A/N: If I remember correctly, this is my first AU that I'm posting. I have a few other chapters ready, and was planning on writing the whole thing before posting, but I've just gotten really antsy about sharing this. So yes, definitely an AU. We have MentalHealthWorker!Castiel, and Rockstar!Dean, and Lawyer!Sam. Awesome, right? This is definitely Destiel. Meg is in it, Ellen is mentioned, Ruby is mentioned, Garth is in it, Jess is in it as almost an OC at one quick point. Crowley, Zachariah, and Michael are definitely in it. More characters might show up. Who knows? I've just been having fun with this. Not sure where the ending will be, but things are definitely happening. Hope you enjoy! And the rating is explicit because of topics that eventually come up, the stuff that goes through Dean's head, and at least one eventual sex scene. There is also abuse in this. You can blame more than just the John Winchester mentions on that.

"What is it you need?" Castiel asked, doing his best to put a kind smile on his face, despite it being the beginning of his twelve hour shift that he wasn't looking forward to.

The patient before him, Jessica, hadn't gone to bed yet like most of the other patients. She'd been crying in the corner by one of the bay windows, and he'd hoped she'd approach him or someone else. He was the mental health worker assigned to her for the night shift, and he'd let her know earlier that she could come to him if she needed something, and he'd also checked in on her, but it wasn't his job to be too pushy. It was his job to give her space when she needed it, to get her what she needed when she needed it, along with treating all his other assigned patients just the same.

"One of the other patients said something earlier," she told him, pulling on the sleeves of her hoodie that was missing its drawstrings, and looking down at her feet. Her face contorted, features drawing down, one all too familiar for Castiel. Pain. "I-I-I… I didn't want it to bother me, I didn't think it'd bother me. He didn't say it about me. He just said it, and-and—"

"It's okay, it's okay," Castiel soothed, getting to the half-door that was locked and kept the patients from the nurse's station. He unlocked it, and closed it, going out on the floor to be with her. "You seem really distressed. You took your night meds. Hanna gave them to you, right?"

Jessica nodded.

"Okay, do you want something to calm down? I can send a note to the doctor, have him order haldol. It'll be a few minutes. You can hang out here."

"Yeah, yeah, maybe that'd work."

"Alright, just stay here."

Cas went back behind the nurse's station, keeping an eye on Jessica as she waited at the high counter, wiping at her eyes, clearly fighting with something in her head. He sent the proper information to the doctor on-call, and thank god, he got back the prescription he needed. After a quick talk with Hanna, Jessica was given the medicine with some orange juice, and told of the side effects she might have.

To Castiel's relief she went off to bed.

Meg slid her chair over to him, brown hair swishing over her shoulders, teasing smile on her face. Or perhaps that was just her normal smile. It was there even when she wasn't making fun of him.

"Saving a poor, innocent soul, Castiel. You're an angel."

"Not an angel. It's my job."

He swiveled in his chair.

There weren't many other mental health workers that were working the shift, and it was dark on the floor, the halls cast in shadows, the nurse's station lit with an eerie glow.

"You get any real work done tonight?" he asked, though he could see the papers over by her computer were neatly stacked and looked like they'd already been gone through.

"Screw you. I get work done all the time."

"Uh huh. You're too busy telling me Benny's hot."

Speaking of, Benny was walking by now with his clipboard and flashlight, making the rounds. He was doing the patients that needed five minute checks instead of fifteen. Jessica was on that list, even after being there for four days. She had it rough.

"What, that nice Louisiana accent? Doesn't it just sound like sweet, sweet honey to the ears?"

Castiel nodded at Benny as he walked by, though he felt a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. No, he definitely didn't like him in that way. In fact he didn't like him at all. They were professional with each other, courteous, nothing more.

Meg knew that.

That's why she poked.

"So…" Meg began, drawing her seat closer, leaning in, sweet-smelling hair falling onto Castiel's shoulder, "there's gonna be a concert."

Castiel just stared, waiting for her to go on.

