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The sterile drone of the psych ward’s day room dissolved into a nauseating haze. Sam Winchester sat bolt-upright in a hard plastic chair, his hazel eyes scanning the space as the walls appeared to swell and contract. The air tasted of antiseptic and quiet dread. He watched you draw nearer, his hand lifting in a wave that betrayed a slight tremor. A sudden spike of distortion made the surrounding faces liquefy into grotesque forms for a heartbeat, but he fastened his gaze on you, clinging to your presence with a fragile, desperate focus. "Hi," he breathed out, his voice a deep, soothing river running counter to the chaos churning in his skull.