This starts off a week later, so Gabriel has been treating Sam for a week and a Day.)

Gabriel

I dropped Cassie off at the library, then went to go get my coffee. i was practically bouncing in my seat. I looked forward to work now. Sam and I had developed a routine in the few short days we've spent together. If I brought him candy, he'd eat his food, regardless of what he saw on it. I would assure him that whatever he was seeing wasn't real. I know that most of the time, he didn't believe me, but I'm starting to believe that he will eventually. He hasn't had a bad day so far, but it made me anxious thinking about how, any moment now, I could walk into his room and see exactly what the other doctors warned me about. Or that it would happen while I was there. I don't want him to have another bad day ever again. Today I'd decided I was going to try and get him to talk to me. I wanted to hear what his voice sounded like. Are you crushing on a patient? Oh, that'll get your sorry ass fired for sure. No I'm not. I just care about him. As I do all my patients. I ran up the steps to the fifth floor, deciding that the elevator would take to long. I was already late for work. Cassie had annoyed me this morning, talking about how he found out that Dean went to the same library he did and was also a big fan of cheese burgers. He was head over heels for that guy, no going back. I knocked on the door and then entered. The television was on, as it always was, playing an episode of that show he seemed to love so much. And there was the same chocolate bar I gave him my first day as his doctor, untouched, on the night stand. He sat in the center of the bed, frowning up at the screen, fiddling with the gauze on his hand.
"Hey Sasquatch!" I smiled at him, stuffing my hand in my coat. I had started wearing scrubs around him, the whole monkey suit thing was uncomfortable. He turned to look at me, lips almost turning into a smile. Almost. I closed the door behind me and sat down at the edge of the bed, then pulled out the candy. "I really shouldn't be giving you this you know. Just pray you don't get cavities or somethin." I tossed it at him. It was almost time for his lunch. I handed him a cup of water and the pills he was supposed to take. I made sure he took them before opening the candy for him. "Cassie told me you beat him at chess last week. You used to play?" I asked. He nodded. "The others told me...told me you didn't like visitors. Guess they just never knew what to do with you did they?" I flipped open my folder. His drawing fell out. I was looking at it last night, trying to figure out why he drew it. I held it up to him. "You're a great artist." The knock on the door signaled the arrival of his food. I watched him eat, make sure he ate everything before deciding to try and get him to speak to me. What topic wouldn't make him freak out? I wanted to know what he saw, how he felt...should I try and get him to talk about Dean? More about his art? His hobbies? He was different than all my previous patients, I' didn't know what to do. "Do you like books?" I blurted. He rose an eyebrow at me, but nodded. "What kinds?" I really should be asking yes or now questions. If he doesn't speak it'll be impossible to figure out the answer otherwise. He thought for a moment. I could see the gears turning in his head. "Fantasy? Horror?" He smiled a little. It looked nice with his features. He had dimples. Cute. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts away. No Gabriel. Don't. I am not gay. I had a girlfriend once. Although, now that I think about it, I never liked Kali as much as I should have. She was always so-
"H. P. Lovecraft was my favorite." He whispered. I blinked. And then I blinked again. This was real, right? He was talking to me? I wasn't just going insane?
"E-excused me?" I asked, shocked. He gulped.
"Um, Lovecraft? A famous horror-"
"Finally coming out of that shell of yours, Sammy boy?" I smiled, leaning forward. Another half-smile.
"Not talking is kind of exhausting, ya know?" He said. I laughed.
"That's it? You're talking to me now because not talking was 'exhausting'?" I wondered. He frowned down at his hands, which were shaking again.
"He's not here right now." He whispered. "He...he leaves some times. Sometimes...when he comes back, he s-starts...shouting at me." He picked at the gauze on his hand. It still hadn't healed, mostly because he kept ripping the stitches and digging it into the headboard. I had started to think that he did that attempting to get rid of his hallucinations.
"Why me?" I was just blurting things out left and right today, wasn't I? I didn't mean to ask that. He chuckled.
"I like you. You're not...cold like the others. You try. And you don't seem so freaked out by me." He looked up at me and smiled. My turn to gulp. He had a beautiful smile. I opened my mouth to say something, but a nurse came in.
"Dr. Novak, they need you downstairs. A patient needs to be restrained." She said. I sighed.
"I'm on my way." I gave one last glance at Sam, then got up and followed her downstairs. I had been making progress. More than I had ever dreamed I would.

