The idea is all the work of the wonderful GhostAsylum and her friend. I just put her epic RP in story form. :P This was super fun to write! And i'm so honored that it stemmed from "In the Asylum". Gahh! I love her ^^ and I'm so happy she loves her gift.

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Anyway on to the story!

Their smiles.

Gorgeous.

Dean could barely contain his own grin whenever he looked up to the men watching over him. The tall protective figure in black was extraordinarily handsome with his long flowing hair, but even more so, was the sense of protection he conveyed. The other figure, while shorter, was just as affectionate with his giddy gapped-tooth smile. The blonde strip of hair that flowed over his shoulder shined golden in the sun that rarely reared its head over the psych ward. Then again, this was one of the weekly days out so Dean was free of the confiding walls if only for an hour or so. In the park just outside the ominous hospital, Ambrose and many other patients gained a slight taste of liberation. Some chose to wander aimlessly while others chose to relish in the chance for exercise. Dean chose to take pleasure in the company of the two gentlemen that stayed with him constantly.

Roman and Seth; that was their self proclaimed names. Even that was gorgeous.

None of the other patients ever asked what had his attention as he sat on the park bench. Declared a lost cause long ago, very few even bothered to hold conversation with the man; however, Dr. Wade Barrett was always interested in the peculiarities of the younger man. He even found Dean a little…amusing at times.

Like now.

Wade strolled over to Ambrose, white coat blowing slightly behind him. The summer breeze was inviting for once. Running his fingers through his hair, the doctor smirked down at Dean. He hadn't even acknowledged Barrett. So wrapped up in his own world, he was. Wade crouched and followed Dean's gaze. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "What are you gawking at again, Ambrose?" There was no answer so Wade persisted. With a winning smile he shook the shoulder and pointed outwards. "Your little friends are back, aren't they?" The goofy grin on Dean's face only grew as Barrett finished. "I take it they're what's got you all giddy, huh?" The older man stood back to his feet and goaded Ambrose further. "Go on, wave to 'em."

The suggestion was easily accepted and Dean waved back so kindly, so excitedly, so untouched by the hardship of the situation he was placed in. Ambrose was never happier than in moments with Seth and Roman, Wade observed. As it neared the end of the park visit, many of the patients were ushered back to the building by staffers.

Barrett tapped the man and motioned for him to prepare for departure. "The clouds will be rolling in soon. It's time to go back in."

Dean's distress became slightly evident as his smile waned. His eyes never left their fixed spot from the open field while he stood. "The Tall In White are always trying to keep us apart, Wade."

"I know," The doctor sighed, placing an understanding hand on the man's shoulder only for it to be slapped away.

"And I know that's why they stick me with those needles, Wade! You and I both know what they're trying to do!" Dean fired back with fury but calmed himself, seeing the unsure look on Wade's face. Ambrose sagged visibly, melancholy written in his eyes. "Roman and Seth tell me I'm different from the other Grays- that I don't need that stuff- and I believe them."

Wade couldn't think of his next move. Reassuring words were somewhat lost in this situation. Ultimately, he decided to lead the man away. "I do too, Ambrose. I do too."

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With Ambrose tossing and turning, the storm raged on against the barred up window. Lighting cracked through the thick heady air as heavy rain pelted the outside world, saturating the darkness beyond the confinement. Inside, a storm was running rampant as well. As he lied in the bed, Dean smashed the white pillow against his ears. He was surrounded in the suddenly small swelter of a room. Every little sound was muted and in its stead there was a cacophony of whispers. General comments, gossip, threats: all caused him to restlessly shift his eyes back and forth against the cold brick wall parallel to his bed. Even more unsettling was the disturbing feeling that someone had found their way into the cage he called a room. Among the darkness their footsteps were guided, confident. There was no hesitation to the figure moving closer and closer, slower and slower. It dragged on, the atmosphere chocking Dean to near asphyxiation until he had to roll over, desperate to discover his tormentor. And there in the pitch blackness, stood a shadowy figure accompanied by many others who stood by its side. Even against the rest of the forms, the sinister figure was far more prevalent with his deviously maddening grin. Dean sat up noiselessly and stared bug-eyed. He didn't move, didn't breath, unaware of it himself. Then, with a loud cackle, the figures all raced across the room towards Ambrose the remaining distance.

