Dr. Dean Winchester was a child oncologist who loved his job as much as he loved his pie and his Baby. He loved the little kids who came to him with all his heart and it made him sad when they didn't make it into adulthood or even to their teens. It killed him inside when he had to tell a parent that their precious little baby wouldn't have a long time to live. He cried with the families when a child died because Dean Winchester firmly believed that family doesn't end in blood, and every little kid that came through the doors of his hospital automatically became his family. He would do everything, absolutely everything, to make sure they lived a long and healthy life. But Cancer was a bitch so he also made sure all his little babies had the happiest last days of their short lives.

Every morning that Dean came into the hospital, he would bring with him a few boxes of donuts to give among the kids who were there and a lot of decent coffee for the parents who stayed awake all night with their children. The child oncology department was a huge, close knit family of its own that all the other doctors looked up to. It was a safe place for all the families who ever came there and Dr. Winchester made sure to make it feel like a home away from home.

Dean was the best doctor in the field in the entire state so his services were quite in demand. Every morning he would reach the hospital around 7am with gifts for his patients and their families in the form of food. He would go over the vitals of all his patients and take care of his appointments for the day. Then he would make his rounds, sitting with all the kids one by one, talking to them and making them laugh. After lunch, he would gather the kids around him and read them stories, while the slightly elder kids would do what they wanted. After story time the children would take a nap as he looked over other stuff like paperwork. He would sit with the families of the children and tell them about the treatment and how it was going. By 11pm he'd get ready to go back home and by 12 he'd be in bed. His phone was always by his side so that whenever he was on leave or at home, he'd still be on call. On such occasions when he wasn't in the hospital, another child oncologist, Dr. Jessica Moore, would always be on call. Jess always told him to go home early or take a vacation but with only two doctors, they didn't have time for that.

That morning started out no different. Dean went to the hospital with a shit ton of donuts and coffee to give among the patients and their parents. Then Dean went over some of the changes since last night that Jess had recorded. All had been good over the night, not that he had been expecting many changes. He was just about to launch into some paperwork when Charlie, one of the nurses and his best friend, knocked on his door.

"Dr. Winchester, you have a call from Dr. Barnes in paediatrics. She says she has a possible Cancer case for you."

"Okay connect her through."

He talked to Dr. Barnes who was a paediatrician in the same hospital. She told him about a child with possible leukaemia, whose file she was sending over for him to look at. From what he saw, he was sure that the poor girl had some sort of Cancer but he wanted to be sure so he called the father to set up an appointment for later that day.

He then got busy with the kids until he saw an unfamiliar man standing at the door of the room. With him was a girl of about 5, who Dean guessed was the new patient and her father. He indicated to the man that he would join them in a minute as he wrapped up story time with the kids and put them to sleep.

He then joined the man in his office where he finally saw him closely and damn was that guy a Greek God.

He had eyes so blue that they could be oceans, a gaze so strong that it seemed like he could see into people's souls. His jaw could be cutting through diamonds and the slight scruff he was sporting got Dean's gears shifting. He was probably an inch or two shorter than Dean and looked to be around his mid 30s, just about the same age as Dean himself. His dark hair looked like he had been thoroughly fucked and it sent so many images to Dean's brain.

He took a deep breath to compose himself and went to introduce himself to them.

"Hello, my name is Dean Winchester. What's your name?" he asked the little girl.

"I am Claire Novak and this is my daddy Cas Novak." Claire's two front teeth were missing, giving her a slight lisp and she had a glint in her eyes, which after working with kids for so long, Dean knew meant nothing good.

"Hello Claire, nice to meet you. How are you today? Do you know why you're here?"

"Yes, I got sick so my auntie Meg told my daddy to take me to a pade- pede- paditrishan. So my daddy took me to a lady who said you are a better doctor."

"Ah yes. Did you like the lady doctor?"

"Yes she was very kind."

"Okay, where is your mommy today?" usually it was the mothers who came in with the kids the first time.

"I don't have a mommy. She said she didn't like my daddy when he said he became a bicycle." Bicycle?

Her father coughed, embarrassed and said, "That's enough Claire. I'm sure the doctor doesn't need to know of my coming out story."

