Help From Crazy

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but it's way past visiting hours"

"We're here to see a friend of ours, it's fine-" Dean argues, annoyance evident in his voice as his brother tries to calm him down

"I can't allow you back there, sir-"

"It's alright, Abel-" (y/n), dressed in her sky blue scrubs, makes her way over to the honey skinned man, her (e/c) eyes scanning the pair of hunters before turning back to the nurse, "-I called them in"

"Wren, you know we aren't allowed to let people visit right now..." Abel tries to reason with her through a hushed voice, arms crossing themselves over his white scrubs as he speaks. (y/n), a charming smile pulling at her lips, lightly nudges the man.

"These two are leaving for Europe tomorrow-" the lies pass her teeth expertly, voice never wavering in confidence as she tries to convince the man to trust her, "-they need to visit their friend before they go...you understand, don't you, Abel?"

"Fine, but only if you promise it'll be quick, Oakley" He softens upon seeing her sincere expression, letting out a tired sounding sigh when he meets her gaze. She smiles

"I promise!" She states happily, once again lying through her teeth before she's quickly ushering the Winchester boys through the double set of locked doors before them. Sliding her key card through every slot that blocks their path, the three are finally alone in the dimly lit hallway of the east ward. Before the pair of hunters are able to greet her properly, (y/n) is already clinging onto their massive bodies, face buried into their chests as she breathes in their comforting scents.

"Woah, Tweety bird-" Dean chuckles lightly, gently stroking her soft locks of (h/c) hair with his calloused fingers, "-missed us?"

"Miss you? Of course not..." She mumbles the joke quietly into the rough fabric of their flannels, arms desperate to wrap around their torsos as if afraid they'd disappear between her finger tips. She realizes in that moment just how much she depended on these boys and how easily she grew to love them in the past year. They were her everything. Sam, understanding the fragility in her voice, places a soft kiss upon the top of her head.

"Maybe we should've waited longer to come back " He teases her gently, the pair of hunters smiling at the way she scrunches up her nose

"Not funny, Sammy-" She shoves him the chest lightly, chuckling at the dramatically hurt expression that crosses his face, "-four weeks was long enough"

"You got that right, Tweety-" Dean agrees, ruffling her hair until her (h/c) locks lay in a messy nest on top of her head, "-now where's that tree topper? We gotta ask him about this thing-"

"(y/n)!"

The three all turn on their heels to watch as said tree topper makes quick strides down the marble hallway, his tan trench coat billowing behind him like a cape as his almost frantic crystalline eyes land on the girl a few feet away.

"Cas?" Sam says the name in disbelief, Dean mirroring his brother's shock as they watch the angel make his way over to the group. Not paying attention to the two boys beside her, Castiel places a soft hand upon (y/n)'s arm, almost as if reassuring himself that she was really there. (y/n) chuckles lightly, noting the confused glances from the hunters next to her

"I told you to wait in your room, Cowboy" She scolds him gently, a sweet smile pulling at her lips when he is quick to stand by her side in an almost protective manner

"I thought something may have happened to you..."

"In the five minutes I've been gone, you thought something happened to me?" She asks, earning a child-like nod in reply, "Well, since you're here...why don't you say hello?"

"Hello?" he echoes quietly, watching her kind gaze as she motions towards the Winchesters to her right. There's a long silence that passes between the group, (y/n) noticing the way Castiel's eyes seem to light up slightly upon finally registering the boys beside her

"Hello, Sam-" His voice is confident as he says the name, a smile spreading across his lips as he turns to the older brother, "-Dean.

"Hey, Castiel.." Sam greets the angel kindly. Dean, stepping forward, gently pats Castiel on the shoulder, a relieved smile spreading across his stubbled face

"Look at you-" the older hunter states, green eyes fixed on the angels form as if checking him over for any signs of visible damage from the pain he'd taken on, "-walkin' and talkin'. That's great, right?"

Instead of answering Dean, another pregnant pause fills the air, anticipation evident on the boy's face as they watch the angel slowly offer his hand to them. Sticking out his index finger, his sky blue band sliding down his wrist as he holds up his arm, Castiel looks expectantly at the pair.