Dean screamed to the top of his lungs, lunging backwards on his bed and subsequently crashing his back against the brick. Too far gone to even take notice to the pain, Ambrose swung endlessly at the hands that seemed to grab at him, kicked at the devilish villains for reprieve. Freed momentarily, he snatched up his pillow hearing the voices getting louder and louder. He covered his ears again; sure the shadows would swallow his defenseless self whole. He could feel their greedy grasp clutching his neck. Vying for help, he delivered a final pained screech and shut his eyes tightly.

Then everything ceased.

Again there was peace.

Again there was quiet.

Ambrose sat for a moment before carefully opening his eyes in moderation. The forms had disappeared. The voices were diminished. It was just him in his room once more as the rain came down. Already in a cold sweat, he had no plans of lying back down. To only further aid his cause, the door squeaked open as the lock twisted noisily. Both piercing sounds were uneasy. Unsettling. All Dean could do was stare in alert. Were the shadows returning? He gripped the sheets in anticipation for the next and tensed when the sound of a giggle bounced loudly through his room. Much to his surprise however, he was greeted by the two-tone haired cutie from earlier, his Seth.

The smaller man waved to Dean excitedly as he stood in the dimly lit doorway. Dean couldn't stop the skeptical smile he threw back as he waved as well. Seth giggled again, the once eerie sound becoming warming at Ambrose's recognition. He crooked a finger eagerly to the other and ran out the room.

Disbelievingly Dean watched until Seth repeated his demand to follow. After that, Ambrose had no choice but to run after the man. He escaped the threshold of his room's doorway and stopped, basking in the unusually dim hallways. Creepy but not worth noticing. He looked around curiously until he heard the loud stormy rain pattering against actual earth. Next he felt a breeze all the way down to his bare feet, tracing the air to the open doors at the end of the hall. Not only did he find Seth but Roman as well, both standing under the umbrella in the larger man's hands. The black clothing they wore nearly blended with the nightscape aside from the wall of pelting rain.

Excitement seemed to course through Dean and it only grew as he was nudged over by Roman's simple head nod. Just as he started his steps, mischievous grins graced Roman and Seth's lips and they ran outside with the umbrella. "Hey, get back here and wait for me!"Ambrose guffawed inwardly while he raced towards the men. Appreciatively, Dean closed his eyes to take in the cool feeling of the rain against his skin. It had been so long since he'd freely been out in a downpour. He was hyped on pure adrenaline at that point. By the time he caught up, his feet squished with newly formed mud and he was soaked to the bone. Many locks of auburn hair covered his eyes and his gray clothing clung to him for life.

Dean couldn't see much in front of him but there was a deep rumbling chuckle from Roman as he moved a large hand to sweep the mop that curtained Ambrose's face. He grinned and cupped the paler man's cheek. "Are you awake now?" Ambrose returned the laughter wholeheartedly and Seth dragged both away to stand under a ledge of the building, guarding them from the rain a bit better than the umbrella.

Seth pushed his hair back over his shoulder and moved what hair of Dean's Roman had missed. "You look like a wet dog."

"Shut up," Dean scoffed jokingly, shoving Seth into the rain momentarily before the man scrambled back to safety. Those few seconds alone had the smaller man lightly drenched. The pout he wore was too cute to take seriously. "Now you look like a wet dog too."

"Yeah…" Seth sighed slightly before turning to Roman. The silent man returned the look until he felt Dean also gazing at him. He looked between the two of them suspiciously. Before he knew it, he was shoved out into the rain as well, Seth snatching the umbrella as Dean pushed.

"You little…!" Roman emerged from the cold downpour, in a similar state as his friends. He attempted to swish his wet hair away from his vision but the long strands clung to his face and neck. The scene was priceless, aiding in the pleased uproar of chuckles the men let out.

"I guess we're all wet dogs now." Dean sighed as he came down from his laughter, a sound unfamiliar to even his own ears. "But I knew you both were coming. You kinda worried me back there with all the creeping around though. Thought maybe it was another Tall In White. I skipped on the medication today so they're gunning for me."

