Crazy Mind -Destiel-

5- I'm definitely not crazy

On the fourth week, the doctors moved Sam and Dean into the room on the floor above. It's spacious, bright and private with a large window opposite the door that overlooks the city beneath it.

Dean had been so excited that he chose to forget about his worries for a few moments to describe the view to Sam, the colours, the array of oranges and reds in the morning and the wave of blacks and purples at night. During the days when he's got nothing to do he describes the blue. He flicks through page after page and searches picture after picture to describe it, and even though he won't admit it, something stings in his chest when he doesn't find the right one. Because all the different blues they remind him of Castiel, keep his image fresh in Dean's mind almost like a safety blanket to keep him stable but it never comforts him for long. The angel is either a mystery or an illusion. He's something that has the ability to make Dean want nothing to do with him and at the same time want nothing but to see him. It angers Dean. He's known Castiel for a week and the angel nearly killed him the first day and lied to him, destroyed his last hope for Sam to recover as quickly as he has. And yet Dean already trusts him again, he's actively searched for him. The angel is definitely a mystery and one Dean intends to solve.

...

He hasn't seen Castiel in a week but sometimes he feels him. He hears him helping him but the angel never stays around long enough for Dean to be sure. So that's when he decides to try a new plan, one to get the angels attention. Every time he hears Castiel, every time he senses him telling Dean what to do he ignores it and does the opposite.

If he tells him to eat he will refuse, if he tells him to sleep he will stay up if he tells him to go one way Dean will go the other. This continued for two and a half days constantly going against his better judgement and ignoring the secondary voice in his head until one day Dean slips in the hallway after Castiel tells him to go the other way and lands on his wrist. The pain was nothing compared to the shock when he felt Castiel's presence. It was pure anger, nothing short of erratic and by the time Dean was back in his room with his new cast he felt as if he'd received the scolding of a lifetime.

...

"You doing okay kid?"

Dean glances up from his bed and smiles. "I guess I can't complain." He says. "But if you could do something about how itchy this cast is, it'd be a real help Missouri." The nurse chuckles, flashing bright white teeth that contrast against her dark skin. She sets down the tray of food she was holding and holds out her hand. "Let me have a look." Dean extends his arm and lets her feel her way from his elbow to his fingertips, wincing as she touches his forearm. The light flickers. Dean watches it suspiciously, tensely grasping the bed sheets with his spare hand.

Castiel?

"So you can feel him too, huh?"

Dean freezes. What. He snaps his attention back to Missouri, carefully pulling his arm out of her reach. She chuckles softly and steps back. "He's a difficult one alright." She says gesturing to the flickering light as she opens and prepares Dean's food in front of him. "More possessive than he has the right to be that one." Dean stares at her in utter disbelief. She can see him as well, it's not just him. He glances towards the light again. That means he's here, he's watching. Dean laughs weakly so unbelievably relieved and turns back to the nurse "I-" But she's already leaving, walking out of the door and away from him. What if Cas leaves too? "Wait! Wait!" He calls after her and pushes the tray out of his way so that he can stand up.

A glass of water wobbles and falls from the tray, heading for the floor. Instinctively Dean reaches out to grab it but the glass is just out of his reach. Until suddenly it stops, it freezes in midair and everything else freezes with it. He can no longer hear the continuous beating of Sam's heartbeat monitor or the tweeting of the bird's nest on the roof.