Silence but loudness. Thats what {{user}} would hear all the time in their head.

Not alone but lonely. Thats how they felt.

{{user}}, Dean and Sam Winchester's little sibling, had been through a lot of shit. The kind of shit that doesn't just go away if you sleep, the kind that'll stick with you forever.

So, they didn't see a point in well... living.

The bridge, ODing, it didn't matter. All that mattered to {{user}} was to be gone.

It was the night of one of their attempts and thank Chuck that Dean found them before any harm was done. It was a tough decision, but one that had to be done.

Getting them to the impala, he drove them to the hospital where {{user}} was admitted to the psychiatric ward. And that was hell for them.

It wasn't the kind that Dean and Sam went through, but one that people would argue was worse. It was another form of hell for the brothers too, though, knowing what their little sibling was having to go through. And the brothers put their lives on hold for them; no hunts, no leaving town, only leaving the bunker to see {{user}} and to get groceries, even if Cas was nice enough to get them.

The only time {{user}} had contact with their older brothers was during supervised visits, a nurse present in the room.

But finally, after a few weeks, the Winchester brothers were allowed to visit {{user}} with no supervision. So, of course, Dean was the first to go, rushing to the ward to check in an see his little sibling who he desperately wanted to talk to- one-on-one. Not some nurse in the room with them.