Black and blue

"Excuse me?" I asked him with a raise of my brow. I crossed my arms and did my best to intimidate him. Of course, my tactics wouldn't work. After all, what's a king to a God?

Dean chuckled darkly. "Just voicing my thoughts, doc. Are you going to write them down?" he asked curiously.

I frowned and shook my head. "That's a little impersonal. Don't you think?" I quipped back.

Deans lips twitched into a smile that would be missed if I had so much as blinked. "My whole life is impersonal. I mean, look at where I am."

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully as I debated over my next moves. "And why are you here, Dean?" I asked after a minute of silence.

"Why are you?" he answered immediately with eyes that lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. I didn't know what he was doing by engaging with me this way but I could tell that he thoroughly enjoyed it.

I smiled softly as my eyes shot down to the cold table. I looked back up after a few minutes then shrugged slightly. "To keep guys like you off the streets," I replied.

Dean smiled as a thought crossed his mind. "You've got secrets, doctor," he declared. There was something mystifying about him that caused me to loosen up and let my guard down.

"We've all got secrets, Mr. Winchester," I retorted.

Deans eyes flashed with anger behind them. He attempted to move his hand quickly but was stopped by the handcuffs. The loud clinging of metal on metal filled the room. "I told you I'm not my father!" he yelled with rage.

I found myself flinching at the intensity in his tone. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by the door swinging open as Gabriel and Michael rushed in with their guns pointed directly at Dean.

Deans eyes never strayed away from my face. His lips were turned downward as his nostrils flared. He looked in that moment as if he wanted to kill me. Or maybe his father. I couldn't decide yet.

"Dr. Novak, come with me now. Evacuate the room immediately," Michaels voice instructed me firmly.

I did as I was told and was led out into the hall with Michael who was standing a little too close for comfort. I stayed in place against the wall as Dean was led out by Gabriel a few minutes later. He had a set of handcuffs connecting to each hand in front of his body.

He stopped in his tracks in front of me. "I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours," he said casually as if he hadn't shown a glimpse of his darker side a few moments before.

Gabriel yanked him by his arm to keep walking. Dean threw his head back in laughter that unsettled me to my core. That definitely did not go as planned. I'll have to resort to doing a textbook session next time.

Michael rubbed my shoulder soothingly. "Are you alright, Castiel?" he asked concerned.

I shrugged him off and started to walk towards the elevator. "He's nothing I can't handle," I assured him confidently.

Michael stepped into the elevator with me and smiled down at me. "It's just that sometimes I worry about you. You're the only one willing to deal with these people. To get in their minds. I can't imagine how you must feel all the time," he said as he took a step too close to me.

I practically jumped out of the small space as soon as the doors opened on my floor. "I can take care of myself," I said bitterly in response before walking down the hall back to my office.

I was starting to get frustrated with everyone at that point. I wasn't some little boy in an oversized doctors coat. I was a twenty-eight-year-old man and people needed to start treating me as such.

I sighed and resisted the urge to slam my office door. My hands hovered over Deans file. Did I really want to uncover the mystery right away? I always found it to be more exciting when digging was involved. I enjoy a challenge.

XXX

I laid on my pull-out cot in my office. The clock ticking loud above my desk showed me that it was a little after two a.m. I hadn't had the time to go home and rest since another case had kept me busy for most of the night. And of course, I was having trouble sleeping.

I sat up and ran a tired hand through my hair. I could hear what sounded like faint talking coming from the hallway. Standing up, I creeped over to my door and laid my ear against it. It sounded muffled now but I still wasn't able to make out any words.

I opened my door then walked into the hall. The cool feeling struck my exposed chest and made me feel vulnerable. It had slipped my mind that I was only wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else.

I looked around and took note of all the inmates sleeping away in their own uncomfortable cots. The voice I could hear in my office was coming from the end of the hall. I considered putting on a shirt until the anonymous voice sounded like it had become agitated.

I crossed my arms across my chest and walked closer to the sound. The sound of my bare feet hitting the cold concrete echoed through the dark hall. The voice quieted down as I neared.

"Hello?" I called out in the darkness. I stopped directly in front of Deans cell and peered in.

The moonlight pouring in through the tiny window on the wall lit up a section of his cell. His bed looked like it had been slept in but he was no longer in it. I looked around frantically but wasn't able to see certain parts of the cell.

Deans face suddenly stepped into part of the light. He was frowning but appeared to be wide awake. "Doctor," he acknowledged me before his eyes flickered down to what I assume get a look at me.

His eyes drifted back up me slowly. I suddenly felt like I was standing in front of a thirty-story building. I felt so small and weak in his presence. "Um, it's Castiel actually. Castiel Novak. Or Dr. Novak. Whichever you prefer," my words stumbled out of my mouth before my brain could keep up.

Dean nodded and smiled darkly. He squinted his eyes and deciphered me. "Did I do something wrong, doctor?" he asked innocently as he walked slowly towards the bars separating the two of us.

