My very first Sabriel story, so be kind ;) It also has a side of Destiel because I just can't not have that pairing ;)
Rating is likely to change with future chapters, so consider yourselves warned ;) I hope you enjoy the story.
"Sam? Sammy?" Dean called loudly as the door banged shut behind him. He walked through the entire apartment, looking for his brother.
"Sam, where are you? I know you're here, the door was unlocked," Dean tried again and this time he got a somewhat muffled reply.
"Dean? I, uhm, I could use some help. In the bathroom," Sam called back through the closed door of the only room Dean hadn't checked yet.
"I'm not sure I want to go there. You remember we are brothers?" Dean answered in a jocular tone, his hand resting on the doorknob without yet opening the door. He could hear water running on the other side and wondered what was going on in there.
"This is not funny, Dean. I fell and I can't get up. I think I might have broken my ankle." There was a hint of desperation in Sam's voice.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming in. Please tell me..." Dean opened the door, "oh god, you are naked. I so did not need to see that." Dean stopped in the doorway, looking down on a pile of brightly covered plastic on the floor next to the shower. It took him a moment to realize that this was the shower curtain that Sam had obviously torn down when he'd fallen.
"Dean, goddammit. I slipped in the shower and can't get up. Of course I'm naked! I think I broke my ankle, my shoulder hurts, and I banged my head on the wall. Now would you please turn off the water, it's cold. And toss me a towel while you're at it. But then I would really appreciate your help getting me out of here and to the emergency room."
"Okay, okay." Dean finally moved into the bathroom and reached into the shower to turn off the water. He tried his best not to look down at his brother. But first Sam needed a towel to cover himself up.
"Okay, you can look now," Sam finally told him, sounding slightly annoyed. "Now help me up. Please."
Dean tried to help his brother to his feet, or at least to the one foot that wasn't possibly broken, but Sam, being very tall and very wet, made this task impossible for one person. Especially when it became evident that Sam had likely dislocated his shoulder so Dean couldn't just grab both his arms to pull him up, both boys slowly suspected they would need more help.
"Son of a ..." Dean muttered after the third failed attempt of getting his brother up. Sam yelped in pain as his shoulder lightly touched the wall when he slid back down. "That's it, I'm calling an ambulance. Sorry Sammy," Dean announced while getting out his phone to make the call.
It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrive and after putting Sam's arm in a sling they managed to get him out of the shower and onto a stretcher. He was still covered with nothing else but the towel, since both his shoulder and his ankle hurt so much that no one wanted to risk moving his limbs around too much, before they knew how badly Sam was hurt.
"Are you his – boyfriend?" one of the paramedics, his name tag read C. Novak, asked Dean carefully, as Sam was being loaded into the ambulance.
"What? Oh, no. I'm his brother, Dean. I just came over to borrow a movie for a date tonight. With a girl. Sarah, or Sandra, or whatever," Dean replied defensively.
"Sorry, my mistake. But it's a good thing you were here and found him. Are you riding in the ambulance with us?"
"Ah, no. I'll follow you guys in my car."
It was a short ride to the hospital. When they arrived the paramedics quickly brought Sam inside, while Dean had to find a parking space. When he finally entered the emergency room he couldn't see his brother anywhere.
"Sam? Sammy?" he called, looking around hectically. He grabbed the next nurse he saw by the arm and said, "I'm looking for my brother, Sam Winchester."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know anything," she said shortly and pulled her arm out of his grip to hurry away.
"Sam Winchester? I'm just on my way to see him. Don't worry, he'll be good as new in no time," a blond man, wearing sneakers and a lab coat with a candy cane stuck in the breast pocket, told Dean. The man continued walking past him towards a set of doors, behind which Dean assumed the examination rooms were.
"Are you his doctor? How is he?" Dean asked, falling in step with the shorter man.
"Yes, I am and I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. But don't worry, he is in good hands," the doctor said, wiggling his fingers in front of Dean's face with a mischievous grin.
"Oh god, I hope so," Dean mumbled and tried to push through the doors next to the doctor but to no avail.
The doctor turned around to face him. "Sorry, pal. You can't be in this section. The nurses will keep you informed and tell you when you can see your brother. Should you have any further questions, just ask for me."
"Wait, who do I ask for? You don't have a name tag," Dean called as the doctor walked through the doors.
