Here is the post from which I got this idea.
tonnysstark . tumblr post/13697412645/bestillmyshippingheart-castielismycopilot
The idea for this fic is not mine. I simply used it as a prompt.
I also do not own Supernatural. I wish I did, but I don't.
I'd also like to say that
1. I can't write worth a crap.
and
2. This is basically my first fic ever. Please be kind, I have no idea what I'm doing. :)
Dean woke to the blurry sight of an off-white ceiling and the sound of a man talking.
"Gabriel, please stop sending male prostitutes to my hospital room. I am not yet physically healthy enough to have intercourse, not to mention it's unsanitary for them to be here-"
Dean grunted and rolled over. He didn't want to hear any more this conversation. He quietly drifted back to sleep where previous events came crashing, quite literally, back to him.
The traffic light was green and Dean had the right-a-way. He stepped on the gas in the light blue clunker he'd loaned from Bobby. He really hated this car, but Sam took the Impala on some research trip to the library or something. What a nerd. Dean chuckled. His mind snapped back to reality just in time to hear a car horn blaring. It seemed as though time slowed down. He saw the dark red Honda Civic coming straight at his passenger side door and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The car made impact and Dean woke with a start, the smell of antiseptics and bleach burning his nose.
"Hey, man are you okay?" The same deep, male voice from earlier asked. "You were squirming around in your bed. I was afraid you were going to fall off and break your leg worse than it already is."
It was then that Dean noticed the black spotted, white hospital gown he was dressed down in and the long white cast that covered his right leg. Dean looked over to where the voice was coming from and saw the man in the bed next to his for the first time. He was a dark haired man with striking blue eyes and a bit of light stubble. He was quite handsome if Dean was being honest.
"Hello? Dean, right? Are you okay? Do I need to call for a nurse?" Blue Eyes asked again.
"Uh.. No, no... Do I know you?" Dean asked, his voice hoarse. He was sure he'd never met this man before, but how else could he know his name?
"No. Uh, when they brought you in one of the nurses told another one your name and information. They didn't know I was awake..." Blue Eyes shrugged sheepishly.
"I see... So, do I get to know your name or do I just have to keep referring to, in my head, as Blue Eyes?" Dean smirked.
Blue Eyes blushed. "My name's Castiel. Odd name, I know. My parents had a thing for biblical names. You can call me Cas, if you'd like. Or you could keep calling me Blue Eyes, as long as I can call you Green." Cas smiled widely at Dean and extended his hand as far over the edge of the bed as he could. "I'm extremely pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Dean."
Dean rolled and extended his hand, flinching slightly due to his sore ribs, and lightly gripped Cas' hand. "Same to you, Blue Eyes. Same to you."
To be continued..? :)