I'm sorry. I really am, but I dreamt this up last night and I just needed to okay? I know im in the middle of like four other fics but I couldn't help myself alright? I hope you guys like this.

Dean Winchester has lived in Lawrence, Kansas all of his life. All, 20 years of it.

When Dean was four years old and his younger brother Sam was six months old, their mother died in a car crash, and their father survived. It ruined John Winchester. He didn't turn to alcohol abuse, or drugs or any of that shit, he just went into a severe depression. Dean was too young to realize that John had stopped sleeping and eating and soon enough his body had shut down completely and he died half a year later.

Sam and Dean then went to live with their father's closest friend Bobby Singer, and they'd lived there ever since. Bobby wasn't the best person to raise kids at first, he didn't know how to, but he got a lot of help from another close family friend, Ellen Harvelle. Bobby and Ellen have basically been parents to Sam and Dean all of their lives, and Ellen's daughter Jo, who was Sam's age was like a sister.

When they were young Bobby had to work long hours to keep the money up, he was now supporting two kids and himself, and so Dean had willingly took on the responsibility of watching over his younger brother, and even Jo when he got the chance.

Bobby was a mechanic, and soon after he took in the boys Dean found he had an obsession with cars, and he became a damn good mechanic, so good that when Dean turned eighteen Bobby promoted him to head mechanic. That way they both brought in money for the teen age Sam who was getting bigger every millisecond and ate anything he could digest.

Dean didn't want to go to college and Bobby and Sam didn't press him to, Dean knew he was smart but all he wanted to do was work on cars, he loved it and so that's what he did. Sam was a genius, only sixteen years old, and already knows what he wants to do with his life. He wants to go to Stanford and become a big time lawyer. Bobby and Dean are so proud of him.

Sam and Jo weren't the only people that Dean felt obligated to protect and watch over, though.

Dean met Meg Masters when he was five years old, on the first day of kindergarten. When he walked into the classroom the teacher told him to make friends. He looked around, and sitting in the far corner, looking out one of the windows was a little girl, all by herself. She was thin, but her face was round and she had chubby cheeks. She had long dark hair that contrasted her white skin and golden brown eyes.

No one else was playing with her, so Dean decided to be her friend. She didn't have any and neither did he.

"Hi, I'm Dean." the little boy with the blonde hair and the flawless face said. Meg looked up to see a little boy with green eyes and freckles. He was smiling, so she smiled back.

"Hi, I'm Meg." she said quietly.

"Do you have any friends?" Dean asked sitting down across from her.

"I have imaginary ones." she told him.

"Do you have any not imaginary ones?" he asked.

"No." she said looking into her lap.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Because they don't like it when I talk to my imaginary ones." she whispered.

"That's dumb." he said and she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do you have any friends?" she asked Dean. Dean shook his head.

"My little brother Sammy and my little sister Jo are my friends." he said, "But that's it."

"why?" she asked.

"Because my mommy and daddy died, and they don't want to hurt my feelings." Dean said and rolled his eyes, a trick he's picked up from his Aunt Ellen.

"That's dumb, too." Meg told him and he grinned.

"Do you wanna be friends? So then we don't have to worry about everyone that's dumb?" he asked her.

"Yeah, let's be not dumb together." she said and they hugged.

Ever since then Dean has been best friends with Meg, but he realized something was wrong when as they got older and matured, Meg's imaginary friends didn't go away. They actually became more and more active. When they were in fifth grade Meg was diagnosed with schizophrenia. She was afraid that Dean wouldn't be friend anymore, she'd already stopped going to school, she was being home schooled now, so she tried not calling him like she did everyday.

She tried not calling him once, and a half an hour after she was supposed to call he climbed in her window.

"Meg! What the hell?" eleven year old Dean asked exasperatedly as he jumped onto her bed from the windowsill.

"Dean? What're you doing here?" she asked.

"You didn't call me, you always call me at three, every single day, no matter what." he said simply.

"Yo-you still want to be my friend? Even though I'm crazy?" she asked.

Dean threw his head back and laughed.

"I already knew you were crazy, now they just have a name for it." he said and grinned at her, she grinned back.

"I see things ya know." she whispered.

"I know, I realized that last year when you mentioned you imaginary friend in your sleep and asked me why there was a dog in a sweater following us through the library. Dogs aren't allowed in the library, Meg." he said chuckling.