Seth pulled his wet hair back and smiled. "Sorry about that. I had to be quiet. Didn't need anyone waking up." Tilting his head thoughtfully, the younger man added. "Not that too many of the patients sleep at all."

Roman nodded in agreement. "Very true." He lightly poked Dean to inquire. "That doctor in the park…Barrett, right? He wasn't giving you a hard time was he?" The threatening tone was brisk as it underscored the man's overprotective question. "You were arguing with him earlier, weren't you?"

"No, actually. Barrett's cool. He's the only one who doesn't get off on sticking us up with needles." Ambrose sneered and leaned against the wall. "Only one that acknowledges that you two are here."

Roman and Seth eyed Dean worriedly; the only sound resonating through the air was the still heavy rain pattering around them.

"Well hey," Changing the mood, Seth grabbed Dean's hands and tugged him. "The only one who needs to acknowledge us is you. Nothing else matters." With a hard pull, Seth dragged Ambrose out into the rain with him, spinning rhythmically and humming a joyful tune. He let go of Dean to outstretch his arms and yell to the heavens. "Nobody else in the world matters!"

When Seth finished his proclamation, he turned with his drenched infectious smile. Dean returned the grin to mirror the performance and announce to the skies. "Nobody else matters to me more than Seth and Roman!" He let his eyes view both men before dropping his arms. "Nobody." The simple words held a clear passion that could only make Seth attempt to hide the tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks.

Roman, on the other hand, looked all too pleased with the confession, choosing to call the men back to his side in the dry haven. "Get over here before you two get a cold. I don't know if I'll be able to take care of both of you."

Obediently, Seth and Dean hustled to the shelter, clinging to Roman under his umbrella. Together they strolled reluctantly back to the exit doors of the building. Midstride, Roman stopped his walk, domino affecting the others. They looked to him curiously before the man stole soft pecks on the lips of both Seth and Dean. It was enough to get both blushing again and enough to satisfy Roman for the night. With that accomplished, they continued towards the hospital.

Once they were at the entryway, Roman untangled Ambrose from his grip. He ushered the man to step through the double doors. Dean was far more disinclined to do so- especially with this nagging eerie feeling he got with each step- but he knew he needed to. As he stepped inside, he gazed back at Roman and Seth. Their eyes already saw his question coming. Pleadingly he hung off the knob, casting puppy dog eyes at his friends. "Can't you stay in my room tonight?"

Seth and Rome laughed at the question, having heard it many times before. The larger man gave a knowing look and pointed. "You know the people in there would go berserk if they found us in the morning."

"And it's not like we're easy to hide." Seth nudged Roman, "especially not the big guy here."

Ambrose heard a small sound, like footprints behind him and turned quickly, shaking it off and figuring it to just be dead air messing with him. He averted his attention back to more important matters. A small chuckle escaped him and he shook his head. "I guess you're right."

"Aren't I always?" Taking very few steps, the shortest hugged Ambrose tightly. Seth kissed his cheek before reconnecting himself to Roman's arm, Roman advancing to follow Seth's actions.

Roman pressed his forehead to Dean's and commanded sweetly. "Go. Change. Sleep. Now." The leviathan rubbed Dean's shoulder and turned on his way. Waving behind him, he ushered Seth along.

Seth nodded to Dean and ran, turning to give his final goodbyes. "We'll be back through in the morning so wait for us!" With the warning thrown, the two men strode away in the rain.

Ambrose slowly closed the door when they were out of eyesight, not being able to wipe the grin off his face. Those two were really something else. Something good. Something perfect. Dean chocked out a silent squeal of excitement and raced as soundlessly as possible back to his room. The morning just couldn't come soon enough.

Upon reaching his room, Dean stood in the space. It looked much more like a room than the void it was before his friends' arrival. Even the lack of light wasn't as prevalent. Thunder boomed from the window outside but Dean faced the sound head on. He ran to the window and stared out into the rain, a smile easing on his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he lied down on his bed and began to hum the joyous tune he remembered from Seth. The peace from the small action was far greater than any discomfort a storm could throw at him. He was on cloud nine and nothing could bring Dean down.

