A/N: hello, all! this is my first SPN fic, HOORAH! obviously, I'm a Destiel fan. I'm 98% sure there isn't going to be any sexy-sex times in this story, however I'm sure there will be lots of bad language. sorry if it's terrible, it was just a thought that I decided to write. expect more chapters later.

D/C: I don't own Supernatural, the characters, the cast, an Impala, an ambulance, a hospital, or Pine Sol.

11:49 P.M. and Dean Winchester was being moved frantically to the E.R. via ambulance stretcher. Luckily, the hospital wasn't so crowded tonight, with only a few broken noses from early Saturday night bar fights to attend to. Dean, however, had the misfortune to be that night's critical patient.

Blood dripped from the stretcher, getting into the wheels and leaving streaks of red over the polished tile floor. The janitors stood in the background with deep frowns, their mess-free night had been ruined. They gathered all their materials in preparation for a long night of scrubbing.

Dean finally reached his destination.

Immediately, his clothes were being removed and the doctors were working at top speed.

Blood was everywhere, trickling from all areas of his body, most noticeably his nose and mouth.

"Four cracked ribs, dislocated jaw, broken nose, and a broken fibula. He also has several deep gashes all over his arms, legs, and torso." one of the professionals announced, clear and calm.

His fellow workers nodded their heads and did their best to restore the man lying helpless and unconscious in front of them.

The man who had spoke before sighed, "Lord be merciful."

He awoke to the sound of consistent beeps, the feel of paper-like cloth on his torso, and scent of Pine Sol.

His eyes cracked open, black blurring and stunning white consuming his vision. Suddenly, something else was there too. A man looked down at him and smiled, skin around the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen crinkling.

"Hello, Dean. How are you feeling?"

Dean tried to sit up, but was immediately stopped by pain in his chest.

"Mmmm..." he groaned "Where... Am I in a hospital."

"Yes you are." The man stepped away from him, monitoring the machines at his bedside. "You were in the Emergency Room. You have some nasty injuries."

Dean tried to remember what had happened before all this, but it wasn't coming in clear enough for a full story.

Though, one face flashed in his mind and he tensed.

"Sammy! Where's my brother?" he exclaimed, worried his brother suffered a worse fate than himself.

The doctor continued to scribble onto a clipboard, "Your brother, Sam. He was the one who called your ambulance, I believe. He should be here soon, says the receptionist."

Dean relaxed a bit, Sammy wasn't hurt.

"Why, uh... do you know why I'm in here?"

The doctor cocked his head to the side, in an innocent and remotely... cute manner.

What am I doing? This is a doctor. Stop trying to pick up ladies... er... men.

"You don't remember, then?" the other man spoke, breaking Dean of his thoughts.

Dean blushed and cleared his throat, "Know, I, uh, I don't."

"Well," The doctor began, stepping closer to him. Dean felt his heart beat a little faster as he approached, and hoped to anyone who would listen that it didn't show up on the heart monitor so conveniently located next to him.

"You were in a car crash. Your brother said you were out on a drive and..."

"MY BABY! MY IMPALA! OH, GOD, IS SHE WRECKED? OH, GOD! OH, GOD!"

The doctor was startled and appeared to be a bit annoyed for a reason Dean didn't know, nor did he care about.

His car. His baby. It's gone isn't it. His baby. His life. All gone.

"Well... I don't know what has happened to your vehicle, Mr. Winchester, but I think you should be more worried about yourself at the moment."

It hadn't even occurred to him to check out his injuries.

"Oh... right, uh, sorry. So... what's wrong with me, Doctor... er... what's your name?"

"My name is Castiel."

"So what's wrong with me, Doctor Cas?"

Castiel's brows furrowed and his mouth twitched to the side, as if he was deciding whether or not he liked the new name.

"Well, you have five broken bones. Four ribs and your right leg. Your nose is also broken. Your jaw was dislocated, but we fixed that. Also, you have a series of cuts and bruises all over your body."

"Yikes." Dean said, not seeming to care much at all.

Castiel cocked his head again, making Dean's stomach tingle. He hopes it was from the crash.

"Why do you not care about how injured you are?"

His blue eyes stared at him, intense and full of concern.

Dean blushed.

"I... I, uhm..., I just..."

Just then there was a knock on the wall of the doorway.

Thank Christ for Sammy.

"Hey, bro." Dean smiled in his brother's direction.

Castiel turned around, grinned, and nodded.

"Hello, Sam. Would you like to speak to your brother while I discuss this-" he held up the clipboard "with some of the other doctors?"

"Yeah, sure." Sam said, rubbing his neck.

Castiel left the room in a flash, and Sam made his way to Dean's bedside.

"Dean, are you okay? Do you hurt? I should have never let you go out, I'm so sorry." Sam's eyes almost started to well up as he choked on his words.

"Hey, hey, hey, Nancy. No chick flick moments. I'm fine."

Sam breathed out, trying to contain himself.

"What happened to my car?"

Sam froze. Not a good sign.

"Oh God, no. It isn't..."

"It's... totaled."

It was Dean's turn to tear up, now.

"My baby... it's gone."

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean couldn't speak, he just shook his head to signal "it's-not-your-fault"

Castiel was back in the room again.

"Sam, will you please come speak with me, now?"

"Yeah. Later, bro."

Dean sighed as they left.

"I'm so fucked."