Sam stared at the empty spot Gabriel had been sitting in. He hadn't asked for the Doctor's name, but he managed to catch a glimpse of it from Gabriel's chart.
"Speaking now, are we?" Sam's hallucination laughed wickedly. He tried to ignore him, waiting for Gabriel's return. The minutes dragged on. He knew it had only been five, but it memes more like hours. "Come on Sammy, talk to me." The hallucination called. Sam glanced back at him. He sat perched on the night table near the bed. The day was getting worse. Sam didn't want to talk anymore. He just wanted to drown out the sound of him. Of everything.

I returned to the bedroom to find Sam facing the wall. I had been gone for an hour, trying to calm the patient down, all attempts failing, so I sedated him. And then I had to deal with the angry parents of said patient. I just wanted to continue talking to Sam. His voice had been kind of gravely, as if he had a cold or hadn't used it in a while. Which he hadn't. But it looks like that wasn't going to be a possibility anymore. I could see how tense his shoulders where. His hands were tight fists, clenching the white bed sheet beneath him. He flinched as the door shut behind me. He had gotten worse in the hour I had been gone. It was only 2:00pm. I wonder what makes him get worse like this? Was it being alone for too long? Was it the hallucinations? Maybe , as Sam told me, it was his hallucination shouting at him. What did he say to Sam that got him like this? What did he do? If it even was a he.
"Sam?" I asked, touching his shoulder gently. He flinched again. I sat down at his desk, watching him. And then I noticed the drawing. He had drawn something else in my absence. The drawing had longish honey brown hair, and light brown eyes. his nose was kind of crooked, as was his smile. He had drawn...me.

Castiel

"One cheese burger please." I asked the waitress.
"And two slices of apple pie. On me." A deep voice said behind me. Dean walked around and slid into the chair in front of me, smiling. I blushed, attempting to smile back.
"Comin right up." She said, walking away.
"D-dean. What are you doing here?" I asked. He help up a book, sliding it across the table.
"Left this at the library yesterday. Thought you might want it back." I picked up my old and worn copy of The Hobbit, stuffing it into my bag.
"Thanks. It belonged to my dad." I mumbled. He wore a red shirt today, open to reveal a black shirt underneath. I had only seen him a few times, but he managed to look good in just about anything. I, on the other hand, did not. I was wearing a pair of old ripped blue jeans that I've had for years, and a worn down blue t-shirt and grey hoodie. My favorite beige coat was thrown across the back of my chair. The waitress arrived with our food, and I dug into my burger. He smiled at me.
"Damn. You eat those things like you breathe air." He laughed. It's true, I did eat a lot of burgers. They were a...passion...of mine?
"These make me...very happy." I said. He started eating his slice of pie.
"Been seeing my brother lately?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No, I planned on seeing him latter today, if you wanna come with me."
"No, that's okay. I have to go pick up a friend of mine from the airport. Benny." He said.
"That's cool." I said. Ask him out Cas. You know you want to. We sat in silence for a little bit before he spoke.
"You got any plans this-"
"No." I said quickly, not waiting for him to finish his question. He laughed.
"-Friday." He got up, now empty paper plate in hand. "Wanna meet me at movies this Friday? There's a movie I've been dyin' to see and I know Benny won't wanna see it." I pretended to think about it for a moment before answering him.
"Definitely." I grinned up at him.
"Alright. See ya then." He turned to leave.
"Can't wait." I whispered back.
...