I swallowed nervously. "I heard talking," I spat out finally. I just needed to do what I came out here to do. I couldn't let him win.

Dean rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And who do you think I could be talking to? The devil?" he asked me rhetorically.

I froze as my eyes widened. He looked genuinely serious while gauging my reaction. His face broke out into a large smile while he laughed in amusement. I must've looked like a deer in headlights since he stopped mid laugh. "I'm joking, of course. The devil doesn't exist," he said matter of factly.

I took a step back while thinking of an excuse to leave. "Not a religious man?" I asked nervously.

Dean pursed his lips as if in thought. "Well, the devils not a big red man with a pitchfork. He's just a regular guy. He could be you."

I rubbed my hands along my arms as chills shot through me right at that moment. "I should really get going. I'll see you at our next session," I said as I backed farther and farther away from him.

Dean grabbed the bars in front of him quickly. "You didn't let me finish my thought," he chastised me.

My back hit the cold wall when I had run out of space to back into. "What's that?" I questioned even when my feet were wanting to run far away.

Dean smiled wickedly as a manic thought crossed his mind. "He could be me."

Panic ran through me as I stared at him in horror. I turned my back quickly and nearly ran back to my office where I made sure to lock it tightly. I've never felt such a fear of being in someone's presence before and I had dealt with every type of criminal one can imagine.

There was something about this one that I could quite place yet. I picked up the thick, manila folder off my desk as I bit my lip. All the answers I needed awaited in the palm of my hands. No. I wanted a challenge and like it or not, Dean was here to play. Well, two can play that game.

XXX

"Dr. Novak, are you ready for monitor duty?" Michael asked loudly as he tapped on my door.

I rolled my eyes to myself. Why was it always Michael that came to escort me? His insistence was beginning to work my nerves. I opened the door and smiled politely. "Afternoon, Michael," I greeted him as I hid my true emotions behind my smile.

Michaels eyes crinkled up as he smiled widely. "How's your day going? Anyone giving you any problems?" he questioned me as we walked through the empty hall to the cafeteria.

I shook my head. "No, Michael, and like I said before, you have no idea how much I can take" I replied, the annoyance evident in my tone.

"I bet you can take a lot," he commented suggestively. He had been completely oblivious to how I really felt about him.

I cringed slightly but breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the cafeteria. Michael held the door open for me just like he did every time. I shuffled past him and made my way to my post.

Leaning against the wall, I observed all the inmates in their most social spot. My eyes drifted over to a certain green-eyed mystery. He was sitting at a table alone, his food remained untouched. He looked up and his eyes locked on mine. His stare was so intense and if looks could kill then we'd all be dead.

I had lost myself somewhere in those captivating eyes. A hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. I turned my head quickly to see it was only Michael. Again.

"I just wanted to check on you again," he said as if his actions weren't edging on borderline creepy.

I smiled tightly at him. "I'm just fine since the last time I saw you which was five minutes ago," I replied sarcastically. I've never seen someone so dense on taking a hint. But this was my place of employment and I had to keep things professional.

Michael laughed as if it was the funniest thing he had heard all day. "I know. I just feel this need to protect you."

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I collected my thoughts. I wanted to break down and scream at him that I didn't need a savior. He had no idea what I had been through and I wanted nothing more than to just show him once and for all.

Instead, I smiled through my mask. "That's very considerate of you, Michael," I said falsely.

I tuned Michael out as I turned my head back over to Dean. He was still watching my every movement. Except, now he held a plastic spork in his hand. He was gripping it so tightly that the color in his hand had drained. Dean looked as if he was about to commit murder.

The look sent a chill down my spine that felt like I had been hit with lightning. I tore my eyes away then looked back into Michaels which dulled in comparison. "So, what do you say?" he asked me expectantly.

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked back for clarification.

Michael laughed nervously. "Dinner. Tomorrow night. With me," he said while staring at me.

I opened my mouth, still not sure how to reply. I couldn't go out with a colleague even if I wanted to. I had to turn him down. But I was cut off by the sudden screams of a few of the inmates.

Michaels face dropped as he went into professional guard mode. He pushed me back with his arm to get me out of the way. A riot was forming.

I stared at the crowd that was now going wild. Gabriel pulled out an injured man with a plastic spork sticking out of his eye. I felt my knees go weak when I knew exactly who the assailant was.

Gun fire erupted when something I couldn't see happened. All the guards now had their weapons in the defense position and were steadily closing in on someone. I dropped to the ground and placed my hands over my head.

A strong arm pulled me up onto my feet after a few minutes then dragged me out of the cafeteria. I kept my eyes squeezed shut until I was then pulled into a broom closet near the cafeteria.

I opened my eyes to see bright green ones staring back into mine. I tried to let out a scream that was instead muffled by his hand closing in tightly on my mouth. I look horrified at him, unsure of what he was going to do to me.

"I will only let you go if you promise not to scream."