Dead or Alive [Supernatural]

This isn't a good doctor story

(Sorcha's pov.)

Castiel had more power than I thought, he brought me to an hospital in harmony. The nurses make me nervous, as they look at me. I understand that, of course, I would also be shocked if a wild strange, totally overtired, girl in crumpled Sportswear and without shoes, just out of nowhere stands alone in the corridor. Where was Castiel anyway?! I do what every normal person does in a situation like this; nervous smiling. I stare into the empty and whisper quiet "Castiel, are you there?" Then I can hear him breathing behind me. I turn around. The powerful, Ex-Angel or whatever is staring at me. He looks empty on my left arm, which is scarred by small carves that I have scratched myself day after day for years in the arm. "Against who did you fought, Sorcha?", he does not look up as he asks. "I fought against myself and against, my..em how did you called it 'Visions'? And I lost this fight", I'm trying to sound strong, I feel stronger too since we arrived here, maybe it's because of Dean. Even Castiel has finally made me look into his eyes, as if he could read my mind. "We should go.", he says with his cold voice.

(Castiel's pov.)

Whatever happened to her left arm, it hurts she. I don't understand what she meant with 'I fought against myself'. Did she hurt herself? No, why should she do that? I can understand that her visions tormenting her, they always do. All prophets suffer because of they're visions. And being Dean's guardian Angel is certainly not easy, as often as he hurts himself. I'm worried about her, not just because of the scars on her arm. Crowley, The king of hell has his eye on her. But now is only Dean important! "Follow me", I say and go ahead in the direction of the room, where Dean is laying.