A longer chapter this time. As the review from squidgy suggested, I have gone into more Dean detail this chapter. I was planning on adding it a bit later, but you were right and it all kinda flowed out, haha… I wasn't even fully sure about his story before now but here we are :D I really hope you enjoy it! Please leave a review xxx

Chapter 3

Dean sighed deeply and pulled up a seat next to Castiel, complete with a bowl of Cornflakes in hand.

"Hello Dean." Castiel did not look at all surprised that Dean's escape attempt had failed.

"Hey Cas. I guess you knew this would happen."

"Yes, no one ever gets out of here."

"I will, that nurse just appeared out of nowhere, but next time I will get the hell out of this godforsaken place!"

"Don't blaspheme Dean, blasphemy is a sin." Dean was about to tell Cas that blasphemy could stick it, but he didn't want to loose his only friend in this place so he bit back his retort.

"Do you want to do something today? I have a game of snakes and ladders if you like. My brother bought it for me during his last visit."

"Can't I'm in solitary after breakfast, Meg says I need to learn the rules, it will be good in the long run Dean, you must understand that all of this is for your own benefit." Dean's voice took on a high, sarcastic tone at the end of the sentence and he crunched down angrily on his cornflakes, crunching them with far more vigor than Cas deemed necessary. Not that he had ever eaten Cornflakes.

"So, when was your last visit from your brother, Cas?"

"Three years ago."

"Oh, right."

"He's just busy. I don't mind, you get used to it after a while. Anyway, I quite like being on my own." Busy, more like he's a jerk!

"Don't you miss him?"

"Yes." Cas looked away from Dean, his face completely void of any expression and to Dean it was clear he had shut down.

He was about to offer Castiel some words of comfort when a nurse came over, smiling apologetically when she informed him that he had to go to the 'reflection room. '

"Seya Cas." Castiel did not respond. Great! This is just fan-bloody-tastic!

Dean followed the nurse, grumbling under his breath the whole way and downright shouting when he was guided into a white and had the door shut behind him.

"Hey, LET ME THE HELL OUT! YOU NEVER SAID YOU WERE LOCKIGN ME IN. LET ME OUT! HEY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, LET ME OUT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK YOUR SORRY ASSES!" Dean completely flipped, punching the wall until his knuckles were bruised.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE!" Dean gave up after an hour, curling up in the corner of the room, wrapping his hands over his head and trying to fight the rising panic. He couldn't believe this was happening all over again, it was bad enough being trapped in this institute, but being locked up in a room, he couldn't take it any more.

Dean's throat began to burn and his eyes were watering, but Dean could do nothing about it. No matter how many times he swallowed hard, the lump in his throat would not leave him be and soon tears were pouring out of his eyes.

He couldn't let this happen to him again, he had promised himself that he would never end up in a situation like this again. He needed to get out.

Dean stood again and resumed pummeling the door, he would have punched the wall in but it was covered in foam to ensure that no patient could hurt themselves.

"LET MEOUT."

Nothing.

"PLEASE, LET ME OUT. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. SAM! SAMMY, LET ME OUT. SAAAAAAAM!" Dean's cries became more and more desperate until he found himself collapsing to the ground, and retching up his cornflakes all over the floor, clutching his stomach and immediately resuming his calls to Sammy as soon as he had control of his throat.

"SAM!" Oh God, Dean had to get to Sam, he didn't know where his little brother was, he could be being hurt right now. He could already be hurt, and Dean could not go and rescue him.

Suddenly Dean was seven again, bleeding on the floor with two broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a bloody nose. You could forget a black eye, the whole side of his face was a wash of purple and blue bruising and he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe, let alone stand. And even if he could, he was locked into the box room. It was the only room in the house without a window to escape out of. Dean had checked.

It wasn't the first time, since their Mum had died, that Dean had been locked in the room multiple times for misbehaving, or because his Dad was drunk, or both, but this time was worse. He could hear his three year old baby brother wailing in the next room and although Dean didn't know that his Dad was hurting his baby brother, he couldn't help but worry. John had never crossed that line before, it was always Dean that bore the brunt of his anger, but fear of the unknown was crushing him even more than his Dad's boot had.