"You know that I'm real, right?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, the doctor said I have a rare case. I can tell if something is inside my head or not. The weird things I see always have a sort of glowing white outline around them. You don't. They still seem real though, very real." she said.

"Well, I don't care if you see things. I didn't when we were five and I still don't." Dean said smiling, "You're family." he added.

She tackled him in a hug.

All through high school Dean spent at least an hour with Meg every day, told her about high school with other people, and how honestly if it was up to him he'd learn with her in her house everyday because high school sucked ass.

Sam and Jo had also become fond of Meg over the years of Dean bringing her over and being her best friend. They visited with Dean at least three times a week, and Meg had grown fond of them as well. She thought of them as younger siblings, especially Jo.

Meg's parents were very grateful that Dean had stayed her friend all these years, but then one day they left. They just left Meg and her older brother because they didn't want to worry about her anymore. Her older half brother, Benny Lafayette, didn't give two shits, even though Meg was only sixteen, Benny was twenty-three at the time, and so he took care of her.

Throughout high school her condition worsened and when she was nineteen, even though Dean, Benny, Sam and Jo protested against it, Meg checked herself into an institution that was here in Lawrence. It was a good one, they made sure that patients were treated well, and Meg liked it there. Dean visited her everyday. Sam and Jo visited a few times a week, and Benny did as well.

Dean had an hour and a half lunch break, courtesy to his new head mechanic job, and it gave him time to drive the quick five minutes to Lawrence Institute for Troubled Minds, and have a decently long lunch with Meg everyday.

The nurse at the desk smiled at him when he entered, he'd been coming in at the same time every day for a year and everyone in the place new Dean by name.

"Hello, Dean, how're you?" the nurse, Pam he thought her name was, asked.

"Good you?" Dean asked signing in.

"Wonderful, sweet cheeks." she said grinning, she always hit on Dean, she was hot, Dean had to admit. He nodded to her and headed towards Meg's single room. He'd memorized his way there.

Dean had come out as bisexual when he was seventeen. Sam, Jo, and himself were all sitting around with Meg in her room when he looked up at the ceiling an said as nonchalantly as he could, "You know, Logan Lerman is like really hot." they'd all turned and looked at him in surprise and confusion. "I'm bisexual by the way." They shrugged and Dean grinned. That was it. They didn't give two shits, and Logan Lerman was really hot, Dean had always had a thing for guys that were a little smaller than him but were still well built.

When Dean got to Meg's room he knocked on the door, in a special way, his own name in Morse Code, they'd been doing this forever, and he used it everyday so she knew he was there.

"Come in Dean, my love!" she said in her sweet but menacing voice. Meg was in fact the funniest and most awesome schizophrenic sociopath that he had ever encountered, and he'd met a few in this nut shack. He loved her.

"Hiya Meg, how's another day in this loon house?" he asked plopping down across her on her bed. She was dressed in an all white uniform that the patients wore, and over her short sleeved white shirt she was wearing a giant green sweater that used to belong to Dean.

"Oh you know, just, crazy." she said grinning at him, "What's for lunch?" Meg asked.

"Ellen made me something today actually, bacon burger, with extra cheese." he said grinning and pulled it out of the brown paper bag he was carrying. Normally they don't let people bring food inside, but they checked Dean's everyday, and the staff trusted him, plus Meg never wanted to eat his shitty lunches anyways.

"Ugh, you mean extra clogged arteries?" she asked, "How can you eat that repulsive shit anyways?" she asked.

"Uhmm, unlike you, I'm not a crazy nut job vegetarian, I like meat. Nice juicy, blood filled, greasy meat." he said smirking and took a huge bite. She pretended to puke. "What're they feeding you today?" he asked with a mouth full of burger. Meg laughed.

"I dunno, I think I'm having salad with grilled chicken, you can have my chicken." she told him and he smiled.

After Dean polished off his burger in about two minutes he sighed an laid down on his back so his head was in Meg's lap, her leg's criss cross applesauce. She played with his hair as they talked.

"Meet any hot people lately?" she asked.

"Nah, there was this hot chick I picked up at a bar last week but I dumped her, she was a half wit and I didn't wanna bother." Dean said annoyed.

"Dean, face it, you're sick of the one night stands aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, fuck yeah I am. I just want a real relationship ya know?" he said rubbing his temples.

"Oh I do." she said sadly, and they were silent for a moment or two before she asked, "How's Moose and Joanna Banana?" Meg asked. She was the only person allowed to call them those names.

