"No," Dean wheezed. "I'm not doing this anymore."

"Pick up the knife, Dean."

He shook his head and dropped the blade, it clinked against the stone floor and the man on the table flinched. "I can't. He doesn't know anything."

Alistair put a scalpel in Dean's hand and squeezed his finer tight around the instrument. Then he pulled Dean's hand towards his victim, pressing its sharp end into his already bloody neck. "You just haven't dug deep enough."

With a quick hand Alastair jabbed the scalpel into his neck. The man screamed and writhed, blood gushed out in a thick lob and stained Dean's hand. Dean struggled with Alistair and tried to free his hand but Alistair's grip was strong and he refused to let go. Over and over Alistair forced his hand down and stabbed the man while he begged them just to kill him.

Dean thrashed while trying to throw invisible hands off of him. He threw the blankets off and attempted to wipe the blood off his skin. But it was everywhere. On his hands, his chest, he could even taste it on his lips.

"Another nightmare?" Dean jumped and looked over his shoulder at Leviathan who laid beside him on the bed. Leviathan dug his elbow into the mattress and propped up his chin on his hand. "It is almost impossible to sleep with the way you toss and turn all night."

"What?" Dean asked dumbly. He looked down at himself and found clean skin and all the blood had disappeared. With his heart still racing he flopped back down on the bed and tried to regain control of his breathing. Leviathan inched closer and Dean noticed for the first time that both of them were bare beneath the rumpled sheets. "What are you doing here?"

Leviathan raised his brow. "Doing here? This is my room."

"Oh." Dean looked around the room and picked out the small differences between his and Castiel's room. The books on the side table, the trench coat balled up and shoved into the top drawer of the dresser, the dried flowers twisted into a crown on the window sill, all tiny remnants of the people that shared the room. "I don't remember coming here."

Leviathan grinned. "Maybe you really are going crazy."

Dean ignored the question and looked down to wear the sheet rested against Leviathan's hip. "Did we…?"

Leviathan's grin widened and that was enough of an answer for Dean. He pressed his palms against his eyes and cussed. Leviathan placed a hand on Dean's chest and leaned in till his lips touched his ear. "I could help you remember if you'd like."

Dean rolled onto his side away from Leviathan. "Not right now."

Leviathan huffed and molded himself against Dean's back. "You weren't complaining before."

Dean resisted the urge to push him away and tried to scan the dark room for his clothes. Leviathan's fingers danced across Dean's chest while he hummed to himself. Dean was tired and on edge from his nightmare, the memories were still fresh after all this time, he needed space but Leviathan just kept pushing and pushing. "Can you just back off?"

He felt the rumble of laughter in Leviathan's chest. "You know I won't."

Dean grabbed Leviathan's wrist and turned around to glare at him. "I'm getting sick of this."

Leviathan rolled his eyes. "You keep saying that, over and over, but you never do anything about it. You still come back here."

Dean closed his eyes and counted to ten, just like his aggravating shrink told him to, breath in and out and try and calm down. But Leviathan's hands are all over him again, even though he didn't remember letting go, his fingers leave behind trails of scorched skin. It's smothering. He tried to turn away again but then Leviathan's hand reached between Dean's legs and grabbed his cock. It broke the last of Dean's resolve and he forcibly jammed his elbow into Leviathan's stomach. Leviathan fell back onto the bed with an ooff but it quickly turned into more of that godawful hysterical laughter.

Because that's what Leviathan really wanted. Sex and love were secondary, mere bonuses, what Leviathan really wanted was to make Dean snap. He wanted to drive Dean insane until he had someone else to suffer with him. The chase was better then the reward.

Dean pounced on Leviathan and pinned him down with his own body. His hands wrapped around Leviathan's throat and squeezed. Shut up, just shut up. He couldn't take that laughter anymore but no matter how hard Dean chocked him Leviathan's laughter only seemed to grow louder and louder.

"What's wrong, Dean," Leviathan wheezed out. He put his hands on top of Dean's and stroked his wrists.

Dean screwed his eyes shut and shook his head back and forth till it strained the muscles in his neck.

"Dean?" Leviathan mocked.

"Just stop it!" Dean yelled. This was it. This was when Dean finally totally and completely lost it. He could still feel Leviathan's hands all over him and distantly, beneath all the crazed giggling, he could hear something else. Crying? Screaming? It was hard to make out but it all spun round and round in his head until it all mingled into a loud buzz.

