Just A Broken Man

Worrying

Cas woke up the next morning and slowly slipped his hand away, getting up to get coffee. When Cas got back Dean was still asleep but humming the tune that he sang to Cas in his sleep as well.

Cas sipped his coffee a sighed softly, watching Dean. All the sudden Dean started shaking his head. "Cas, no. What were you doing? Cas..Cas stop." He was having a dream about Cas leaving him and stabbing him again, but not like what happened, like him attacking Dean.

Cas furrowed his brows and gently shook his arm. "Dean? Dean what's wrong...?"

Dean was still talking in his sleep. "Cas, please, put the glass down.. Please don't hurt me.. I love you.."

Cas swallowed and squeezed his arm. "Dean wake up."

Dean shot up straight and started crying. "..Cas.."

He drew back. "Dean, what's wrong..?"

"You were..were.. gonna attack-k m-m..me.. cornered me.." Dean looked down and just cried.

Cas looked at Dean and pulled him into a hug. "No I'm sorry- I was never going to do that, I panicked-I'm sorry." He rambled.

Dean just let Cas hold him as he tried to stop crying. "I was never gonna hurt you, the knife was for show. I got you pie.." Dean choked up a sob, but tried his best to stop crying.

His chest grew heavy, murmuring another 'I'm sorry.' "I didn't know, you were angry when we broke up and then I saw the knife..."

"The voices said to hurt you but I didn't listen.. wasn't right.. All my fault.." Dean hugged Cas tightly.

Cas sighed, blinking his tears away. "I'm sorry I hurt you..."

"Not your fault..my fault.." Dean sighed finally calming down. "Tell Sam..it's best.." Dean hated that place bit one voice spoke up and said it was the right thing.

"What's best?" Cas furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Me in the bad hospital.." Dean looked down. He really really didn't wanna go back. Cas didn't even know about the first time.

"What do you mean... The bad hospital..? Like a mental facility?"

Dean closed his eyes tight when he heard the word mental. That's exactly what Dean was trying to explain without using that word. "I don't wanna go back again..."

Cas nodded slowly. "If it helps... I won't tell anyone about it."

"Cas, I know you.. Yes you will sooner or later; you have to..." Dean took a deep breath and curled up as he layed back down. "You have to tell Sam.." Dean then mumbled which wasn't that audible but Cas could hear. "...I can't go back again..."

Cas shook his head. "I'm not sending you there Dean."

"Then what am I supposed to do..? I clearly can't do anything right.." Dean stayed curled up still, bit was face to face with Cas.

"That's not true.. You're a good brother, not to mention good baker and friend."

Dean looked away at the word friend. He didn't wanna be just friends with Cas. He loved Cas. "What am I supposed to do now..?"

"It's up to you.." He sighed softly. "I took care of the bill and I'll drive you back home. I recommend getting a therapist to help."

"I wanna go home.." Dean said in a soft voice. "I wanna go home Cas.." Dean frowned. That was the only place he could think of, except when he said home he actually meant Cas' home.

Cas nodded and checked his watch. "I'll see I can you drive you home today." Dean nodded and layed down as Cas went to ask if he could leave. Dean fell asleep as Cas was gone.