Single father? Hot. Bisexual? Totally works in Dean's favour. Bitchy ex wife? Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to give her a piece of his mind for leaving him when he came out or thank her for leaving him possibly single for him. And that voice was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. Damn.

By this time, Mr. Novak looked tense, almost as if he was afraid that his sexuality would come in the way of his daughter's treatment. Dean decided to put his fears to rest.

"Mr. Novak, me as well as one of the nurses here are as gay as they come and everyone knows that. If you're afraid that your sexuality will come in the way of her treatment, rest assured, it won't happen. She will be treated just like the rest of our patients."

He visibly relaxed and nodded at Dean gratefully.

Dean continued, "Now, I would like to conduct some tests on Claire. The results should be prepared by tomorrow so I'll give you a call about it."

...

After Claire and his dad had left, Charlie came up to him and said, "Who was that beauty? Isn't he dreamy?"

"He's a guy Charlie, a bit out of your likings."

"Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I can't acknowledge beauty when I see it."

"Yeah, yeah okay. He's the parent of one of the possible new kids."

"Oooh good looking AND a parent? What's wrong with him? Please don't tell me he's a homophobe?"

"No, Charlie, he's bisexual. He's perfect." Dean sighed.

"Yeah okay don't get distracted, go do your thing with kids."

...

The next day when Claire's results came through, Dean knew he would have to call her father to tell him the news in person. It was never easy to tell a parent that their child had Cancer and he particularly didn't want to tell Cas because he didn't want him to be upset. But he had to tell him and he would rather he told Cas himself than a nurse. He called Cas and set up an appointment to meet in his office in an hour.

Cas probably already knew it was going to be bad news when Dean called him to meet without Claire, but Dean still arranged for a cup of tea to be delivered in his room when Cas came. From experience Dean knew that tea usually helped parents calm down and think rationally in these stressful situations.

Cas knocked on his door and came in looking miserable. His clothes were rumpled and his tie was twisted. He was wearing a tan trench coat which looked like it had a sentimental value, along with a work suit. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy as if he had been crying and when he spoke, his voice cracked.

"Hello Doctor. Is Claire – is she going to be alright?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Novak, Claire does have Cancer. She has Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia. It is generally the most common form of Leukaemia in children but the survival rate is also high, around 85%. Generally we would use radiotherapy or chemotherapy to treat the patient. You could have her admitted in the hospital to ensure 24 hour supervision by professionals or you could have her at home and bring her in as needed." Dean had been looking at the table as he said this, not wanting to see the heartbroken look at Mr. Novak's face but when he looked up he saw that he was trying not to cry.

Dean's heart ached for the poor man, having to tell him about his daughter.

He went around his table and wrapped his arms around the father as he began to cry. They sat like that for a while, until his tears subsided and then Mr. Novak began asking other questions. How long would the treatment take? How much would it cost? When Dean stated the price, his eyes went wide.

"How come the bills are so cheap? I don't mean they should cost more but I did expect it to cost a lot more than this."

Dean smiled a bit. A lot of parents asked the same question.

"There is a charity that collects money for the treatment of the kids so that the parents don't have to compromise on their treatment because of the lack of money. Now I really wish it was under better circumstances, Mr. Novak, but welcome to the family. You can call me Dean, no need for formalities with us. I know this is a hard time for you but if you want, you can talk to some of the other parents here, they would help you feel better maybe. I'm really sorry I can't say for sure but I'm really optimistic about your daughter's case." Dean's smile turned sad. He hated having to tell parents about their child's Cancer and no amount of experience would make it easy for him.

"In that case, Dean, please call me Cas. I'm sure you'll do your best with her." Dean loved the way his name rolled off Cas' tongue.

"Sure, Cas. Please take your time thinking how you want Claire's treatment to go and let us know. It is important that you take into consideration not only her needs but also yours."

"I'll be in touch, Dean. Take care." With that, Cas left the room, still looking a little lost and very rattled. No amount of mental preparation could have made it easier for him to know that his daughter had Cancer. Dean leaned against the door of his room and sighed as he watched Cas go. He really hoped that Claire would be fine, and not only because he was beginning to have a crush on her father, but also because it was always sad to see a child go from being an energetic bundle of joy to a weak kid in a matter of days and he always wanted his kids to survive.