"Pull my finger"

"...What?" Dean clears his throat lightly, both brothers eyeing the Phoenix beside them nervously as she avoids their gazes.

"My finger-" Castiel clarifies, nodding towards his hand, "-pull it"

"Cas, let's not-" (y/n) is unable to get the words out before Dean is taking the angel's finger in his hand, lightly yanking onto the appendage until the room is illuminated by bright flashes of lemon colored light above. Light bulbs bursting in their fixtures, the boys flinch as shards of glass rain down upon the group. The entire ward is plunged into darkness. (y/n), letting out a tired sounding laugh, slaps her hands onto Sam and Dean's shoulders

"What the hell just happened?" Sam asks through a whisper, the pair of boys eyeing the girl suspiciously as she illuminates the hall in the warm glow of her hands.

"Consider it a weird little welcoming celebration..."

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"Just hang on, Cas-" Sam calls out the angel, the pair of boys watching as he hands (y/n) one of the dozens of light bulbs he insisted he help replace, "-you're saying you remember who you are, what you are?"

"Yes. Of course." Castiel states it plainly, turning to face the brothers suddenly as a grin spreads across his stubbled face, "Oh! Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee."

"A honeybee?" Dean echoes, unable to hide his bewilderment as he stares at the angel

"I saw the route of flowers-" Castiel explains, (y/n) gingerly taking the pile of bulbs from his arms so that he can express his child-like glee with his hands, "-It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add"

"(y/n)..." Sam turns to the girl just as she's screwing in the last bulb in the small hospital room, "I thought you said he was handling it"

"He is handling it-" She's quick to try to defend him, softening her voice when she meets the angel's fond gaze, "-he just gets a little...distracted"

"...Beautiful" Castiel mumbles the word quietly to himself, his eyes never leaving the girl's form as she stands beside him. Sam, hearing the angel, smiles lightly

"What was that, Cas?"

"(y/n)-" he clarifies for the pair of boys whose faces seem to light up slightly in amusement upon connecting the dots, "-her beauty can be overwhelming. She's temptation in its purest form-"

"Woah, okay! Not the time, Casanova!" (y/n) is quick to slap a hand over Castiel's mouth, her soft palm tickled by the stubble of his chin as she tries to ignore the teasing glances of the brothers sitting a few feet away, "We gotta focus on more important things"

"I don't know, Tweety bird-" Dean raises his eyebrows playfully at the girl, nodding towards Castiel as she slowly removes her hand from his mouth, "-I kind of want to hear what else he has to say-"

"Change the subject now or else I'll kick your ass-"

"Alright, Alright!" Sam laughs, clearing his throat lightly before standing up to approach the angel still dreamily distracted by (y/n), "So, Cas, (y/n) told us you might have heard something weird this morning? Is that true?"

"Yes, I heard a ping that pierced me-" the angel has to tear his eyes away from the girl beside him, a small smile on his face as he describes the sound, "-and well...none of you would have heard it unless you were an angel at the time"

(y/n) watches Sam slowly take in the information, wheels turning in his mind as he slowly hands her a moss green duffel bag.

"He heard that sound when we opened this..."

Taking the rough fabric in her arms, the girl gingerly unzips the pack. There, nestled gently between two navy blue towels, was a thick slab of rock. Engraved on its smooth surface were ancient looking markings (y/n) couldn't understand, tan lines and patterns carved neatly into sections in the ash grey colored stone. Carefully taking the cool slab into her own hands, she gently offers it to the angel beside her, watching as he chuckles lightly to himself

"Now I understand..." He says vaguely through a smile.

"Understand what?" Dean asks somewhat impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies the angel carefully. Castiel, slowly taking the slab from (y/n), scans its surface with great amusement

"You're the ones...I guess that makes sense-"

"Cas-" (y/n) places her hand upon the angel's arm, gently running her thumb against the light fabric of his clothes to help try and ground him, "-you have to try and focus for me, alright? What exactly makes sense?"

"I'm sorry, (y/n)"

"It's alright, buddy, I just need you to stay on topic. What makes sense?"

