The three of you had locked yourselves up in a psychiatric hospital for the past day to take care of a wraith that was murdering patients. Sam had launched himself rather violently at one of the doctors however, assuming incorrectly that he was the wraith. Now, he was drugged out and laying dreamily in his bed, hair a mess and his V neck wrinkled. Dean had already stopped by, a little confused that the doctor hadn't been the monster. He could've sworn he saw his reflection…It had concerned you too. Maybe you were all starting to go a little nuts in here.

"Mmm…babyyy."

Sam whines, snapping out of his daydreaming. You smile at him, sitting at his side. His hazel eyes were extremely dilated as he looked at you, a little drool dripping down his lip.

"You look like a bunch of roses."

He mumbles, petting your arm as if you're a cat. You smile, amused, as you wipe the drool from his chin.

"I look like roses?"

Sam nods, his head lolling onto your arm.

"Your lips…i like..kissing.."

He starts to fade again, daydreaming as he stares at the wall. You sigh, glad that his drip is almost gone and he'd be sobering up soon. Hopefully the doctors wouldn't kick him out for what he did.

"Where's my baby…"

Sam suddenly pipes up again, looking sad and confused.

"Where…where did you go..?"

You brush his cheek, feeling him calm down again.

"I'm right here, remember? You're just a little loopy from the drugs."

Sam sighs, kissing your arm.

"I'm not on drugs. I've never drank marajuana in my life."