Dean struggled to breath, pummeling against the door to the box room until his vision blacked out and he fainted from a combination of pain and fear.

"Dean, Ok, Dean? Can you hear me Dean? I need you to calm down, it's alright, we're going to get you out. Can you breathe into this for me? Dean, can you hear me, just nod your head sweetie." Dean found himself being lifted up by the arms and tried to support himself, but his legs wouldn't cooperate and he found himself crashing to the ground again.

When he finally gained his breath back Dean let out a choked whimper and mumbled for his brother under his breath.

"Pardon sweetie?"

"Sammy. I-I need Sammy. I need to talk to him, he might be hurt, and I need to help him."

"Ok Dean, just breathe, try and calm down, you don't have to go back in there, I promise."

"Sammy."

"Your brother is fine Dean, don't worry, I'll call him right now and see if he can come over."

"T-thanks." Dean continued to sit on the floor but when a hand was extended to him e grabbed it, determined not to look weak any more. He was a hunter. Nothing could hurt him anymore. Especially not his dad, or the doctor who was lifting him up and speaking in a low, reassuring voice.

Dean forced a smile onto his face and wiped his eyes, allowing himself to be led into the doctor's office and settling down into a plush white seat.

"Dean, biscuit?"

"What? No, do I look like I want a freakin biscuit. I want a friggin get out of jail free card, can't you just let me the hell out of here. "

"You know I can't do that Dean, you need our help, but I am here if you need to talk."

"Yeah, well you can stick your chick flick crap back where it came from. And even if I did want to talk, you are the last person on Earth I would talk to!"

"Dean, you have to understand, I am only trying to help. Do you want to talk about earlier, how you reacted to being confined?"

"Nope."

"What about how you are feeling?"

"Nope."

"Maybe about your relationship with your younger brother, when I met him he seemed to be very concerned about your breakdown."

"I am not friggin broken. What the hell do you want from me, a bouquet of roses, maybe some Mozart, we can do the waltz if you like and then make sweet, sweet love on the beach, in the sunset?! Cos no offence, but I'm as straight as a die." And you're fugly!

"Dean." The doctor's voice took on a warning tone. "It is all very well taking on a macho attitude, but if you ever need to talk."

Dean stood abruptly and stormed out of the office, slamming the door in the doc's face and storming to Castiel's room. He couldn't quite understand how he ended up banging on his friend's door, but he was relieved when Castiel opened the door.

"Dean, I thought you were in solitary."

"Yeah, well I busted out."

"Oh. Come in." Dean did so, not failing to notice how plain Cas' room was, especially for someone who had been here for over three years. The walls were cream; there wasn't a single picture, photo, piece of artwork. Not even a freakin teddy or something. Nothing. Nada. Even the blanket was beige, the same shade as Castiel's trench coat. Speaking of which, Cas was still wearing it. Didn't he ever wash the thing?

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"Do you want to play sorry?" Castiel reached under his bed and pulled out one of the many board games he had stored under his bed.

"Sure." Dean chose the green pieces, Cas the blue and they began to play in companionable silence, that was until there was a knock on the door.

Cas stood and opened it, pulling away when a different nurse, blonde this time, came into the room.

"Ah, Dean, they said I might find you here. You have a visitor."

"Sammy?"

"Yes." Dean sprung to his feet, knocking the board game to the floor and hurrying to the door before turning to Cas.

"Uh, sorry, it's my brother, I-"

"I understand Dean." Cas knelt down and began picking up the counters, his face taking on the blank, stoic expression that occurred when he was distressed or upset.

"Sorry." Castiel didn't reply.

But Sam was here, so he turned his back on the man in the trench coat and half ran, half jogged into the reception.

"Sammy! Oh god, you're ok. I thought-I thought you'd bee hurt hunting."

"Dean." Sam sounded as if he was trying to suppress his emotions but somewhere in his tone Dean could hear love…no…anger.

"Sam? What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, we've talked about this. I wasn't hunting Dean, I was in no danger."

"Oh, yeah, of course not." Dean smiled softly, Sam didn't want the pretty receptionist or the doctor to overhear their conversation. Those Stanford brains again!

