Get the Devil out of me

by hectatess

As a specialist, Cas always gets the hard cases. But he also gets results. Maybe not by the usual methods, but results none the less. Now, they assigned him to a very special case, and he finds he gets more and more involved... After something went awry, Dean finds himself cuffed to a bed in a mental institution, a demon squatting in his head. The doctors all think he's crazy.

1. Chapter 1

"I don't know what to feel,
I don't know what to say..."

~Delain - Get the Devil out of me~

Castiël picked up the clipboard with patient information. His next patient was a doozy. Violent tendencies, split personality, hyperactive sexdrive, a penchant for scheming and a foul temper. He sighed. One special guy they had said. He ran his slender fingers through his dark hair, messing it up even worse, making it look like he'd just left his bed after a very busy night. One of the nurses gave him the elevatorlook, before smiling enticingly. Castiël nodded deadpan, determined not to encourage her. He looked at the stats again and mentally squared his shoulders. This was why he had taken this job. This was his destiny.

oooOooo

Watching the door apprehensively, he ran the fingers of his right hand along the soft edge of the cuf on his left wrist. The new doc should come any minute now. His old doc had given up, or given in, depending on your view. The fourth one in a row... And that was just in this joint. He'd run through doctors and institutions like other people ran through dispensible razorblades. A mad cackle escaped his mouth. This doc would soon be gone too and then another. They'd never heal him... He was too far gone anyway. "Shut up, Alastair." he snarled and tried to clock himself, but the restraints prevented him from succeeding. In his head, Alastair laughed wheezingly. Too busy with cussing out Alastair, he never heard the door. "Mr. Winchester?"

The gravelly voice had him spinning his head around. The new doctor stood before him and all he could do was gape. Inside his head, he could feel Alastair lick his chops. The new doctor was a fine example of mankind. Tall, though a little shorter than him, a lanky, yet muscular frame, pink, slighly chapped lips, a little stubble on his jaw, stunningly blue eyes and lovely, dark sexhair. Swallowing, he finally found his voice.
"Yeah... That's me. At least, for now... I got him down for a bit. Not sure he won't resurface soon. Your presence might make him want to take control again. He likes pretty boys like you. He'd love to see how long it takes to break you. The last doc only took him four weeks..."

The doc hadn't moved a muscle, his face impassive, but his eyes showed a certain annoyance. "Mr. Winchester..." the gravelly voice sounded slightly annoyed too.
He grinned animalistic. "Dean, please..." The doc raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Winchester, I'm your new doctor. My name is dr. Novak. Now, I see here..."
Dean interupted him. "What's your real name, doc? You have mine..."
The blue eyes got so hard, they started to resemble saphires. Dean liked it, Alastair even more.