I practically skipped into the hospital after that. I hurried over to Gabriel's office and knocked on the door. Was he even in there? Or was he with Sam?
"Come in." I heard his muffled voice say. So he was there.
"I'm going to the movies with him on Friday!" I ran over and hugged Gabriel.
"Woah. Wait, what? With who?" He said, pushing back. I grinned.
"Dean! He asked me to go to the movies with him!" Gabriel smiled.
"Glad to see you so happy bout that. You're usually so...quiet." He said."Normally by now you'd be-"
"Oh god, what if I screw it up?" I said, sticking down into one of the plush office chairs. Gabriel sighed.
"Relax, you'll be fine." He told me. I looked up at him.
"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded. "But...Luci always says-"
"Well you know what? Luci is a great big bag of dicks, and he doesn't know anything about you. He's a terrible brother and you shouldn't listen to a word he says, alright?" Gabriel snapped. I nodded.
"Thanks Gabe. For everything." I told him, getting up to leave.
"No problem Cassie. Here, don't forget this." He tossed me my inhaler. After storing it my bag, I made my way up to the fifth floor, trying to remember which room Sam was in. After a few minutes of wandering up and down the halls, I stopped Anna-a nurse- in the hallway.
"Hey Anna? Do you knew which room Sam Winchester is in?" I asked her.
"Room 519." She told me. "You know he's in one of his bad moods today right? Gabriel up and gave up on him today. Said he needed his privacy." I frowned. I didn't know much about what happened when Sam was on one of his bad days, but I heard he wasn't violent. I shook my head.
"Don't worry about me Anna. Ill be fine." I assured her. Then I left to find his room. Before I entered, I looked in through the small window. Sam was facing the wall. I'm guessing that was a bad sign. Slowly, I opened the door. It creaked. "Hi Sam." I said. He didn't move. "How you doing today?" I took the chair and placed it next to his bed. There was a chocolate bar on his nightstand. I picked it up. Gabriel probably gave it to him. I reached into my bag. "Do you want some more candy?" Nothing. I pulled out a board game. "Wanna play 'Sorry'?" I held it up. When he didn't answer, I started setting up the pieces. "That's okay. Ill play by myself. You can just start playing if you want to." I'm used to it. I added silently. I started humming a song to myself. I used to play board games by myself a lot in school. People bullied me a lot. I was the youngest, the good little solider, always obeying orders from my teachers. And everyone would make fun of me for thinking my father would come back home. He never did. About half an hour into the game, Sam pushed one of the little pieces towards me. I smiled at him. "Decided to join me?" I asked him. He didn't answer, just continued to play the game with me. I decided to talk to him as we played. "I used to get bullied a lot." I started. "At school. And at home. I still do, kinda. That's why I moved in with Gabriel a few months ago. My brother Lucifer was always so mean to me. And Michael never cared. My uncle Zachariah was a drunk and didn't give a crap about us. He just cared about pleasing his boss. So really, Gabriel was the only one that took care of me. Kids always made fun of me. You see, my dad left when I was really little. And mom died when I was born. Luci said it was all my fault she died. Sometimes I still believe that, but Gabe always tells me she just wasn't strong enough. She was always brave though. He barely knew her himself, but he tried to tell me as much as possible. He hates dad though. We know he's still out there, and I've tried to find him before, but..." I trailed off. Sam was studying me, eyes searching my face. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear about that."
"I'm sure he does. He just doesn't know how to say it." Dean said. I looked up at see him leaning against the door frame. How long had he been there? Had he heard everything?
"H-ow l-long have you been standing there?" I need to get over this stuttering problem. Dean shrugged.
"Sorry about your dad." He said. He came and sat down next to his brother. Sam glanced at him, then at me, then back at him. I don't know whether I should be afraid of the look on his face or not. Dean put a hand on his brother's shoulder and looked at him. "How we doing today Sammy?"
"We were in the middle of a game." I said. "Do you visit him everyday?"
"Nah, just on my days off. Which happens to be today. I can't stay though, Benny's waiting for me outside."
"Oh." I pushed one of the small pieces forward. Sam made a noise in the back of his throat, barely audible. But I heard it. "Why can't Benny come up here with you?"
"He doesn't like Benny much. Guess he's just being stubborn." Dean reached up and messed up his hair, then got up. "See ya latter Cas." He called over his shoulder. Cas, huh? I liked it.
"Bye Dean." I whispered. The door was already closed, but I still felt the need to say it. Sam looked back at the door. "What?" He looked at me. "What? What is this face you're giving me? Do you know something?" I asked. He smiled, leaning over and reaching into the bag. He pulled out the copy of The Hobbit I had. "Want me to read to you again?" He nodded. "Okay." I opened it to the first page. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."

(Hello again! Enough people liked it so I cooked up another chapter for you guys. I re-watched the episode "it's a Terrible Life" a few days ago and 'Sam Wesson' was drawing, and it looked pretty decent, so I decided Sam should be an artist. Also, i decided to try and make up a story for the disappearance the Novak's father. Hope you liked it!)