"Dean." Leviathan said his name again in a strained whisper. Dean opened his eyes and looked down.

Only it wasn't Leviathan. Hands that were moments ago stroking his skin now clawed at his wrist trying to get free. Castiel stared up at him with red eyes, his skin purple and swelling. Dean reeled back and sputtered, no, that couldn't be. Castiel tried to take in deprived air but coughed instead, his eyes winching from the pain.

"Cas," Dean said in disbelief. Castiel's head snapped over to look at Dean with wide, terrified eyes. He scrambled to get away from him. Castiel tried to pull the sheet up to cover his naked body and that's when Dean noticed all the bruises. They were littered across Castiel's skin, some a pale blue and some an angry purple. Some were split open and bloody. Dean thought he might get sick just looking at them but he tried to reach out to Castiel instead. "Cas…"

"Don't," Castiel cried. "Please."

"Did I do this?" Dean asked, his mind clouding.

"I'm sorry," Castiel sobbed and curled in on himself, clutching the sheet. "I'm sorry, just no more."

No, no, no, Dean's mind raced. This isn't possible.

He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't hurt Castiel. He couldn't hurt Castiel.

"Dean," Castiel said miserably.

But he had. Castiel was bloody and bruised in front of him. God, he could have killed him. He was going to kill him. If he had only squeezed a little harder.

"Dean." Castiel's voice is softer now, but still rough from having Dean's hands around his throat.

Dean was dangerous. Dean was a monster. All this time he's been lying to himself, telling himself that was just going through a hard time.

"Dean." He shouldn't be in that hospital, around people like Castiel. He should be locked up in some tiny cell where he couldn't hurt anyone else. That's all he ever did. He was dead inside and he needed to make everyone else the same way.

"Dean!"

It was bright suddenly. Dean couldn't even fully open his heavy eyelids or else it would blind him. Groggily he thought that maybe Castiel really was an angel and would burn his evil soul right out of his body. "You've missed breakfast."

"What?" Dean's heart feels like it might pound through his ribcage but his mind is slow and foggy. He turned onto his side and groaned. But wasn't he just sitting up a moment ago? He reached for Castiel but the bed was empty.

"Aren't you hungry?" Dean pushed himself onto his elbow and looked up. In the door way stood Castiel, hand on the door knob and concerned look on his face. A face unmarred by blood or bruises, just perfect skin and a five o'clock shadow. "Lunch begins soon if you are."

"Cas?" Dean tried to blink from his eyes. He tried to assure himself it had all just been a dream but it didn't help much. The fact that his mind could even image Castiel like that was a sickening thought.

Castiel stepped into Dean's room and closed the door. "Are you sick?"

"No, I-" Dean shook his head. "I'm coming just give me a second."

Dean threw off the blanket and when Castiel noticed he was only wearing a pair of boxers, he turned red and excused himself. Dean opened his dresser drawer and tried to calm himself but he just kept seeing Castiel all bloody and his hands could still feel the pulse of his neck. A heavy weight settled in his stomach and he wondered if he was truly capable of that. A tiny, angry voice accused him of doing worse when he was overseas but he didn't think he could really hurt someone he cared about. Sure, he had rough housed with Sam a few times, maybe even thrown a few punches when they fought, but any damage was superficial and Sam certainly threw many of his own. But Lisa had run out on him saying he was a different person since he returned and she didn't know him anymore. Maybe that was why she left. Maybe she was afraid that one day he'd tire of bashing in his car windows and turn on her.

Dean pulled a flannel button up over top his tee-shirt, he wasn't sure if the room was cold or if it was just hum but he was covered in goosebumps. Castiel was patiently waiting right outside the door for him. When he looked up at Dean the blush briefly returned before he coughed and looked away. Dean fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and apologized, "sorry about that, it was hot last night."

"It's nothing to worry about," Castiel told him and began to walk towards the stairs.

"What time is it?"

"Nearly noon." Castiel held open the door for him and Dean noticed the white bandages beneath his coat sleeve. Dean averted his eyes and quickly went down the stairs. He was starving. It was already well passed morning and Dean had only just gotten up. The night before he had such trouble sleeping, having skipped his nightly meds, and when he had managed to fall asleep…

Lunch was simple as it was every day. They gave Dean a scoop of greasy macaroni and cheese with a butter and ham sandwich. Didn't even include any mustard. Though as a 'special treat' they each got a free can of pop. Which oddly enough caused an argument between several patients about whether it should be called soda or pop.

