Fear

I nodded against his hand. Tears were filling my eyes as I imagined my death. Would he stab me and leave me to bleed out for hours? Or would he make it quick and painless?

Dean slowly removed his hand before placing both his hands on each side of my face. He held my head firmly and forced me to look deeply into his eyes.

"Don't cry," he whispered softly. It was such a tender moment for him compared to the other parts I've witnessed. "I'm not going to hurt you," he continued as a stray tear slipped out of my eye.

Dean wiped it away with his thumb and smiled gently. It was a smile that actually reached his eyes. Maybe there was something more to him than I had initially believed. I let out a shaky sigh and tried to gather myself.

"What do you want?" I finally gained the nerve to ask.

Alarms sounded outside the door as the building was no doubt put into lockdown. Dean paid them no mind and continued to stare at me wistfully. "The real question is, what don't I want?" he answered my question with another one.

I tried to pull out of his grasp but was only brought back even closer to him. Our face were mere inches away. I could feel his hot breath hit my neck. "Please, Dean. No more riddles or games. Just tell me what you want and I will do anything in my power to get it for you," I pleaded with him.

Dean chuckled as he got the answer he was looking for. "Well, angel. I want a number of things. I want to get the hell out of here but it looks like that won't be possible," he paused as a thought crossed his mind. "Yet."

"Well, wh- what do you want from me?" I asked through the chattering of my teeth. My nerves were shaking at 100 miles per hour. It felt like I could explode from all the tension.

Dean let go of me and took a small step back. "Castiel, is it?" he questioned me while his eyes burned into mine.

I nodded slowly to confirm that was my name. There I was again, feeling so small under the scrutiny of his dangerous gaze. Dean smiled while showing his teeth.

"Do your friends call you Cas?" he asked me. I wasn't sure what he was getting at but I shrugged anyways as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Um, actually I don't- I don't have a lot of friends," I answered truthfully. I always had a hard time even holding a conversation that wasn't with a patient.

Deans eyes lit up in their own mischievous way. "I'd say you have one now," he said simply.

I smiled genuinely at him for the first time. Something I the air shifted at that moment. What once felt like nothing now felt like an elephant sitting on my chest. The air was heavy and I felt like I was drowning in his energy.

Dean grabbed me by the shoulders and made me stare into his eyes. But I wasn't even fighting it anymore. "When I'm ready to take what's mine, you'll know," he said gently as if he was instructing me.

I nodded along but furrowed my brow in confusion. "I don't understand. So, you don't need anything right now?" I asked for clarification.

Dean released his grip on me and shrugged slightly. "Need? No. Want? That's another story," he said as he eyed me in another way. There was something in the way he looked at me. His words were a promise. For what, I hadn't a clue yet.

The deafening sirens finally caught Deans attention as he looked around as if he was going to find something to get him out of this situation. He looked back at me and was instantly back to his plotting demeanor. "Get out of here. Just know that I'll call on you for what belongs to me," he said as he shoved me to the door.

I turned back to him before I left. "Why me?" I questioned him earnestly and curiously.

Deans face softened for a moment before a tiny smile reached his lips. "We're not so different you and I. People like us need to look out for each other. Do you understand me?" he asked. My mouth dropped slightly as I nodded in agreement.

Before I knew it, he was opening the door and pushing me out of it quickly. I stumbled into the hallway and went to reach for the closet door only to find it now locked. I was about to start pounding on it until a police officer showed up then grabbed my arm firmly.

"Dr. Novak, the building is on lock down. You need to come with me," he said as he started to pull me in the opposite direction, not giving me a chance to even protest him.

"What's going on?" I feigned innocence while struggling to keep up with his pace.

"It's all under control now. Nothing to worry about but Dr. Raphael needs to see you in his office for assistance as you were in the cafeteria the moment the riot erupted," he explained as we neared Raphael's office.

I nodded and entered Raphael's bleak office. Raphael sat at his desk while staring intently at his computers monitor. Two police officers stood behind him and watched whatever was on the screen as well.

I coughed awkwardly to let my presence known and shifted uncomfortably on my feet. Raphael looked up and raised an eyebrow before motioning me over to his desk. I walked behind and stood awkwardly next to him. "How can I help you, sir?" I asked him in a steady voice which surprised even me.

"I need your help identifying the cause of the riot in the cafeteria," he said as he pointed at the image the security camera had captured. The image was black and white and extremely blurry. Identifying correctly would be next to impossible.

"Of course," I assured him as I leaned over and watched the clip on his monitor.

