Hi, guys!
I know, I know... it has been a pretty long time since I posted a new Fanfic.
I finished this one about a quarter of a year ago, but I didn't look at the mistakes in it just yet.
Today I looked at Chapter 1, so I'll be posting chapters as much as I can. I hope to do that every day, but I'm also busy with some other stuff.
I hope you'll enjoy it and that I haven't made that many mistakes :)
02-05-2008, Kansas City Hospital
Castiel is walking around a little in the hospital just like he did for the last two weeks. He keeps the sick people here company because Doctor Haley isn't here to tell him what to do – he can't do anything else right now.
Doctor Haley – also known as Julia Haley – is Castiel's mentor in the months that Castiel is interning at the hospital. But Castiel just looks after sick people when Julia isn't around.
Right now is a moment like that; Julia left the hospital for an emergency call. Castiel heard that it was a call about a man who flew through the window of a car and that he needed a doctor.
Castiel is just helping a sick lady into her bed when he hears a loud bang and people screaming and yelling things like "Go to the OR!" and "He's bleeding to death!".
He pulls the blanket over the lady's shivering body and then says that maybe he should go and see if he can help Doctor Haley. The lady nods as a sign that she doesn't mind if he leaves and Castiel runs to the place where he heard the noises.
He sees Julia, who's just pushing a stretcher to the OR. On the stretcher lies a man who's covered in blood. A large wound covers his leg and he has a few scratches on his face. Another man is following the doctors who are going into the OR.
"Ehm, mister!" Castiel yells at the man. "I'm sorry, but you can't go in there."
The man turns around and takes a deep breath before he reacts to Castiel.
"Owh, I'm sorry. I'm just…" He sighs. "That man that's in there, he's my brother."
Castiel walks towards the man. "I understand that you would like to stay with him, but we can't allow that."
Castiel looks up at the man and shrugs. The man rubs his eyes. "I understand," he says.
Castiel gestures to something further in the hallway. "There's a waiting room on your left," Castiel says. "You can wait there, I'll send a doctor to get you when they're done with your brother."
The man nods thanks fully. "Thanks," he says. "I'm Sam Winchester, by the way."
Castiel looks at the young man's hand. Castiel grabs it and shakes it. "Castiel," he says. "Nice to meet you."
He smiles shortly and then let's go of Sam's hand.
Sam walks to the waiting room and Castiel returns to his job of keeping company.
After Sam took his seat in the waiting room he decides that maybe he should call Jess to tell her that he'll be home late. He swipes through his contacts until he sees Jess' name. He clicks it and then puts the phone against his ear. A moment later, Jess picks up. "Hi, you're speaking with Jessica Moore," she says. Sam sighs. "It's me. Sam."
"Sam, where are you?" She sounds scared. "I thought you'd be home early today. I'm worried sick!"
"Ehm, well, I'm at the hospital," Sam answers.
"What happened!?" Jess sounds scared.
"I'm okay," Sam tries to calm her down. "It's Dean, he had a car accident."
Jess stays quiet for a moment. "Oh, is he all right?" she asks, her voice a little less worried.
"I don't know," Sam says. "His leg was bleeding heavily."
"How did that happen?"
"I don't know. He just was calling me to wish me a happy birthday and then the connection just broke away. I looked where he was and found him on the hood of his car. He must've flown through the window," Sam explains. "But I think maybe I should call mom and dad, I think they would like to know as well."
"Yes, you should do that. Call me when you know more," she says and right before Sam hangs up she says: "Happy birthday, Sam."
After that, Sam hangs up.
After half an hour, Castiel walks back to the room where Julia disappeared into. He knocks on the door and after a moment, it opens. He can look into the room. The man is lying on the surgery table and it looks like they stitched up his leg.
Julia is standing in the doorway. "Castiel, I'm busy but come in."
She steps aside so Castiel can walk into the room. Her gloves are covered in blood and she takes new ones after she's closed the door.
"Is it really bad?" Castiel asks while he looks at the man with the dirty blonde hair.
Julia shrugs. "I don't know how bad it is," she says while looking at the man. "but I think you can call it pretty bad."
"What about his leg?" Castiel asks.
Julia walks towards the man again. "He has a big and deep wound on the front of his leg and we've stitched it up. He also has trouble breathing."
Castiel looks at Julia, who nods at the gloves as a sign he should put two on too. Castiel does that, and after that, he stands next to the man.
"Have you already identified him?"
Julia nods. "Yes, his name is Dean Winchester, or so his brother told us," she answers.
Castiel smiles. "Yeah, I met that man. Sam Winchester, a nice guy I think."
Julia shrugs. "Yes, but I think Dean is more important. Don't you think?"
"Yes, I know."
Julia grabs a towel and washes the blood off Dean's face and the blood around the leg wound.
"He's lost a lot of blood, so I think we're going to need a blood transfusion," Julia says, looking at the man.