Castiel seemed nervous through lunch. He rarely ate at all, as it wasn't something angels did, but this time he poked at the macaroni and took slow bites of the sandwich when the silence stretched out a little too long.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine," he said. Then after thinking for a moment added, "it's important that you eat."

That told Dean that something was wrong but the several of the other patients stalked around them like hawks and he was sure Castiel didn't want any one else to hear. Castiel was one who would set himself on fire to keep others warm and while it was kind of him to want Dean to eat, he really wished Castiel would have shared what was bothering him when they were upstairs. Dean ate the rest of his food rather quickly, not even finishing his coke, and Castiel looked relieved when Dean got up to take their trays away.

"May I…" Castiel looked around uncertainly when Dean sat back down. "May I talk to you about something. Alone?"

"Yeah, sure." Dean stood up but he was already feeling his stomach twist. Back they went up the same path, the one they've walked hundreds of times before because they just lived the same day over and over again. There was very little change in their daily routine.

They walked in tense silence, neither really wanting to have this conversation. Dean's mind listed all the possible things Castiel could want to talk about and none of them were good. Dean already had many secrets he kept from Castiel.

They end up in Dean's room again and Castiel quietly shut the door before he turned back to Dean. His eyes darted back and fourth, trying to avoid Dean's gaze. Then he visibly swallows and reached up to slip his trench coat off his shoulders. Dean's eyebrows shot up and he asked, "what are you doing?"

"I need to show you something." He unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve and rolled the fabric up, revealing the mostly white bandages tinged with crimson. Castiel then gently pulled the bandages back to reveal the mangled flesh beneath it. The skin is still red around the cuts and peppered with tiny dots from where the stitches had been. The wounds themselves are a mess. Some patches of skin have managed to knit themselves back together and full of thick pink scar tissue, others have scabbed over but many places are still open. It has healed enough that they don't pour blood out but those patches are still an angry red and tattered skin. Castiel's voice is tinged with embarrassment when he whispers, "they're not healing."

Well, no shit, Dean almost said. They were already very bad wounds, requiring dozens of stitches, but someone had clearly been picking at them. Dean didn't need to think very hard to guess who. As terrible as they should have at least closed up by then except some delighted in opening them back up.

Dean reached out and held Castiel's wrist, this thumb brushed over a scar. Castiel had nearly stopped flinching when Dean touched him and this time he looked at Dean with concerned eyes, unsure of what his reaction would be. Dean's mouth felt dry but he managed to ask Castiel, "does it hurt still?"

"No," Castiel said defensively, which really meant yes. Of course he didn't want to admit to his 'ward' that he was showing any signs of weakness, anything less then over powered angel unacceptable.

"How bad?"

Castiel didn't answer but Dean squeezed his wrist and Castiel winced. He gritted his teeth but said, "a little."

"I'm sorry." It seemed like such a useless thing to say.

"It's not your fault." Castiel shook his head and then grimaced. "I think my vessel may be rejecting me."

"Yeah?" Dean tried acting like he cared about his explanation but he was mostly worried about gaping cuts.

"I…Something must be happening. Perhaps I'm taking too long, or there is something wrong back in heaven." Castiel's brow furrows. "Maybe- Maybe I'm no longer connected to heaven at all. They might think I'm dead, having been down here so long. Or…or I did something wrong, I'm being punished."

"Hey," Dean stopped him before he could ramble anymore. His hand went to grip the back of Castiel's neck and that time the other man did tense up at Dean's touch. He looked at Dean with wide, bewildered eyes but he didn't push him away or run off. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Castiel relaxed a little and his shoulders slumped. "Then why can't I…"

"I'll take care of it."

Castiel frowned. "I don't see how you could."

Dean's let go of Castiel's neck and maybe his hand slid down his chest a little but if it did Castiel didn't notice. He fixed the bandages and pulled Castiel's sleeve back in place before reaching over and giving Castiel back his coat. "Just don't worry about it. I got this."

Castiel bristled at Dean's confidence. "You think you can do something an angel couldn't?"

"Well, I'm the 'chosen one' or whatever."

"I never called you a chosen one." Castiel shoved his arms into his coat sleeves.

"Look, we're going to go downstairs," Dean began and held open the door, "and we're going to watch the blurry T.V. and avoid the bitchy demon clique. And I bet in a few days your arms will start to heal without anyone doing anything because there isn't anything wrong with you."

