CHAPTER EIGHT
THE TUNNELS or WHAT IS YOUR DIAGNONSENSE?
I was standing by the window of the TV room watching my family leave. All of the boys were there, just as always. Some were watching TV, some were playing cards. Dean ducked his head away from his game, paying attention to me. I walked toward the sofa, expressionless. I had nothing to give him right now. He turned his attention back to the cards, and started declaiming a Dorothy Parker poem that I had written on my journal just yesterday.
"Razors pain you.
Rivers are damp.
Acid stains you.
Drugs cause cramp.
Gun's aren't lawful.
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live."
I knew what he wanted. We had this unspoken rule, which my diary was off-limits; and he wanted to show me he had broken that rule. I didn't really mind, so I kept quiet, focusing on the TV. So naturally, he got up and turned it off.
"Hey!" Lucifer complained, waving his little American flag.
"Asshole." Samandriel snapped from across the sofa.
"Fatso!" Dean replied, walking past me.
"Hey Castiel." Meg said, turning the TV back on.
I nodded back a hello. Corbett smiled widely and turned to the nurse.
"Meg, call me a cab."
The brunette smiled back and put both her hands on her narrow waist. "Okay, you are a cab."
Benny cracked up. Samandriel smirked at me, looking curious.
"Dean said you got into Balthazar's room…" He tried, to which I nodded, having the lightest smile on my lips. "And it was full of chickens."
Before I could answer him, Jo called my name.
"Castiel, you have a phone call."
I went to the phone booth and sat down, picking up the telephone. It was mute.
"Hello?" I tried.
"So, what's your diagnonsense?" A voice whispered to me.
"Who is this?"
"What did he say to uncle and auntie?" I rolled my eyes, realizing whose voice was that, and leaned out of the booth. Dean was doing the same thing two booths away. I scowled at him and continued our conversation.
"I have a borderline personality."
"Oh" He said, condescending. "That's nothing. What else?"
"Oh he, he didn't wanna say. He thought it would affect my recovery."
"Alright, listen. Tong your meds tonight. After one o'clock checks, Ellen always goes out for a smoke. Check the mirrors and if they're clear you go down to the Janitor's closet. It's near the art room. And it will be open."
We met near the art room at one a.m. Gabriel, Dean, Lucifer, Corbett, Samandriel, almost everyone was there. We broke into the tunnels using Dean's stolen set of keys. When we got into the dark tunnels underneath the hospital, all the boys started laughing and running. Lucifer whispered my name.
"Castiel. This is how Dean gets out when he escapes."
When Corbett had to use a clip to break another door lock, Dean shook his keys to me. " We're under administration, so, they're not good here."
"Good thing this place works on a sliding scale." Samandriel said. "You get to mingle with the lock-picking trash."
Corbett cracked open the locked door, smiling mockingly at the other man. When Lucifer turned the lights on, I saw that the place was a giant bowling room.
"Let's go!" Dean squeaked, running and throwing his arms on the air. Everyone cheered and clapped as Corbett bowled.
"Good move!" Gabriel praised, as Dean let out a delighted laugh. I couldn't help but laugh, too. That was such an honest, fun moment that even Samandriel was behaving nicely.
"Castiel!" He said, rearranging the pins. "You're up."
I shied away. "No, no, no, no. I've only done this once in my life."
They all beamed an annoyed yet cheery come on. After an encouraging look from Dean, I went ahead and tried it. Only one pin stood still, and I jumped, celebrating my small victory. After that, we start bowling one by one, while Dean stayed on his chair, cheering and giggling and making all kinds of weird happy noises. I felt so much joy I thought my internal organs might as well be rainbow colored and full of butterflies.
After a couple of hours, we walked back to the tunnels.
"When they built this place, they put the tunnels in, so the loons wouldn't have to go anywhere in the cold." Samandriel added.
"I must have missed that in the brochure." I joked. Dean turned around, making me acknowledge his amusement.
We arrived on Dr. Moseley's office. Gabriel turned on the light as we all entered the room. Dean immediately ran towards him, slapping the shorter man on the face.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He asked, turning the lights off.
Gabriel just stood there, looking like a beaten up puppy, while the green eyed man sprinted back into the room. I gave him what I expected to be a very disapproving look.
"Wow!" Lucifer muttered. "Dr. Moseley's office."
