Crazy Mind -Destiel-

6- Okay maybe I'm a little crazy

They reach the double-doors at the end of the corridor without an incident. Dean keeps his eyes trained on the floor like Castiel had told him to as nurses hurriedly move around the ward with a serene purposefulness. He pulls his eyes from the highly polished floor for only a second to catch a glimpse of the hallway that stretches beyond, cut into tiny squares by the thin wire in the window panels.

Without pause, Castiel pushes through another set of doors that swing open soundlessly and with ease. Instead of straight walls, the hallway has a curve, disappearing from sight in a hundred meters or so. It's almost suspiciously empty. Every few seconds they pass a different set of doors with a hand-sanitiser dispenser: to oncology, to geriatrics, to maternity, they bypass them all. Dean tries not to think too hard about the guilt building in his chest as they walk past the intensive care unit instead choosing to ignore it and head for psychiatry. He closes his eyes briefly wishing to say goodbye to Sam and making an oath to return.

A draft of air hits Dean's face, warm and with a tincture of bleach as Castiel practically drags him through the hospital, his legs struggling to find the strength to hold him up. Castiel quickly pulls him into a spare room, pushing Dean against the wall and shielding him with his body. A slither of light shines through the door showing him the silhouette of passing nurses but the rest is hidden from him by Castiel's body.

"Cas?" He whispers. "Why are we running? Can't you just, you know, zap us out of here?" He asks, unintentionally grabbing the angel's trench coat and using it as a safety blanket to ground himself. Castiel looks through the small crack in the door before glancing down at Dean. "If I use my grace then they'll know I'm here." He replies, grabbing Dean's hand as another set of nurses walk past the door. "It'll just make things worse."

Dean scowls at the response. "Why the hell are they after me anyway? What have I done to piss them off?" He hisses. Castiel scans Deans face, his mouth opening and closing. For a split second Dean thinks he'll get an answer but the moment the hallway is clear Castiels face turns blank.

Castiel pulls Dean from the darkened room without a word. It's then that Dean realises that being chased is nothing like the movies. In the movies, the stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation yet, in reality, it's far from that. He'd had no time to put on proper clothes or even grab his jacket and instead is obediently following behind Castiel in jogging bottoms, a loose t-shirt and a pair of old socks.

Dean's pulled from his thoughts when suddenly Castiel stops his relentless walking, causing Dean to bump into the back of him. He glances up and quickly realises his mistake. Castiel had told him to keep his mind blank but he had thought of Sam.

Longing, the angels can sense it.

Ahead of them lies magnolia walls, decorated with old black and white photographs of hospital staff- most likely deceased or rocking their nineties in some retirement home. He could fit at least two sets of himself with his arms outstretched across its width and standing at the end of the corridor is the redheaded psychiatrist from before.

Her hands are neatly crossed in front of her, holding her notepad and pen. "Castiel." She says, her face holding the same stiff expression as before. Dean feels Castiel's grip tighten on his wrist as they stand across from the woman. "Naomi." He responds bluntly. She seems to enjoy the response she entices out of Castiel as she grins at him, subtly relaxing her stance. "I must admit I am surprised to see you here. I didn't think clean up was one of your many duties." Naomi says, pointedly glancing at Dean. Her gaze is sharp and cruel, a clouded blue and everything Castiel's gaze isn't.

"My duties have nothing to do with you Naomi, this is wrong and you know it," Castiel answers, trying his best to sound convincing even though he widens his stance, ready to fight. Naomi seems to contemplate his words for a moment but quickly shows her decision as she reaches into her suit jacket and pulls out a large silver blade. "What I know Castiel, is that we have orders. And I intend to follow them."