The guy turned around once more. "Just call me Dr. Sexy," he said winking at Dean before the doors closed behind him, leaving Dean staring after him in disbelief. When the strange doctor didn't return, Dean found a place to sit down and wait. There was nothing else he could do at the moment.
Meanwhile Sam was meeting his doctor for the first time. "Hello Mr. Winchester. I'm Dr. Seksowny. Now, what do we have here?"
The last part was not directed at anyone in particular but the nurse in the room answered anyway. "He slipped in the shower. Suspected ankle fracture on the right, dislocated shoulder on the left and possibly a concussion."
"Thank you, Anna. We will need to x-ray the ankle. Please go and reserve a spot for Mr. Winchester here. And have him admitted for the night. We need to keep an eye on him, in case of a concussion." While the nurse jotted down the instructions and left the room, the doctor slowly moved around Sam, examining his head, neck and shoulders with nimble fingers. When Sam twitched in pain, he immediately stopped touching the injured shoulder.
"Definitely dislocated. Here, this will help with the pain."
Sam felt a short sting before the pain in his shoulder eased. He relaxed a little, even though he felt a bit awkward lying there naked, wearing nothing but the towel Dean had tossed him earlier. He was also starting to feel cold, due to the lack of clothing, and had goosebumps all over his body.
Now, with the pain almost gone, the doctor carefully tested the range of motion of Sam's left arm, while talking to him to take his mind off what was going on.
"So you slipped in the shower, huh? That's quite an impressive collection of injuries you managed to get. But seeing as you're practically a Sasquatch, it's not that surprising I guess. You probably hit the walls on either end of your bathroom when you went down. Hell, you hardly even fit on this table." The doctor prattled on, keeping Sam's thoughts off his injuries. "Hmm, I wonder if you're proportional," he suddenly said with a meaningful look to the towel.
"What? Wait, what are you...aaargh."
Sam didn't even have the time to realize what was going on and protest before Dr. Seksowny lifted the towel, pulling on Sam's left arm at the same time to set the dislocated shoulder, which hurt like a bitch despite the painkiller.
"My, my, you really are proportional. Impressive," the doctor said with a grin. Sam could only stare while his ears started to feel very hot. "Well, your shoulder should feel a lot better now. Don't move it too much yet, though. You'll get a sling for it that you'll need to wear for a while. Now, let's see if we can that foot of yours x-rayed. Then we'll patch you up and have one of the nurses find you something else to wear besides that tiny towel that is barely big enough for you." His grin widened.
Dr. Seksowny fished a lollipop out of his pocket. After offering it to Sam first, who declined, he shrugged, unwrapped the lollipop, and popped it into his mouth. He kept sucking on it in an obscene way until Sam averted his eyes. "You two should get a room," Sam remarked and Dr. Seksowny chuckled.
"I intend to. Have a good day, Mr. Winchester." As the doctor turned to leave the room, Sam replied, "Call me Sam. I think we have reached first name basis."
"I think you're right, Sam. My name is Gabriel. But people around here call me Dr. Sexy." Gabriel grinned widely around his lollipop.
A few hours later, Sam was finally lying in a hospital bed, wearing a flimsy hospital gown. It wasn't ideal, but an improvement to the towel. There was a bandage around his head, his left arm was in a sling and his right foot was in a walking cast. Dean was there with him, sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had given his brother a once-over when he'd finally been allowed to enter the room.
"You don't do things halfway, do you?" he asked his younger brother.
"Actually I do. The ankle is only partially fractured," Sam joked. "Hey, what are you doing here anyway? Don't you have a date tonight?"
"Not anymore. I'm not really in the mood," Dean answered, sounding tired. "Don't scare me like that again, you hear me? If I hadn't come over to borrow a DVD, you'd still be stuck in your shower. Anyway, how long are going to have to stay here?"
"At least for tonight. The doctor said I might have a concussion but they want to make sure there's nothing else wrong with me."
"That wouldn't be the one, who calls himself Dr. Sexy?"
"Yes, that's the one. Dr. Seksowny," Sam confirmed Dean's assumption.
"Bit presumptuous, don't you think?" Dean's comment dripped with scorn.
"Not really. His name really is 'sexy'. That's what 'seksowny' means," Sam replied.
Dean huffed. "I still don't like him."
"Have you actually talked to him?"
"Not a lot, to be honest," Dean admitted hesitantly.
