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"Dean, what else did she tell you?" Sam asked for the hundredth time as he followed his brother down the very same hallway he had hoped he would never see again—the hospital's Psychiatric Ward. Dean gave the bleached white hall a swift look from side to side as he walked on, his demeanor untrusting and stoic. A few nurses ogled at them, as usual, but nothing more, and Sam soon matched his brother's quick pace, falling to the left of Dean.

After Meg's call, Dean had finally realized something really was off about Castiel. After all, Meg would never have called him—never. Not to mention there was something off about her voice. Though annoying as usual, her words held a sense of fear in them—in her voice, and if there's one thing Dean Winchester knows, it's that if a demon seems frightened by something, something is terribly wrong. Only, this is Cas.

"All that I told you," Dean said with a sassy, forced, smile. Sam wasn't amused. Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, man, she said Cas is messed up. No shit. No news there, okay?" Sam gave his brother a knowing look, his eyes sharp.

"Then why are we here?" Dean shut his eyes for a split second, recalling the moment when Meg answered that question for him last night, not five minutes after her call.

Lucifer.

Just with that one word, one text, Dean had told Sam that they were leaving. They had cleared out their hotel room in less than ten minutes, the Impala's tries screeching off into the night.

Dean looked at Sam, one name on his lips, "Lucifer." Sam immediately paled, the 6'4 man looking that of a small child. Dean looked at his baby brother sympathetically, his right hand coming up to clasp onto his broad shoulder.

"…That's why," Dean murmured softly as he found himself face-to-face with Castiel's equally white door. The hunter looked at his brother once then knocked on the door. Within one second the door was swung open and two white hands reached for the both of them, pulling them into the room with unnecessary force. The two men found their backs slammed against a white wall, Meg glaring at them accursedly. Loud cries clouded their senses and both men were paralyzed for a complete second, before the anger set in.

"What the hell?" Dean roared and he and Sam both slapped Meg's hands away, Sam reaching into his jacket pocket for the Demon Blade. Meg followed his movements.

"Oh, yeah, smite me oh 'Mighty Smiter,' please!" Meg growled out sarcastically over the horrid wails, her eyes dancing with Hell fire. Dean ignored her—had to—as the pitiful cries drew his attentions to the bed behind Meg. In it lay Castiel, the angel strapped forcefully upon it, thrashing wildly like a man possessed.

"N-n-no," Cas gasped, fat tears running down the sides of his face. "St-stop it…"

"C-Cas," Dean gasped and tried to run past Meg, who grasped onto his arm, stopping him.

"He can't hear you!" Meg growled when Dean tried to hit her again. "Look, he hasn't heard anyone since last night! Where the Hell were you two?! I almost called again; I thought you had changed your minds!" Dean looked like a deer in the headlights, his eyes strained on Castiel.

"W-we got on the road after your call," Sam told the demon, the hunter pushing away from the wall, his eyes falling upon Cas himself, his face torn. "God, what do we do?" Sam couldn't help but wonder if this is how Dean felt staring down at him. Now, it was Castiel his brother couldn't take his eyes off of, and it was breaking Sam's heart.

Dean was silent, horrified, as he watched Castiel throw his head back in pain, his blue eyes impossibly wide and teary. As the angel's usually gruff voice died in his throat, so did the hunter's heart.

This wasn't the Castiel he knew—this wasn't Cas in the slightest.

Castiel was broken. Shattered.

Dean wrenched his arm out of Meg's grasp and plopped down in the vacant chair by Castiel's so called 'bed,' one hand coming up to rub at his face, ashamed.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Meg told Sam honestly, turning around to eye Castiel herself. "The morphine isn't working at all…He's a freaking angel! The whole freaking Mad-House is going berserk over this! They've given him enough morphine to put a freaking elephant in a coma and he still won't stop screaming!"

Dean tore his face out of his hands, his green eyes fierce. "There has to be something!" The hunter cried, gripping onto the safety bars that caged Castiel in. Dean looked upon his friend again, his eyes falling upon the white bandage around his thrashing head. "And what the hell happened to his head?!" Meg shrugged nonchalantly, trying to ignore Castiel's pitiful cries. If looks could kill, she would be dead with the look Dean sent her. The hunter growled aloud and reached for the bandage upon his broken angel's head, his touch surprisingly gentle. To the shock of all, Castiel stopped screaming.

