Castiel stared at his wardrobe for a good three hours before finally deciding on black jeans, a white shirt and a waistcoat with a tie. It took him another hour to take a shower, shave and dry his hair.

First day of work.

He was visibly shaking from nerves.

Working in a hospital again.

Castiel took a deep breath and straightened his tie once more, just to be sure.

He'd been a nurse for ten years; he could get through this. The next day is always the hardest.

He took the subway to work, figuring it would be faster than any cab in the morning traffic, jumped off a street early and walked down to the nearest coffee stand. While he waited, he read through his emails. He grabbed the coffee, thanked the server and went to walk away.

"Hey, Buddy. You okay?" Said a voice from behind him, startling him. He spun around, dropping half his files onto the floor. Immediately, he bent down to pick them up and stumbled into the chest of a tall man who steadies him.

"Hi, yeah, sorry. I just-sorry." He babbled, trying not to blush over his words. He looked at the gorgeous guy who smiled at him. Short brown hair, slight stubble around his chin, freckled lightly but oh god, his eyes were the purest green. Bright green.

"Sorry. I'm a little nervous." Castiel admitted, running his free hand over his hair. Shit! That would ruin the brushed look he'd wanted. Great, coffee splashed, organised, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. Today, Castiel was going to make a fantastic first impression.

"I'm not that intimidating, am I?" The guy replied, smiling a little. He run his gaze from Castiel's hand in his hair, all the way down him in a way that made Castiel want to hide. Truthfully, he was intimidating. He was easily the tallest person in the coffee shop, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that was a little tight but revealed his muscular arms.

Castiel had never seen someone so toned that wasn't on a fitness commercial. Instead, he shook his head.

"Starting a new job today." He admitted, checking his watch. Okay, he had enough time for pleasantries before he had to rush off.

"Here?" The guy replied, seeing the papers.

"McClaurens Hospital. Across the street." He went to point and almost knocked over his coffee.

"Really, you'll work there?"

"Mm, a nurse." He was used to people assuming he was a Doctor and it bothered him.

"Do you have a specialised field?"

"Oncology. Mostly." Cancer. He'd taken an interest to the field when he was younger.

"Oh." The guy said and then smirked a little, "I'm Dean Winchester."

"Castiel Novak." He said, trying to shake Dean's hand but deciding another accident might not be worth the hassle. Dean didn't seem like the shaking hands type.

"Interesting name."

"I come from an interesting family." He replied automatically, cringing. He'd always been weirded out by his name. Why couldn't his parents have named him something simple like Dean?

"Angel, right?" Dean said in interest.

"Are you religious?" He looked for a cross necklace. No one recognised his name.

"Nope. Just watch too much TV. My brother is though."

"You have a brother?"

Dean's smile dropped a little. "Yeah, Sammy. Good kid."

Castiel got the feeling that there was more to that but, unfortunately, he didn't have the time to ask.

"Look, I've got to go." he said, gesturing to his files. A few of his patients would be transferring to the new hospital(as requested) for him to continue. "Thanks, for everything."

Dean picked up the files, "Come on. Least I can do is make sure these get there."

Castiel hesitated before telling him that that was unnecessary. "It's fine."

"I insist. Can't have you being late and missing documents on your first day. I'm heading that way anyway."

While Castiel gathered up the last of his papers, threw most of his coffee away and tidying himself up a little, Dean collected his papers. Castiel saw him open the file but didn't wish to tell him not to read them. Technically, these didn't have any vital information on. They were mostly his notes, signatures for procedures. Everything was done digitally nowadays.

They walked up the street together and Dean was happy enough to ask Castiel about his job.

"How long have you been a nurse?"

"Nine years, going on ten."

Turned out that Dean was the manager of the coffee shop across the street. He'd opened up the shop twelve years ago after he left school with his Dad and carried on the business.

"Do you like working there?"

"It's been a little worse, since Dad left but it's nice. I choose my hours, I get to meet people, learnt to decorate cakes once. Fussy shit that was."

"Your Dad left?"

He shrugged, crossing the road, "About a year back now. Selfish bastard." He shot Castiel a glance, "Sorry."

"Don't. Dad issues are nothing new. My Dad's an alcoholic deadbeat." He'd been raised by his older brothers.

"Sorry to hear that. Least you turned out okay." Castiel didn't have the energy to deny this. He was exhausted and he hadn't even began his day yet.

"I'm sorry for pulling you away from work." Castiel said when they reached the gates.

"I was heading this way anyway." Dean repeated and he gestured inside. "Better get going, you'll be late." Castiel nodded, a little sadly. Not that he was expecting anything. He wanted Dean to ask for his number or at least tell him to pop down to the coffee shop whenever he liked. But no. Castiel needed to learn not to expect too much. Or anything, in fact.

"Bye." Castiel said and he headed off inside, taking the papers from Dean as he went, "And thanks."

Dean waved him goodbye and waited for Castiel to get inside before even moving. Castiel headed over to the desk and signed in. Someone came down to meet him. His boss- Dr. Crowley- greeted him and told him to begin by filing away his patients. He sat down at a borrowed desk and opening the file on top. The inside cover of the file was scribbled on. He held it up to the dim light.

ROOM 21C- ONCOLOGY DEPARTMENT.

Castiel looked for Dean's explanation on the other side. Confused, he opened up the computer and typed in his newly assigned password. It took him a minute to find patient files and the right room. He opened up the file. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.

PATIENT'S NAME- SAMUEL WINCHESTER.

Winchester? He scrolled down until he got to the emergency contact details. There was just one.

DEAN WINCHESTER
RELATION- BROTHER

He closed the tab and took a deep breath. The first day is always the hardest.

AN- Hello. First chapter. More Destiel next chapter. I don't have a beta so all mistakes made are my own and I'm sorry for them. Happy reading. 3