"Why don't you leave me alone,
Before I tear you apart?"

~Delain - Get the Devil out of me~

Castiël sighed. "Mr. Winchester..."
The young man interupted him. "Sam, please."
That made Castiël smile. "You are his brother allright. Anyway, Sam, my patients are never crazy."
Sam tilted his head questioningly.
"They are disturbed, troubled, yes, but never crazy. I am fairly certain I can help your brother."
Sam huffed. "Yeah, right."
Castiël blinked. "Excuse me?"
Sam suddenly leaned over. "Listen doc, if you really, really wanna help, give me the right to visit. All I really need is about half an hour, once."

Castiël quickly reviewed the situation in his mind. "I'm sorry, Sam. I can't. It's too dangerous."
Sam's face grew desperate. "Dean won't hurt me, doc. I know he won't!"
Castiël felt sorry for him and he wished that things were totally different. "You know what happened, don't you?"
Warily, Sam nodded, not sure if the doctor meant what "happened with Dean to get this way", or "what happened when he had nearly strangled that guy with one hand".
Castiël lowered his eyes. "Then you know why I can't allow you to visit."
One slender hand shot up and combed through the dark blonde hair.
"Come on, doc. Dean is my brother! He won't hurt me!"
Castiël locked his cerulean eyes on the desperate hazel ones. "He won't, but Alastair might."

Sam's jaw dropped.
"Listen, Sam, when I left, Dean was in control, but if I allow you near Dean, Alastair might decide to take over, and he does not play nice."
Sam blinked slowly.
"Please, believe me when I say I think I can help." His eyes never left Sam's during this, and Sam swallowed. "I... I believe you, doc."

Castiël blinked and smiled. "Thank you, Sam. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to Dean. Would you like me to tell him you said Hello?"
Standing, Sam was almost offensively tall, but he still managed to look like a scared and lonely little boy. "That'd be great, doc. Thanks... Tell him... Tell him he'd better not give up. Yeah."
Castiël smiled."I know even better. Write him a note. I will pass it on." Smiling, Sam grabbed a notepad and a pencil to scribble a quick note.

oooOooo

Dean was close to screaming. He was still in control, but Alastair had been taunting him non-stop about the good doctor and how Dean might like to 'treat' him to various sex acts. That bastard had noticed how hot Dean had thought the doc looked with those two fingers against his pink, chapped lips. "You're a swine, you know that, don'tcha?" Dean hissed between his teeth.

"Excuse me? I hope that wasn't meant for me, Dean." The gravelly voice had a hint of amusement in it.
Dean's head shot up and his green eyes were wide with shock. "I'm sorry, doc. Alastair isn't being the quiet houseguest I'd hoped he would be."
The doc nodded. "Here. I was asked to hand you this." he said and held out a piece of folded paper. Dean stretched out his manacled hand and took it with trembling fingers. He unfolded it and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Sammy's handwriting.

'Hey, jerk.
I think we've got a winner here.
This doc actually seems to know things...
Hang in there. We'll get you out!
Bobby sends his love too.

Sam'

Dean felt his eyes tear up. Sammy... He missed his sasquatch brother so much, it hurt. Alastair stirred, but the fact that Sam had underlined the word 'know' three times had given Dean enough hope to keep Alastair down. "Can I write back, doc? Please?" he begged.
The doctor smiled and handed him a crayon. "Of course, Dean. If you hurry, I might still be able to give it to him. He's not gone home yet."
Dean smiled. "That'd be great!" Quickly he wrote on the back of the note.

'Thanks, bitch.
You know... I think you might be right.
Don't be hasty, though.
Wait for the good things.
Tell Bobby to keep the Hunters Helper in stock.
This idjet isn't gone yet.

Dean'

He folded the paper and handed the note to the docter, who didn't look at it and just said: "I'll be right back."
Dean watched the doctor leave and strained to catch anything through the window in his door. He could see the back of the dark sexhair and... Sam! He actually caught a glimpse of his baby brother as he read his note. The broad smile that lit up his features warmed Dean through and through, shuffling Alastair deeper down.
Sam was talking and he actually shook his head slightly, still smiling. Dean watched as Sam clapped the doc on his shoulder and turned around. Dean buried the sting of feeling left alone right next to the burn of missing Sam. Such feelings were an open invite to his squatter.