A/N: Another in my Missing Moment series of stories. I hope you enjoy this small trip to the asylam with Dean and Sam. Set in the middle of the season five episode Sam, Interrupted. Before Dean and Sam finally lose it. :D

I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes in the following story. If there are any please forgive me and I hope it does not distract too much from your enjoyment. – If you enjoy :D

CHAPTER ONE

Dean sat nervously watching the crazies. He'd always known he'd end up in a place like this, though he'd expected to be dragged here, not stroll in of his own free will, but what could he do it was a case and hunters help hunters, even if they were three fries short of a happy meal and he was in desperate need of a normal case, something that didn't involve the end of the world, Lucifer or dickless angels.

Though there was one angel he wouldn't mind seeing right now and he was far from dickless. Dean smirked to himself. He and Cas hadn't had many opportunities to spend time together since Carthage, Dean and Sam were doing what they did best, hunting down evil sons of bitches, while Cas was off in search of his father. But they'd had a few brief encounters and at this moment they were replaying themselves in Dean's over active mind.

"Dean."

Dean gaze shot up to meet the now familiar voice of his psychiatrist. "Doc." He sighed. "Back so soon? – haven't you shrunk my brain enough for one day?"

She smiled and took her seat opposite him. "Yes, well I was going over my notes and came to a realization."

"Let me guess, I'm wacko." Dean laughed; this woman was beginning to really grate at his last nerve.

She laughed back. "Do you think your wacko?" it wasn't a serious question, she was teasing him.

"I'm in here ain't I? - So Doc, what you want?"

She leaned back in her chair and studied him, her fingers folding across her middle. Dean mirrored her gesture.

"So, Dean. – How long have you been gay?"

"What!" Dean shot forward. "I – I'm not gay. – Keep your voice down." His eyes darting around to be sure Sam wasn't in the room.

"Are you ashamed of being gay Dean?"

"I'm not gay!" he replied in a forceful voice.

The doctors perfectly shaped brow rose ever so slightly. "So you've never had a physical relationship with a man?"

Define man, Dean said silently. "No."

"Never?" The Doc quizzed disbelievingly.

"No. – We've already covered my love-life. I don't do long term and I'm not gay."

The doctor seemed to sit thinking for a moment before leaning forward across the table to meet Dean's nervous gaze. He could almost swear the woman was reading his mind.

"You asked me earlier to define long term. – I'm thinking we should define relationship."

Dean felt his gut tighten. He didn't want to poke at that particular sleeping bear.

She leaned back again, smiling. "Is there anyone you spend a lot of time with…. Other than your brother?"

Dean met her gaze unflinchingly, biting the inside of his lip, swallowing hard. He did not want to talk about this, but she was obviously not going to let it go. She was sat there, smiling and waiting for his answer.

"Dean?"

"I have friends?"

"How many?"

Dean squirmed, his eyes drifting to the tabletop before he forced them up to glare at his doctor, he went to answer but she quickly interrupted.

"Other than Bobby."

Dean frowned.

"You mentioned him while we were discussing your father. So other than him, how many?"

Dean shifted again in his seat. "Friends aren't top of my priorities at the moments, you know with the world ending and all."

"But you have them?"

She wasn't going to quit.

"One."

"Huh." She huffed thoughtfully. "You close?"

"He pulled me out of hell so ya, you could say that." Dean was become frustrated and angry. He didn't want to dreg any of this up.

"That sounds like it could forge a rather strong bond."

"I guess."

"And this friend…." She paused for Dean to provide a name, which he had no intention of doing.

"This friend." She sighed. "You spend as much time with him as with Sam?"

"Yeah, the three of us have a lot going on."

"The three of you? – You, Sam and your friend…." She was thinking again. "… The angel?"

Dean met her unwavering gaze. How the hell did she know?