Dean hated hospitals. It disturbed him that he had saw this place more in the past few years than his whole life and it ended in one person in particular laying in the hospital bed. Dean's relief was like a beacon when the doctor came in three hours after Castiel was brought in to tell him he was alive and stable. His stomach had been pumped and he was more than lucky to be alive.

Dean hovered outside of the room seeing Castiel strapped to machines and still unconscious. Nausea swept through him and he moved inside watching him breathe in and out.

"Cas, you stupid bastard" he whispered dropping down next to him. "I hope you realise that you are never ever leaving my side again. I can't even let you go to some stupid party without you getting spiked"

It was 3am in the morning and Dean was exhausted. He couldn't understand what had happened and the doctor informed him that his drink might have been spiked or Castiel took drugs under the influence of drugs. Dean knew he would never do that and drugs weren't his area and never would be.

"Baby, wake up" he murmured pressing his lips against his knuckles. "I need to see your eyes…remember last time? This is too scary, Cas, I need you awake and smiling"

Castiel remained motionless on the bed still fast sleep and unaware of anything around him. Dean sighed resting his head on the bed shutting his eyes tight cradling his hands, Dean knew he must have fell asleep because when he reopened them he felt a gentle tugging in his hair.

"Cas" he gasped looking up to see blue eyes looking back at him. "You're awake"

"Or I'm actually dead and you're my heaven"

"No, you're very much alive" Dean muttered moving forward kissing him hard and cupping around his neck. "But you nearly did"

"I feel like a constant target for death"

"Stop getting killed then" Dean said with a light chuckle stroking his cheeks. "Shit, Cas, what happened?"

"I don't know" he whispered in reply. "I felt strange…wrong, I had four drinks, Dean, and I felt like my insides were burning away and nothing made sense"

Dean cast his eyes over him concerned and pressed his lips on his forehead, cheeks, and mouth.

"You scared the shit out of me!" he hissed clutching his shoulders hard. "They said you either took drugs whilst drinking or you were spiked"

"Drugs? Dean, I wouldn't take drugs you know that"

"I know, so that means someone spiked one of your drinks, Cas"

His eyes went wide as he stared at him and he swallowed hard. "I can't remember anything"

"At all?"

"No, I remember…I remember arriving and finding Lily…but that's it" he muttered looking away from him. "Why would someone spike my drink?"

"I think it's targeted, Cas" he whispered.

"Why?"

"All these strange things are not just circumstances, the phone calls, the text message and now this?" Dean murmured linking their hands together. "Whoever did this, Cas, tried to kill you and in the worst way…you could have died and you were seriously lucky I got you to hospital in time"

"I always owe you my life"

"I love you, I'm not about to let you die on the floor"

"I'm scared" Castiel admitted looking up to him.

"I know, I am too, but I swear no one is going to touch you now" Dean said placing his forehead against his and kissing him softly. "No more parties"

"I promise"

"We'll find out who did this, Cas, I won't stop till I know who did this to you" he murmured watching him settle back and close his eyes.

"I'm so sleepy and my stomach hurts" he said with a whimper.

"Sleep and that's because they pumped it" he murmured softly brushing his hands over the top of his stomach. "Sleep the pain away"

Castiel sighed letting his head fall into his hand and drifted off to sleep. Dean stared at him feeling a sense of alarm and protectiveness wash over him. He wasn't about to let this lie but he had no way of knowing who did this. It was a student party with a lot of other students who unlike Castiel liked to do drugs and it was possible he picked up a beer that had drugs in it but Dean couldn't know. In his heart it felt an attack but with no evidence to support this claim he had nothing. Dean trailed his fingers into the silky dark hair and moved down pressing his lips to his temple, he wasn't one of praying but right now he was more than thankful for this.

Dean was vigilant by his side all night long watching the rise of his chest and pressing two fingers against his pulse just in case, he knew it was reckless but he was on the edge. Castiel woke again around 7am to see Dean asleep in the chair and smiled squeezing his hand gently; Dean woke up immediately looking over to him.

"Hey" he murmured arching and stretching out his back before moving over and kissing him in greeting. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby" he murmured softly running his hand into his own hair and peering around. "I keep forgetting I am here"

"You should be able to go home today"

"Good"

"Anything come to you from last night?"

"No"

Dean frowned stroking his thumb down his cheek. "Okay, well we'll get you better first"

"You make it sound like I've been through a life changing ordeal, I was spiked, Dean, it happens"

"Not to you"

"Yes to me" Castiel said shifting and wincing at the soreness in his stomach. "This is just another hurdle, Dean"

"You think you deserved to be drugged? You nearly died, Cas, you are so lucky to be alive right now! Alcohol and drugs don't mix!"

"I'm not saying I deserved it, Dean, but it's our bad luck"

"What?"

