You Deserve To Be Saved (Destiel)

He's not real

The next day, I was sat in an interview room with 2 guys. Both coppers. One was sat at the table with me and one was stood at the door.

After the guy at the table introduced the interview, he began asking me questions.

"So Dean, what happened?"

"I didn't do it. I didn't do anything wrong." I said, tears streaming down my face.

"So tell me everything." The man at the door said.

"Okay. Well it all started when Cas died." I began.

"Who's Cas?"

"My boyfriend. He did a couple weeks back."

"Well, I'm very sorry." The guy at the door said.

"Oh please, save it. He lied to me. He was on drugs the whole relationship."

"That's how he died?" The guy at the table asked. We were talking as if we had all day.

"Yes! Now can I explain please?" Both men nodded and I continued. "Right. I got a text the night before he died. I was told that Cas was doing something behind my back, and I spoke to Cas about it and he said he didn't know what it meant. He assured me it was James."

"Question! Who's James?" The guy stood up asked. He creeped me out. He was bug and muscly and was covered in tattoos. Seriously didn't wanna mess with him.

"James Crayin. I used to go to college with him."

"And why would James make things up about Cas."

"Okay, in college, James and his group of friends planned to make my life living hell. They bullied me, beat me up, ruined my school work, they pretty much wrecked my life."

"Is that what this is all about?" The big guy said, rolling my sleeves up revealing all my red and purple scars. I shuffled my arm away and hid it under the table.

"That doesn't matter. But anyway, Cas told me it was James. So we had a massive argument but sorted things out, and I left him for a while and when I came back I found him. Not breathing. He died later in hospital." I stopped for a while to try and stop the tears and catch my breath. I needed to clear my head. "And after Cas died, I text that person and arranged to meet them. But not until after the funeral. So Cas was buried a few days ago. And I planned to meet that person yesterday, still having no idea who it was."

"You realise how stupid that is, right?"

"Anyway. We planned to meet in the park. And when I met him, it was my brother Sammy. It was him I attacked, I swear to God. I didn't attack an elderly woman." The coppers frowned at eachother and shared a weird look, as if I was crazy. I'm not crazy, I'm telling the truth.

"Dean, what did your brother say to you after you attacked him?"

"He explained to me that he faked his own death so supply Cas with the drugs. At first I thought it was crazy, but Sammy was there. He was real. He was right in front of me. I promise you."

"That's not what happened." The guy at the table said.

"What?"

"Eye witnesses said that you were stood in the park on your phone, when an old lady tapped you on the shoulder. You then turned around, looked at her for a while before throwing her to the ground and attacking her. As people ran to help her, a guy grabbed you and you sat him down on the bench. You were still trying to attack the elderly woman so this man was holding you down. He said you were talking to him. You did mention drugs, however. He said you were having a conversation with someone who simply wasn't there. That's when we arrived and arrested you. I'm sorry Dean, but your brother he's.... he's still dead."

"But-"

"He's not real Dean. He's dead. I think the fact that you were dealing with depression and then you had to grieve over your brothers death and then your boyfriends has made you see things. And I'm sorry, but we are certain that Sam Winchester is dead. I'm sorry."

"I don't. I don't understand."

"Dean, listen to me. We're going to call a nurse in. Someone who specialises in mental health. She'll make sure you're okay and that you're safe."

And sure enough that's what they did. And later that day, I was driven off to a mental health hospital.

The words 'he's not real' played through my head for the next few days.