"Sammy's great he's so God damn smart, I'm so proud of him. He's gonna be a senior next year, and he's already got a bunch of colleges looking at him. Jo's doing great too, she's got all A's in school and is crushing on my cousin Adam, but I think she missed you." Dean told her and Meg smiled sadly, "We're all coming up with Benny this weekend though." Dean told her and her face visibly brightened. Dean watched Meg, looking up at her from his place in her lap, she was looking off into space again, she does that sometimes.

"What do you see?" he asked. Dean always asked Meg what she saw, and she was the only person she really confessed to. If there was something funny or ridiculous that her mind was creating then she'd share it with everyone, but really she only told Dean, not even Benny, just Dean.

"Right now? Oh nothing bad really. There are some white puffy clouds over in that corner of the ceiling, " she said pointing to the corner of the room on the right side, "And," she chuckled, "there's this little girl, with one blue eye and one green eye, and she has the same color hair that you do, but slimmer features like one of the other male nurses I know, and she's giggling. She's sitting right there, next to your feet, and she keeps telling me about her Daddy's, she's got two of them you know, and she also keeps telling me about how she wants to be an elf from Lord of the Rings." Meg said smiling down at him.

Dean liked when Meg saw nice things, whenever Meg saw bad things…it wasn't very good, she saw bad things a lot. Most of the time she could ignore the bad things but if they got too bad? She cried, and the only person she felt safe with was one of the Winchester's, Jo, or her brother Benny. One of them always had to be called in to calm her down, especially since she hated shots and refused to take her medicine.

"What's her name?" he asked curiously.

Meg threw her head back and laughed, Dean looked at her confused, "What?"

"She, the little girl, looked at you, rolled her eyes and said, 'it's Samantha silly goose, you know that." Dean smiled at that, and then started laughing.

"Well, Samantha, you sound pretty awesome, but you're totally more of a silly goose than I am." dean said and stuck his tongue out at where Meg said she was. Meg smacked him lightly on the cheek, and smirked.

"The so called Samantha, stuck her tongue out right back, giggled, and ran through that wall." Meg said pointing to their left. Dean chuckled.

"So there's a new male nurse, he comes and visits me everyday." Meg told Dean.

"Yeah?" Dean asked curiously.

"Yes. I think you'd like him, not to mention the fact that he's gorgeous. He's got angel wings." she told him. Dean assumed this was one of Meg's hallucinations, because angel wings? Come on. He humored her, though and asked about him.

"Okay, sure, what's he look like, what's his name?"

"His name is Castiel, like the angel of Thursday," Meg said and Dean smiled softly, where did Meg's mind even discover such things? he thought to himself. "I drew him, here I'll show you."

Meg was an extremely talented artist, Dean had her art hanging up all around his and Sam's and Bobby's house. Yeah, he was only twenty, and he lived with Bobby and Sam still okay? He was waiting until Sam graduated from high school, and then while he went to the University of Kansas before transferring to Stanford they were going to share an apartment, and when Sam left, maybe Dean could convince Meg to come and live with him. She checked herself in, so she could check herself out whenever she pleased.

There were a four drawings of Dean taped to Meg's ward room walls. Two black and white, and two colored. One where he was laughing, one smiling, one sleeping, and one where he was completely serious. He had copies of all of them. There were three of Jo, two of Sam, two of Benny, and one of Bobby and Ellen together. And they were all so accurate and beautiful that they almost looked like photographs.

There were also drawings of the things she saw, one thing about Meg's schizophrenic hallucinations was that they were very real looking, so drawing the things in her head let them be seen by Dean. A lot of the ones she kept hidden under her mattress scared Dean.

She pulled out her medium sized sketch pad, and flipped through it. Dean saw glances of stormy thunder clouds, black shadows that were ominous and menacing and a lot of animals. Finally she stopped on a drawing and held it up for him to see. It was a pencil drawing, black and white, of one of, if not, the most attractive man Dean had ever seen. More attractive than Logan Lerman, Han Solo, and Dr. Sexy combined.

He had a strong jaw, that was covered in stubble, and wonderful cheek bones, a strong neck, and messy black hair that stuck up everywhere, and his lips were full, so full. Dean's eyes widened.

"Damn." he whispered.

"Yeah, Clarence has that effect on people." she said and Dean was pretty sure she told him his name was Castiel and not Clarence but hey it was Meg so… "Maybe you guys will meet some day." she said thoughtfully.

