Sorta Kinda like The Notebook but, my version with Destiel :)

Chapter #5

When Castiel woke up later that evening, the sky had darkened considerably and the man who had been reading him that wonderful story about the two boys who fell in love, was nowhere to be found.
He sighed, attempting to push himself up on the mattress, his hands shaking violently as he did, causing him to fall back down in defeat against the pile of pillows.
Cas tried not to let the tears fall, as he saw families outside with their loved ones, visiting for the day.
He had been brought inside hours ago, yet he had no recollection of that ever happening.
Through the glass of his front window, he saw people laughing and talking, as they ate a take-out meal which looked to be some sort of chicken in a paper bucket thing, Castiel couldn't remember the name, or when he'd first tried it, but just the same, he smiled.
"Mrs. Adams had some visitors drop in today. They brought dinner with them. I told them that they could eat with her in the visiting lounge.", Linda said, as if she could read his thoughts.
Cas nodded, blue eyes fixated on the image through his window, staring longingly at the people, wishing all the while that he could join them.
Linda gave him a sad smile, as she walked over to where he was still laying.
She propped up Cas' pillows and helped him sit up straight against them.
"When can I see my family?"
Linda paused then, and walked over to the window, closing it with the toggle on the blinds.
Castiel waved absent-mindedly at the family as they disappeared and were replaced by the ugly white wooden panels again.
He looked over at her, expectantly.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, preparing her next words.
"I'm not sure, Castiel. You've still got a long way to go before they can even consider letting you have visitors. I mean, remember what you did to Dean?"
Cas shook his head, his multicoloured greying hair ruffled up from sleep.
Linda didn't smile, just looked directly at him with total seriousness.
"You attacked him with a chair. Thought he was some sort of burglar."
Cas nodded, not even smiling.
"Well, he just walked into my room. What was I supposed to do?"
Linda sighed, taking a seat next to Cas on his bed.
"He's family though, your husband. Don't you remember?"
Castiel didn't respond because he didn't know how to.
It often upset him how she could just ask him random questions and expect answers from him.
He shook his head finally, disagreeing.
"No, no, I don't have a husband. My name is Castiel Novak and I live at 122 South street, with my pet cat Crinkles. I am also a full-time writer."
Linda shook her head, but didn't contradict him, she knew that there was no use.
Somehow, Castiel, thought that he wasn't married and still lived at home with his parents and apparently had a cat, even though from his records, the Novak family never had because Chuck had a severe allergy to them.
Linda left shortly after that, saying 'goodnight' to him, then walking out of his room, closing the door shut tightly behind her.
Sometimes, Castiel would sleepwalk and she didn't want to have to go and get him from up on the roof of the nursing home, or something like that again.
When she left, Cas sprang out of bed, ran over to the door, and began to bang at it with his fist, screaming and shouting as he did so.
"LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY PLEASE LET ME OUT! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE! THEY'VE GOT ME LOCKED IN! SOMEBODY! PLEASE!"
The other nurses would ignore his cries, knowing that he'd eventually quit and fall asleep again.
"PLEASE! I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! I CAN'T BREATHE! I CAN'T BREATHE!", he yelled voice hoarse, as he shook the knob, the loud rattling could be heard from the north wing of the nursing home.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!", he screamed, as he fell down against the door, from exhaustion.
His vision was blurry and he thought vaguely that he heard someone running towards his room, their feet making loud thumping noises as they came closer.
But, all that went away when he hit the floor, his dull blue eyes closing in an act of final defeat for the night.
Castiel didn't hear the knob turn or the door slowly unlock, as someone entered through it.
He only hear absolute silence, as he drifted back into a deep yet tiresome sleep.
Dean had walked into the room and upon nothing his lover laying exhausted on the floor, smiled slightly and tried his best to scoop up the shorter man in his arms.
He staggered toward the bed, dropping Cas onto it, causing the springs to squeak.
After making sure that there was no one coming to get him, he placed the quilt over Cas' frail tired form and kissed his smooth and wrinkled forehead.
"I love you.", Dean whispered into the quiet darkness of the room, green eyes bright with tears that rapidly started falling out of his eyes.
"So much, Cas. Never forget that. Never."
He sighed then, picking up one of Cas' hands that was lying on top of the blanket and kissing it softly.
"I'll see you tomorrow.", he said, stroking Cas' hand as he carefully placed it in his.
"And, I'll read you more of the story.", he whispered, voice so quiet, that it could barely be heard.
"I'll make sure you don't forget. I'll make sure you remember."
And with that, Dean left after kissing Castiel once more, but this time on his pale chapped lips.
He smiled as he gazed back at his husband, who was snoring contentedly.
Then, he opened the door just a crack and slipped out again, and off back to his room in the north wing, which was on the opposite side of the nursing home.
Dean Winchester didn't go to bed that night, until a nurse who was working the night shift for his wing came in and told him to get some rest.
"It's time for bed now, Mr. Winchester. Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow."
He nodded reluctantly at her, and she helped him back into bed, placing his favourite blanket over top of him.
It wasn't actually a blanket, but it made Dean feel like he wasn't alone and that everything was going to be okay.
It was Cas' school sweater that he had worn the night that they'd first met, and to Dean it was much better than any stupid old blanket.
It was an argyle print of blue, green, and white.
Cas had always said that it was hideous, but Dean loved it.
The sweater itself actually smelled like Castiel.
Which was a mixture of his mother's lavender-mist laundry detergent and a crispness of a autumn wind, as well as fresh baked apple pie when it first comes out of the oven.
One might think, that it was a strange combination, but Dean thought it was uniquely 'Cas' and made him that much more special.
So, with the breeze blowing through the partially open window and his lover's high school sweater covering him, Dean slept soundly, only waking up the next day, when a nurse told him that Castiel was waiting outside for him, in a lawn chair overlooking the grounds.