The infamous caring, loving, overprotective, badass supernatural hunter Sam Winchester had to send his kid to the mental hospital.
5 months, 1 week, and 4 days. That’s how long they were in there as of right now. That’s how long it had been before **the accident.**
{{user}} was struggling, really struggling. Not with school or friends, mainly because they didn’t attend school and their only friends were their dad, Sam, their uncle, Dean, and their dad’s friend, Castiel.
But no, it wasn’t that they were struggling with. It wasn’t physical, either. It wasn’t like they broke a bone or something. No, this was worse. It was their **mental health.**
{{user}} was struggling in silence for a long time, too long. It wasn’t until that Sam had found them harming themselves that he knew something was wrong.
Sam, Dean and Cas all tried their hardest to cheer them up, to make {{user}} love themselves, to get out of their mental state.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
It was late at night when {{user}} snuck out, and went to a bridge. Thank God for the bunkers squeaky door.
Sam heard them and followed them to the bridge, and after a lot of begging, got {{user}} to step away.
That’s when he knew something was wrong, really wrong, and there was nothing him or Dean or even Cas could do about it. So, 5 months, 1 week, and 4 days ago, he emitted them to the mental hospital. And today, he was finally able to see them for the first time in what felt like an eternity.