"Yeah maybe," Dean said chuckling and then looked at his watch. He had ten minutes before his lunch break was over, and he liked to be five minutes early, so he got up to leave.

"Well, I gotta head out Meg, see you tomorrow okay?" Dean asked and she nodded.

"Same time, same place, Deano" she said and hugged him affectionately. He hugged her back, squeezing her tight.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek and smiled, "Don't let them bite you Meg, don't let them bite you." Dean said, just as he always said before he left and after giving her one more quick hug, he headed out of the Institution, waving and smiling at Pamela on the way out.

The rest of the day Dean wondered if Castiel was a figment of Meg's crazy ass mind or if he was real.

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Little did Dean know, that Castiel Novack was in fact very real.

Castiel had grown very fond of Meg Masters and liked talking to her, even if she was a schizophrenic that hallucinated almost everything.

He wasn't busy and asked if he could go on his lunch break, his boss nodded and he headed straight for Meg's room. He peeked inside to see Meg sitting on the bed, hugging that large green sweater she wore around herself and smiling. She looked up when she saw him.

"Oh, hiya Clarence, come on in. wow, two visits in one day, I must be popular." she said cheekily and Castiel chuckled. He almost forgot, it was right after the time Dean came to visit. The nurses had all told Castiel about Dean, he came and visited Meg every single day at the same time, but Castiel never saw Dean enter or leave the institution so he assumed that Dean was a hallucination that she'd been seeing since childhood. An imaginary friend.

"I see you've added another drawing of Dean to the wall." Cas said looking at the drawing of Dean sleeping. Meg nodded. Castiel looked at the other people who Meg had drawn, he knew they were real, they were family, he'd seen them all standing outside in the parking lot, leaning against a gorgeous black car, like they were waiting for someone who was still inside. He never did see who they were waiting for.

"He was just here, if you'd come sooner, you two could have met." She said smiling, "He thinks you're hot by the way, I showed him the drawing I did of you."

"Oh does he?" Cas said blushing but also smirking. Meg knew Cas was gay the minute she said hello to him. Cas looked at the drawings of Dean again and sighed a little. It's too bad that Dean was a figment of Meg's imagination because he was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, and apparently he thought Castiel was hot which was a plus. But he wasn't real.

"Yeah, he's my best friend. If you ever meet you'll love him. He's the most annoying, humble, selfless, and drastically self loathing person that I have ever met. And he's fucking hilarious." she told him. She always told Castiel about Dean.

They never really talked about family much because Meg missed hers, so they mostly talked about books and TV shows and sometimes Cas told her about his older brothers, Lucifer and Gabriel. Castiel laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair when he's shown Meg pictures of them and she's said that she'd gladly fuck Lucifer into a wall. Lucifer thought it was funny too.

"Dean's kind of, well was kind of a man whore throughout high school." Meg said continuing about her friend. "Slept with every available chick older than fifteen. He's tired of it though, wants a real relationship. He doesn't think he can though, he's to busy worrying about every little thing that his younger brother does. He's so protective of him." Meg explained.

Castiel was now sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, so he could face Meg, and when she said that he raised his eyebrows. Meg never talked about Dean's family, or said his last name, or anything like that, only talked about what material things, which is why Castiel assumed he wasn't real.

"Dean has a little brother?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah," Meg said as if it was obvious, "Sam." she said pointing to the two drawings of the boy with a puppy like appearance, shaggy brown hair, a bright smile, and young face. "He's sixteen, he's a junior in high school."

Cas saw the resemblance now, but, he still was confused.

"But Sam's real." Castiel said cocking his head to the side in confusion, like a kitten.

"Yeah, so is Dean." Meg said raising one eyebrow, scrutinizing him, and then realization hit her, "You thought Dean was part of my schizophrenic shit didn't you?!"

Cas nodded meekly and Meg doubled over in laughter, finally after a few minutes of Meg laughing and Castiel blushing in embarrassment she spoke.

"Clarence, I'm different than most schizophrenics. I know when something is real or fake. And I can tell you right now that Dean is very real. This is the sweater he gave to me for my seventeenth birthday. It was his, but I kept taking it so finally he gave it to me, his name is written on the tag." she said showing him. "And he left his lunch bag here, see?" she said holding up a brown paper bag that had Here's a burger, Dean, eat up. Love Ellen. written on it.

"Oh." was all Castiel could think of to say.

So that's the first chapter. Gosh it felt good to write this down. Read it I guess? And if you did and you liked it could you review it pretty please? One love.

Liz.