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Teddy Wilson
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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 8:58:12 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Feb 21, 2015 8:58:12 GMT -5

Why? Why did she have to have a major episode while out on the streets? Why did the guy who saw her report her to the medical authorities? Why did they take her away to the mental ward and put her in bright white clothing? And why did she look so pale... so distant? The reasons why were even unknown to Teddy herself, but she had one thing she had to do... she had to tell her friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. They were the only things closest to family she had and she got her 1-minute phone call to be her final chance at getting through to them.

Her eyes opened once the handler opened the door, with a polite knock beforehand, and she led Teddy out of her isolation and to the phone line. Nobody else was there today, strange. Teddy thought it was a little weird, but maybe she had just missed the latest person to have their calls. Teddy shakily picked the phone up and dialed Dean's number, a number she knew all too well.

"Please, Dean... pick up." She whispered in hope, in hope he'd pick up and get her away from this mental asylum. Hearing the screaming of the other patients in the other rooms made her feel even more insane every second of every day as they sped by with no questions. Teddy felt so lost in the mental ward... so very lost.

"Please Dean-o, I need you now more than ever..."
Dean Winchester

Last Edit: Feb 21, 2015 8:59:29 GMT -5 by Teddy Wilson

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 11:02:39 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 21, 2015 11:02:39 GMT -5

It had been almost a month since Bobby had died. Almost a month since Dean's desire to end Dick Roman had skyrocketed. He sat in Rufus' cabin, staring at the clipboard in his hands intensely, only moving when he had to refill his glass of scotch from the kitchen. Sam tried to get him to open up and talk about Bobby but Dean just shut him out. If he started talking about his feelings on losing Bobby, he would lose it himself. The floodgate would open and he would break down, something he never allowed himself to do if he could help it. So instead he doubled his efforts on finding Dick and, more importantly, a way to kill him.

"Dean!" Sam was clapping his hands loudly in Dean's face, trying to pull him out of his latest stupor. The older Winchester looked up with a start. Sam held up Dean's ringing phone which Dean, in his trance, had completely failed to hear. He held up one hand and Sam tossed the phone his way. After catching it, Dean flipped it open and placed it to one ear. "Hello?" He couldn't help the touch of stiffness to his voice. He was busy.

This had better be good.

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Teddy Wilson
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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 14:20:55 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Feb 21, 2015 14:20:55 GMT -5

Teddy's eyes widened at the gruff voice that came on the line. "D-dean? I-It's Teddy..." She stuttered out before her eyes went around at the other patients that were coming and moving around. "H-how are you and Sam? Bobby?" She asked with a shaky voice, her hand shaking slightly as she held the telephone to her ear. She had no idea about Bobby's death - seeing as she was in a mental ward when it happened and now she was finally able to call to check on the three of them... well, two of them...

She then realized she was dragging a bit. She had to get to the point with Dean, otherwise her phone call would be cut short: "Dean I'm in a mental ward in Kansas. I-I was dragged in here and now I'm being treated like an animal... I-I hate it here!" She held back the tears that had risen in her eyes as she spoke slowly but clearly. "I-I'm being forced injections and you know how much I hate needles..." She stuttered with uneasiness evident in her wavering voice. Teddy really didn't like the idea of herself being in a mental ward. She didn't like it one bit.

"I-I would like if you and Sam could come v-visit me... I can't stand it here... I just want to go h-home." She choked back a sob.

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 15:09:58 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 21, 2015 15:09:58 GMT -5

Now, Dean prior to Bobby's death would have been out of his chair in a heartbeat and he and Sam would waste no time in getting to Kansas to spring Teddy from the mental facility. But current Dean had to weigh this over in his head. Was leaving the confines of Rufus' cabin to help Teddy more important than tracking down Dick Roman and ending his sorry excuse of a life? And the fact that she had mentioned Bobby in her original question about their well being didn't help matters. Finally, when he'd let the silence stretch on for probably a good two or three minutes, and he could hear someone in the background telling Teddy her one minute was long passed and her phone call was over, Dean cleared his throat tightly. "We'll be there" he announced and hung up.

Sam was eyeing him curiously. "What's up?" Dean got to his feet, beginning to haphazardly throw things into his open duffel bag on the coffee table. "Teddy got nabbed." "Prison" Sam asked with wide eyes. "Loony bin" Dean corrected woodenly. Sam hesitated. "Dean, look I know you want to find Dick...I do too, but"- "I know" Dean interrupted, zipping his bag closed with a heavy sigh. "Teddy needs help. So let's go." He had, after all, told her at their last meeting to call him any time if she needed help.

Of course, at that point, he hadn't imagined that her call would come at such a bad time.

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 15:19:12 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Feb 21, 2015 15:19:12 GMT -5

Teddy heard his confirmation, she felt like she had struck a nerve with Dean because he seemed so quiet and wasn't as quick to answer as he usually was. She deduced something bad had happened... he didn't even answer how he or Sam, or Bobby, was. She got a bad feeling in her stomach before she was gripped by the arm and dragged from the phone and shoved into her cell, she fell down to the ground at the force of the push before the harsh man shut the door and locked it behind her.

Teddy scrambled weakly as she got up from the ground and to her feet. They ached so much but all she could do was pace around the room... wondering why she was even there. Sure she was talking to thin air but the person who reported her was just some idiotic, posh man that was probably fearing of getting some peasant dirt on him. Teddy growled and picked up the vase from one side of the room, throwing it into the wall on the other end, it smashing to pieces. Water was now pooling on the floor and the plastic flowers inside were sprawled out on the floor.

"I-I just wanna go home. I-I wanna go home, I don't like it here..." She whimpered as she sobbed quietly. Teddy laid down on the stiff bed, uncomfortably laying on her front as she cried into her pillow.