"Our bad luck…Dean, I've been tortured, shot, and now spiked with drugs, all of that spells out my life and my luck" Castiel said looking up at the ceiling. "Our bad luck is doing this"

"That's bullshit, Cas! Our bad luck has fuck all to do with this, this has happened because someone is that screwed up in the head!" Dean shouted at him. "You didn't deserve any of that and you've nearly died three times, Cas, I can't look at you in a hospital bed anymore"

Castiel bit his lip inhaling a shaky breath and held out his hand for him. "Come here"

Dean walked over and sighed sitting on the bed next to him and manoeuvred so he was lying next to him.

"I know" Castiel whispered to him in a soothing tone. "I'm just trying to find sense around everything, I don't want to dwell on it and let it control our lives"

"So what…brush it under the carpet?"

"No, we just carry on as we are and not let it control us" Castiel murmured resting his palm against his cheek. "Dean, it was either a mistake or someone deliberately set out to harm me, we'll never know"

"Not unless we ask"

"Do you think they will honestly answer you? Half of that party was either drunk or stoned and the other half sitting in a corner or making out with so called partners"

"Lily might know"

"Lily was sat in the corner"

"She could have seen"

"She would have called by now, I don't think she knows I'm here" he muttered thinking back. "I better call her"

"Nope, she can wait" he said shaking his head. "Total bed rest"

"Bed rest?" he muttered with a small smile.

"Total, I want you fighting fit"

Castiel smiled when he ducked his head nuzzling his neck. "Well I will need an exercise regime, Dean, a vigorous one…a little rough and nicely handed"

"Squats?" he teased.

"No, I like to be more closer together, a lot sweatier, and full of nice appreciating sounds"

"Running"

"Dean!" he murmured slapping his arm. "You know exactly what I mean"

"Yes, swimming" he replied and chuckled when he sighed loudly and turned his head away.

"I know exactly what you mean and don't worry, there is going to plenty of…swimming" he purred into his ear and smirking when he shivered and turned towards him.

"Good, fancy swimming now?" he whispered.

"In a hospital? You kinky sonofabitch" he murmured shaking his head in mock horror.

Castiel winked at him pulling him into a heated kiss which Dean answered with a moan.

"Morning boys!" a voice said and they separated to see the nurse looking at them amused. "The heat in this room, settle down tigers"

Castiel flushed looking at Dean who rolled his eyes hopping off the bed.

~0~

Lily stared up at the apartments and pressed her lips into a line considering before setting off towards them and walking through the doors easily. Her memory was great at times as she looked at the number 22C and knew instantly it was their door. Lily stepped forward eyeing the door and peered under the welcome mat seeing nothing and over the lamp near the door seeing nothing. Lily closed her eyes with a sigh and tried the handle knowing it was a stupid attempt and gasping when the door opened.

Her eyes went wide when she seen the sick on the floor and understood. Dean left without locking the door in a hurry to get Castiel to the hospital. Lily slipped inside and bit her lip feeling giddy as she looked around the apartment she had never been in. Her excitement peaked as she walked around the living room and trailed her fingers across the leather sofa and cocked her head staring at the photo frame on the stand. It was of them both in a little back garden looking happy and content; it reached inside of Lily and pulled at her heartstrings and not in a good way. She placed it down face down and walked around the kitchen opening the cupboards to see a mix of healthy and non-healthy food that she made notes of.

A meow startled her and she gasped turning to see, Gem, sitting on the couch staring at her.

"Hey, kitty" she murmured walking over slowly and stroking her gently. Gem purred accepting her much to Lily's relief.

Her direction took her into the bedroom and she looked at the large made bed in the middle and walked slowly over stroking her fingertips on the cover till she reached one of the pillows. Lily picked it up inhaling the smell and sighing recognising it as Castiel. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and threw it down before darting over to the other side and dropping down on the bed; she buried her face in Dean's pillow inhaling softly. She laid there for a long minute before getting up and walking over to the wardrobe, Lily opened it up to see clothes, one side Castiel's and one side Dean. On the door of one side that she guessed must be Castiel's was littered with photos. Lily looked over them seeing some faces she didn't recognise and most of them with Dean, her eyes narrowed and she took each one of him and Dean off the wardrobe.

Being daring, Lily took a blue shirt from Dean's side and hid it in her bag along with the photos. It made her giddy with excitement as she circled the room and ran out towards the bathroom.

"This must be yours" she whispered picking up an aftershave and inhaling it deeply. "Lovely"

Lily sprayed a little on her wrist and placed it down carefully. Lily roamed the rest of the flat looking at their food, drink, and anything she could document in her mind. She placed herself down on the sofa looking around before hearing a noise outside and jumping up startled. Lily gasped heading towards the door and heading out, she looked outside to see an elderly man walking his dog and breathed out in relief.

Lily took a moment before glancing in her bag and nodding to herself before taking off down the stairs and out of the block of apartments. Her feet took her back to her sanctuary.

