POV: Castiel (aka Castiel DeAngelo)
I followed Sam and Dean into the office, and watched them sit down on a couch facing the Doctor. I stood diligently by the couch, not wanting to be in anyone's way.
I was there for a while before Sam and Dean started to give me strange looks. "Uh, Cas, you want to take a seat?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you." I noticed Dean sigh, appearing frustrated. Am I doing something wrong? I walked swiftly over to the couch and sat down carefully in the space between Sam and Dean.
Sam began to speak. "Well Dr. Andrews, this is…Castiel DeAngelo. He is Dean's…friend. The guy we were talking about." Why had they been talking about me? "He's the one who told Dean that Ruby was in the mafia." The…mafia? As in organized crime? Why would I tell them that? I never….oh! I was supposed to play along!
"Yes. I told Dean that Ruby was in the mafia." I gave an affirming nod and fell silent. Dr. Andrews gave me a look that I could not interpret.
"All right then. May I ask why you are here?"
"I was coming to tell Dean that demons were causing the—" Dean cut me off.
"Cas, isn't that information confidential?"
"Not really, it—"
"Cas, remember what I said about going all 'angel of the lord'?" Oops. He turned to Dr. Andrews. "Sorry Doc, just ignore that. It was just…code words. Long story—don't ask." Dr. Andrews began writing something down on the notepad that was lying in his desk.
"So I suppose you two are rather close."
"Yes." I answered.
"No." Dean snapped.
I turned to Dean, feeling rather hurt. I had pulled him from hell, pieced his soul back together, saved his life many times over, and we weren't close? He looked embarrassed. What was going on here?
"Interesting…" Dr. Andrews continued writing. "Dean, Castiel seems to think that you two are very close. Why do you disagree? You are close enough to have your own code words, isn't that right?"
"Er, well, yeah. Sorta. We're really not that close, we just kinda see each other a lot—wait, no. I mean—shit." Dean was completely flustered, yet Sam seemed like he was about to burst out laughing. And why did Dean seem like he was trying to hide something?
Sam spoke up. "Dean, we've already talked about this. Don't try and lie about it now." He smiled. Dean glared back at him. Sam continued, "Cas, isn't it true that you show up at our door unexpectedly all the time?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"And don't you meet up with Dean in the middle of the night quite often?"
"Well, yes, but I usually just meet with Dean in his dreams."
The doctor looked taken aback. "I'm sorry, what?"
"He dreams of me, Doctor, and I speak with him this way." It wasn't really that hard to understand.
Sam, for whatever reason, was ecstatic. Dean, on the other hand, looked a bit sick. The Doctor was starting to look a little uncomfortable as well, but he continued on. "Is this true Dean? Do you…dream of Castiel?"
"Of course not!"
"But Dean, what about those times you told me that Castiel spoke to you in your dreams?" Sam piped in.
"Well I guess you could say…I mean—you know what, fine. You're right. I dream about Cas sometimes. Is that a problem with you homophobes?" Homophobes? Why would he call them that? I hope the meaning hadn't changed since the last time I checked. I did have a tendency to misunderstand human "slang".
"Of course not Dean," the doctor said calmly, "We've just been trying to get you to accept yourself and be open with your brother. It would seem that this is the root cause of your family's instability."
Dean was losing it. "The root cause! This is definitely NOT what screwed up our family!" He was shouting at this point. I was getting worried, and evidentally, so was Sam.
"Dean, calm down. Just tell me, what do you think 'screwed up' your family."
"I will not calm down. I don't know exactly what screwed up our family. Maybe it was our mom's early death. Maybe it was the fact that our dad had us moving from place to place every other week. Maybe rock salt and gunpowder let off poisonous fumes that messed with our heads over the years. Maybe it's the near-death experiences we face on a daily basis. Maybe it was the four months in hell. Or maybe, just maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting here arguing over whether or not I'm gay for an angel!" What on Earth just happened? The doctor looked scared and confused. We all sat there in silence while Dean quietly fumed.
After a good three minutes, Sam finally broke the silence. "Dr. Andrews, I think we should go. We'll be back tomorrow…probably." And with that, he led Dean out of the room. I stood up to follow them, but before I could leave, the doctor stopped me. He waited for the Winchesters to leave before speaking.
"Look Castiel, you seem like a nice guy, but I'm a little concerned about Dean's mental health, and I don't think that you are good for him. I'm sure you mean well, but it would appear that the things you told him about Ruby have made him a tad bit paranoid—actually, he's borderline psychotic. It isn't really my place to say, but I don't think you two should be seeing each other anymore." Seeing each other?
"Doctor, I think you are a bit mistaken. We are not in a relationship, if that is what you are implying. I am simply his protector, by divine orders. I am the one who brought him back from hell."
"What? I have to say your code words or whatever are throwing me off, but did you just say that you were the one who saved Dean from enemy imprisonment during the war?"
"Well that is one way to put it, I guess, but yes. I was the one to piece his soul back together."
"And by that, you mean you helped him recuperate from the war, right?"
"I suppose."
"Oh, well then, I—I'm sorry. I think Sam has misunderstood this situation. Maybe you should explain it to him a little better."
"No, he knows very clearly what the 'situation' is. Now I really must go, I still have to talk to Dean about the demons." I rushed out the door before the Doctor could ask another question. I glanced at him before I shut the door. The Doctor, for whatever reason, seemed very confused. Humans are strange, strange creatures. And with that thought, I left the room and caught up to Sam and Dean, who were arguing in the parking lot.
Author's Note: Well here's the real chapter. Sorry I took so long, but I hope you enjoyed it!