"Wanna go for lunch? Five star the cuisine here." Sam gave a small grin, the sarcasm; it was almost like having his old De back. The brother who kept him on the straight and narrow, raised him, stood between him and his Dad, no matter how much pain he was in. It was all my fault, I'm sorry Dean, I should have helped you.

Sam followed Dean into the canteen, grabbed a coke from a vending machine and sank into the chair next to his brother, who was leaning in to talk to him.

"So, did you get it?"

"What Dean?" Don't get exasperated, it's not his fault.

"The Wendigo, did you catch it? Kill it?" Dean took on a low voice, staring around to check that no one was listening in.

"Dean, there was no Wendigo."

"Sam, it's fine, no ones listening. You can tell me the truth here."

"Dean, there is no such thing as a Wendigo, it's all in your head De. It's not real."

"Sam!" Dean punched the table hard, frustration sparking, his eyes alive with a mix of fear and anger.

"Dean please, you have to listen."

"No, you listen Sammy, I know you wee on a hunt. You called my other, other mobile. Remember? The other night, you told me about a hunt that Bobby found for you."

"No, Dean. I didn't. I haven't called yet, it has only been a few days. I was leaving you to settle in."

"You did!"

"No Dean, you don't have a mobile, let alone multiple mobiles. The nurse took yours away so they could monitor your contact with others and your behavior."

"No, you definitely called. Bobby was at the cabin, doing research. Don't lie to me Sammy."

"No Dean, Bobby is the manager of Singer Enterprises, manufacturing car parts …remember?"

"But…the Wendigo?"

"No Dean, Mr Wendigo, your old boss. Skinny, tall, pale, gangly looking. He fired you Dean, from the local mechanics, remember? That's why you're here Dean. You had a breakdown Dean, all of the stress, it was too much."

"You turned him into a monster in your mind to try and make sense of things, but he isn't. He's just a man, Dean. Please. Remember what the psychiatrist said? He said it was your minds coping mechanism. That's why you had trouble with Lisa, you were scared Dean. But its not your fault. You'll get better. You just need to remember."

"YOU'RE LYING!"

"No I'm not. Dean, you're sick. But I'm gonna get you better. I promise."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm fine."

"Yeah you do, you're scared Dean. And I understand, but you have to put this behind you. I know part of you knows this hunting thing is crap, and you have to start giving a damn."

"Sam, please." Dean ran his hand through his short hair and rubbed at his eyes, trying to scrub the frustration away.

"Don't Sam me like that. I need you to snap out of this Dean, I love you, but there is nothing I can do for you if you aren't prepared to help yourself."

"Don't you go all damn puppy eyed on me. You're not Sam; Sam wouldn't lie and say those things."

"Dean, I am real. I promise." Sam moved round and placed a hand on his brother's knee, but Dean just jerked away.

"Please Dean, I need you to be my brother again cos, just cos."

"I'm fine."

"Dean, you need to stop. This strong silent thing of yours, its crap."

"Back off, just cos I'm not caring and sharing…"

"Don't give me your flowers and rainbows rant. Listen I'm your brother, I just want to make sure your ok."

"I'm ok. I'm ok. OK. I swear the next person who asks if I'm gonna be ok, I'm gonna start throwing punches."

"Don't joke about that Dean." Sam sighed and wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders, tightening his grip when Dean tried to pull away and pulling his older brother into a tight hug. Dean struggled a little for show, but slumped down and gave in, wrapping his arms around his little brother and burying his head into Sam's neck for just a moment.

He wasn't being sappy; he was just resting for a few seconds.

"Sam, when can I get out of here, man? I don't want to stay here any more. This place is driving me nuts."

"When the nurses say you are better."

"Please Sam."

"No, just grin and bear it for a few more weeks. Please." Dean pulled away angrily and stormed out of the room, leaving Sam with an overwhelming feeling of guilt and a luke-warm can of coke.

I had to, Dean. I had to look after you. You sacrificed everything for me, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I love you Dean, but I had to do this. You will get better soon, you always pull through.

So, a longer chapter this time. I really hope you enjoyed this, if you did please leave a review. I had a really crappy couple of days when writing this and reviews really do cheer me up.

Also, feel free to leave me any suggestions of plot that you would like to read.

See you soon xxx