Bobby tipped up his trucker's hat and raised his eyebrows when he heard a knock at the door. People would rarely visit the house, so it was surprising that someone wanted to see him. He went to the front door, opened it, and standing there was Dean's doctor with a stranger. He frowned.

'Castiel?'

'Hello Bobby.' Cas nodded. 'Could I talk to you about Dean?'

Bobby's throat tightened and he tried his best to say something.

'Is Dean okay?'

'I-' Cas knew that Dean wasn't okay where he was. He had heard Dean talk about how he felt in that first month. Dean hated it. The only reason he settled into the place was because of his new doctor. Cas had difficulty looking into Bobby's eyes. He couldn't say Dean was okay.

'Can I just talk to you?'

'Sure. Come on in.' Bobby scratched his arm then held the door open so Cas and Gabriel could walked through. He led them into the living room and began to pile up the pieces of paper spread out on the floor.

'Sorry about the mess.'

'It's fine.' Gabriel said. Cas turned to Gabriel and gave him a threatening look.

'How'd you find me anyway?'

'Dean talked about the repair shop a lot. I searched it and found the address.'

'I didn't know he talked about me or the shop... so.' Bobby sat on the edge of his desk. 'What can I do you for?'

'Last week I was, fired. I can't see Dean there again.'

Bobby screwed up his face.

'What do you mean? Are you saying that they found out about you and Dean?'

Cas nodded.

'I knew that place was no good for him... and they gave him a new doctor?'

'Yes... and they have probably isolated him from other patients.'

Bobby shook his head.

'That poor boy.'

'The reason why I'm here is because I-' As Cas turned to Gabriel again, he saw that he was touching Bobby's books.

'Gabriel.'

He turned and saw Cas giving him his angry squint.

'Sorry, I was just looking.' He crossed his arms.

Cas sighed.

'I want to try to make a deal with them.'

'A deal? For you to treat him again?'

'If we can convince them, then maybe they will move Dean to the place better for him and I'll be his doctor again.'

Bobby frowned.

'Sorry son, but if that boy's been moved then I don't think they'll take your advice.'

'But Dean needs me.'

'I'm not saying he doesn't love you Cas, but are you sure that's what's best for Dean?'

Cas stared into the distance and considered what Bobby told him. Cas turned to Gabriel.

'What if he is better without me?'

Gabriel frowned.

'Cas-' Bobby said. 'I'll go with you to the centre. But I'm sorry if they can't help you out. He's there for one purpose. And believe me, I want to help him if he's in hell. I just want to see him come out of that place okay.'

'I understand.'

'So are you just gonna stand there? Dean could be praying for us to help him as we speak.'

Dean missed listening to music. He wanted to wake up, put his headphones on and tap his foot to the drum beat. It would have made his cell seem less cold and dark. Thinking of Robert Plant reminded him of the good old days when he and Sam would go on their hunting trips. Dean always played the music he wanted. Sometimes Sammy would complain, sometimes he wouldn't. Music always brought back memories to Dean. He didn't realise that Zachary was knocking on his door until it opened.

'Dean.'

Dean looked up and huffed.

'Yes, I'm coming.'

Zachary smiled and closed the door. He walked down the hallway and entered the therapy room. He really was growing tired of his patient. Everyday, Dean would give him the same expression and wouldn't fully answer his questions. He wished he could just be given his money and leave the place instead of having to stick around with that asshole. Dean's attitude convinced him that he was an ex-junkie and that was what drove him to kill the people. Looking over the reports written by Dr. Novak he sounded like a completely different person. In person he was just angry and rude.

There was a sense of awkwardness as Bobby drove the Impala. Gabriel was eating a chocolate bar that neither Cas nor Bobby knew where it had come from. After two hours of driving Bobby spoke up.

'What would Dean be doing right now?'

Cas squinted.

'He would probably be with his new doctor. Otherwise he could be in his room.'

'I just hope he's okay.'

'So do I.'

Cas watched the pine trees move past the window. He felt sleepy after the drive to Bobby's house. Gabriel insisted that they went there to speak to him face to face, despite the long drive. Cas's eyes became heavy. He quickly opened them and straightened his back again.

'Get some sleep Cas, you look tired.' Bobby said to him.

'No- I can stay awake.'

'Get some sleep I said.'

Cas decided he would listen to Bobby and he rested his head back in his chair. The world around him faded away and he fell asleep.

Dean felt the creases in his blue coloured sheets then lifted them up and wrapped them around him. He collapsed back onto the hard mattress and buried his face in his pillow. He didn't want anyone to disturb him. He just wanted sleep. He didn't care if he had another nightmare. His head was throbbing, his limbs were weak and sleep was the only thing apart from Cas that he wanted. Slowly he closed his eyes. But after three seconds he was startled by a loud noise. His door had been slammed open.

'Dean?'

Dean punched his mattress and sat up in his bed. It was Mr. Alistair.

'What do you want?' He asked, letting the sheets around him fall.

'Mr. Luca would like to see you.'

Dean groaned.

'Yeah? What the fuck does he want?'

Nick moved past Mr. Alistair and entered the room.

'Well.' Dean said with a sarcastic tone. 'Speak of the devil.'

Satan sat on the edge of Dean's bed.

'Hello Dean.'

Dean huffed and squinted his eyes.

