"Castiel, I asked you a question," the woman said commandingly. Cas had been escorted to a large room, left to sit on a couch. The woman across from him sat in a stiff wooden armchair. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and, much like the other nurses, she wasn't taking any crap.

"Who are you? You're not my regular doctor. What gives you the right to talk to me?" Cas asked, stalling for time.

"Castiel, I'm the supervisor here, which means I can and should get to know all my patients. Now, tell me, what did you see this time?"

Castiel buried his head in his hands. There were times when the two realities he experienced were grating, confusing. Not something he wanted to discuss with a complete stranger.

"Look, your family is paying us good money to get you better. Don't you want-"

"I didn't see anything," Cas said, pulling his head from his hands.

"Castiel, we both know that's not true," the woman said, interlacing her fingers and leaning forwards.

Defiantly, he crossed his arms.

"Listen," said the woman, standing, "If you don't want to help yourself, we have ways of helping." She walked across the room and opened a cabinet door, pulling out a bottle of pills. As she returned to her chair, she rattled them every so often. Medication. Cas had only heard rumors of what happened to patients who had to go on regular medication. At best it resulted in solitary confinement.

"No." Cas replied, turning his head away. He was not the type to be bullied, in this world or the other one.

There was a pause as the woman narrowed her eyes. Slowly, she stood, placing the bottle of pills onto a nearby desk and walking until she towered above Castiel. As he looked up, she smiled viciously.

"According to your file, you've been showing an unusual amount of interest in a certain patient."

Cas's heart jumped. Dean.

"Now, making friends is good, but-"

"What?" he asked, dreading the response.

"But," she continued, "With you becoming relatively unstable, you're becoming more and more of a danger. This obsessive behavior could lead to tragedy, so action will have to be made towards distancing the two of you."

No. Dean was Castiel's only link to his dreams. Cas bit his cheek as he tried to think of a way out. He came up empty. "What do you want?" Cas asked, defeated.

"You are going to tell me about your dreams," the woman replied with a smile, "All of them. Even the ones you don't report to your nurses."

"But...Meg," Cas said. He had grown to enjoy Meg's company, even trust her, to some extent.

"Meg will still be your nurse. Think of me as more of the head nurse in this situation."

"If I do this," Cas said, heart sinking, "At least let me know your name."

"You can call me Doctor Naomi," she replied, her voice tinged with victory.