Or it seemed.

In the midst of his leisure, a hoard of nurses abruptly bombarded the room. Before Ambrose could think to move, hands were yanking him away and down the hall he had just ventured out into. The grabby appendages of the nurses jerked him every way: gripping his hair tightly, yanking his still sodden clothes, forcing his limbs to contort to their design. The only thing Dean could manage was releasing the ear-wrenching screams of alert that built up inside him. The commotion caused inquest from the other patients as they fearfully peeked out from their rooms. All the struggle, the bodies, the noises: it drew them back into hiding. They knew what was to come next. Ambrose was a lost cause after all.

The nurses reached their destination too soon as Dean was tossed to the feet of the head doctor in the hospital. Notoriously ruthless, Dr. Randy Orton enjoyed his job more than any other staffer. He enjoyed it so much in fact, he usually wore a self-serving smirk while he did it. Ambrose immediately felt a chill run down his spine, recognition of the man washing over him.

"Awww, Ambrose." Randy shook his head in exaggerated disappointment. "Otunga, one of my nurses, said he saw you out of your room tonight." Orton hawked intently on Dean's petrified eyes as they bulged. "Said you were standing by the door talking, maybe, to someone. Who were you talking to, Ambrose?"

Dean gulped down the sickening panic raging in his body, quivering as he answered. "T-they were…I…I was…"

"Who?" Randy repeated all too calmly.

Ambrose clenched his eyes shut and yelled. "Seth and Roman! I was with Seth and Roman! They came to take me out!"

"Oh…?" Orton asked offhandedly. He stared at Dean in analysis before his signature grin spread, revealing his abnormally pointy ivories. "Out huh? Roman and Seth?" Randy reached in his coat pockets and pulled out a heavy syringe along with a numbing dose of medication.

Seeing the tool, Dean flew to his feet in a rampage, trying to escape, but he was easily bound by the surrounding nurses. "No! No! Doc…please…I…I need to see Seth and Roman! They exist I know they do!"

Randy moved as calmly as he always did, filling the needle with a large dosage of liquid. He plucked the instrument to check its potency before advancing on Dean. With the hand that wasn't occupied, Randy grabbed Dean's jaw roughly. The grip contradicted the eerie grin that didn't leave Orton's face, but it aligned perfectly with the words that slid so smoothly out of the man's throat. "Listen, you little worm. I don't allow misconduct in my hospital- especially not from some punk who's probably better off dead. And believe me, you'd be better off. As much as I enjoy every minute of running through you, piercing you with my syringe, there's not enough medication in the world to cure a basket case like you."

Through gritted teeth, Dean pleaded. "I don't need medication! Roman and Seth-"

"Roman and Seth can't save you, Dean. They don't exist."

"They do exist! They're real! Seth and Roman are-" The rest of the sentence broke off into a loud anguished gasp as Orton shoved the needle deep into Ambrose's neck. Dean could feel the pressure of the medication forcing its way pass his skin and into his veins. He convulsed on instinct and nearly jerked his body away from the object, but before too long his vision began to fail. His balance began to diminish rapidly and his limbs were on the brink of debilitation. One moment he was on his feet then he blinked and was on the cold ground below him. He balled up to defend against the world his senses couldn't detect, simply muttering cries of help. "Roman…Seth…" Final pleas, before unconsciousness took over.

Randy stood over his patient and smirked wider. He wiped a stray piece of wet hair off Dean's forehead and scoffed. "This is how I like my patients. He's so much better like this, isn't he Wade?" Orton glanced over his shoulder. Bruised and bleeding, Dr. Barrett held himself, agony evident on his face. "Wade…you don't look so good. Maybe you should lie down for a minute. I know… why don't you join Ambrose? You like him a lot, right? Yeah…you two should really get to know one another down there on the floor."

Just as Orton's words escaped him, Wade fell from his feet. He looked over to Dean, sorrow filling his eyes. "Ambrose I…please f-forgive… me" The apology died as the man blacked out.

I love the alternate look at mentally unstable Dean! This may be continued so stay tuned for more great stuff to pop out of her mind!