[Lorie]

In a sterile white room furnished with a lumpy mattress on a creaky metal framed, a sturdy wooden desk, and equally sturdy desk chair sat a shadow of a man wrapped tight in a straitjacket. This broken creature had been a genius child, an aspiring lawyer, and one of the most renown hunters of the supernatural. Sadly this man was he who saved the world and was broken for it.

Sam Winchester was on day five of not sleeping and day twelve of consuming nothing but fluids. He had been dropped off at the mental ward...Sam couldn’t even remember. It felt like days but the once boy king of hell was sure he’d just been sitting on this bed struggling against the horrors if his mind let loose by the crumbled wall Death had installed and Castiel turned to dust for mere hours. Every time heavy eyes closed and sleep inched close Lucifer would chuck a firecracker at him, the thud against his shoulder and sharp noise so real now, Sam would flinch into full awareness and the circle would start again. At current the fallen angel was jabbering on about how adorable Sammy looked in his pretty new jacket.

Much as the broken hunter wanted his big brother to rescue him, tell him everything was going to be alright, Sam knew what a danger he had become. He couldn’t trust anything. Not even that Dean was Dean...which had been the only thing Sam had ever truly relied on in his entire life. So with hope dwindling a once phenomenal hunter withered away in yet another hospital for the insane. Only Sam understood he wasn’t being warehoused here but waiting out a slow and agonizing death.