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Supernatural AU: Destiel -The Patient

So I was reading a book by the wonderful CasDesDean and I really liked the idea of what it was so I altered it slightly with the permission of the wonderful author and hey presto, a wild one shot appears.

"This will be your final case."

"For the love of the poor God above, why won't you people understand the simple two lettered word named no?"

"Mr Winchester, we know you are upset due to your previous patient, but please, you are the only person who is equipped well enough to handle this type of patient."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, knitting his eyebrows together.

"Meaning, he has the same problem that your last patient had."

"So you want me to care for a patient who has the same problem my brother's late soon to be husband had? The same condition in which I couldn't help overcome resulting in Gabriel's death? No thank you."

"Please, Mr Winchester, think about it."

Dean sighs and takes a deep breath, not knowing why in mighty hell he would even think about going back there. Putting himself through that again.

"No need, I've already made up my mind." He says, his voice deep and thick with emotion he refuses to show. "I'll do it."

* * *

"Another patient, huh?"

"You chose law, I chose crazies now come on."

"It isn't nice to call them that."

"I know, Sam, I was trying to distract myself."

"So explain to me why I'm here again?"

The older Winchester rolls his eyes and opens the doors of Eichen House mental health facility. Dean gives a tight smile as signs himself and Sam in and wait for the currently assigned doctor to lead him to my new and final patient.

"Because, Sammy, I won't be able to go through this alone." Dean tells him truthfully, letting his macho man shield fall just the slightest bit.

"And you never will," the younger brother reassures him, putting a steady hand on his shoulder to show him that he would always be there.

"Thanks Sammy,"

"What are brothers for?"

"Making sandwiches."

"I thought that was most of the girls you have flings with."

"No sandwiches are better than the ones made with the Winchester hands my dear boy."

"Don't say that, you sound like dad."

"You trying to tell me something there, Sammy?"

"Yeah, you're old."

The green-eyes boy rolls his eyes and notices a nurse with her blonde hair stuck up in a tight yet still messy bun with two ringlets of hair framing her face. She smiles at Dean briefly but her eyes linger on Sam. Go figure. Her name tag read Jessica.

"Come this way, Mr Winchester, Castiel is in his room."

The Winchesters follow her and the name of the next patient rolls around on Dean's tongue. What an unusual name. Unique. He finds himself wondering what it sounds like when he says it? Is his voice silky soft and as gentle as a mother with her newborn? That was a fucking weird description even for Dean Winchester.

"Here's in there, thank you, Mr Winchester."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean replies, rolling his eyes.

He steps into the White room in which had writing in blue crayon all over the walls. Dean read a few lines and instantly became confused, some where lines and testaments from the bible, and others were Adele and some other lyrics.