Castiel nods. "Yes, I agree," he replies while he takes another good look at Dean.
He's pale and he breathes with effort.
"What do you think about his breathing?"
Julia takes a good look at Dean's chest and sighs. "It could be because we brought him under anesthesia, otherwise we should take care of it 'cause it's not normal to breathe like that."
Julia grabs a bandage and stretches it out a little. "Castiel, can you help me bandage his leg?"
Castiel nods and after a moment Dean's leg is bandaged in bandage.
Sam just called his parents and they're heading to the hospital. They can be there any moment.
Sam just sits there in the waiting room. He's staring at the white wall, counting every dirty spot. He's wondering when John and Mary are going to arrive at the hospital.
Maybe Sam is a little scared that his parents had an accident too. But just as he wants to call them again, they walk through the door.
"Mom! Dad!" He walks up to them and hugs them.
When he looks at Mary, he sees that she's crying. He holds her shoulders a little tighter.
"Hey, mom, Dean is gonna be okay," he says and he pulls her against himself, rubbing with his hand over her back. "He's gonna be okay," he repeats, now whispering.
He looks at John and it surprises him that he even took the time to come here.
Sam never really liked his dad; he was never home and never made time for anything.
Sam sees a doctor in the corner of his eye and he lets go of Mary. He turns around to the doctor.
She walks up to Sam, Mary and John.
"Hello, you must be the brother and parents of Dean Winchester?" the doctor asks.
John steps forwards. "Yes, we would like to see our son," he says and Sam pushes him back when he sees the dismay on the face of the doctor.
"Excuse me," Sam says and he turns to John. "Dad, that was very rude! She's here to tell us about Dean, right?"
The lady with the black hair nods. "Yes," she says.
"Well, I'm Julia Haley and I'm indeed here to tell you everything we know about Dean," she begins. "Dean made a big smack. He has a vertical wound on the front of his left lower leg and he seems to have problems with breathing. Did he have problems with that before?"
Mary shakes her head. "No, not that I noticed."
"We think it could be because of the anesthetics, but he could also have a part of his spine pushing on one of his lungs," Julia Haley tells them. "I don't know when he'll wake up, but I'll send someone to call you over when he does."
Sam and Mary nod, but John doesn't; he just walks away. Sam looks at the lady.
"Thank you," he says, and after that, Julia walks away again.
Castiel is attaching the blood bag to Dean's veins. Castiel just pushed the needle into Dean's arm when he hears soft grunts.
He looks at Dean, who's slowly opening his eyes.
"Where…"
"Try not to talk too much, yet," Castiel interrupts him.
Dean nods slowly.
Castiel gives him a moment to get used to the light and then grabs a piece of paper and a pencil.
He scribbles some things down. "Okay, can you tell me your name?"
Dean looks at Castiel, not understanding.
"Ehm…"
"Just try to tell me your name and don't force your voice to much," Castiel tells Dean.
"My name is…" He coughs. "Dean Winchester. Why?" His voice sounds hoarse.
"I need to see if you still know everything," Castiel says. "What day is it?"
"May 2nd, my brother's birthday."
"And how old are you?"
"Twenty-nine," Dean answers.
Castiel puts everything down on the paper. "Okay, I'll have to fact-check with Sam to be sure that you're telling the truth," Castiel says with a little smile.
Dean smiles back at him.
"I can call your brother over if you want me to," Castiel says.
Dean nods. "Yes, I'd like that."
Castiel walks towards the door, but stops when Dean asks something. "What is your name, by the way?"
Castiel turns around to Dean. "Castiel," he says and he looks at Dean, whose face is still pale.
"I like that name," he says and smiles.
"Thank you, I like your name as well," Castiel replies and he sees how Dean's white cheeks turn a slight red.
"Thanks." After Dean says that, Castiel walks to the waiting room.
Sam and his parents are still waiting in the waiting room when Castiel and Julia walk in.
John stands up and walks angrily towards Julia and Castiel. "Why did it take so long?" he yells and he makes a fist.
When he's almost about to hit Julia, Sam runs to John.
"Dad don't!" He grabs John's fist which was speeding towards Julia. "They're here and they're in time, you make yourself look like a crazy person," he says with a calm but intimidating voice.
John turns his face towards Sam and looks at him angrily. "Don't call me crazy!" he yells.
Sam grunts and turns to the three people who are staring at John and him. "How is Dean?" he asks with a calm and nice voice.
Julia looks at Castiel as a sign that he can tell it.
Castiel clears his throat and begins talking. "So I think you know what happened to Dean?"
He looks from Sam to John to Mary. Mary nods, Sam too and John just grunts.
