
"No." Dean shook his head.
"When you put my soul back--"
"No."
"Cass warned you about all the crap--"