Painted

by cirobert

Castiel is a very anxious young man. Even though he's working on his degree in college he can't even bring himself to look outside of his dorm room walls. With help from his life long therapist Missouri he checks into an institution for help. Little did either of them know that he would do more then find help in there, he found Dean.

3. Chapter 3

3

Why in the hell had he agreed to this? Castiel thought to himself as Missouri pulled them up to the building he recognized from the brochure. It was a little more intimidating in real life, a little easier to see the bars on the windows and a security guard at the gates.

"Missouri…" he said about to tell her to turn around and bring him home.

"We're here Castiel, and we're going in." she said firmly. He sighed and crossed his arms which made him look adorably ridiculous.

"Fine." he sulked. He was being ridiculous, he knew he was. But he decided that if Missouri wanted him in an institution then he could act a little ridiculous.

He sulked the rest of the way up the driveway, he sulked when he followed Missouri in through the large glass doors, he sulked when he was introduced to the head doctors and nurses and therapists and even some of the more stable patients. It wasn't until he was led into a bright sunny room where there were about a dozen people sitting in the sunbeams painting. Then he straightened up and let out a slow surprised breath.

Castiel had never told any one about his love of painting. Instead he had done it in private, quickly and with passion and then destroyed the evidence, including the canvases that he had painted. It killed a little part of his soul every time he watched one of the paintings burn but he knew he couldn't share this part of himself with anyone.

But now here he was watching people paint, some of them well some of them poorly, and his fingers itched to pick up a paint brush.

"How much time do they get to spend in here?" Castiel asked interrupting Missouri talking with the doctor. They both turned to him.

"I'm sorry?" the doctor asked.

"How much time do they get to spend painting? On average." he asked ducking his head and refusing to look at them.

"All day if they want. We don't have schedules here except therapist sessions." the doctor explained.

"Is painting some thing that interests you Castiel?" Missouri asked and Cas shrugged.

"Yes or no Castiel." Missouri scolded him.

"Yes, I like painting." he said finally.

"Come to my office Mr. Novak and we can talk about it some more." the doctor said pleasantly. And as much as Cas wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, he took one look at the blank canvases and nodded his head.