I watched intently as Dean stood up then walked over to an inmate before punching him in the jaw and shoving the spork into his eye. All the inmates then began to fight each other for seemingly no reason at all. Maybe it was Deans actions that caused it. Or maybe it was the fear Dean seemed to put into everyone that he encountered.

The guards rushed the scene and pulled Benny away as they forcibly handcuffed his hands behind his back. Another guard swung and hit Benny in the head with a solid baton. The video cut off as Benny was led away and blood gushed horribly from his face.

I let out a slight gasp as my hand flew up to my face. Raphael turned to me expectantly. "Now, Dr. Novak, I know how hard this must be to witness again but we need answers. I don't have the knowledge to identify every single inmate that was in that brawl but I do know that was Benny Lafitte being carried away. I just need to know, was it him who started everything and stabbed another inmate in the eye? Or was it someone else?" he questioned me.

I frowned as I thought over my answer. I know I needed to tell the truth and let Dean deal with the repercussions but there was a part of me that was screaming at me not to. I felt compelled to protect him. I was just beginning to break his shell and cure him. I couldn't let this ruin it even if it means destroying another man's life.

"Yes. Benny did it," I lied. It was odd that I didn't feel any guilt from the lie. I felt… the same.

Raphael nodded and turned to the cops. "You heard him, boys. Put him in the white room for one week," he instructed them.

I ran my hand through my hair at the mention of the white room. It was pure psychological torture to just be in there for one hour. I couldn't begin to imagine what it would do to the mind after one week. "Need me for anything else?" I asked in a normal manner.

Raphael shook his head and waved his hand at me. "That'll be all, Castiel. Thank you," he said.

I nodded once then nearly ran out of the room. The alarms had stopped and from what I could tell all the inmates were put back in their cells. My curiosity got the best of me as I found myself walking down a separate way than usual.

I crossed through B hall which held the room that would make even the sanest of people crazy. I acted natural and continued to walk down the hall as if I belonged there. Two guards were dragging Benny in even as he was fighting like hell to not go.

"No! Please! I didn't do anything! I swear to you I didn't do anything," he cried out as tears ran freely down his reddened cheeks. He shook his head back and forth quickly as if that would help him in any way.

I walked slowly past them but stopped when Benny called my name. I turned to him and eyed him unremorsefully.

"Please, doctor. You were there. Tell them I didn't do it! It was that new guy!" he yelled while his thick southern accent filled the silent hall.

I stared him down with angry eyes. Benny's chest heaved up and down when he realized his fate was sealed. "Don't make me go in there," he begged. I was looking at the definition of a desperate man.

"I didn't see a thing," I lied once again before turning my back and walking away. I smiled softly to myself when his screams filled the hall once more. The familiar slam of the heavy door was accompanied next followed by silence. I had done an awful thing so why did I feel so happy?

XXX

I braced myself as I walked out of the elevator with Gabriel and Michael by my side. It was that time of the week for my session with Dean. I hadn't seen him since our secret conversation in the broom closet three days before.

I thanked Michael and Gabriel then opened the door. My footsteps filled the room and echoed all around us. Dean sat at the table, handcuffed once again. He looked up slowly and smiled at me softly. His bright orange jumpsuit contrasted his green eyes but I couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was.

I sat across from him and placed the manila folder down between us. Deans eyes followed my movements and he frowned once he noticed what it was. "So, I guess you know, huh?" he asked as if he had been expecting this all along.

I shook my head which made his eyes go wide in surprise. "I'm going to give you a chance to tell me before I sit here and read it in front of you," I propositioned him.

Dean leaned back as far as his handcuffs would let him. "You're not going to like what you find," he warned me.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I can guarantee you that I've seen worse than you. You make put fear into everyone else around here but you're not going to do it to me," I said, putting my foot down finally. It was my turn to call the shots around here.

Dean chuckled then smirked. "Is that right?" he asked me as his eyes glowed darkly.

"Yes, that is right," I said with annoyance clear in my voice.

Dean leaned forward while continuing to display his knowing smirk. "So, Cas, if that's right then tell me why you let someone else take the fall for me? I mean, you're not scared of me so you shouldn't have been afraid to rat me out," he told me as if he was reading my mind.

"I'm not afraid. I just didn't want you to lose your mind just yet. We're still getting started," I stated easily.

Dean chuckled and clicked his tongue in amusement. "You don't think I've lost my mind already? Baby, my minds been gone for a long time now," he said disturbingly.

An unnatural chill shot down my spine at his words. For a moment, I forgot who I was. I was a psychiatrist at a mental institution for God's sake and I was thinking my patient was worth saving. I shook my head to myself then opened the folder.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"