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Credit to rnl1993 for betaing! thank you x

"DEAN?"

Sam desperately shouted as he saw his brother lying on the floor bloodied and badly bruised, with a vamp about to feed of him. Sam ran towards them and with one strong blow of his machete the vampires head came clean off. This isn't what interested Sam, it was Dean. He looked hurt, really hurt. Shouting and shaking him were both unsuccessful. Sam didn't know what else to do.

"Cas?" Sam called to the angel turning his head to look for the other man.

Within seconds Cas was kneeling by a distraught Sam peering at an unconscious Dean, Cas too looking worried and upset at the sight of Dean looking so helpless and vulnerable. Sam checked Dean's pulse; it was beating, but barley.

"Fix him Cas."

"Sam you know I can't."

"Well do something!" Sam said in a frustrated tone.

Cas nodded and placed his hand over Deans forehead, closed his eyes and concentrated hard "It's strange…I can't read him….it's just blank…where ever he is I can't reach him, but he's alive, he's safe." Castiel finally said after re-opening his eyes.

"Can't reach him, what the fuck Cas? I thought you were always going around inside his head!"

Castiel was getting annoyed; he was trying his best and was worried about Dean too. Cas was still new with emotions but he knew enough to know when humans feel pain they tend to get angry, so let the frustration out with a heavy sigh.

"It's like something is blocking my view."

"Great angel you are." Sam muttered sarcastically.

Sam didn't mean to lash out at Cas so much. Thankfully Cas was getting better at understanding and within a blink of Sam's eyes they were back in the motel room. Cas gently putting a pillow under Dean's purple puffy face. The fact that he also ran his fingers through Dean short sandy hair, as the angel closely examined his injuries did not go unnoticed by Sam. Sam just stared at Cas' actions, the soft gentle way he careful touched Dean, being careful not to cause him more pain, Cas really did care for Dean; and it struck him just how much. Sam thought that 'angels do make pretty good…friends' he settled on friends. Dean and Cas' friendship, relationship, well connection was complex at the best of times. Sam went to sit on the bed and stared to attend to Deans injuries.

"Sam you're hurt." Castiel told him looking at Sam's ripped shirt which revealed a bloodied torso underneath

"Cas I'm fine." Sam immediately said as he refused to stop his work on Dean to examine Cas' accusation. To prove his point Cas bent down and thrusted a finger into Sam's side, who kneeled over from the pain of the angels touch.

"What the hell!" Sam shouted through the pain, shocked and angered at what Cas did.

"Sam you're hurt." Castiel stated again.

"I KNOW! I heard you the first god damn time." Sam bit back angrily.

"Attend to yourself first Sam."

"No, I heard you the first time and I choose to ignore you."

Sam's devotion to Dean was undeniable but if Sam didn't look after himself he would be able to look after Dean

"Sam."

Cas was deadly serious but unfortunately so was Sam; he was not prepared to leave Dean's injuries to attend to his 'flesh wound'. Cas was standing over him staring straight into his eyes this made Sam weary but not cave in as he stared straight back. The battle of wills finished when Cas touched Sam on the shoulder. Sam instantly fell down and slept like a baby. Castiel picked him up with the ease of one who looked much stronger than him and placed him on the free bed. After stitching Sam up and making him comfortable. Cas turned back to Dean, his heart saddened at the sight of the elder Winchester so silent and still. Cas crouched so his and Deans faces were inches apart. They had never been this close without a lecture on personal space. Cas' eyes scanned Dean's face he really was beautiful bruises and all. Cas' slender fingers cradled Dean's masculine jaw line, Cas slowly moved into Dean so his lips were brushing against Dean's hair and gazing his ear lobe as Cas softly pleaded to the unconscious hunter.

"Wake up Dean, please wake up."

With the sensation of extreme falling Dean shot up with a curious adrenaline rush. His movement to sit up was in vain as he was pulled down to his back again. Dean was now very aware of his surroundings; he was in a white, bare, cold room on an old rickety metal framed bed. His wrists and ankles were buckled with brown leather straps that were attached to the bed. The last thing Dean could remember was somehow an ugly ass vampire had him up against the wall. Dean could feel a slight tingle over where his bruises should be and a faint taste iron in his mouth from the blood that he was chocking on, but there was neither wound nor blemish or scar any where over his arms, which was all he could see as he was wearing strange pajama like clothing. His head was splitting but not one feature was numb and as far he could see nothing was swollen. This was not what he expected after that beating. Dean was expecting to feel like crap and look like shit, he was expecting to put on a brave face and making jokes whilst wanting to cry, well the latter was still the same.

"What the hell!" Dean said to himself whilst pulling at the restraints

"WHAT THE HELL!" He shouted to the rest of the room whilst violently shaking his wrists pulling at the straps that held him but he was fighting a losing battle. When Dean realized this and stopped he was out of breath and panting heavily

"Sammy! Help me Sammy!" he yelled loudly hoping his brother was nearby and would hear him.

At this the door opened, Deans heart leapt after looking at his current situation he didn't bother hoping it was something good that was about to come through the door. What did, wasn't bad well evil, just surreal and weird. A man around Dean's height, he looked physically weaker that Dean, so he concluded if it came to it he could take him. He had brown eyes and shaggy sandy hair; he was wearing a white coat and name badge. Dean didn't need to read it;

"GABRIEL!" Dean yelled furiously.

"Hello Dean" the Gabriel look alike said calmly.

"Is this one or your stupid fucking message situations!"

"Dean, welcome back, my name is Doctor Guy Weston; you're at St. Mary's psychiatric hospital."

Dean wasn't even listening this was the trickster/angel in hiding; he was not going to listen to one word this lying son of a bitch has to say. But he still persisted

"Dean, I know you don't believe me and I know why. You think I am some sort of angel pretending to be demi-god, well I'm not. I'm head of this ward. And this is the 37th time we have had this convocation. But, it's only the 10th were you think I'm someone from your reality, so at least I'm making an impression on your subconscious."

The man stopped talking and looked at Dean, waiting for him to process. Unfortunately he could tell well he knew after all those times how he was going to respond.

"You're fucking crazy Gabe, I'm not getting what I'm supposed to be learning here, so now take me back to Sam and Castiel, now."

"I'm glad you mentioned them, Sam will be were on Wednesday as per usual and Jimmy, he will be here in an hour, he has been waiting for you to wake up."

Dean was now fully listening. This man looked exactly like Gabriel but more serious and not so much fun, as it this occurred to Dean, he couldn't believe he thought it, but he would prefer the usual Gabriel, instead of this, Dean settled on shape shifter. It must be what else could it be?

"Before Jimmy gets here, you should be caught up; I know from experience its best not to be in the same room, so here this is all you need to know."

Knowing Dean wouldn't take it he placed it next to him on the bed. Two men came in to held him down, whilst the doctor undid his restraints,

"Wow, you jerks really don't trust me here do you?"

Dean joked, but the precaution it was fair enough really, if he could he would take them all down and make a run for it, they must know him. When they left Dean sat up, he went straight to the small square mirror on the wall to check his face. It was perfectly normal; Dean was stumped as for an explanation. Cas would fix him in a heartbeat but he couldn't it was impossible so, who? What? After pacing the room and banging on the door as few times he realized it was useless.

Returning to the bed he picked up the package and opened it. Dean's eyes instantly widened and the sight of what was inside. Dean's eyes started stinging and the words on the assorted papers, photos, pictures and the cassettes became blurry. Dean's heart sank but still ended up in his throat as he began to read.