"How the hell did you do that?!" Meg screeched, pissed. Dean didn't have the time to reply as Castiel's eyes snapped open, the enchanting blue shockingly clear as they landed upon Dean. The hunter looked back at him, wide-eyed, his green eyes teary.

"H-hey, Cas," Dean murmured softly, gently. Castiel's eyes widened then, more tears flowing from his unblinking eyes.

"D-Dean…," the angel rasped once, his eyes squeezing shut in obvious woe. Dean's heart broke, as did Sam's.

"C'mon, buddy, hey…" Dean murmured, a nervous laugh coming from the back of his throat, as his sweaty fingers pulled a loose strand from Cas' bandage.

"Oh, oh," A voice only Castiel could hear bellowed joyfully, through a mega-phone no less. Castiel let out another pitiful wail, the angel's arms thrashing once more in their restraints—the need to cover his ears from the blast too great. The Devil had been torturing him for hours now, the mega-phone a new addition.

"Prince Charming here to save the day! Prince Charming here to save the day, hooray!" Lucifer chanted over and over again, the wicked creature fist-pumping the air and prancing around the room vigorously. Castiel yelled at him to stop.

"C-Cas, stop it!" Dean cried alongside Castiel, the hunter gripping onto his shoulders, pushing the angel further onto the bed. Castiel continued to curse at Lucifer, in Enochian no less.

"There's no use!" Meg told Dean uselessly as Dean continued trying to bring the broken angel back into reality. "He's gone, you foolish human! You might as well put that stupid blade of yours to use and put him out of his freaking misery!" Sam looked at her the same time Dean did, the look in both their eyes making her wince.

"Get, out," Sam told the demon through clenched teeth, his right hand wrapped around said blade's hilt, ready to strike. Dean couldn't have said it any better himself, for he would have just slain her then and there. Only, Castiel held his attention now, not a bitch of a demon. Meg smirked at Sam, her demeanor cocky.

"Oh? Shall I tell everyone the news, then?" Meg pulled out her cell, her fingers tapping on the keyboard threateningly. "Our favorite little tree-topper has finally fallen off the tree…?"

"You bitch," Sam growled and pulled out the blade.

"Sam, stop!" Dean cried, one hand extended, and Sam looked at his brother in shock. Dean ignored him, his stare falling upon Meg who looked nervous.

"Get the hell out of here, bitch, and remember this: I spared you once today. You threaten Cas again and I will personally kill you, you got that? Screw Crowley, you will answer to me." Meg looked put-off and stormed out of the room without warning.

"Good luck with Lucifer, Castiel! I hear he was quite a treat!" The demon called out loudly, the heels of her boots clacking loudly down the hallway. Sam looked ready to follow after her, and Dean looked ready to let him, but several nurses walked past the room, their eyes flickering back to look at the seemingly deranged Meg. Sam immediately stuffed the blade back into his pocket when the nurses looked into Castiel's room suspiciously, the two women whispering about themselves. When the women passed, Sam looked even more worried.

"N-no…Sam," Castiel whimpered and Sam looked down at his friend then, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, Cas, I'm here," Sam told the angel and walked closer to his friend, brushing his left hand upon one arm. Castiel held both Winchester brothers' attention, Dean to his left and Sam to his right, not that he noticed. The angel continued to whimper, his head tossing from side to side, and Dean could only pet at his hair comfortingly—something he had done for Sammy when he was little.

"God, Sammy, what're we gonna do now?" Dean murmured and looked up at his brother, eyes worried. "We can't leave him here anymore…Who knows if Meg will be back, or if she will be back. Hell, I don't even want her back. Look at his head man…I know head wounds, this wasn't self-inflicted, even with all his thrashing; the bitch!"

"I don't know, Dean," Sam said honestly. "Coming here was awful but at least I knew I wasn't going to harm anyone…Maybe it's best if he—"

"—No way in Hell," Dean grumbled. "Look, I left you in here and you were almost murdered. I left Cas in here and he…Look, we're breaking him out of here." Sam's eyes widened but his lips quirked upwards.

"Nightfall?"

Dean smirked. Cas let out another whimper then, Lucifer's name slipping out between his chapped lips. Sam froze, and Dean looked murderous.

"Hell yeah," Dean said out loud, his eyes upon Cas.

They were going to break their angel out of this prison, and they were going to fix him...somehow.

A/N: If you see any mistakes please let me know...I wrote this in one sitting ahaha!

Best wishes as always,

Lthien