"Who are they?" Cas asked, nodding his head towards the wing to his left. A few patients were being escorted down the hall by nurses, but none he'd ever met before. Castiel was being escorted as well. Meeting with Naomi completed, Meg was to direct him back to his assigned areas.

"They're the high security patients," Meg replied.

Cas slowed to watch, curious. So this was where the heavily medicated patients went. He'd heard rumors. Rumors from people struggling with mental ailments including schizophrenia, multiple personalities and dementia, but still. The rumors had to come from somewhere.

"Come on," Meg said, "We don't want to upset any of them."

Cas nodded, vacantly, still standing and watching. He was getting the same nudges of deja vu that occurred when he was in the presence of Dean. But what was so important about this place?

"Castiel, do I need to ask again?" Meg asked, an edge of irritation in her voice.

"No, I-" Cas turned to leave, but a patient caught his eye. It was a man, very tall, with long, tangled hair. He turned, giving Cas a glimpse of his face. Memories flooded Castiel's mind and the name tumbled from his mouth before he was aware he was speaking. "Sam?"

It had come out louder than Cas expected. Sam jumped, looking at Cas. Upon closer examination, Cas could see Sam's face was gaunt and dark circles ringed his eyes, which widened as he gazed at Cas with wonder. "C-Cas?" he asked, quietly. Sam then groaned in pain and clutched his head, knees buckling as he dropped to the ground. His back arched in pain as his nurse, a redhead whom Cas had never encountered before, knelt down at his side.

"Sam," she said calmly, patting his back, "It's going to be alright." The nurse looked up, making eye contact with Meg. "It looks like your patient was a trigger. I'm going to have to ask-"

"I'm so sorry about all this," Meg said, putting a hand to Castiel's shoulder and pushing him forward, "He wasn't supposed to be here anyway." With that, she gave Cas a glare.

Cas, not knowing what to do, allowed himself to be lead back down the hall. Memories were flitting through his mind, like tiny snapshots.

Sam, approaching him with an eager hand outstretched.

Night. Sam and Dean. Together in a car speeding down an empty road.

Sam. A field. A snap of a finger and then red.

Cas gritted his teeth as the barrage of memories clogged his consciousness. He. Would. Not. Pass. Out. Not again. He took instead to clenching and unclenching his fists and trying to sort through it all. They were all connected, that much Cas knew for sure. Him. Sam. Dean. There was something that tied them all together.

"You OK?"

Cas' reverie was cut off. "Did I pass out again?" Blinking, he took in the familiar setting of his room. Odd. He really had been lost to reality.

"No," Meg said, giving him an odd look, "But you did seem a bit out of it. Did you know that guy?"

"Never met him before," Cas muttered. He passed Meg through the doorway and sat on his threadbare bed, burying his head in his hands not unlike Sam had done.

"C'mon, Clarence. I know when you're lying," Meg said snarkily. Castiel's head shot up, watching her march into the room, arms crossed, curls bouncing. Her small frame towered over his own.

"W-what did you just call me?" he asked.

"Nothing," Meg said, confused. Cas blinked. Meg was still across the room, still leaning worriedly against the doorframe. "Castiel, do we need to get you any medication?"

"No!" Cas exclaimed hastily, standing from the bed. He wobbled, slightly. "No, I'm just...tired."

"Enough of this crap!" Meg exclaimed, angrily, "You've been getting worse for days now."

"Please, just one more night?" Cas begged. "I want to feel like myself." He couldn't think straight with the medications, it made his head foggy. Of course, now he wasn't even sure if he was thinking straight without the meds.

Meg folded her arms, gazing at Cas intently. "Fine," she said, quietly. "But if this happens again-"

"I know." Cas interrupted.

Meg nodded. "Dinner's at 7," she said, turning to leave and closing the door behind her. Cas, alone in his bare room, shivered, wishing (strangely) for a trench coat to keep him warm. It seemed every time he thought the world was starting to make sense, something else happened. All Cas knew for sure was that as time went on, he was losing grip on what was real. He needed answers. Fast.