Gabriel

I sighed, grabbing my cup of coffee and grabbing the clipboard. Ten years ago, I never thought I'd be doing this. Working in a mental hospital, dealing with adults that acted like children, deteriorating old people, and crazy children. I at least managed to cure somebody. And now I was assigned a new case. I just hope it's not him. I don't know his name, I hear the other doctors talk about him though. They say there really isn't any danger to him, it's just that he's creepy. The other doctors say he just sits there, not speaking. It's not that he's hard to work with, it's that you get this...feeling. Like there's no one in there, like its a body without a mind. You have to tell him to eat, to drink, to swallow. You have to feed him and tell him when to go use the flipping bathroom. It was a 24/7 assignment, and doctors usually quit after a month. Poor guy. I looked down at my clipboard. Room 519. I gulped. That was his floor. I stopped one of the doctors in the hallway. Dr. Singer.
"Who's in room 519?" I asked. He frowned.
"Winchester. Sam Winchester." He looked down at my clipboard. "So they dumped him on you, huh?" He asked. oh no. I got him.
"You got him before, right? What do I do?" I begged. He sighed.
"Don't be an Idjit, for starters. All ya gotta do it watch him. Feed him, give him his meds, and talk to him. That's it. I'd be a miracle if you got him to start talking." He patted my back. "You'll do fine, don't worry." And then walked away. Okay. Okay, I could do this. I walked up to the 5th floor and found his room. I opened the door. The television was on, playing some show. Supernatural, I think. The desk looked neat, edges filled away, untouched papers and coloring pencils. The bed was otherwise neat, except for the man siting on It. Sam Winchester was a tall thing, shoulders hunched over, legs crossed. His long chocolate brown hair fell in his face. I could see the stubble all over his chin and the sides of his face, the dark bruises under his eyes. He didn't acknowledge me when I came and sat down at his desk, setting down my clipboard and flipping to the diagnosis. Hallucinations, insomnia, temporarily mute due to insomnia and schizophrenia. Okay then. No violet outbursts. I could handle this.
"So, Sammy, how we doing today?" I asked him. He lifted his head slowly. Staring back at me were two big green/blue eyes, flecks of gold around the center. Framing them were long thick lashes, enough for three people. Damn. He cocked his head to the side, reminding me a lot of my brother, who did the same when was confused. Sam looked at me as if to say you're not my doctor. He gave a slight sigh and dropped his head again, nodding a little. Poor kid was used to it now. "I'll take that as an 'okay'. What you watching here?" I asked. His fingers twitched. He wasn't watching it, one of the nurses must have left it on for him. Thought maybe it would get him to talk. They thought wrong. This is awkward. I thought. I reached for the remote, but he nudged it with his foot, so I left it alone. "You like this show?" He lifted his head again, glancing briefly at the television screen. One of the charters was dying. I looked at the clipboard again. He has a brother. Maybe I could get him to talk about him. "So you have a brother huh? I've got one too. My brother is younger than me though." I laughed a little, but it just made it more awkward. Okay, maybe I can't do this. How he is not speaking? Isn't it hard? I pulled a lollipop out of my coat pocket and unwrapped it. He looked up at me, curious. Once he saw what I was holding, he frowned. "What, don't like candy? Do you want one?" I pulled another one out of my pocket and held it out for him. He eyed it, and for a second, I thought he would take it. But he leaned back against the headboard and continued to stare down at his fingers. I placed it on the desk behind me. I had an idea. "Okay, fine. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Stay here." I got up and left the room, but instead of turning to the right to go to the bathroom, I stayed there, at the door. I peered into the small window. He didn't notice me watching him. He slowly got up and walked over to the desk, picking up the grape flavored candy and slowly peeling off the wrapper and stuffing the candy in his mouth. He retreated to the bed again and turned his attention to the television. I walked in. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" I asked, surprising him. He jumped a little, glancing at me before playing with the wrapper, lollipop stick sticking out of his mouth. It was...kinda cute, actually. "Is that a yes or a no?" I sat down on the edge of the bed, something that-judging by the way his head snapped up in shock-the doctors never did. "This is one of your good days huh? Not seeing so much of what makes you so scared? It's okay to talk to me you know. I don't bite Kiddo." I smiled. I liked calling him that, even if he was almost a foot taller than me. He was about three years younger. 26. Poor guy barely got to live his life. I looked down at my watch. In a few minutes, his brother would arrive and I would have to talk to him. The guy's brother got called down every time he switched doctors, and he always visited his brother when he was here, so he was here often. He used to work for this hospital as a nurse until he got promoted and moved away. In the beginning, he stayed with a lot of employees While his brother got settled. Or so I've heard. I started working here after he left. "Sam, I'll be back in an hour with your food okay?" I pulled a chocolate bar out of coat pocket. He took it from my hands, and for a second, his hands brushed over mine. They were softer than I expected. And they were huge. "Have that if you want more candy." I left. Bobby caught me on my way down to my office.
