This chapter will be in Dean's POV. Again.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: A Stone's Throw Away From Crazy

"LET ME IN."

I cringed at the sound of Sam screaming his ass off. Cas had locked the door to my bedroom, not allowing my brother access.

"Sam I think it's best for you to stay out for the time being." Castiel said, trying to get him to calm down.

"Why? I haven't done anything." My brother hissed. At least he stopped screaming.

"The only thing you've done is either yell at Dean or be a dick to him, neither of which are helping the situation. Also there is a heavy stench of alcohol on your breath. Yes, I noticed. I think it'd be best for you to leave." If you knew Cas like I did, you'd be able to tell that that wasn't a request and he was getting pissed.

Something along the lines of a growl left my brother's mouth. "Cas you're being ridiculous. Dean wants me in there."

Even though I knew that the Sam that had talked to me earlier was a hallucination, it was all too raw to not treat it like it was the real Sam. Cas looked at me, a question in his gaze. I shook my head slightly. The angel nodded and turned back towards the door.

"Sorry, but you need to go Sam." The angel said with a warning in his voice.

With one last half-assed pound on the door, we heard the sound of heavy footsteps make their way down the hall.

Without saying a word, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Making my way over to the sink, I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water. When I looked at my reflection I almost didn't recognize myself.

The person staring back at me had pitch black eyes that looked like they belonged to a person who would kill a puppy just for the hell of it. Their jaw line was sharper, hair carelessly styled.

{AUTHOR'S NOTE: ITALITCS WILL BE MIRROR DEAN. CARRY ON}

"Like looking in a fun house mirror isn't it Dean? Right now you're thinking that this isn't you you're staring at. See, deep down you know it's some version of you, the version you thought you had banished to the deepest darkest parts of your soul. Surprise, bitch."

"You're not real." I said with a shaky laugh. My reflection held my gaze as it seemed to lean closer.

"Keep telling yourself that. I'm you, Dean. I'm the person Sam sees you as. Who you think you are? That's who Cas sees you as. Who sees the real you? I'll give you a hint, it's not Cas."

The thing in the mirror winked at me as I shook my head.

"No, you're lying."

"Denial. Cute. Come on, you can't lie to yourself. I know the boiling rage you feel inside your gut every time you see your brother, sometimes Cas. It's just a matter of time before you snap."

"I can control it. It's just another side effect. We can fix this." By this point, I was trying more to convince myself than my reflection. I honestly thought I couldn't be saved.

My reflection laughed bitterly as he shook his head in disappointment. "Whatever gets you through the night. You can't escape me Dean."

I was startled by the tentative knocking at the door. "Dean, you okay?" Cas asked, worry lacing his words.

Wiping a shaky hand down my face, I tossed the towel I had been gripping onto for dear life casually on the sink and opened the door. "Yeah, fine"

I hadn't even realized my eyes had gone black and that I had punched the mirror with my already injured hand until I was on the floor, back against the tub.

"Dean!" Cas shook my shoulders as I looked up at him like I was a deer caught in headlights.

Is this what my life was now? Sudden black outs where I don't even remember doing things or getting to certain positions? Where I could hurt someone and have no idea what I had done until it was too late? Hell of a way to live.

I looked up at the now cracked mirror to see a distorted version of myself laughing, licking the blood off of his fingertips.

"Dammit Dean." The angel said as he grabbed my tightened fist and looked at my bloody knuckles. "What are we going to do with you?"

I know Cas probably meant the question innocently, but just like my reflection said I would, I snapped.

"You don't have to do anything with me! Jesus I'm not a child, I can fucking take care of myself." I yanked my hand away from the angel.

Cas rolled his eyes and gave me a pointed look. "Clearly. Come on, the bed is more comfortable then the bathroom floor."

Sending a glare Castiel's way, I stood up and plopped down on the bedroom floor and leaned against the side of the bed while the angel leaned against the desk.

"So are we going to talk about why you were talking to yourself in there?" Cas asked, hinting with his tone that we were going to talk about it no matter what.

"Just more hallucinations." I said tiredly. I wasn't really tired, but I felt mentally drained.

"Wait, more hallucinations? As in you've had them already?" Castiel questioned.

"Uh, yeah. I-" Before I could continue, Sam apparently got tired of waiting and began knocking on the door again.

"Come on Cas, it's be two hours. Let me in. I've sobered up."

"Imagine that. You know, you and your brother are more alike then you two think. You both drown yourselves in alcohol when you have problems." The angel shook his head as he made his way over to the door, unlocking and opening it.

"I-" Cas was cut off my a blinding pain that started in his head. Rubbing his temples, the angel glared at the ceiling with a scowl on his face. "I have to- I'll be back." With that, Castiel disappeared.

"We need to talk." Was all Sam said before he shut the door behind him.

…

"What was the meaning of that?" Cas demanded. He glared at the unfamiliar angel in front of him in Metatron's old office.

"We had an agreement Castiel. We would help you save the human if you stayed away from him once you assured he was alright." The angel said sternly.

"There were complications. I'm trying to resolve them as quickly as possible."

"They aren't your problem anymore Castiel. You have your family up here in Heaven you need to look after now."

"They're my friends. I won't leave them. Now, you elected me your leader. I will see who I please without having to ask permission." Cas's tone was hard as he tried to seem intimidating.

Letting out a sigh of aggravation, the angel disappeared, leaving Castiel alone debating his purpose in life. He had tried so hard to save Dean Winchester. Now when he was in such a fragile state, could he leave him?

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TBC

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