It was a Sunday. No sessions. No therapist crap. No doctors. Dean could just relax. Hell, if he wanted to lie in bed all day then he could. But- it would soon be time for breakfast. He was okay with the eating part though.

'Today is a good day.' He thought. There had been no nightmare to set him back. His mind was- clear. Not even Crowley or Mr. Alistair could bring his spirits down. Although, he wouldn't have his midday chat with Castiel. He hated the therapy part of it, but Cas was nice to be with. Cas was helping him. In their last session they had talked for an hour longer than expected.

'Oh fuck.' Dean thought. 'Nope. Not now. Not today.' He wasn't going to think about whether he had a crush on Cas or not. He was going to lie in bed, go to the dining hall, eat breakfast and he was going to enjoy it like it was his last meal.

The morning bell sounded and Dean was the first one out in the hallway.

'Mornin' Mr. Alistair.' He greeted to him and he walked by.

'Good morning Dean.'

Dean was really excited about the day.

Castiel was out jogging and admired how the morning sky looked. His mobile began to vibrate, so he stepped to the side of path to answer it. It was Gabriel.

'Gabriel?'

'What's up Cas?' Gabriel sat in his luxurious living room eating ice cream covered with sprinkles.

'I'm good. Thank you for asking. How are you?'

'Greeeat.' He said with a mouthful of ice cream.

'…..Are you eating?'

'Yes I am.'

'Oh, because I am finding it hard to understand you.'

'Ice cream.'

'Excuse me?'

'Ice cream.'

'Are you eating ice cream?'

'Yes.'

'For breakfast?'

Gabriel sighed.

'Listen, little bro. We haven't seen each other for weeks. Do you wanna talk to me or not?'

'Sure...' Cas began to walk. 'So how's work?'

Gabriel worked as a supervisor on television sets at Warner Bros Studios.

'Pretty good. How's your doctor thingy?'

'My, doctor thingy, is going very well.'

'So what's your patient like?'

'Well, for starters, it's Dean Winchester.'

'Dean Winchester? I think I heard his name on the news.'

'There wasn't much coverage on it. If he didn't plead not guilty for insanity the news would have been crazy about it.'

'So what's he like?'

'He's... he's okay.'

'Is he cute?'

'What- I- pff..'

'HE IS! YOU THINK HE'S CUTE!'

'Gabriel. No. Just. Stop.'

'You like him.'

'He's my patient! I- urhh!'

'Cas and Dean sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.'

'Shut up! I don't like him- okay?'

'Sure. Is your apartment sweet?'

'Yeah. It's looking pretty good.' He came to a pedestrian crossing and stopped for the cars.

'Well I'm proud of you. I really am.'

'Thanks Gabe.'

They really had come far since when their parents died. When the two became foster kids, they didn't think they'd ever have a good future. But now- now they were working good paying jobs and achieving their dreams.

'So Cas- when are you going to ask this guy out on a date? A real date.'

'Come on Gabriel. Even if I did like him, not saying that I do, but if I did, it would never work out. They'd fire me if they found out that I was in a relationship with a patient.'

'Then don't let them find out! Come on Cas- you haven't been with someone for so long. How do you know Dean's not the guy eh?'

'Because I-'

'Exactly.'

'But he's not gay.'

'Really? Are you sure? Why don't you just slip in the question when you're doing a session huh?'

'Fine.'

'Good. Listen I've gotta go- work starts in five minutes.'

'Okay, goodbye then. I'll- wait, five minutes? Are you still at home?'

'Maybe. I'm hanging up on you. See ya' little bro.'

And Gabriel ended the phone call. Cas groaned then turned off his phone, shaking his head.

Dean ate his breakfast slowly. Crowley came over and sat across from him.

'Hello darling.'

'Hello Crowley. Nice day isn't it?'

Crowley squinted.

'Yes. It, is.'

'Anything you have for me?'

'Uh- well I, I have another one of those pre-made pies.' Dean immediately looked up. Since he wasn't seeing Cas that day, he wasn't getting any pie.

'I can give you two issues of Auto Express.'

'Hmmm. Okay done. I'll get your pie. Meet me at your room.'

'Sure thing. Wait- how do you know where my room is?'

'I just do. Bye Dean.'

Crowley took his tray of food and left. Dean finished up his breakfast and went to his room. Sure enough, Crowley was standing there with a pie in a plastic tray. He took Crowley into his room and put the pie down on his desk. He slid his hand under his mattress and searched for the magazines. Crowley stood at his wall and looked at the photograph of Dean and Sam.

'Is this your moose?' He asked.

'Don't call him that.' Dean took out two issues of Auto Express and handed them to Crowley.

'Thank you Dean.'

'No problem. Thanks for the pie.'

'It was a pleasure doing business with you.'

Then, Crowley simply went out the door way swiftly like a ghost.

The pie Dean was given looked delicious. Sure, it was probably full of preservatives since it was store bought, but Dean was still happy to eat it. He decided he would eat it before bed since Dean would usually be hungry around that time.

Dean shaved his stubble in the bathroom then had a shower. When he stepped out with the towel wrapped around him, Crowley was standing there.

'Crowley! Jesus! What are you doing here?'

'Oh, nothing. I needed a shower myself actually. So please, a little privacy.' And he went into a cubicle.