"What did you think? Sick of the one-sided conversations already? You know, we have a new doctor coming in soon and we could-"
"It was fine bobby. He's okay." I insured him.
"Okay. See ya around." He called.
"SEE YA SINGER." I yelled back as he left. Finally I made it down to my office. There was a guy about five inches taller than me, with short brownish blonde hair and green eyes clouded with worry. He had freckles splattered actors his tanned skin. He was biting his nails. I'm guessing this was Sam's brother. "Mr. Winchester?" I asked. The guy jumped, looking down at me.
"Dr...Novak, is that right?" He asked I nodded. "You're my brother's new doctor? How's he doing?" I opened the door and gestured for us to enter. Once we were seated I answered.
"I was a little worried about starting with him. As you know, he kinda...creeps out most of the doctors on his bad days." I explained. He nodded.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "He can get pretty weird on his bad days. But you gotta know he doesn't mean to do that, he just-"
"It's alright, Mr. Winchester, it's fine." I assured him.
"Dean, please. People usually only called our dad Mr. Winchester."
"Alright then, Dean. Can you tell me-" I stopped and the door burst open. None other than Castiel Novak came barreling though, ignoring the fact that I was with family of a patient, and started searching through my desk, breathing heavy. "Cassie? What is it?" I asked. He dug around some more, then when couldn't find it, he leaned against the wall. His short black hair was plastered to his electric blue eyes frantic.
"Need." He wheezed. "My. Inhaler." Oh. Crap. I dug around in my pockets, remembering that I picked it up after finding it on the floor of our apartment this morning.
"Here." I said, tossing it at him. He took several deep breaths. "You okay now?"
"Yeah...I'm fine...sorry." He mumbled, sighing against the wall. Dean spoke up.
"What happened?"
"Oh." Castiel noticed him for the first time. I saw my baby brother's eyes travel up and down the man, pausing to stare into his deep green eyes. I'd be hearing about this later, I know it. "I was, um, being chased. By a dog. Some assbutt decided that it was okay to let him off his chain, and he saw me eating a burger and freaked the fuck out." Cassie ran and hand through his hair. "Sorry to disturb, I just needed this." He held up the inhaler.
"No problem at all." Dean nodded, understanding clear on his features. Cas waved goodbye and left, leaving me to clean up after him.
"Sorry 'bout that. Cassie used to have asthma and whenever he has a panic attack, he uses his inhaler. You can sit back down now." I said. He sat down slowly.
"I'm assuming that's your brother. His name is...Cassie?"
"Oh. Yeah he is. And no, His name's Castiel, I just call him that to annoy him." I laughed. Dean's lips tugged up into a small smile.
"Yeah, I used to call Sam Sammy just to bug him." He whispered. We got back to business
"As I was about to ask before my brother interrupted, when did his...hallucinations...start, exactly?" I asked. Dean sighed, leaning forward and putting his face in his hands, thoughtful.
"Uh...hmmm. I guess they started about two years ago? His girlfriend died when he was 22, and he got kinda messed up by that. They were really in love, and he was about to purpose to her...he swore to god he saw something that night. Said she was pinned to ceiling. I guess that was the real beginning. He didn't mention it again until a two years ago, around when I left this place. Said he saw...demons trying to get him. That of them was after him. Meg, I think, was her name. After that it just got worse and worse, so about a year and a half ago I brought him here when here. He stayed up all the time talking about these monsters..." Dean explained.
"And the not-talking thing...?"
"Sammy's always been sorta, um, quiet. I guess maybe now that he's here he just doesn't know how to say how he feels, so he doesn't speak at all. It's hard for me to say how I feel about most things too, but Sam is the one that usually keeps things bottled up like that." He said. I suddenly started to smile a little, remembering him getting up to take the candy when he thought I wasn't looking.
"Does he like sweets?" I questioned. Dean gave me a confused look, but nodded.
"Yeah. His favorite were those...hmmm, what were they called? They were these long rainbow looking gummy things. Drove me nuts everytime we went somewhere, asking for cash so he could buy some."
"Airheads extreme?" I guess. He snapped his fingers at me.
"That's the one! Yeah, he loves those. Why, did he ask for some?"
