Supernatural Club
rejoindre
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
This isn't my article. I found it on a site and though it would be interesting to share.


When the Winchesters went into a psychiatric hospital on Supernatural, they weren't just facing a Wraith, they were facing their own psyches. They may have gone a little cuckoo, but "Sam, Interrupted" was one of the plus psychological episodes of Supernatural, exploring the root causes behind Sam and Dean's actions.

For Sam, the episode revealed that his rage and violent outbursts aren't connected to drinking demon blood, they're much deeper. This makes sense because, if you're looking for the cause of Sam's current psyche, it goes back long before he met Ruby.

Sam's issues can be traced back to childhood, and they are in the inevitable result of Dean's Hero Complex. He was always the little brother, the one who needed to be protected and sheltered. Dean was raised par John, for better ou for worse, but Sam never really got the chance to know either of his parents. Instead, he was raised par Dean, and Dean's willingness to sacrifice everything for Sam prevented Sam from being able to face reality on his own.

He tried to go out into the world and find his own place, but as soon as he fell in l’amour with Jessica, she was killed par Azazel. Sam's one attempt at finding his own way in life ended in tragedy, and since he was shielded as much as possible as a child, he couldn't fully handle the trauma.

Instead, Sam lashed out. Like a jack in the box, he exploded and channeled all of his rage outwardly onto demons. Dean is aware enough of how crappy their lot in life is to turn to booze and women to dull the pain, but repressed Sammy takes out his frustrations on others.

Basically, whether its Dean's boozing and womanizing ou Sam's uncontrollably rage, the root cause is abandonment from their father. As awesome as John Winchester was, he wasn't the most emotionally available father.

He forced Dean to grow up too quickly, and as a result, he inadvertently allowed Sam never to grow up at all. The result is two brothers with wildly different approaches to handling their daddy issues. For Sam, that happens to be killing as many demons as possible as violently as possible.

I hate to break it to him, but no matter how many monsters he ganks, his daddy will never come back to comfort him. Unless he builds a field of dreams.