Castiel eyed him tiredly. "It's that simple, then?"

"One hundred percent," Dean winked. Castiel stared at him for a moment but eventually surrender to Dean's sunny attitude and nodded. He walked past Dean out the door and turned towards the stairs. So they walk the same path again.

Dean kept a smile on the rest of the day but inside all he could think about was the beast inside Castiel's head.

It was quit, something Leviathan despised. Usually Leviathan could hear the scratching and moaning of other poor souls held near by but right now all he could hear was the racing of his own thoughts. For days, maybe weeks, he'd been all alone. Time always seemed to move so quickly and then so slowly he couldn't be sure but it had seemed like an eternity. His skin vibrated and he reached under his sleeve to pick at his wrist, hoping to quite the fire that run through his veins. Involuntarily Leviathan began to grind his teeth till his jaw hurt.

Leviathan didn't like being alone. Leviathan couldn't stand himself so he understood why others avoided him but it was torture being alone. Alone his mind replayed every mistake, his eyes darted to anything that moved, though there was nothing to hear but silence Leviathan heard everything. He was going absolutely insane and everyone had decided to just leave him to rot again.

So when he came in with a soft voice and sweet words Leviathan easily bent to his will. Leviathan skin sweetly burned at his touch, his pulse throbbed beneath the man's lips. Leviathan eagerly ate up the attention like a starved newborn. Then when he was done with Leviathan, he stood and straightened his clothes and hair so he could pretend nothing happened. Leviathan watched him riffle through his things, with small hope bubbling in his chest that maybe he'll be taken away from this awful place. Instead Leviathan was tossed sharp questions and veiled accusations.

"Don't you think this is a little unorthodox?" Leviathan asked the man digging through his drawers.

"There's nothing in here but garbage."

"They took everything," Leviathan shrugged.

"They couldn't have taken everything," he insisted

"Well they did." Leviathan stretched his arms out, fingers spread wide. "It's all gone, every last bit."

"But you were the one that took it in the first place?" He straightened and brushed lint off his suit.

"Well," Leviathan leaned back against the wall. "I kept it here, for a time."

The man opened the top drawer and riffled through the clothes. "And how did you manage to get your dirty little hands on it?"

Leviathan grinned "I have a little devil on my shoulder." He heard the other man curse Luc under his breath. "Unfortunately, I also have an angel up my ass. Who stole everything once he found them stashed away."

The man sighed and threw Leviathan's clothes down with a huff. "So coming here was a complete waste of my time."

Leviathan grinned and flexed his fingers. "A complete and total waste."

He turned and glared at Leviathan. "And you've gone and sliced yourself up again."

"I did! It was an absolute blood bath, I was practically bathed in it." He barely managed to hide his disgust at Leviathan's words. Yet he swallowed it and forced a smile. He walked back over to Leviathan and looked down at the poor boy. "You missed me, didn't you."

"Terribly." He smiled again. It was fake. Everyone was so fake.

"There's something else now," Leviathan told him. The man hummed like he wasn't really listening and rubbed his thumb against Leviathan's jaw.

"Is that right?"

"He hates me," Leviathan sighed and leaned into his touch. "But I adore him."

"You're absolutely off your rocker, aren't you?"

A laugh bubbled up in Leviathans chest and his hands go to slid up the man's chest. "Yes."

He looked down a Leviathan with that typical look, analyzing him, spinning another story in his mind. Leviathan hated that look so he yanked on his shirt until it broke free of his pants. "You missed me though. I bet you thought about me all the time."

"Constantly," he pandered. "No one has near the skills you do."

Leviathan cackled at the compliment and began to undo the man's belt. I've had quite a bit of practise."

"I'm sure this new boy keeps you busy." Leviathan sneered and yanked him closer so he stood between Leviathan's legs. The man looked down at him with an amused grin and something gnawed at Leviathan, something that warned he might not be as in control as he thought he was.

"What's going on?" Leviathan tensed but the other man didn't act startled by Dean's voice. Leviathan leaned over and saw Dean standing in the doorway, his eyes hot and looking right at his other guest. "Who are you?"

He nonchalantly pulled away from Leviathan but made no attempt to fix his clothes back into place. He looked at Dean warily with his lopsided smile still on his lips. "I am just leaving."

Dean opened the door wider for him to get out but didn't say anything. Leviathan was sure anything he said wouldn't have been very nice. He turned to leave but when he reached the doorway he looked over his shoulder and smugly said, "be good, kitten."

