I'm not Insane

3. Not you to...

Dean didn't know how long he was waiting, but he was guessing he waited about an hour and a half before the door opened. He didn't care who it was. Everyone thought he was crazy. Was he? "Hello Dean" Said a very familiar, a missed voice. Dean sat up, he didn't even realize he was laying down. "Cas" He couldn't stop himself from grinning even if he wanted to. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you, everyone here, everyone...Even Sam thinks I'm insane. Lets get outta here man. We can-" Dean stopped talking the moment he payed enough attention to Cas's reaction. He was frowning, he looked at Dean sadly. "Dean, I really am sorry. With any luck, you'll end up in my institution" He smiles sadly at Dean. Dean looked at Cas, confused. "Cas, no please. Not you to. No, I-I need you Cas" Dean pleaded looking at Cas with watery eyes. Cas didn't say a word, he just watched Dean, looking for any of sign of the Dean he knew, and well...loved. "Dean, I'm sorry. You're lucky Sam is your lawyer though...You should uh...Get cleaned up though."

        Cas passed him a brown paper bag through the bars. Dean took a few steps forward, the shackles on his feet now allowing him to go far. "Cas, you...Please, you have to remember our life together. On the road, you, me, and Sammy" Dean looked in the bag, there was a piece of pie and a burger, along with a few wet naps. "I-I have to go Dean. I am sorry" Castiel shut his eyes and walked away. "Damn you Cas! It's just like you to run away when I need you!" He through the bag of food outside of his cell. Dean paced to try and calm himself down, which only worked him up more. He clenched his fists until his knuckles were white. Dean ran his hands through his hair. He sat back on the partially broken bed and closed his eyes to calm down. All he saw was Sam's disappointed face and Castiel's frown. A sudden flash of anger flushed through Dean. His own damn brother didn't believe him. In his anger Dean punched the cement wall and having broken his hand he screamed out in pain. Sam came rushing in, the door to Dean's cell was unlocked and Sam was about to go in, but was stopped. "It's not a good idea Mr.Winchester sir, I understand he's your brother, but he's in here on multiple accounts of murder, grave desecration, and torture. He is...mentally unstable" The man who stopped Sam said. All though, he was no taller then Cas, he stood in between Sam and Dean. Dean was holding his hand, that was now covered in blood, close to his chest. Another person came into the room. A demon. He walked into the cell, showing off his black eyes. He approached Dean slowly. "Hello Dean, my name is Stanley. I'm a doctor, I need to look at your hand." Stanley slowly reached out for Dean's hand. Dean glared. "Get away from me you black eyed bitch" Dean punched the elderly man, causing him to stumble back. After Dean threw the punch, he was grabbed by the arm by one of the orderlies. "Sammy, don't just stand there. Get some holy water, exorcise them...Do something!" Dean shouted, thrashing trying to escape the grip of the orderly. "Dean, please you have to calm down. Nobodies going to hurt you Dean. Just please, calm down." Sam, without another word. He felt broken that his brother was losing his mind and hallucinating.

Dean eventually calmed down, only because his hand hurt. "Can I see my brother? I need to talk to him" Dean broke the silence that fell upon him, and Trevor, the guard. "I will send him in" Trevor sighed and walked out of the room to send Sam in. "Hey buddy" Sam gave Dean an awkward wave. "Sam, why won't you bust me out? Are you under cover?" Dean asked his brother in an urgent tone of voice. Sam looked at his brother sadly. "Dean, you need to calm down. Your trial starts in forty-five minutes. I need to go over the details with you now. Sit down" Sam sat down on a chair and pulled out a case file Dean didn't notice he was even holding. "Okay now..." Dean interrupted "Dammit Sammy. Come on! We've spent the last TEN years together. I'm not crazy!" Dean had his fists clenched again, ignoring the pain in his left hand. "Dean, I don't know why you think demons are real. But they're not, Neither are vampires, werewolves...any of that Dean. It's all fake." Sam looked at his brother with sad eyes. "Now, calm down, and tell me everything" Dean rolled his eyes and sat down. "Damn you and your puppy dog eyes" He mumbled, barely loud enough for his little brother to hear.

~A/N~ Okay, it's going to take a little bit before it actually gets going and sorry for the chapters being weird or what ever...Point is, I know it's taking a while. Destiel will happen, maybe a little Sabriel...I don't know. I'd appreciate feed back though. Comments and stuff like that.