'Goddamnit.' Dean muttered. Despite Crowley annoying him, he held his head up high and tried to make the best of his day. After dressing himself he went to the activity room and played Xbox with another patient. He liked the activity room. It was the closest thing to the outside world. Next he played ping-pong against the wall, and after that he read the newspaper. What he liked about reading the newspaper was that all the problems he read about wouldn't affect him. They would probably affect him when he left the institution, but right then and there, the outside world couldn't touch what he had there.

Castiel decided to spend some of the day researching. He went through old notes from college and some of them were actually useful. He started his next report for Dean and started to list possible mental illnesses. Over time, he would drop the ones that Dean didn't have. And hopefully, he'd be left with the ones that Dean did have. Cas just had to keep meeting Dean and soon he'd probably be able to diagnose him. He quickly made a sandwich after an hour then went back to researching. He could have relaxed, but he was fine with looking through text books and sheets of paper with messy handwriting.

Dean was in his bedroom listening to music when an office worker told him he had a phone call. Dean rarely had people call him. In fact, no one had ever called him before then. He raised his eyebrows and left his room.

Dean approached the phone, picked it up, and said hello.

'Hey Dean.' It was Sam.

'Sammy?'

'How are you?'

'Sammy!' Dean almost began to cry tears of happiness.

'Yep. It's me.'

'I've missed you so much. How are you?'

'I'm surviving. You know? Sorry I haven't called the institution for you until now.'

'No- it's fine. I just- I'm so happy you called Sammy.'

'What's it like there?'

'What's it like? Well- it's not too bad.' After Dean said this he was surprised. But he meant it. He was settling into the place.

'How are the therapy sessions going?'

'They're going great. They're getting better. I mean, the first month- they were terrible. But now, they ain't too bad.' Dean smiled.

'I'm tired of this place Dean. But it's only another couple of months right? Maybe we'll get out at the same time.'

'That would be great Sam. I can't wait to see you.'

'Listen I don't have much more time. Anything you want to say to me?'

'Just- just be good for your brother okay?'

'K Dean. Bye.'

'Bye Sammy.'

Dean put the phone back and stepped away. When would he hear his brother's voice again?

He felt very lonely in his room. And bored. He wasn't sure why, but he decided he to go to Crowley's room to hang around with him for a while. He looked through the glass in the door and sure enough, Crowley was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and his eyes shut. Dean knocked.

'Uh, Crowley?'

He opened his eyes and looked to the door.

'Dean. Come in.'

Dean opened the door and went inside the room.

'Why did you come here Dean?'

'Well-' he swallowed. 'I was, bored.'

'And?'

'You're the only guy I know here.'

'Of course.' Crowley was very reluctant to mingling with Dean. 'Is there something you want?'

'No- like I said. I was just, bored.'

'Hmmm. Right. So why are you here Dean? I mean, the building.'

'Well I- I committed a crime. The same crime, a few times.'

'Yes and what time is that?'

Dean groaned.

'Do you want to find out?'

'No thank you. Listen boy I know that you feel lonely in your room and feel the need to talk to someone but for now you should just acknowledge that I don't care.'

Dean frowned.

'Well thank you for being so kind.' Dean left Crowley's room and decided that he would no longer talk to him. Crowley was just another slimy demon.

Castiel had been on his computer for nearly four hours, so he turned it off and cuddled into a pillow on the couch. What was Dean doing? Reading? Writing? Drawing? Anything expressive? Did Dean admire his eyes like Castiel? Cas sighed and tried to think about other things instead of Dean, but it always came back to him. He really did love Dean. But it would never turn into anything. He decided he would ask about Dean's sexuality the next day. It was the only way to satisfy him. Otherwise he would never know whether there was a chance of a relationship or not. Without realising, Cas became sleepy and very soon after that he fell asleep.

'Hello Cas.'

'Hi Dean.'

'Listen- this may come to you as a shock. I love you.'

'I love you too.'

'Let's move my stuff into your apartment.'

'But you can't leave here.'

'Yes I can.'

'Okay. You can move into my apartment.'

'I love you Cas.'

'I love you too Dean.'

Cas woke up. What a strange dream. A bad dream. He now found Dean three times more attractive than before.

The pie was delicious. Dean was glad he had made the deal. Of course, he had eaten it before dinner, as opposed to after, but it still tasted good. When he heard the bell for dinner two hours later he sighed with relief, took his headphones off, and left his room.

'Oh crap.' He thought.

Dean ran to the nearest bathroom, went into a toilet cubicle and threw up.

'Oh.. god...'

He was in the bathroom throwing up, collapsing and throwing up again for half an hour before a staff member found him.

They took Dean to his bed and he was given two bottles of water and tablets. He had food poisoning. And he knew why. Crowley's pie. It was past its expiration date and it had given Dean food poisoning. He was given about 8 tube bags in case he was sick again and Dean kept one close to him in bed. He curled up into a ball and could feel himself heating up. He felt horrible. Dean had to use three of the bags, but the sickness didn't stop there. He had painful headaches and was sweating down the sides of his face. There was no one in the room. Just Dean. The only thing he was relying were the drugs he was given. The fever wasn't coming down either. He pulled the sheets off when he became hot, but then had to pull them back over him when he became cold. His stomach began cramping and as he lay there in a fetal position, Dean just really needed a friend. He wished Bobby was there. The only person who could help him in that place was Cas. But did Cas really care about him?