Dean slammed the door behind him.

"Who was that?" he snapped.

"Hello, Dean," Leviathan said casually. "Would you like to sit down?"

"No, I don't want to sit down." Dean stomped over to Leviathan. "What did I walk in on?"

"You're jealous!" Leviathan said gleefully. He fell back onto the bed and stretched his legs out while putting his hands behind his head.

"Jealous? I'm not jealous. You have to care about something to be jealous."

Leviathan cackled. "You're fun."

Dean's expression twisted and Leviathan could tell he was trying to push down his anger. "I'm not here to fight."

"A pity, our fights always end so well."

Dean hesitated but sat down on the bed next to Leviathan's feet. "How are you holding up?"

"Peachy." Leviathan's wrist hurt so he stretched it out to his right.

"You really going to be this difficult?"

Leviathan's finger drum against his night table and looked around the empty room, even the small plastic lamp has been stripped off of it. "They took my things."

"You tried to kill yourself," Dean said bluntly. "What do you expect?"

Leviathan slowly blinked at Dean as if he hadn't made that connection. "I didn't expect them to take my things."

Dean grimaced. "Is this funny to you?"

Leviathan rolled his eyes and sat up again. "It's a fucking joke. Are you going to stop dancing around the issue like a goddamn ballerina and just get to the point?"

That anger lit up in Dean's eyes again and Leviathan swelled with pride having been the one to do it. "You want me to come out and say it? You had a fucking hissy fit and tried to kill yourself and now you keep goring yourself open again."

"A hissy fit?" Leviathan bristled. "A hissy fit! Have you ever had someone fuck you and then run off on you?"

Dean's eyes harden. "Lev-"

"I'm not finished!" He screeched. "You left me. I begged you to stay and you ran off to- to what? Go keep having wet dreams about some idiot angel?"

"Will you-"

"Don't interrupt me again!" His voice only grew louder and Dean raised his hand to try and quit him. "Who the hell do you think you are? I don't even need you, not the way you need me. You act like I'm a burden but I'm the only thing keeping you sane."

Leviathan dropped his face into his hand and his shoulders started to shake. He could tell Dean was torn between rushing to him and keeping his distance. He could have pushed Leviathan to tears or he could have just lit a fuse, he didn't know which and that scared him a little. Leviathan lifted his head up just enough for his deep blue eyes to peek between his fingers. "I'm not someone you want to cross, Dean."

The cold, dead voice that comes from Leviathan sends a chill down Dean's spine but he didn't lose face, after all Leviathan isn't the first to try and scare him. "This was a mistake."

Dean stood to leave but Leviathan spoke before he could. "If you walk out that door again…"

Leviathan didn't finish and he didn't have to, Dean stopped short and looked back at him.

"That angel," Leviathan's voice shook and Dean stepped towards him, "I hate him. I despise him"

"You're obsessed with him," Dean dismissed and a high pitched laugh burst out of Leviathan.

"I know what he does, I know Castiel's after you." Leviathan's skin was nearly vibrating from the rage rushing through his veins. "The angel steals my face, wears it around when he's with the others."

"Okay, you know that sound completely crazy, right?" Crazy but technically true.

Leviathan giggled and put his hands against his breast, dug his fingers in and twisted. "I want him out, Dean. He's in here, isn't he? When I disappear, when I can't hold on and fade away…that 's Castiel."

Dean shushed him and wrapped his fingers around Leviathan's wrists then gently pulled them away from his chest. "It's just us here."

Leviathan stared at him with those wide, frantic eyes and his lips spilt open to show all his teeth. "You're such a fucking liar."

"I wouldn't lie to you," Dean tried.

"All you do is lie." Leviathan jumped to his feet and Dean recoiled from their proximity. "And you lie to him to. Castiel doesn't know you come here does he? Doesn't know you fucked me?"

Dean didn't answer and Leviathan bared his teeth in a smile. "I suppose I get it. He's all righteous and pure and humans look up to that sort of thing. But it isn't fair."

Leviathan advanced towards him and Dean took a cautionary step back. "What isn't fair?"

His hands slithered up his body again. "When the angel put me on earth they thought I'd behave, that being around humans would soften me. And when it didn't they locked me up here. Loneliness was my punishment. But it still didn't do anything. So they send this angel to spy on me. To burrow inside my head and take all my secrets. But he does more than that. He takes over, drowns me out, pushes me aside. I give him a body and he gets to go out, he gets to have you and what do I get? I get nothing. The other angels they can't stand me. No one can."