~0~

"You can go home" the doctor said to them both. "Just discharge yourself at the desk"

"Thanks, doc" Dean murmured with a smile and then glancing at Castiel who looked up at him. "Let's get home"

"Good" he murmured taking his hands to be pulled up and steadied himself. "I still feel a little woozy though"

"Doc said that would be one of the side affects" Dean replied looking over him and sighing. "I keep thinking this is a dream"

"Why?"

"Because you're alive and kicking fit"

"Not exactly kicking fit, Dean" he murmured pulling on his t-shirt with a groan. "I ache all over, I want to vomit, and I swear I'm still drugged"

Dean smirked brushing a hand into his hair and bringing him forward into a brief kiss.

"You're going to be fine, let's go home, rest, and figure some things out"

Castiel smiled weakly letting him lead the way as they discharged from the hospital and got a taxi home.

"Should I tell Gabriel and Anna about this?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because you'll freak them out, Cas, and I don't want them all over my case"

Castiel frowned looking over to him. "Why would they do that?"

"Because I'm supposed to protect you, Cas, I'm supposed to look out for you and make sure you're safe…this wasn't supposed to happen and especially not to you"

Castiel sighed looking out of the window and pressing his hand against the coldness.

"I want to sleep"

"You can do when we get in"

They arrived at the flat and Dean went for the handle frowning when it opened.

"Shit"

"You left the door open?"

"Sorry, I was attending to my drugged out and dying boyfriend" Dean said turning slowly to face him.

"You left the door open, Dean" Castiel said exasperated and moved in. "Gem!"

Gem jumped off the couch running towards them and he smiled scooping her up.

"Hello, beautiful"

Dean stepped in and grimaced at the mess on the carpet. "You're cleaning that, sunshine"

Castiel eyed the sick and nodded placing her down and looking around the apartment satisfied.

"Well nothing has been robbed" he said nodding at the television and other items scattered around the place.

"No one would rob the place, silly"

"You hear about this all the time, Dean"

"Oh shut up"

Castiel rolled his eyes moving towards the bedroom and sighed loudly in relief seeing the bed. It was a nice comforting thought that he could sleep for a few hours before they did anything about what had happened to him. He moved towards the wardrobe and threw open the doors peering in when his side of the door caught his eye.

"Dean?" he called scanning the missing pictures.

"Yeah?"

"Come here please"

Dean stepped in and came towards with a quizzical expression. "What?"

"Our pictures are missing, did you take them down?"

"No, why would I?" he said stepping beside him and looking at the door confused. Dean swallowed looking into the wardrobe and moved forward taking out an empty hanger.

"My best blue shirt…" he said looking over to Castiel.

"That wasn't me, Dean; you know I'm too small for your clothing"

"Well where is it? I hardly ever wear it, Cas"

"Dean, our pictures are missing and your shirt! What…" he said trailing off and looking around. "Someone took them"

"Cas…"

"Well where are they then?"

"I don't know!"

Dean glanced around and rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you sure you've not put them somewhere?"

"What? No, I haven't touched them since I put them up"

"Okay…why would someone take our pictures and my shirt?"

"Why would someone spike my drinks with drugs?"

Dean regarded him carefully and nodded. "You think it's targeted"

"You said something was up, Dean"

"It doesn't feel right no…the phone calls, the spiked drink, and now…this. Something is up" Dean said carefully.

Castiel swallowed wrapping his arms around himself. "But who?"

"I don't know" Dean murmured with a shake of his head.

~0~

Lily hummed to herself lying out all the pictures of Dean and Castiel on the floor. The shirt she had stolen lay next to her in a folded pile neatly done and she took her time looking over all the photos. Taking her marker, Lily carefully scribbled out over each of Castiel's face till it was nothing but a black blue. Lily chuckled and didn't stop till every single picture was ruined. Pressing her wrist against her nose, she inhaled the musky smell of his aftershave and pulled away with a small giggle.

"Get rid of him, Lily, once and for all"

Lily inhaled looking to the right of her and shook her head.

"I can't"

"You're weak, you're pathetic, and you'll never be good enough for anyone, Lily Grace"

A single tear rolled out of her eye and she pressed her face into the shirt.

"Leave me alone"

"You know what to do, Lily, destroy him once and for all…you'll get the real thing this time and not an old shirt. Get rid of Castiel and take what is rightfully yours"

Lily blinked looking up and turning her head to look down at the photographs. The blurred mess over the photos scared her and she nodded.

"What is rightfully mine" she whispered resting her palms on top of them and clutching her hands together crushing and ruining the photos underneath like it was a life underneath her palm. She knew what she had to do but it was the matter of planning it and succeeding in what she had in mind.

A/N: I have no idea how long this is going to be but it will NOT be as long as Forbidden. It could be three more chapters, it could be ten I just don't know but it looks like it's heading towards it climax.

Enjoy and thank you for the reviews!