"Dean Winchester."

Cas rolled his eyes so hard he rolled his head too, pulling away from her, and getting back to his computer. He had med requests he needed to file with the on-call doctor.

"You're obsessed," he told her, as he shifted through his papers, trying to find the right file so he could input the information into the system. "It's unhealthy."

"That's what I've got a therapist for."

"We all have one," he shot back, finding the paper and layering it on top. He got to work with the system.

"Look, maybe it's a coping skill," she suggested.

"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

They'd had this discussion before. Meg would try to play the card of her obsession being a negative coping skill to combat her daddy issues, which then got her joking about the whole "daddy kink."

They both knew her words were bullshit. There was a psychology behind humans being interested in celebrities, especially when they lived lives so different from their own. But he was sure she had fun making excuses, giving him a go at some banter that he was really getting fed up with. It was always "Dean Winchester this," and "Dean Winchester that," and "oh, look at this photo his manager Crowley posted."

Castiel wasn't actually sure why it bothered him so much. He liked listening to differing interests.

Apparently his computer thought it'd be a great time for him to think about it because the system glitched and kicked him out.

Cas sat back with a sigh, and said: "So negative coping skill. For daddy issues, right?"

"Or something."

"You're drawing on arbitrary inference," he muttered, glaring at his screen.

"Or maybe I'm teasing you. Seriously, he's got good music."

"Sorry, I prefer classic light rock. To me, modern music is so unimaginative and repetitive."

Meg drew herself over, leaning on his shoulder, wavy hair cascading down over him. He was sure this PDA broke a hospital guideline somewhere, but Benny was down the adjacent hall out of sight, and the two nurses on duty were in the back having a late dinner. The janitor didn't pay any mind.

"You haven't listened to a single one of his songs."

"You've shown me."

"You didn't pay attention."

The system rebooted, and it was requesting Castiel to login again.

"Damned computer," he growled, resisting the urge to smack the monitor, see if some light persuasion would make the piece of junk work.

Meg shifted off him, letting him try to get back in the system.

"Come on, you're gonna make a girl go to a concert alone? And there's a deal on the tickets if you buy two."

Now he was just sent to the loading screen.

Castiel looked upwards praying to God or whoever up there felt this was necessary, and let out a huge sigh.

"Why do you insist on torturing me?"

"'Cause you're cute."

Castiel shot her a look. They'd been over this before. There'd been some misplaced, confused feelings from him that had led to a heated kiss, but her feelings seemed genuine. Sometimes he worried it'd ruin their friendship. The flirting made him feel awkward, uncomfortable.

"Okay, when's the concert?"

"Next month."

"Where?"

"Kansas City."

Castiel tilted his head inquisitively, insisting she go on.

"Missouri."

Castiel's computer finally let him back in, and the appropriate forms came up. All blank though, not even any pre-installed information set in. Perfect.

"Alright," he relented, though he knew for sure a concert was not his scene. Castiel was the kind of guy who would rather take walks in parks, go out to eat at little-known restaurants, find mindful activities to do. Concerts, let alone a rock concert put on by the insanely famous Dean Winchester, seemed too overwhelming. But he didn't want Meg going alone. She could handle herself, but as he knew from his job, tragedy was random and went after the tough all too often. "Buy the tickets," he said.

Meg kissed him on the cheek, thanking him, and then he was allowed to return to his work. Before Castiel could start typing in a patient's name, Benny came over to the desk with the checks board.

"Your turn, Castiel."

Holding in a disgruntled sound he accepted it, and left the nurse's station. Work. Work, that's what he needed to do, not get upset over some person he didn't even know.

Castiel breathed in, telling himself, Mindfulness.

He felt the paper beneath his thumb, smelled the powder used to freshen the carpets as the janitor began laying it out near their area of the floor, and then he studied the first patient's name.

Back to work.

A/N: Please let me know what you all think. The first chapter from Dean's POV will most likely be out next week. I'd love your support! 3