"You need to calm down," Dean tried to reason with him.

"And I hate him for it. Castiel," he spit out his name as if it were a curse. "He's everyone's perfect, little angel. It's sick what he does to me."

Dean hadn't realized how close Leviathan had gotten and he soon closed the gap so he was plastered against Dean's body. His hand snaked under his shirt and the other one rested on his chest. Leviathan felt Dean's hear speed up and it made his grin widen.

"I've spent years trying to tarnish him. To make others see him the way I see him. He doesn't deserve love or holiness or- or anyone of it," Leviathans voice stumbled and his grip on Dean tightens. "I disgust him but he still stays, ever the obedient soldier."

Dean looked at him strangely. He was searching for something in Leviathan's eyes and the longer it took him to find it the more panicked Dean's expression become. As if to appease him, Dean put a hand on Leviathan's waist but it only encouraged him.

"You can't even fathom the things I've done to try and force Castiel out." Leviathan rested his forehead against Dean's and ran his fingers up the other man's chest. "I'm absolutely filthy, Dean."

Leviathan tried to kiss him but Dean turned his head and Leviathan saw his lip twitch in annoyance. A bolt of fire spread through Leviathan's body and he sneered. Dean wasn't listening. If he was then he'd understand…

"He doesn't want you, Dean." Leviathan reached and gripped the back of Dean's head. "Not the real you, not like I do. If Castiel knew what you've done with me, if he knew about the way you think of him, you'd be an abomination to him."

"I know," Dean whispered.

"So why him?" Leviathan pressed his body closer and stroked his fingers through Dean's hair. "Why love someone who hates you?"

"You tell me." Leviathan's fingers clenched and his nails dug into Dean's scalp. When leviathan felt the skin break Deane smacked Leviathan's hand away.

"You really think you can win this?" Leviathan gritted his teeth. "I would kill Castiel before I'd let him have you."

Leviathan could feel Dean's muscles tense beneath him, he hit a nerve. "You're not going to touch him."

Leviathan thought he had found the kink in Dean's armor and was about to go in for the kill when Dean shoved him away. Leviathan stumbled back and tripped back onto the bed. His hissed when his wrist hit the bedframe and began throbbing. Behind him Dean was fuming and it warmed a part of Leviathan to see him so angry.

"You can rot here, alone, you-" Dean stopped himself from saying more but the damage had been done. Apparently Dean can hit just as hard and Leviathan. Dean closed his eyes and his jaw clenched. Then he opened his eyes and something in them had changed. Maybe they were softer, maybe Leviathan just wanted them to be. "I shouldn't have come in here to yell at you."

"No, you shouldn't have."

"I shouldn't have come here at all," he clarified. Leviathan felt an icicle stab at his heart but he struggled not to show it in his expression. "Since I've met you I've been trying to hold you back but that's not how to do deal with you is it? I need you? That's bullshit. You'd fall apart with out me. I coddle you. I give you whatever you want and then you run of and do something so fucking stupid like this."

Dean grabbed Leviathan's wrist and pulled him foreword. Leviathan growled and tried to pull away. "Stop it!"

"Well," Dean continued, "I'm done. I'm not coming back here. You can do whatever you want. You can die, for all I care. I'm not coming back until you learn to behave."

Leviathan felt his hand tremble. Moments ago he was angry and powerful and sure he had Dean right where he wanted him. Now he weakly pleaded, "you can't."

"Sure I can. And until this stops," Dean tore off Leviathan's bandages. Leviathan violently turned away, he didn't want to see the ruined flesh. "I won't step foot back in this room. And you can be alone. For the rest of your miserable life. Am I clear?"

"Dean," Leviathan began but Dean's hand squeezed around him.

"Am I clear?"

"Yes. Yes!" Leviathan hissed at the pain in his wrist. "I won't- whatever you want."

"Good." Dean dropped Leviathans wrist and brushed his hands on his pants like touching Leviathan was dirty. "I don't want to have this conversation again."

Dean turned to leave but Leviathan saw something in his eyes before he did. Regret, perhaps? Regret at being so rough, so cruel, so callous. Maybe Dean was only trying to speak to Leviathan in a way he understood. Maybe he was trying to hep. Leviathan wanted to believe that. Leviathan wanted to believe a lot of things.