What do toi think?
The motel.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room suivant door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have a dit she hadn’t seen her husband, it was plus likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape...
continue reading...
Cas was standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. He looked very pale and his body felt like it was on fire. His hands had started itching again and this time Cas couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the mirror cupboard and took the scissors. He tried to open it, but the bandage was too tick and inconvenient to even hold it for five seconds.
He brought his right hand to his mouth and his teeth chewed the bandage. He unwounded the bandage with his teeth and when his hand was free, he used it to take the bandage off his left hand. He threw the bandage on the floor and looked at his scarred...
continue reading...
Dean and Jo were sitting in a restaurant. Jo had convinced Dean to go out so that he could take his mind of Cas and whatever it was that kept making him ill.
“You look pretty” Dean said, with a faint smile.
“I didn’t even change my outfit” Jo answered cynical.
Dean looked down and Jo recognized his expression.
“Are toi texting?” she asked upset.
“What?” Dean a dit quick. “No, no, I was…I was checking time…”
“why? toi bored?” Jo asked offended.
“No!” Dean denied firm. “I just…I don’t want to leave Cas alone for too long. He’s sick and I’m afraid that...
continue reading...
Cas glanced at the clock on the wall. An heure had gone par and they hadn’t heard from Jo ou Meg.
“I’m sorry, buddy” Dean said, a little too chipper. Cas shot him a furious look and Dean swallowed. “Maybe if toi just get some sleep, then I’ll take care of dinner. And don’t come up with the ‘I can’t eat, when Meg’s not around’ crap. toi have to eat”
Cas shrugged wearily. “Fine, then, if toi insist” he mumbled and he stood. When he walked around the table, tableau he quickly bagged Sam’s phone, which Sam had left on the table.
He took the phone to his room and put it on the...
continue reading...
Meg had stayed behind in the hospital after Jo had advised her to get a checkup. She wasn’t injured like Cas, but she had still been in ice cold water and she had been in contact with electricity. So, a checkup wouldn’t hurt.
The doctor draw some blood.
“How long have toi been feeling sick?” he asked.
“Since now, really” Meg answered in full honesty. “One moment I’m feeling fine, the suivant I’m running off to the bathroom, puking my guts out”
“Do toi get stressed easy?” the doctor asked.
“No” Meg responded. “I don’t know. I’m not really familiar with emotions”...
continue reading...
Cas was sitting up in his hospital bed. There was a bandage around his neck and his hands and feet were bandaged. Dean, Sam, Jo and Meg were sitting around the bed.
“This picture is starting to get too familiar” Cas a dit grumpy. He lifted up his hand and tried to scratch his neck, but didn’t really succeed.
Meg took his hand and cast him an approaching look.
“What? It itches. toi didn’t get stabbed par a piece of a mirror” Cas muttered.
“Don’t be such a baby” Meg reproached him.
“I almost died in that maze” Cas defended himself upset.
“So did I, but toi don’t hear me complaining”...
continue reading...
Dean stared at his car, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
The suivant room, which was also the last, led both players to what looked like a workshop. They were standing on some kind of balcony and Meg walked closer to the edge to get a better look at the people down there, when she heard a weird noise. She turned around to see Cas stumbling out of the other room.
“Oh my God” she gasped and she ran towards him. Without thinking she took off the chemise again, allowing Cas to see the scars on her skin.
“Press this against the wound” she said. Cas, too weakened to protest, did what she told him. “Follow me” she took his free hand and pulled him...
continue reading...
Meg had returned to her spot on the floor opposite the ICU room Cas was in. She heard footsteps coming their way and she averted her head to right. A young girl with wavy, blonde hair, green eyes and thin lips walked towards them. She didn’t say a word, but turned to the guard.
“You should go and eat something” she a dit sharp and the guardian left.
Meg widened her eyes. “Hey, what are toi up to?” she asked when the girl put the latch down and opened the door. She reached out her hand to Meg. “Get up. I want toi to witness this miracle” Meg accepted her hand and let the girl pull...
continue reading...
“I will come back. I need to ask Castiel a few questions too, but as long as he’s on intensive care…” Isabel didn’t finish her sentence. She stood, walked to the door and left.
“What is she talking about?” Meg asked urgent at Heather. “What is Cas doing on intensive care?”
Heather took a deep breath. This was going to be really hard, ‘cause even though Meg would never admit it, it was obvious she cared deeply for her…friend, as she called him.
“Meg, I need toi to listen very carefully” Heather started softly. “Something happened to Cas. When toi were brought to the...
continue reading...
One week later.
Heather was sitting par Meg’s bed. A week had gone par and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Meg opened the door of her motel room to let Cas in. Cas widened his eyes. “Did toi paint your hair?” he asked, glaring at the blonde wisps on Meg’s head.
“No, I woke up like this” Meg replied sarcastically. “The correct term is ‘dye’, par the way” She walked back into the motel and Cas followed her.
“I like it. It’s shorter, but I like it” Cas a dit and he reached for Meg’s hair, but she pulled away.
“So, eh, why are toi here? I thought you’d moved back in with Dean and Sam” Meg asked casual, while she consciously tried to avoid looking at Cas. “You two lovebirds...
continue reading...
Meg was sleeping on the couch. She was so bored she had fallen asleep. She abruptly woke up when someone was banging the door and she had to get up.
“What?” she asked grumpy when she saw Anna standing in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” she asked as she entered the motel room. Meg raised her eyebrows as she closed the door. “We need to talk” Anna a dit casual. “You probably wonder why I didn’t fly into your motel room”
“Not really, no” Meg commenté slowly. “What do we have to talk about?” she asked slightly nervous. Now that she was a human, anges really scared the crap...
continue reading...
Dean parked the Impala in front of the motel Meg was staying. “Are toi sure about this?” he asked, turning to Cas.
Cas nodded. “Thank you” he a dit hoarse. “For not telling Sam” Dean didn’t comment, but loosened his siège ceinture and got out of the car. He walked around it, when Cas stepped out too.
“No, wait here” Dean said. “Let me go first”
“Why?”
“She’s not very happy with you, right now. I might have to use a little persuasion” Dean explained.
“What kind of persuasion?” Cas asked suspicious.
“Just trust me, alright?” Dean replied. “I promise I won’t...
continue reading...
Cas appeared outside Dean’s room, ignoring the short shrieks of the nurses. He opened the door and Sam looked up.
“You came” he a dit relieved.
“I’m sorry I left” Cas said. “There were things I needed to take care of”
“Yeah, sure, but can toi save that for later?” Sam said. “Right now we really need your help”
“What’s going on?” Cas asked numb.
“Zoey didn’t just shoot Dean. She also shot Jo” Sam said.
“Jo’s dead?” Cas asked soft. Sam shook his head. “No, not yet” he said. “But her life’s hanging par a thread and toi might be her only hope”
Cas...
continue reading...
Sam was sitting at Dean’s death bed, when the door opened and Ellen walked in. Sam was Lost in grief, so he didn’t hear her. It wasn’t until she lay her hand on his shoulder that he looked up.
“Ellen?” he a dit confused. He hadn’t thought about calling anyone, so why was she here? “Did Cas call you?” he asked, though he knew that couldn’t be the case.
“No” Ellen a dit numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little plus strength in her voice, she said: “That chienne shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...
continue reading...
Zoey knocked the door of the motel room. She had seen Dean leave a minute ago. He probably went to the blonde girl she just shot.
“Cas? Can toi open the door?” she asked sweet.
Cas rotated his head and looked at the door.
“Please, Cas? I just want to talk” Zoey a dit slow.
Cas looked at the lit suivant to him, but Meg had fallen asleep. Lucky her, Cas thought.
“Cas, I have Dean and I have a gun. Open the door now”
Cas’ eyes widened in fear and he slowly came out of bed.
“I’m…I’m coming” he stammered. “Don’t kill him” He held his stomach, his injuries were still not completely...
continue reading...
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five an old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of château Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam a dit fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean a dit disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean a dit and Sam heard him lock the door.
Daphne and Dean were standing in the woods.
“There. That’s where it happened” Daphne pointed at the lake. “I’m sorry, I’m not going any closer”
“I think we should” Dean a dit insensitive. He grabbed Daphne’s arm again and pulled her to the lake. “Now, tell me what happened”
“He drowned, that’s what happened!” Daphne yelled. “I was supposed to look after him, but I failed”
“That’s the story Zoey told you” Dean said. “Is there someone else who could tell toi what happened?”
“No, of course not” Daphne a dit irritated. “Unless toi count Martin, but he’s-”...
continue reading...
Zoey was furious. She couldn’t believe that demon slut got to be the first woman Cas had ever slept with.
“You think that’s funny?” she asked trembling.
“I think it’s hilarious” Cas admitted.
“You want to know what’s funny?” Zoey said. “While you’re here making fun of me, your precious Meg is going through the same pain toi are”
“What?” Cas asked confused.
“Yeah, I gave Daphne a syringe with your blood and told her to stab Meg with it. I told her Meg was going to hurt you. As long as your blood stays in her system, everything that happens to you, happens to her in...
continue reading...