Amityville had the region's most state of the art mental rehabilitation facility. They also had the most state of the art psychiatrists, doctors, nurses- hell, even the best janitors. Most of the patients were nice people, haunted by numerous afflictions. Some were mischievous and couldn't help themselves.

Those mischievous included Dean Winchester, and of recent, Castiel Novak. They weren't bad patients; they just liked to break the various rules that had been put in place to protect them, the other patients, the facility, and its staff.

Whether it was staying up past curfew or visiting another room, Dean was sure to be doing it. For being the largest trouble makers, they never worked together. The nurses, for the most part, didn't punish them too severely.

One doctor, Dr. Raph, wasn't as kind as the other staff members. If he caught them misbehaving, he removed them from the basic areas and forced them into solitude from the other patients. Dr. Raph was the only unkind worker at the Amityville rehabilitation center. Being forced into this job by his medical family, he loathed his work to an extreme.

In the mornings, Dean would be in the cafeteria, complaining about its lack of pie. Sometimes, if he complained just enough, a cook would secretly bring a slice just for Dean (which Dean would gratefully accept and then scarf down in a matter of minutes).

Castiel could normally be found in the lounge, playing a four-way game of Sorry by himself. He never socialized much with anybody, excluding a nurse named Meg. He would only take orders from her, unless he was forced otherwise. Meg Masters was an older woman. One day, she didn't come in to work. Castiel instantly knew something was wrong, and he wouldn't come out of bed. Later that day, they received news about Meg's whereabouts. She had suffered a heart attack while driving and crashed her care into a tree. She was pronounced dead on impact. Afterwards, Cas had not spoken much to anyone.

One day, after being kicked out of the cafeteria, Dean journeyed to the lounge, hoping to find his old friend, Benny. Benny ended up nowhere to be found. So instead, Dean took a seat beside the infamous Castiel (infamous for being notoriously quiet).

"Watcha playin'?" he said, sliding up next to Cas. Castiel didn't reply. Dean looked in closer at the board. There were softened, rubbed away areas where the game pieces had been bounced repeatedly.

"Sorry?" Dean asked, hoping for a reply. Cas, as usual and expectedly, stayed mute. "Can I play?" questioned Dean. Since he received no negative reply, Dean joined in, playing with the blue pieces. He had always loved the color blue.

After 20 minutes of quietly playing, Cas finally chirped in.

"You really suck at Sorry, you know that?" he said, not even once pausing to look at Dean.

"Uh," Dean groaned, licking his lips and furrowing his brow. "Thanks?"

Cas continued to play along with Dean. As soon as he won the game, he got up and left very suddenly, stranding Dean with his actions.

"Hey," Dean called out at him, standing up to race after him. He marched up right behind the other heavy footed man down the deserted hallway. Castiel stopped walking and turned around to face Dean. Dean, still speed walking behind him, bumped into him. He knocked Cas over backwards, but he reached out and grabbed his waist. This action helped pull Cas back up to his feet.

"You okay?" Dean questioned.

"Why are you still holding me?" was Castiel's retort.

Dean quickly let go of the other man, blushing and mumbling an apology. Before he could embarrass himself anymore, the two split to go to their rooms.

Over the next few weeks, Dean tried to spend as much time with Castiel as he could. He was lured in from Novak's crystal blue eyes. He loved them more than anything he had ever seen. Cas didn't mind Dean's attention, for he was a lonely soul. One day, Dean questioned him about why he was here.

"I'm an angel," he answered.

"What?"

"I'm an angel and nobody believes me!"

Dean put his hand next to the so-called angel's.

"That's okay. When I was four, my mother died in a fire. Really messed my dad up, said demons had punished him because he wasn't faithful. I never believed the story, but he took it to heart and had to track this demon down. My little brother, Sammy, and I, we were a burden to him. He took us all over the states, hardly giving up enough food and other necessities. Finally, when we were old enough, I ditched him. Somehow, he always managed to pull me back- like gravity. One day, he hit Sammy. I can forgive him for most of the crap he put us through, but that was enough, so, I shot him. I was tried and determined mentally unstable. I've been here since."

Cas looked at him, eyes wide open. He grabbed Dean's hand and deposited a green pawn from Sorry. Without another word, he went back to his room.

Dean had acclimated to Cas casually deserting him. He headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Castiel, alone in his room, sat on top of his bed, not even under the blankets. He buried his face in his hands and cried, for he was connected to Dean. Dead had had a lifetime to cope, but Castiel had only minutes, and this was not faring well on him. Cas wasn't in the best of mind for depression right now. He sat and cried for a while, just hoping that Dean would come and seek him out for once.

After his episode, Cas went back out to the lounge to find Dean and Benny having a conversation about a recently released horror movie. Castiel sat and rested his head on Dean's shoulder. The other man's conversation paused as he looked over at Cas, but then continued like it was nothing.

"I just don't get why all of the romance is included," Benny continued. "It's not necessary."

"Y-yeah?" Dean said shakily as he looked down upon Cas. His blue eyes shone back to Dean. As Cas sat on Dean, he could feel Dean's heartbeat raise.

"I dunno, I think it's kind of nice sometimes, if it's done right."

Azazel, the old paralyzed addict, croaked in his point.

"Romance? Like what you and Novak have been getting yourselves into?"

The eldest Winchester sat up in his seat, causing Cas to slide off of him. "No! We're- he's like a brother to me."

Azazel scoffed from his wheelchair. He snarled under his breath, "Bunch of faggots, if you ask me."

This retort caused Dean to jump out of his position on the couch.

"What did you just say?"

"You and Cas. Don't lie to me; I've watched you for a while. You're faggots. Probably why you're stuck in the loony bin, considering it's a mental illness and all."

With this, Dean had had it. He shoved his hands around Azazel's throat, choking what little life was left of the man out. The two man gang of Azazel's yelled for a nurse and charged Dean. They ripped him off of their leader and threw him to the ground. Benny, still on the couch, was crying and having a panic attack. But, Cas jumped up and shouted, his voice cracking from the unusual strain on his voice. "Don't touch him!" The larger man turned, just as Cas jumped on him. He elbowed Castiel in the face, causing the smaller man to saunter to his knees. Dean had managed to get the upper hand on his assailant, and had wrestled him to the ground.

Nurses finally rushed in, grabbing Dean off of his enemy and the other goon off of the broken Castiel. They tranquilized Azazel's gang and Dean. Cas opened his eyes that were tightly closed in pain. He opened them just in time to see Dean mouth an apology before the both of them passed out.