Chapter 3

Dean was lying down on his bed, both hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling. He'd been there for the past thirty minutes but he had nothing better to do. It's not like he had a lot of option anyway. Today marked his fourth month of detention in a mental institution. Four long months since he beat a man to death. Some would say that he was lucky to be here instead of a being incarcerated in prison but for Dean, it didn't made such a difference. Yes, the food was probably better, the bed was a lot more comfortable and he was free to go wherever he wanted in his unit, but for him, he was still locked inside four walls.

"Hey Dean!" a girl said as she barged into his room. "You want to play chess with me?"

That girl was Priscilla Spark and she was the only person that Dean tolerated around him. Every other patient in here were crazy and annoying, but not her. She was kind, generous and beautiful with her long curly blond hair. The only problem with Priscilla was her massive anxiety and self-esteem problem. The difference between her and Dean, was that she chose to be here. She could get out anytime she wanted, but she wanted to stay at the institution. In fact, every single person in his unit was free to go whenever they wanted except for him. Since he had committed murder, he wasn't much of a patient but more of a prisoner. At first, he was in Unit 5, where they kept the bad guys, the dangerous one, those who had committed murder, but after the inmates tried to kill him one day, Dean asked to be transferred somewhere else. The direction accepted his request and moved him in Unit 3, but they assigned him a guard to keep an eye on him at every moment. That was the condition for his transfer and he was ok with it. His new babysitter was following him everywhere he was going and his bedroom was the only place where he could finally be alone.

"No Priscilla, I don't feel like playing chess right now."

"Why?" she asked

"Because I don't want to." he said as he closed his eyes.

He just wanted to lie in bed all day. He wasn't feeling the whole social thing today.

"Sorry Dean, I didn't want to bother you."

"No problem…"

"Why would you want to play chess with me anyway huh? I mean… I'm such a bitch and nobody likes me." Priscilla said with sadness in her voice.

Dean opened his eyes and looked at her, shaking his head.

"Not again." he mumbled as he got up.

"No one will ever like me… I have to change… I have to be a better person…"

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed her wrists.

She immediately stopped talking and looked at him with widen eyes. Priscilla first got to the institution because she tried to kill herself. She hated everything about her and her anxiety problem made her feel like the whole world was against her. After months of being in therapy, she finally got back home, but she kept falling back in her old pattern. Her husband was mean to her and always made her feel like she wasn't good enough. The direction kept the room under her name since she was always coming back for more therapy. Dean was sure that her husband was hurting her and that it was the reason why she wanted to be at the institution, so that she could escape him for a while. When he asked her, she immediately changed the subject and he didn't insist. He noticed how uncomfortable she was talking about this. He witnessed how he was mean to his wife and Dean didn't like it at all. He saw him once in the visitors' room and he had to stop himself from beating the crap out of him.

"What have I told you yesterday?" he asked.

"That I was a nice person…"

"And…?"

"That I was beautiful." she said with a smirk.

"Exactly!" Dean said as he let go of her arms. "And I meant it. You have to stop listening to that scumbag husband of yours. You're a good girl Priscilla and you have to believe that."

She smiled and surprised Dean by hugging him.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." he said as he uncomfortably patted her back.

"You're such a nice guy."

"Believe me Darling, I'm not. Still want to play chess with me?"

"I would love to."

Dean put his hand on her back to lead her into what was the closest thing to a living room.

Dean and Priscilla were playing their second game of chess. He was so bad at it that he lost very quickly and she wanted to spend more time with him so they started another one. He moved his Queen and looked at her reaction.

"Damn you really are bad at this game." she said as she took out his Queen with her Knight.

He was bad, but he also wanted her to get the upper hand. He didn't know how she would manage a lost and he didn't want her to become anxious once again. He hated to see her in distress. He knew how hard it can be to live with that kind of disorder and he felt for her. He wanted to do anything he could to make her feel good. She had been so nice to him when he first got in Unit 3 and he wanted to return the favor. They spent a lot of time together, talking about everything and nothing and he felt like he couldn't do that with any other patient. They were all weird and crazy but she wasn't like them. She had her moment, but most of the time, she simply was Priscilla, the beautiful blonde girl with a ravishing smile. She made him forget that he was detained in a mental institution and with her, it felt like he was home, playing chess with a very good friend.

"I told you I was more of a checker kind of guy."

Priscilla burst into laughter, saying that he wasn't strategic enough for these kinds of game. As they were both laughing and having fun, someone interrupted them.

"Hey Deano!" the guard said to him. "You got visitors."

He hated to be call Deano, especially when it was coming from someone he hated. He couldn't stand Randall, the guard they assigned him. He was such a dick to him but Dean couldn't tell him to go fuck himself since he was so scare to be sent back in Unit 5.

"Who is it?" he asked Randall, thinking that it might be his lawyer.

They were supposed to meat soon to discuss the possibility to file for appeal, since they thought his sentence was too strict for his crime. He haven't talk to his lawyer in a while and he was hoping it was him.

"Do I look like a fucking secretary?" Randall snapped. "Go see for yourself."

He took a deep breath and bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from saying something he might regret.

"I'll be right back." he said to Priscilla as he stood up.

Randall opened the door leading to the visitors' room, waited for Dean to enter and followed him in there.

The visitors' room was nearly empty but it was normal for the time of day. The visits started at 8:00 a.m. and it was 8:05. Whoever wanted to see Dean was either an early bird or it was important. Randall opened the door and let him passed in front of him. As soon as his eyes laid on his visitor, a smile lighten up his face.

"It's good to see you brother!" Dean said as he wrapped his arms around the neck of the man standing in front of him.

"How are you doing? You're holding up?" Roman said as he patted his back.

"I want to kill myself at least twice a week, but two months ago I wanted to kill myself every fucking day, so I guess I'm making progress."

"It's good to see you can joke about it now. You're going to get thought this."

Dean and Roman took place at the table near them. As he was sitting down on the chair, he saw someone slowly coming their way.

"Hey Dean…" Seth said.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Dean said as he stood back up.

He walked toward his little brother and Roman had to stop him from getting too close to him. He could see the fire in his eyes and he knew at that moment that it might not turn well for Seth. Randall was aware that something was up with them but Roman told him that everything was fine. He was praying to God that he could contain both of his brothers.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea, Rom'." Seth said.

Dean couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Not a good idea? Are you fucking kidding me?" he shouted in his face. "I'm here because of you asshole!"

"Dean, back off, please." Roman said as he pushed his brother's chest.

"Ambrose, if you don't behave, I'll cut that visit short. I'm warning you." Randall said. "You either calm the fuck down or you leave."

"Like I care." Dean said. "Roman, get that piece of crap out of my face right now or I won't wait for the guard to bring me back inside, I'll go by myself."

"We need to talk." Roman whispered to his brother. "The three of us."

"I don't fucking care. It's me or him."

Roman looked at his little brother and what he saw in his face hurt him. Seth was scared to death and he didn't want to be left alone. Not after everything he had been through during the night. Waking up to a dead body had changed something in him and Roman didn't know if he could ever get through it. They needed to talk with Dean but if he wanted Seth out of the room, he had no other choice but to ask his little brother to wait outside.

"Rom', please… Just tell him why I'm here… he might…" Seth started with a shaky voice.

"Go in the waiting room." Roman said, interrupting him. "It'll be ok, I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen."

He hugged his little brother, telling him one more time that everything was going to be fine.

"See you in hell asshole!" Dean shouted as Seth got out of the room.

Roman looked at his other brother with angry eyes. He knew that Dean had every right to be mad as Seth, but he didn't have to be that mean to him.

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