Poor Dean doesn't know what is up from down...which is the real reality? Has a djinn got him again or an angel messing with his head? (Don't worry about the Sam situation!)

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Sanitarium

Dean's eyes flickered open slowly, taking in his surroundings and wondering where the hell he was. It was a small, white clinical-looking room, sunlight shining through

the curtains of a small mesh covered window to his right. Dean wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of disinfectant. Another occupied bed opposite his own. The last thing

he remembers was falling asleep on Bobby's couch in South Dakota! Dean looked down and realised he was in a pair of light blue scrub trousers and a white tight V-neck

t-shirt. Just as Dean was going to inspect the other occupant of the room, the door swung open with a thud.

"Morning Dean-o" said the familiar figure standing in the doorway. Taking a step toward the man, Dean shouts "Gabriel! I should have known " then realisation hit Dean

and shuffled back from the smaller man, landing with his back on the bed " Lucifer killed you!" Dean whispered softly. Gabe gave him a look of disbelief, shrugged and

said cheerfully "I think it's time for your meds man!" Gabe headed towards the other bed, shaking the rooms other occupant awake "Come on Chuck, up and at 'em!" The

man awoke, slowly sitting up, Dean recognised him instantly, as none other than Prophet-of-the-Lord Chuck Shurley.

Once he was sure they were both fully awake, Gabe left the room. "Chuck? What the hell happened? Where the hell are we? And where the fuck is Sam" asked Dean.

Chuck took one look at him and sighed deeply "Not again!" said Chuck softly. "Look, I will explain everything soon, but we have to get dressed and head to breakfast, or

there won't be any left" said Chuck knowing how much Dean loves his food. Dean nodded to Chuck, deciding he has never steered him or Sam wrong in the past. After

they both dressed, Dean followed Chuck out the door, walking down the hallway, Dean started to get restless. "Come on Chuck, are you gonna tell me what the hell is

going on here?" "Just wait here for a second, please?" he asked Dean, who reluctantly nodded in response. Chuck headed to a bright blue door to the right of them,

knocked, and then entered.

"Dean, Dean, Dean" said a cold familiar voice behind him. Turning around he was staring into the face of the demon who had tortured him for 30 years in hell "Alastair" he

said through gritted teeth. "Did you miss me Dean? That new roommate of yours looks boring! If you ever want to be my roommate again, you only have to ask, you do

remember how much fun we had?" he said with a cold, harsh laugh. Dean was scared; Sam had killed this Son-of-a-bitch hadn't he?

Suddenly, the blue door Chuck disappeared through opened to reveal not only Chuck, but Castiel too. "Alastair! What do you think you are doing? You were told not to go

anywhere near Dean Winchester, don't make me put you in solitary! Take this as your first and final warning!" barked Castiel. Alastair flinched and walked off, his

shoulders slumped in defeat. When he was sure he was gone, Castiel turned to face Dean with a bright smile on his face. "Cas!" Dean breathed, darting forward to pull

the Angel into a brotherly embrace. "Dean, I told you, you may only call me Cas in our sessions" said Cas in his ear. "Sessions? What do you mean?" asked Dean, pulling

away from the Angel. Castiel turned to Chuck who said "I told you!" as he walked off muttering something about breakfast. Castiel grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him

through the blue door. Once they were both sat down, Castiel picked up his phone and asked for some coffee and breakfast to be brought to his office for Dean.

"Now Dean, what is the last thing you remember before waking up this morning?" asked Castiel. "Well, Bobby, Sammy and me just finished hunting a Werewolf, and I

think I remember falling asleep on Bobby's couch". Dr Castiel Novak was not a person to swear, but all he could say was "Oh Crap!" "What?" asked Dean. "I hate to have

to tell you this Dean, but you have been a patient here for 7 years, this is the Serenity Valley Mental Institution" said Castiel seriously. "Wait, what? Is this some kind of

sick joke Cas?" said Dean, rising to his feet in anger. Castiel got up and approached a filing cabinet, taking out a thick black file and placed it in front of Dean. It was clearly

marked with Dean's name, so he opened it. Inside there were mountains of notes on himself, including a newspaper clipping from November 1983, the night of the fire his

Mother died in. Except this time the headline read "6 Month Old Boy Dies in Tragic House fire".

Dean's feet went from under him, and he slumped in the chair,tears falling down Dean's cheeks as he saw the picture below the headline of a 6 month old Sam. He looked

up slowly at Castiel, who gave him a small sad smile. "What the hell is this Cas?" Dean shouted angrily. "It's the truth Dean I will call your Parents and inform them of your

change, they will want to come and visit" said Castiel. "My..my parents are alive Cas? Both of them?" asked Dean. "Yes, I will call them now, you should go and take your

medication, then rest, you have had quite a shock" said Castiel, leading Dean to the door. Opening it, he spotted an Orderly. "Gabriel, will you escort Dean to his room

after he has had his medication please?" asked Castiel. "Sure thing Doc" replied Gabe. Leading Dean for his meds, Gabe turned, looked at Dean and saw how red his eyes

were from crying and put a hand gently on his shoulder. Dean looked at him and the corners of his mouth turned upwards, even if it was only briefly.

A cold patronising voice came from behind them "Aww poor Dean, just found out about your baby Bro again? Shame you couldn't save poor 'ickle Sammy huh?" Dean

turned round sharply and came face to face with Lucifer. Dean saw red and lunged at the man, within seconds Dean had Lucifer pinned underneath him, his left hand

tightly on his throat, while punching him hard with the other. Gabriel and two other Orderly's had to pull Dean away from the now laughing Lucifer. They dragged Dean

away kicking and screaming "Son-of-a-bitch! I'm gonna break your friggin' neck!"

After the Orderly's get Dean lying on the bed, his arms and legs restrained, Gabriel gave him a sad look and said "Sorry Dean-o" and injected his thigh with a clear liquid.

Suddenly the lights were dimming, all Dean could mumble was "Sammy" over and over again, until it all went black.