'Zachary has told me that you haven't been cooperating with him.'

'And?' Dean was ready to throw a hard fist at the guy.

'I just wanted to ask you what is making you upset.'

'Upset?' Dean's voice was deep and rough. 'I'm not upset, I'm angry.'

'Why is that Dean?'

'Because you friggin' demons aren't listening to what I have to say. And you didn't listen to Cas either.'

'Dr. Novak won't come back here and it's for the best Dean.'

'I didn't talk about him coming back here! I'm talking about what I want! You said a thousand times it was for the best for me! So why the hell aren't you listening to what I think is the best huh?'

Nick sighed.

'Then what is it that you want Dean?'

'I- I don't want to live in this cell anymore. I want to be back at the other building. I want my old room back. And just let me say- obviously Zach and I aren't really working, Nick. So if you really want me to get out of this shit hole then I suggest you give Cas a call and request that he becomes my doctor again!'

'Dean-'

'Don't Dean me! Are you going to listen to me or not?'

Nick went to the door and turned to him.

'I won't do that Dean. You're being irrational.'

The door closed and Dean frowned.

'Hey!' He went to the door and slammed his fist against the window. 'Hey! Come back here! I'm not finished with you!' He continued to bang the door, but of course, no one wanted to listen to Dean's complaints.

'Goddamnit!'

He went to his barred up window and punched the glass. It shattered and pieces fell onto the floor. He pushed at the bars and tried to unscrew the bars with his fingernails, but he failed. His two largest knuckles were bleeding and the skin was peeling. For the third time that day, he collapsed to the hard ground and began to cry.

'I fucking HATE this place!' He shouted. Dean had never felt so frustrated in his life.

The Impala glistened in the sun as Bobby drove through the streets of Lawrence. He had washed it recently. In fact, he had washed it every few weeks so that it wouldn't get a build up of dirt. Dean didn't have any pets Bobby could look after whilst he was at the institution, so he cared for the Impala instead. They came to the street they were looking for and drove until they came to the large car park outside of the centre.

'Here it is.' With his left hand Bobby shook Cas and woke him up.

'We're here?'

'Yep.'

Gabriel was asleep in the back with a lollipop hanging out of mouth.

'Gabe! Wake up.'

Gabriel's eyes opened and he looked at his surroundings so he could remember where he was.

'What time is it?'

Bobby looked at his watch as he put the car in park.

'2:30.'

Gabriel yawned and put his lollipop back in his mouth.

Cas looked out the window and examined the features of the brick building. He was afraid of it. It was like a morgue. Cold, dark and full of empty shells that were people. The place didn't seem so bad when he was going inside to see Dean. But now, it was completely different. Perhaps the idea of Dean had given the place an eminence front.

'So are we gonna do this or what?' Cas realised that Bobby always had a sassy way of talking to people.

'That's probably where he is.' Cas pointed over the brick building next to the main one. There were rows of barred up windows.

'Maybe we should let him know we're here.'

Dean held a pillow case around his bleeding hand. Like a rabbit, he lifted his head and his ears turned on. He heard the beginning to a very familiar song. A song none of than 'Ramble On' by Led Zeppelin. He realised it was coming from outside. He cautiously walked over and looked through the bars. He couldn't believe it. 'Cas!' Leaning against his baby in the carpark was Cas, smiling and waving. And standing a few feet away from the car was Bobby, standing with someone sucking on a lollipop. Dean was smiling like an idiot. He was so happy. Cas was there. Bobby was there. The Impala was there. Cas walked over to the building and stood there, looking up at Dean's window which was a few levels up.

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair.'

'I thought you'd never come back! And you brought Bobby!'

Cas grinned.

'I had to come for you Dean. I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I let you go.'

'You don't have to feel sorry Cas! It- It was going to happen one way or another!'

'I'm going to help you! I have to! I'm going to try to negotiate with them.'

Dean just couldn't stop smiling. Cas, his knight, was rescuing him. However, things weren't going to play out like a fairy tale. Zachary entered the room and appeared large and menacing.

'Dean! What are you doing?' He saw the bloody pillow case and the glass on the floor. 'What happened to your hand?'

Dean picked up a shard of the glass and held it out.

'Don't come near me.'

'Dean! Dean are you okay?'

Cas sprinted to the building entrance and went to the front office.

'Which-' He was still trying to catch his breath. 'Which room is Dean Winchester in?

'Uh-' The receptionist typed on her keyboard. 'Room 25.'

'25? Thanks.'

Cas sprinted out of the building, found the entrance to the building Dean was in, and continued up the stairs until he found Dean's hallway.

'Room 18... room 19... 20...' Cas heard Dean crying out. The only room with a door open was 25. When Cas stood in the doorway, he saw a man holding Dean down and preparing a fist in the air to strike down on him. Someone was about to hurt Dean. Cas clenched his hand into a fist and stood behind the man.

'Hey assbutt.' The man turned around suddenly and Cas threw a punch at him in the face. He fell to the ground and put his hands on his bleeding nose. Dean sat up and trembled before he pulled himself together again.

'Assbutt?'

Cas was breathing with exhilaration. He held out his hand for Dean to grab.

'Are you okay?'

Dean nodded.

'Yeah. Thanks Cas.' Dean took his hand and Cas pulled him forward into a hug.

'I've missed you Dean.'

'I've missed you too Cas.'