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 15:48:51 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 21, 2015 15:48:51 GMT -5

Their FBI badges had gotten them through the locked front doors. Once inside, they slipped undetected into a supply closet where they donned white lab coats, clipping their fake Monroe Psychiatric Ward staff IDs that Sam had made on the car ride over to the pockets. No one gave them a second glance as they moved through the hallways, looking for Teddy's room. "Found it" Dean muttered, standing in front of Sam to block him from the security cameras sight as he knelt to pick the lock. "Miss. Wilson" Dean announced loudly and professionally for the benefit of the cameras and any passerby as they entered the room. "We're here to bring you to electroshock therapy." He closed the door behind them with a snap and turned to face Teddy. She was a curled up, crying mess on her bed. Sam moved to her side while Dean stayed by the door. "Or, you know, somewhere else" he amended at a normal volume with a twisted smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Like out of this place."

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Teddy Wilson
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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 21, 2015 16:04:31 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Feb 21, 2015 16:04:31 GMT -5

Teddy had been crying herself to sleep for most of the days she had been in the facility. When a booming voice came through the doorway of her room she jumped and gasped, grabbing the knife she had stolen and she held it up to hit Sam but just stopped herself in time. "Sam... Dean?" She whispered, her voice sounded broken and she was paler than a ghost... and that was saying something.

Teddy stood up off her bed, stumbling a little, her eyes resting on her friends. "Y-you are going to take me away from h-here?" She questioned with hope in her eyes. "I-I-I really don't like it here-" She was cut off when a nurse with needles came in and Teddy's eyes widened at the sight of her. She had needlephobia, it was obvious. The nurse didn't care though, she had many restless patients so she was used to the struggling and the shouting and the crying. The nurse looked at the two men. "I'd advise you'd step away from the patient, Miss Wilson is known for lashing out." She stated with an emotionless voice.

Teddy hid the knife back under her pillow before she stood up as straight as she could with her aching muscles. The nurse readied a needle. "Please move your shirt so I can access your shoulder." She stated and then Teddy's eyes widened. "N-no! No! You can't touch my shoulder! No one is supposed to see it!" She shouted restlessly, her mind fogging as she completely forgot Sam and Dean were still in the room. She put a hand on her shoulder to protect it but it seemed futile as the nurse grabbed her with ruthless movements, pinning her to the wall as she forced Teddy's sleeve down, past her shoulder.

The burn marks were now visible and Teddy's eyes watered as she looked down in shame. The nurse gasped. "Oh... if I had known... I'm sorry." She stated, no genuine apologetic tone at all in her voice, before jamming the needle in the aching shoulder and injecting her with her necessary medication. The nurse turned and left while Teddy slowly covered her shoulder back up, her head still looking down to the ground.

Last Edit: Feb 21, 2015 16:05:28 GMT -5 by Teddy Wilson

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 22, 2015 9:55:05 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 22, 2015 9:55:05 GMT -5

"Of course we are" Sam promised. But before either of them, or Teddy, could say anything else, the door had opened. The entering nurse barely glanced at them as she warned them about Teddy's behavior. "We can handle it" Dean replied flatly but the nurse's only focus was Teddy, moving in to inject her with some kind of medication. Teddy's shoulder was scarred and yet the nurse went right ahead and plunged the needle in before turning on her heel and leaving. Sam moved over to Teddy's side again. "Are you ok?"

Dean peered out through the small window on the door to inspect the hallway. "No one's out there. If we're doing this, we're doing this now" he remarked over one shoulder before pulling open the door and gesturing. Sam nodded, slipping into the hallway and borrowing a gurney from a nearby supply closet before bringing it back into the room and giving it a pat. "Up you go Teddy." It would look too suspicious if she just walked out of there with them.

This way bought them a little more time.

We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!

Teddy Wilson
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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Feb 23, 2015 12:17:16 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Feb 23, 2015 12:17:16 GMT -5

Teddy was still holding her shoulder, it stung and ached like Hell but she did feel like her head was a bit clearer than before. When the nurse had gone and Sam had moved over to her side she smiled weakly at him, sadness clear in her eyes: "I-I'm fine... really." She whispered, obviously lying but she just wanted to get out of the psychiatric ward. She hated the place and she really hated that her scarred shoulder was shown to her friends... sure, they were her friends, but she didn't want them to think of her as an ugly ass freak!

Teddy watched Dean and Sam before Sam left the room, to only return with a gurney, of all things. When told to get up on the gurney, Teddy nodded hesitantly before she got up onto it and laid down on it. "Damn these things are so damn uncomfortable..." She grumbled as it didn't help with the pain in her shoulder. She'd have to massage it later, if they eventually got her out of the hellhole she was currently placed within.

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Insanity //Dean&Sam// Mar 6, 2015 9:43:26 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 6, 2015 9:43:26 GMT -5

"You can always stay here" Dean commented dryly when she complained of the gurney's lack of comfortable-ness. He peered through the door again to make sure their coast was still clear. One or two nurses were wandering about, but with their fake IDs and lab coats that shouldn't be a problem. Dean gave Sam, who was holding the gurney's handle, ready to stroll it along, a clipped nod. "Let's go."

Sure enough, not one of the nurses gave them a second glance. They were just two regular doctors bringing their patient to another room in the hospital for tests and whatnot. Sam kept the gurney moving while Dean consulted the map of the building he'd drawn up on his phone, trying to get them to the closest exit. He kept muttering directions under his breath at Sam as they walked. And finally, they'd come to an empty side hallway with a small door that would deposit them onto the sidewalk out back of the building. "Alright, down you go" Dean announced, gesturing for Teddy to hop off of the gurney.

One more step and they'd be home free.

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