A/N: So this is an idea that popped into my head. Its different scenes as Dean visits Castiel in the mental ward. I am not sure how long these chapters will be, or how many chapters there will be, but I will write each chapter as far as I feel it is right. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of its characters.

Dean visits Castiel every week. Whenever Sam questions where Dean goes, Dean merely replies, "out". To say Dean felt guilty for leaving his best friend in the asylum was an understatement. He had gotten his friend back and lost him again in the same day. Whenever Dean goes to the asylum, Meg would fill him in on what Castiel does, which is mostly stare at the white wall in front of him.

Today Dean stands outside Castiel's door, looking in sadly. Castiel hasn't said a word to him yet. Dean takes a breath and heads in. Castiel doesn't seem to acknowledge the fact that Dean has walked in. Dean sits in the chair by Castiel's bedside like he always does.

"Hey, Cas," Dean starts, looking at his friend. "How ya doin'?"

Castiel turns his head slowly, and the stare he gives Dean sends a chill down his shoulder. Castiel's eyes looked terrified and haunted, empty. After a moment, Castiel turns his head away, choosing to look at the wall in front of him.

"Cas, I'm sorry," Dean says for perhaps the millionth time. "I'm trying to find a way to save you, I hope you know that. Somewhere… inside you, Cas, the real you knows this."

Castiel turns his head again, this time looking a trifle interested. To Dean, it was the most positive response he has gotten from the angel.

"Cas, I know I can't say I know what you're going through," Dean says, "but you gotta be strong, okay? I'm not giving up on you."

Castiel stares at Dean sorrowfully, and Dean thinks that Castiel wants to say something, but just can't.

"Cas, ya gotta talk to me, please," Dean says, his voice near begging. "I need to know you're still there."

Castiel keeps staring at Dean, and Dean watches as Castiel's eyes shift from comforted, to haunted, to outright afraid and back.

"Cas," Dean whispers, reaching a hand out. Castiel glances at the hand and immediately flinches, shifting back on his bed.

"Whoa, Cas, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you," Dean says, pulling his hand back.

Castiel stares at Dean with wide eyes, his back straight like a soldier.

Dean sighs and rests his head in his hands. It was times like these that Dean wished God would do something, if God was still around. Castiel had redeemed himself the moment he made his sacrifice to save Sam; Dean already knew that. He wanted his friend back.

"Dean." The voice is so soft; Dean thought he must have been imagining it.

Dean looks up to see Castiel staring at him with sad eyes. "Cas?"

"Dean," Castiel says again, as if it is the only thing he could say.

Dean lets out a shaky breath. "Okay, okay, this is good," Dean says. "Cas, do you know who I am?"

Castiel stares at Dean for a moment before an irritated look came across his face as if to say "yes".

"Can you speak, Cas?" Dean asks, his heart hammering in his chest. "Can you tell me what you see?"

Castiel lets out a staccato breath. "You wouldn't understand," Castiel says.

Dean wants nothing more than to sit by this best friend, but he doesn't want to scare Castiel. "Do you see Lucifer?"

Castiel looks at Dean, then at the wall. "Every second."

Dean looks at the ground, then back at Castiel. "What's he doing now?"

Castiel shudders and closes his eyes. "Stop," Castiel whispers.

Dean rises out of the chair in alarm. "Cas? What's he doing?"

Castiel keeps his eyes shut, shaking his head. "Stop it," Castiel says more forcefully.

Dean looks at his friend, wondering what on Earth Lucifer could be doing. "Cas, it's okay." Dean steps forward to touch Castiel. The minute Dean touches Castiel's shoulder Castiel whips around with a knife in hands and slices it across Dean's hand.

"What the!" Dean yells, stepping back in alarm, shaking his hand. "Cas.."

Castiel stares at the knife, and then at Dean with wide eyes, like he's been caught in the most horrible crime. "Dean, I'm so sorry." He drops the knife like it burned him.

"No, Cas, it's okay," Dean says, wrapping his hand. "It's just a cut, I'm fine."

"No, no, no, no, no," Castiel repeats, backing against the headboard of his bed. "I'm sorry Dean."

"Cas, look at me, please," Dean says pleadingly.

Castiel does so with terrified eyes. Dean sees the angel's shaking.

"I'm fine," Dean says, stepping forward gently. He sits on the bed slowly so he doesn't startle Castiel. "It's not your fault, alright?"

Castiel merely nods and then wraps his hands around his legs and lays his head on his knees. "I don't deserve your kindness, Dean."

"You have every right to have my kindness Cas," Dean says, wrapping the angel in a hug. He lays his head on Castiel's shoulder. "I never showed you any kindness, Cas. So let me show it to you now."

A/N: Yay, end of first chapter. All mistakes are mine because I'm human. I hope you enjoyed this chapter ^^. Go to YouTube, type in Dark Piano Song- "Night of Rain" and listen to it while reading this :D It's what I was listening to while writing this xD

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