"Julia told you about his leg and breathing, right?" Again they nod. "Well, we now also know that he has two badly bruised ribs. But he's going to heal completely," Castiel explains. "So he woke up and he doesn't seem to have any signs of amnesia, but could have a concussion. He said he would like to see you, but I suggest you should visit him one by one, otherwise it could get too busy," Castiel explains. "If you could follow me, I'll lead you to his room and then you can see him one by one."
Castiel walks away and looks at Julia, looking for approval. She nods with a smile and Castiel leads Dean's parents and brother to Dean's room.
When they're standing in front of Dean's room, Castiel looks at the people.
"Okay, I'd like to know who wants to go in first."
Mary steps forward, but John pulls her back.
"I'll go in first! He's my son!" John says to Mary, who looks at him and opens her mouth.
"And Dean's my son too, I raised both him and Sam. Where were you? 'Cause I think Dean is mostly my son, I'll go to see him first!"
With those words, Mary steps forwards and follows Castiel into the room.
Dean is lying on the bed, his eyes open when he hears the sound of the door.
"Mom?" he asks while his eyes are still getting used to the light.
"Yes, Dean," she says and her voice breaks a little. "How are you, baby?"
It lasts for a moment until Dean answers: "I've been better."
Mary takes a seat and strokes with her hand over his cheek.
"You're warm," she says and she looks at Castiel. Castiel turns red, he doesn't know what to say.
"Ehm, yes, it's because of…" He becomes quiet. "... the medicines we had to give him. His temperature is a bit messed up, but it's no harm; it'll go down in a few hours."
"Oh, that's nice to hear," Mary replies and she holds her hand against Dean's cheek again.
Dean closes his eyes and grunts. Mary gets scared by the expression of pain on Dean's face.
"What is it, Dean?" she asks. "Are you alright?"
Dean coughs a few times.
"Nothing, I'm okay," Dean answers, but he knows he isn't okay at all.
After twenty minutes of awkward talking of Mary and Dean, Castiel thinks it's time to let in the next family member of Dean.
"Ma'am, it's time for the next family member to visit Dean," Castiel says when they're quiet for a moment.
Mary nods and presses a kiss onto Dean's cheek. "I'll visit you again tomorrow, okay?"
Dean nods and after that Mary follows Castiel out of the room.
John and Sam are sitting in the waiting room. Sam is reading a textbook and John is just staring at the door.
He stands up as the door opens and runs into the room.
"Sir! Please be calm down, your son needs rest, so be calm when you're with him!" Castiel walks behind John.
John runs up to Dean and Dean seems to be surprised.
"Dad?" he asks. "What are you doing here?"
John forces a smile.
"I wanted to see my son on his birthday," he says and Dean looks angry at him.
"It's Sam's birthday, not mine," Dean replies and he closes his eyes. "And to be fair, I'd like to see Sam before I'm too tired to stay awake. Please call him over," he says and he looks at Castiel who's standing close to the door. "Okay, sir, can you leave the room? You can visit your son another time; he doesn't seem to be in the mood."
Castiel gestures at the door and John walks away reluctantly.
A moment later, Sam walks into the room.
He's quiet and calm.
Not talking at all when he sees Dean. Dean is the one who starts talking.
"Sam, well, happy birthday I guess," he says and his voice jumps from low to high.
Sam nods once. "Thanks, but I'm not really happy, Dean," Sam replies.
Dean coughs a few times. His coughs are hard and they don't sound good.
Castiel looks at Dean in a worried way, but Dean doesn't notice.
"Dean, how did this happen?" Sam asks Dean.
Dean looks at Castiel before he replies. "Castiel, could you leave me alone with Sam for a moment?"
Castiel nods and walks away.
Dean gestures with his eyes at the chair next to his bed.
"Sit down," he says.
Sam does what Dean says and sits on the chair.
"Here's what happened. I was driving to my house, just like I do every time when I'm done working. A car chased by police drove in front of me and I pushed my pedal. I avoided the car, but I flew through my window…" Dean coughs. "…what happened after, I don't remember anymore. I just woke up in this bed."
Sam rubs with his palms over his face and takes a deep breath.
"How do you feel?"
Dean shrugs. "My leg hurts pretty badly and I've got pain on my neck and ribs, but I think I'm lucky to be alive. My neck isn't broken and I'll still be able to walk when my leg has healed so I think I'm still pretty lucky, right?"
Sam nods.
Dean coughs again and Sam looks worried.
"That doesn't sound good, though," he remarks.
Dean looks away from Sam. "Yeah, but I'm okay," Dean replies.
Sam and Dean don't really have any more time to talk.
Castiel knocks on the door and asks Sam to give Dean some time to rest.
Shortly after, Dean falls asleep.
Castiel told John, Mary and Sam to visit him again tomorrow somewhere between twelve and three.
"He'll need time to recover, so he'll spend, at least, one or two months in the hospital," Castiel tells them right before they leave.
When they are away and Castiel has finished his remaining work, he goes back home.
Getting ready for his next day at the hospital.