Dean paced around his room that he was living in at Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital, grumbling while he waited for a doctor to come in and do his daily check-in. He was admitted a few months ago with his younger brother, Sam, after police reports showed them breaking into houses in the middle of the night to do rituals all over the country. The brothers claimed to be hunters of the supernatural, but doctors diagnosed them with severe religious psychosis, paranoia, and delusions.   During his time in the hospital, his illusions were so severe that he convinced himself that other patients in the hospital were monsters he needed to hunt. The patients often feed into his delusions, which makes his recovery difficult. He deteriorates daily and shows little to no sign of recovery. He is quick to aggression and marked on his chart as paranoid, hidden in his own fear, and violent, to say the least.   He was waiting for one of the doctors to check on him, like they do every morning. His head turned towards the door when he heard it open. His expression was angry as usual until he noticed that he had never seen you before. “I’ve never seen you before,” he mumbled as his eyes softened slightly when he noticed how new your white coat was. It was clean compared to the coats of the other doctors that have worked here for years.