Castiel spent a week in the hospital, while Dean was only there for a few days. As soon as he was released in good health, Dean would visit Cas every chance he got. The pair would sit and just look at each other. Cas could see the sorrow in Dean's eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Cas," Dean would whisper to him every day. Cas would nod his head back in a reply.
After Cas got out of the hospital, the two would spend every waking minute together (and sometimes at night, Dean would sneak into Cas's room and sleep with him). This occurred normally.
They hung out with Benny a lot, watching old reruns of old TV shows. The two were becoming more of a whole; if somebody was looking for Dean, they'd also look for Cas. Every now and then, one of them would have an episode. Cas would be curled up crying and yelling at things that were not, while Dean would have rare alone time in his room. Only few knew what he did in there.
Dean and Castiel played Sorry daily. Cas was always green and Dean was always blue. When weather permitted, they would sit outside in the gazebo and play. Cas usually became distracted by all of the flowers and bees, and this gave Dean the upper hand. He even managed to beat Castiel a few times.
Azazel and his thugs never said a word to Dean or Cas again, but that didn't stop Dean from glaring at him when they were in near proximity. They only came into contact on accident, for they both hated each other. But, that didn't stop Dean from getting in trouble.
He got in trouble for gambling and spent some time under close watch, which made him not be as close to Cas as he wished. Other than Dean, Cas did petty things, such as stealing flowers from the garden and lifting keys off of the nurses. He gave most of the flowers to Dean, but kept the keys in a hollowed-out part of his pillow.
One day, Dean had a visitor. He was escorted to the visiting room, forced to leave Cas. When he got there, the first people he saw were his brother and a pretty girl close by to his side.
"Sammy?" Dean grinned as they all sat down at the provided tables. "How ya been? Who's this pretty, young lady?"
Sam chuckled. "I've been good, and her name is Jess."
"Nice to meet you, Jess. I'm Dean," the eldest Winchester said. He would have shaken hands with her, but they had a strict no touching policy in the visitation center.
"We're getting married in November," said Sam, who was beaming. "We came to see if we could have you released into my custody the day of the wedding."
"I'd be glad to attend!" Dean said, but his face went solemn after he realized he would have to leave Cas for a couple of days. "Could I bring somebody with me?"
"I'll see what we can do."
After Sam and Jess had a meeting with the director of the facility, it was determined that Dean, along with Cas, was allowed to leave for two days, as long as they had extra sessions with their psychiatrist, Dr. Raph.
Dean's meetings were relatively normal. Dr. Raph would ask him to spew his feelings. The Winchester would usually lie about what he felt, just so he could get it over with. Dr. Raph knew that Dean was lying, but he didn't care enough to have Dean tell him the truth. He let Dean leave early most times, for he too did not want to be near the other.
Contrasting Dean's sessions entirely, Castiel's were gruesome. Dr. Raph loved to torture Cas about his past. Cas had been talking more, due to Dean, but he rarely talked to his psychiatrist.
"Did Crowley think you were an angel?" Dr. Raph would ask. Cas would never respond.
"What was it like, being touched by him?"
No response from Cas occurred.
"Did you like it? I bet you did."
Again, there was no reply from Castiel. He sat in his chair, slouched with his eyes wide open.
"You were Crowley's perfect little angel, yeah? Did you like being his slut?"
"Stop," the so-called angel whispered.
"His hands, all over your-"
"Stop!" Cas shouted, raising his voice. Hot tears began to stream down his face. "Please."
Dr. Raph scoffed, "You're pathetic, letting him take advantage of you like that."
Castiel brought his hands to his ears and his knees to his face, and screamed. His yell was not loud enough to cover up the doctor's voice, who continued to attack him with questions and his depictions of what happened.
Nurses finally came in, grabbing Cas and sedating him. Dr. Raph sat back in his chair and smiled to himself, proud of his work. They carried poor Castiel to his room and let him sleep.
In the middle of the night, Cas slowly awoke to the sound of a soft clinking noise coming from his door. Minutes later, the door opened, revealing a taller man standing in the door frame.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
Castiel blinked himself to a fuller consciousness, and asked the darkness for Dean.
Dean responded by coming to Castiel's bed, taking a seat where there was room. He leaned over, inching his face closer to Cas.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Cas."
"I know," Castiel whispered as he leaned up and kissed Dean. They sat there for what felt like a lifetime, their warms lips colliding with one another. Their kiss broke, and Dean stared into the abyss that was Castiel's eyes. The abyss gazed back.