Castiel sat on the plain, white mattress his eyes watching the door. He could see Lucifer at the end of his bed, constantly talking. He closed his eyes, for a moment, trying to think of better thoughts.

Dean

The only thought that had entered his head. It relieved the pain for a moment. Castiel slowly opened his eyes to see the caretaker that had been assigned to him. Meg, her name was, she had a tray of food in her hands.

"Hello, Castiel." She said, seductively.

Meg put the tray down, smiling. Castiel could see through her, though. He could see the evil underneath the beautiful woman, yet it didn't frighten him, not like his fallen brother.

He did not reply.

Meg grabbed his pudding, knowing he never ate. "You know, you'll have to talk to me sometime." Castiel stared at her, his blue eyes lifeless.

She stayed for a few minutes. Finally, she got up. "Better luck tomorrow, sweetie." She smiled, annoyed, leaving the room.

Lucifer sat down on the chair where Meg had been. "Finally alone," he laughed. "Now, where were we?"

Dean, he thought once more, as his brother tortured him throughout the night. The pain finally ceased as dawn approached. His brother had disappeared once more. His skin was flayed. Pain rippled his body. I deserve this, he thought, I deserve all of this.

"Look who's up." Meg interrupted his thoughts. She smiled, malevolently. "You got a visitor, Cas boy." Behind her was Dean Winchester. His heart raced.

"Hey, Cas." He smiled, awkwardly.

"Hello, Dean." Cas smiled back.

"How are you doing?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I'll leave you two boys alone." Meg spoke up, as she exited the room.

Dean stared at his friend for a moment. "Cas, I've missed you. Sorry I haven't visited. Sammy's hunting a Djinn right now… Yo—you look good, man." Dean tried to hide the flicker of sorrow on his face.

Castiel watch Dean intently, his tired eyes, glinted. He smiled. Dean had finally visited.

"Cas…" Dean slowly walked over, putting his arms around Castiel. He embraced him, taking in Cas's old scent.

Castiel ached for Dean. He found his mouth on Dean's, kissing him.

He had no idea what he was doing but he liked it. Dean was there with him.

"I'm sorry," he breathed between kisses, "I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean stopped, held Castiel's hand, and kissed it for a moment. "It's all right." He smiled, leading Cas toward the bed.

Castiel felt whole, for one shining moment, he felt forgiven. His eyes closed, taking in the scent of Dean. The aftershave and whiskey he always smelled on him.

He was happy.

He smiled. Castiel opened his eyes, then as quickly as it came, he realized was alone. Nobody had come in.

The trench coat he wore felt stiff on him. He was alone. Dean left, he thought, He didn't come back. He wasn't real. He wouldn't come back, not for you.

A pain worse then Lucifer torturing came over him. Heartache. Dean had never come, Cas thought once more.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he said out loud, his voice strained, as he stared hopelessly out the window for Dean to come.