"S-Sam, why...why did you kill him?" Cas asked as he closed the door and stepped forward a little.

Sam shrugged, beginning to draw in the blood. "The voices told me to," he replied with a grin, still drawing.

Cas swallowed a little, his throat tightening a bit. "Sam, don't listen to the voices... The voices are bad."

The look on Sam's face was pure confusion and shock. "B-Bad?"

"Yes, Sam. They're bad."

"But..but they say that they're good..."

"They're lying to you, Sam. You have to try to fight them," Cas said as he walked closer to him. "Now, come with me..we have to get you cleaned up." He held out his hand to Sam, who looked at it for a second then took it.

Cas helped Sam off the floor and and went into the bathroom with him shutting the door behind him. "Get out your clothes, Sam." Cas softly told him as he let go of his hand and turned to the shower.

Sam did as he was told and stripped out his bloody clothes and stood there, waiting for his next instructions.

Cas turned back to him, not looking down. "Get in and make sure you wash all the blood off. I'll wrap up your wrists when you're done."

Sam nodded and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. Cas waited for a minute then hurried out his room and went to grab more clothes and a first aid kit.

Sam finished in the shower and stepped out and dried off. Having a little bit of sense in him, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out, waiting for Cas.

Saaammy.

Go get the knife, Sammy.

Cut deeper into your wrists, Sammy.

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

Sam gave into the voices again and went to get the knife. He pulled it out of Jeff then went back to the bathroom and closed the door. He looked down at his wrists and grinned then started to cut deeper.

Cas hurried back into Sam's room and went to the bathroom. "Sa-" He inhaled sharply when he saw the Sam cutting himself again. "No, Sam!" He pit down the stuff and quickly took the knife from him.

"T-The voices wanted me to..." Sam said softly looking at his wrists.

Cas put the knife in his pocket and quickly started to clean up Sam's wrist, stopping the blood. "Sam, don't listen to the voices. They're trying to hurt you. They're making you do bad things."

"They say that they're helping me."

"No, they aren't. They're making you bad."

"I'm...I'm a bad boy?" Sam asked pitifully.

Cas shook his head. "You're not a bad boy. The voices are."

The two were silent as Cas finished cleaning him up. He let Sam get dressed then they walked out and Cas saw two of the guards waiting. He turned to Sam and looked up at him. "Sam, listen. They're going to take you away for a while, okay? They want to protect you and look after you. I may not see you for a few days."

Sam looked confused and sad. "B-But I've been good! Why are they taking me?" He started to grow angry, his eyes starting to become glossy.

"Sam, Sam, listen. You have been good. They just want to look after you." Cas gently held his face, trying to get him to calm down.

Sam growled. "NO!" His eyes we're completely glazed over.

Cas sighed and dropped his hands, nodding to the two guards. One went for his upper body and the other for his legs. They scooped him up and carried him out the room.

"NO! NO NO! I'VE BEEN GOOD!!"

"Yeah, killing Jeff was 'good'. " The guard holding his upper body muttered sarcastically.

Sam growled and started to fight, punching the one by his arms in the face. The guard yelped and dropped him, then Sam kicked the other one, making him drop his legs, then he got up and ran for the building door, passing by Cas.

The guard had recovered from te kick and started running after him, along with Cas. San stopped as soon as he got to the door, his eyes widening at the sight of the bright sun.

The guard caught up to Sam and was about to knock him out, but was stopped by Cas, who had caught up to them. He went over to San slowly and spoke softly. "Sam? You have to go with him. He just wants to look after you." Sam glared darkly at Cas, but his eyes went back to normal and he signed, giving up. He looked at Cas who outstretched his hand. "They're going to help you." Sam gulped lightly then took Cas' hand.

"Do you trust me, Sam?"

"A...a little..."

"Well, that's better than nothing," Cas said softly and started to lead Sam to the padded room, talking quietly to him.

As soon as Sam saw the room, he started to shake. "N-No! I don't wanna go in there!" He started to struggle and tried to get away.

"It's just for a little while, Sam. Be a good boy and go in, alright?"

At the mention of good boy, Sam stopped struggling and slowly walked in, glancing back at Cas.

"I'll see you soon, Sam," Cas said softly and backed up, letting the guard close the door.

After a while, the guard was stood at the door, boredly looking around, when he heard Sam start to yell. He listened as Sam punched at the wall and threw around the bed.

He quickly grew annoyed and banged on the door. "SHUT UP!"

"MAKE ME!!" Sam screamed back then started to laugh.

The guard growled and walked away, returning a few minutes later with a syringe filled with a sedative. He walked in and shut the door behind him.

Sam looked up at him from his spot on the floor and growled a little. He got up and the two scuffled for a minute before the guard shoved him on to the bed and shoved the needle in his neck, making Sam yell in pain.

"Your crazy ass needs this." The guard pressed down on the pump then yanked out the needle when it was gone. Sam growled again at him, then spit in his face. "Fuck you, you little lunatic! I hope you die in here!" The guard growled and left the room just as Sam started to pass out.