Sam sat on the bed in the room that he was living in at the mental hospital. He and his brother Dean were admitted there a few months ago for severe religious psychosis, paranoia, and delusions.

He was waiting for one of the doctors to check on him, like they do every morning. His head turned towards the door when he heard it open. 

His eyes softened when he saw that it was you checking on him today. “Good morning, Doctor,” he said in a quiet voice while he sighed as you walked up to him.