"He's a good doctor. He may not use the most – conventional – methods but he fixed my shoulder in no time and he had a very good way to distract me from the pain." Sam couldn't look his brother in the eye, so he feigned a yawn. He could only hope Dean hadn't noticed his slight blush when he had talked about the 'unconventional methods'.
A soft knock on the door saved Sam from further questions about his doctor. A nurse stuck her head in, checking for visitors. "Excuse me, visiting hours are over. I have to ask you to leave now," she told Dean.
Dean looked at his brother, who yawned again, this time for real. "Looks like you need some rest anyway. I'll be back in the morning to take you home. Goodnight, Sammy."
"It's Sam," Sam corrected Dean. "Goodnight. And bring me some clothes, please."
After leaving the hospital, Dean didn't feel like going home yet. He had canceled his date, which had been a slightly embarrassing call, because he couldn't even remember the girl's name. But the argument that his brother had had an accident and had been taken to the emergency room helped to calm the girl, Sarah as he knew now, so he still had a chance with her, should he want one.
At the moment he didn't feel like calling her again to tell her that his brother would be alright and he had a free night after all. But on his way to his car, he saw that there was a bar right across the street from the hospital.
It was still early, so the bar, The Roadhouse, wasn't very packed yet. A pretty, young blond waitress, wearing a white apron, was sitting at a table with a couple of guys, apparently beating them at poker.
Another waitress, this one a little older, was chatting with the only other two patrons at the bar. Dean sat down at the bar as well. Usually he enjoyed a good poker game, he rarely lost, but tonight he just needed time for himself and a drink before he went home.
The waitress, her name tag read 'Ellen', came over to take his order. "What can I get you?"
"I'll have a beer," Dean said.
"The same for me, please," said a gravelly voice next to him, as a dark-haired man climbed onto the stool on Dean's right.
He looked at the man, trying to place the familiar face.
"Hello again, Dean Winchester," the man said with a small smile. Finally Dean knew where he'd met the guy before.
"Hey, you were one of the paramedics this morning, right? C. Novak?"
"Yes," the man nodded. "But I'm off duty now. My name is Castiel." The two men shook hands.
"Nice to meet you again, Castiel," Dean said, honestly happy to see the guy, even though just minutes before he had just wanted to be on his own.
"You too. How is your brother?"
"He has to spend the night in the hospital but it's nothing serious. His ankle will need some time to heal, but other than that he's fine."
"And you? Didn't you say something about a hot date tonight? So how come you're spending your Saturday night alone in a bar?" Castiel got right to the point.
"I canceled the date. Didn't feel like it anymore. But I didn't want to go home just yet either."
Their drinks arrived and they sat there for a while without talking, just drinking. But with the second beer they started talking about all kinds of things and figured out that they liked similar movies, that Castiel had no clue about good music and eventually they even shared stories about their slightly dysfunctional families.
Sometime that evening, after a few more drinks, Dean started calling his new friend 'Cas' and Castiel didn't complain. They got along really well and stayed at the bar, until Ellen announced last call.
"I think I should go home now," Dean decided and got off his stool a little unsteadily. He'd had more to drink than he'd planned.
When he pulled his car keys from his pocket Castiel intervened. "Wow, you're not driving home yourself. You can hardly stand." He wrapped his hand around the key to get his point across. Since Dean didn't release the key, this also meant he didn't leave the bar.
"Cas, I'm fine. I don't wanna leave my car," Dean protested.
"You're not fine and I'm pretty sure you don't want to risk crashing your car. I've seen it, it's a beautiful car," Cas replied, making Dean think about his plan of driving himself.
"Ellen, could you call us cab?" Cas asked, hoping Dean didn't change his mind again. But he was in luck and Dean waited for the cab without further protest.
In the cab Dean just managed to tell the driver his address before leaning his head against the door and falling asleep. Castiel didn't mind. It had been a long and stressful day for Dean. When they arrived at the given address, Castiel woke the other man and walked him to the door of the apartment building because Dean was still a little unsteady on his feet.
"Goodnight, Dean. Let me know if you ever need to talk over beer again," Cas told him, putting a note with his number in the pocket of Dean's worn leather jacket. He had no idea if he'd ever get a call but it was worth a try.
"Goodnight, Cas. And thanks," Dean said before opening the door, leaving Castiel alone on the sidewalk, standing in the cone of light from the nearby streetlamp. But Castiel smiled anyway, waiting till the door closed before turning around to get into the cab and finally go home as well.