"If someone was going to free the word from the vault of the Earth-" Castiel finally explains, able to stay coherent by using the girl's comforting gaze, "-it would end up being the Winchester brothers."

"'The word'?" Sam echos, pointing to the slab still in the angel's hand, "is that what's written on there?"

"Did you know that a cat's penis-"

"Cas, please-" (y/n) tries to stop him, knowing his ramblings stem from anxiety, but it's as if he never heard her

"-is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that"

Turning his back on the group, Castiel investigates the slab beneath the lemon yellow moonlight pouring in through the small window above his desk. There's a long silence that falls upon the hunters as they all stare at the angel before them, each one sharing the same pitying glance

"(y/n), can't you do something?" Dean asks almost desperately, the exhaustion he feels evident in the bags beneath his forest green eyes. She shakes her head slowly in response

"He's anxious..." she explains slowly, motioning quietly to the angels hands to show them the way his fingers tremble slightly as he runs them across the surface of the stone, "His body doesn't know how to react so he dissociates."

"What does that mean?" Sam questions quietly

"It means that he's not completely here right now. There's a lack of continuity between his thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions, and even his identity. We have to be patient with him, let him sort out everything until he's able to transition into a short period of sanity"

"I thought you said you didn't go to medical school?"

"I didn't-" a sly grin makes its way across the soft features of her face, winking at the dumbfounded men, "-but I did take a few psychology courses in the early 2000s"

"You went to college?"

"One hundred years is a long time, boys, it'd be embarrassing if I didn't try to get some sort of education-"

"Hey-" Castiel's voice suddenly cuts through the air, the group all turning to watch as the angel turns around to face them again, "-this is the handwriting of Metatron"

"Metatron?" Sam scoffs lightly, a confused pulling at his sharp features, "You're saying a transformer wrote that?"

"No. That's Megatron" Dean explains quietly, almost as if embarrassed to correct his brother who narrows his eyes at him

"What?"

"The transformer...it's Megatron"

"What the hell is a transformer?" (y/n) whispers half to herself but is quickly interrupted by Castiel, hands holding up the small slab of grey stone for them to see

"Metatron-" he enunciates the name clearly, smiling lightly, "-he's an angel, the scribe of God. He was the one who took down dictation when creation was being formed"

"Cas-" (y/n) hesitantly calls out the angel's name, a fond look in his eyes as he meets her gaze, "-that's the word of God?"

"One of them, yes"

"Uh...well, what does it say?" Dean finally asks, his eyes almost frantic as he switches his gaze from the angel to the slab. Castiel goofily places his fingers across the stones surface, lips pushing out into a small pout as he hums quietly to himself

"Tree?" He mumbles, glancing back to the expectant hunters waiting patiently behind him, "Horse? Fiddler crab? I can't read it. It wasn't meant for angels."

"Then who was it meant for?" Dean's voice is laced with frustration, taking a dangerously aggressive step towards the angel who (y/n) knew would react badly to it

"Did you know that flowers began existing about 140 million years ago?"

"Dammit, Cas!" Dean raises his voice suddenly, the angel flinching at the sound, "We don't need your stupid facts, we need your help!"

"I'm sorry"

In the blink of an eye, the angel disappears, a warm breeze of air rushing past the group as they all watch helplessly as the stone tablet falls to the marble floor. Crashing against the cool tiles, the slab is shattered into three pieces, jagged edges and tan markings laying in a pathetic heap on the floor. (y/n0, closing her tired eyes and leaning up against the windowsill, let's out a tired sounding sigh

"What the hell was that?" Dean exclaims, disbelief written across his face as he checks the dark room for any sign of the missing angel.

"He doesn't like loud noises, Dean, he must have felt threatened when you raised his voice at him..." (y/n) explains softly, finally opening her eyes to meet the brothers confused gazes

"Well, where did he go?"

"Probably the day room, he likes the view of the garden there"

"Will you take me there?"

"Sure thing, Dean-o"

"Sam-" Dean calls out to his brother, motioning to the mess of dust and shattered stone on the floor beside him through a tight-lipped smile, "-pick up the...'Word of God', will you?"