"No, I... I offered him some candy, and he took it. Not many patients do, so I figured he might like sweets." I said. Dean nodded. We continued to talk about Sam until Dean had to go back to work. He was a nice guy, Sam was lucky he had a big brother to take care of him. It was time for his lunch now. I just hoped he was still in a better mood today, because I was afriad of feeding him. What if I forgot to tell him to swallow? What if...this is crazy. Ill do fine. It's not my first time working with mental patients that are totally out of it. I knocked on his door this time. Then I entered. This time, he was at the desk, a piece of paper I front of him. The candy bar I gave him earlier was still on the bed. "What are you doing there Sammoose?" I asked, the nickname just slipping out. I could have sworn that was a smile on his face when he looked up at me. But he quickly looked back down again, then slowly reached for a pencil. "Can you draw?" I was curious if, had he not gone mental, he could have become an artist. And judging by how realistic the eye he was drawing seemed, I assumed that the answer was yes. He sketched them roughly at first, and then began detailing them. It was blue. Not bright blue like Cassie's, no, they were a lighter, colder blue, and they seemed to stare right out of the page. He handed it to me, looking me in the eyes for the first time since I've seen him. I examined them. The pair of eyes didn't seem familiar, but they looked menacing. This was new. None of the doctors told me he could draw. Maybe he hadn't drawn for them. After a while of staring at it, I put it in my folder. "That's amazing." I breathed. Sam blinked up at me from the chair. Was this progress? Was I actually curing him in some way? Was I the first doctor to actually get thought to him? Okay, that sounded conceded. I'm sure this has happened to other doctors too. I ruffled his hair. "You could be a great artist some day." If you ever get better. "Here. I brought you your lunch." I placed the tray in front of I'm on the table. He picked it up and brought it over to the bed, then sat cross legged and started to pick up the sandwich. He eyed it, genuine terror crossing his face for a few seconds. And then he slowly took a bite. Okay...this was good right? After the second bite, however, Sam dropped the sandwich and moved back in the bed, shaking. "Sam? What happened?" I asked. Oh, what good would that do? He can't talk. I went over to him and picked up the sandwhich. There was nothing in it. It was fine. Sam was staring at it as if it was a monster. I held it up to him. "Sam, it's okay, it's fine. You have to eat." I said. He shook his head, curling up and rocking back and forth on the bed. Come on Gabriel, think! "Um...if you eat it ill bring you Airheads Extremes tomorrow?" I tried. He stopped rocking. Was it working? "Look, I know you may think there is, but there's nothing wrong with the food. Please, eat it. I promise you, it's okay." I told him. After repeating that a few times, he finally took the sandwich back. I noticed how he dug his injured hand into his headboard as he ate. When he was done, he cradled the hand to his chest. "Why do you do that? You're hurt, why would you hurt yourself even more?" I questioned. Without asking, I reached out and took the injured hand in mine. I knew why it was all bandaged. He had come back from the hospital last week, after and incident with one of the really crazy patients. They were transferring him and he lashed out, injuring several patients. Sam was one of them. He hadn't gotten badly hurt, being one of the taller, stronger patients. But still, they kept him under observation for a few days, just to be safe. i slowly unwrapped the white gauze to examine the cut.

Castiel

My brother came come at 12:30 pm and passed out on the couch as soon as he got there. I dropped a blanket over him and sat down at the end of the couch. I wonder who his new patient is. He let me come in and read to the patients some times, and I was hoping I'd be able to read to this one...and maybe see that guy again. He was attractive, to say he least. And he seemed kind. I'm assuming he was in some way related to Gabe's new patient, either a cousin or brother or maybe even friend. I went to sleep in Gabriel's bed, considering that the couch was technically my bed and he stole it.

I got up early in the morning, stretching then making a cup of coffee. The sun shone through the window and onto the couch, and I wondered how long it would take Gabriel to wake up. If I waited any longer he'd be late, and I wouldn't have a ride. I dodged him with my foot. He jumped.
"What time is it?" He asked, looking around for his watch. I tossed it at him.
"Almost time for you to head to work." I said. He sat up and went to change. "Hey! Can I come with you to work today?" I called. He came back out as he tugged on a shirt.
"You sure? I've got a new patient..."" He started.
"Maybe I can cheer him up. Play a few games, read him a story." I suggested. Gabriel thought about it.
"Cassie, he's not like the others, okay? He's really quiet, doesn't really do anything..." He stared at me for a while, then sighed. "Yeah, sure, get dressed."
"Yes!" I said, punching the air. I liked volunteering there. The nurses liked me and most of the patients were fun. They never let me near the real crazy ones. That was dangerous. After we were both dressed and done with breakfast, Gabriel started to drive us there. "What's the guy's problem anyway?" I asked.
