Smash, Cas and Love

AU

Cas is a paramedic, Dean is an unfortunate patient. Could this be love?

Dean opened his eyes painfully. The world around him was fuzzy. Why so fuzzy? He slowly twisted his head to the passenger seat of his baby (his '67 Impala) and was startled to find his big, burly, baby brother out for the count next to him, with shards of glass in his face and arms, running rivulets of blood down his body. Dean was quietly panicking, unable to remember what had happened and just what the hell happened to his baby. Dean soon realized he was pinned and abandoned his attempts of moving, instead trying to crane his neck to see where the baby crying was coming from. In horror, Dean saw a sight in his backseat that was enough to give him nightmares for a year. Jess, Sammy's wife was laying protectively over the baby seat in the back. Her neck had a long sliver of glass sticking out of it, and she had bruises, but the baby seemed to be okay, with only a slight cut on it's knee. Vaguely, Dean remembered Sam's insistence that they travel altogether to the baby's christening, and what seemed like a tank hitting the car, and with tears starting to slowly leak out of his eyes, he realized it was all his fault.

Castiel was sitting in the passenger seat of an ambulance, clutching his bag with a grim feeling. The call had come over the radio about a cattle truck that ran a red light smashing into a black Chevrolet Impala, which had two men, a woman and a baby inside. Castiel had seen enough idiot truck drivers drinking on the job that had been careless enough to kill their victims, and the occupants would not have much hope.

Dean could hear the sirens blaring as he sat there, feeling numb. I just killed Sammy's family, Dean thought. Suddenly there was a panicked voice half-yelling at him from outside the door. Some… truck driver maybe? This stranger was seriously freaked, kept running his hands through his hair and taking off his baseball cap and throwing it to the ground. Dean took no more notice as he saw two paramedics run towards the car. One had light brown hair and strange hazel-y eyes, and the other had scruffy, unkempt black "sex-hair" and electric blue eyes. Both didn't look happy. Dean decided this would be a good time for a nap.

"White male, in his 30's? Gold-brown hair, green eyes, approximately 6foot 1. Severe head trauma, lacerations to face. Passengers: white male, 20's, black hair, blue-green eyes, 6foot 5 at least. Woman, mid-twenties, severe laceration to the neck, apparent unconsciousness. Baby- severe head wounds. Request backup immediately. Woman and baby in danger" Cas rattled off into his radio.

"Gabe! You got the male passenger?"

"Yeah he's fine, he's coming to now… Shit", Gabe cursed.

Dread filled Castiel's stomach. "What?"

Gabe swallowed. "This guy and the woman both have wedding rings. Woman flung herself over the baby. Cas… we've got a family here. On the way to a christening, by the looks of all this white".

Grief overwhelmed Castiel. He could still see-

"Castiel! Come on bro, the driver!"

That snapped him to his senses. He swiftly pulled apart the door and was stunned to find Dean Winchester, owner of Winchester Automotive- his garage sticker was currently on the bumper of their ambulance. Coincidences, Cas thought. A real bitch. Fate is cruel.

"Dean? Hey, Dean can you hear me?"

Dean slowly opened one eye to a startlingly beautiful man, with eyes as blue as the ocean.

"Hey there, Dean" The beautiful man smiled.

"Sammy… Jess… Baby"

"They're… okay. Dean my name is Castiel, and this is my stepbrother Gabriel," Castiel explained. He had to keep Dean conscious.

Dean frowned. "That's… hard. Castieel?" Dean tried.

"C-a-s-t-i-e-l."

"How about… Cas? Why the weird-ass names?" Dean yawned.

Cas snickered. "They're biblical."

"Oh. Did you know… you're kindof beautiful?"

Dean heard Cas's belly laughter as he saw the stretcher, then nothing.