"He sees stuff. And he has trouble sleeping. He can't speak either, so expect one sided conversations." He glanced at me. "Don't tell the others that I tell you these things, alright? You don't officially work there. And remember, if you start to have a panic attack again, my office-"
"I know, I know. The third door to the left, first floor. I'm not a child Gabriel. I'm 27, I can take care of myself." I assured him. He sighed, parking in his usual spot and getting out of the car. He told me which room Sam was in and gave me very strict instructions on how to behave. He had some work to do first. I went on up, bag full of board games and other stuff that the patients usually liked to do. It was quiet in this hallway. I pushed open the door. The tall man sitting on the Engadget of the bed looked up hopefully, but when he saw that Gabriel wasn't here, he dropped his head again. "You're Sam, right?" I asked. I looked back at the label on the door. Yes, this was Sam. I sat down at the desk after I closed the door, setting the bag down. "I'm Gabriel's brother. He's your new doctor." I said. He didn't respond, just looked up in another direction and grimaced. The poor thing. I opened my bag and saw that Gabriel had put something in it. I pulled them out. Give these to Sam. Said the bag. I opened it and pulled something out. Rainbow candy. "I believe these are for you?" I called to him, holding out out for him to take. He lifted his arm and reached for them. His hands trembled. I got up and passed it too him. I took the small nod he gave me as he started to open it as a thank you. "Alright then. Come on Sam. You like games right? Wanna play something?" I started to search through my bag when there was a knock at the door. I looked up. It was Dean. Gabrideal told me he was his older brother. What was he doing here? Well that's a stupid question, obviously his brother visits him. I got up and quickly went to open the door.
"Castiel?" He questioned. I stammered.
"O-oh, I w-was just, uh...I v-volunteer here a-lot, and I-I-"
"Woah, slow down there." He laughed. His eyes wrinkled a little at the sides. "I understand. You volunteer some times? Hang out with the patients, right?" He guessed. I nodded.
"Yes. Exactly. I'm assuming you're here for Sam."
"Yeah. What were you gonna do?" He stepped inside, sitting down next to his brother. "Hey Sammy, it's me." He looked up at me. "This one of his good or bad days?"
"I don't know, what is bad?" I fidgeted. Dean made me nervous.
"When he doesn't move and you have to hand feed him." Dean observed his brother, and saw that he was slowly picking at the candy. "This is a good day. Awesome." Dean pushed the hair out of his younger brother's eyes, frowning.
"I was going to try to get him to play a board game or something, but I don't think he wants to."
"Nah, me either. He'd want a challenge. That right Sammy?" Dean didn't wait for his brother to respond, knowing he wouldn't answer. It was sad to watch, even though Dean was smiling. He had gotten used to answering himself. Sam hadn't been answering for a long time. "Got any chess or something. He always used to get a kick out of beating me at that."
"Actually, I think I do." I pulled it out of my bag. "Make that a yes. I do have it." I set it down on the bed in front of him, pulling out the pieces and setting it up. Sam's eyes followed my hands as I moved the pieces across the board. Once I was done I stepped back.
"You can play with him if you want. Ill just watch." Dean said. I shrugged.
"Okay Sam. Ill go first." I pushed a pawn across the board. I almost thought he wasn't going to do anything, but he slowly nudged one of his pieces forward with his finger. I smiled. "Okay." I pushed another piece. And he did the same. The game went on for several minutes, and before I knew it, Sam won. "What? Come on, that's not fair!" I laughed, collecting all the pieces. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean smiled. It made my insides go all mushy. "Another round?" I asked. Sam shook his head slightly. "No? Another game then?" I asked. He shook his head again.
"What do you want Sammy?" Dean asked him. I saw his eyes flicker briefly over to the book I had on the desk. Oh, he wanted me to read. I went over and got it.
"You want me to read to you?" I asked. He nodded, ever so slightly. If you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. His shaky hands reached for another piece of the rainbow candy. I had heard that Sam Winchester was always immobile, eyes glassy and cold as stone. That is, until Gabriel took him as a patient. This was...different. I could see it in Dean's eyes, Sam was better. "Okay then. Lets begin." I flipped open the page. I guess this was sort of a girly book, but it was written by a man, and I liked it. I started reading. "'Late in the winter of my seventh year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house...'"

An hour later, I was halfway through the book, and Sam was asleep. Which was apparently a rarity. What was even more rare was that he was smiling a little.
"That was amazing. Usually he only sleeps for an hour, three tops. And it takes a long time for him to fall asleep."
"Was I that boring?" I asked, placing my stuff back in my bag. Dean laughed.
"No no, I enjoyed it. Sammy is getting better. I never thought I'd say that." Dean smiled, daring down at his feet. "I better get going now. My shift starts in a few minutes." He waved goodbye, and I stood at the door, blushing and smiling up at the ceiling for a few minutes. I think I was falling in love. Yes, love at first sight. With the brother of my big brother's mental patient. Don't hear that everyday do you?

(AN: HEY GUYS. This is my first attempt at writing and AU where Gabe and Cas aren't angels. I hope you enjoyed it! Posting the next chapter soon.)