Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the characters. I also have no extensive knowledge of the medical field, or about law offices.
All mistakes are mine.
Enjoy!
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Dean blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright light around him. It smelled clean, too clean. His mind was foggy. Where was he?
"Thank God you are awake!" a familiar voice said.
His brother Sam's blurry face soon came into focus. He looked both concerned and frightened.
"Hey Sammy" Dean managed to mumble out. "Where the hell am I?"
"At the hospital….do you not remember what happened?"
Dean gave him a blank stare.
"You were in a car accident. Some guy decided it was a great idea to drink his body weight in alcohol and then drive home. You were hit pretty hard. Concussion, broken ribs, nasty gash to your head and arm. Twenty-eight stiches later, here you are." Sam gave him another once over. "Do you remember now?"
Dean closed his eyes. The last thing he remembers was working late. He had to get his report out ASAP, and was forced to do an almost all nighter. Once It got to be 3:30am, he called it quits to get some sleep.
Suddenly, he remembered bright lights, a sickening crash, and sirens in the distance.
"Yeah, I think I can piece together what happened." Dean ran his hand over his forehead. His head was wrapped in gauze, and he felt the beginning of a major headache start up.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. A tall, middle aged doctor made her way to the bed.
"Mr. Winchester, I am glad to see that you are awake. You gave us a little scare. My name is Dr. Mills." The woman said.
"Uh…Hi." Dean couldn't find the energy to say anything more.
"How are you feeling?" Dr. Mills asked "Any nausea, headache, pain in your back or limbs?"
"I can feel a massive headache coming on, but other than that I feel ok. How long have I been out for?"
"Two days. You do have a pretty serious concussion, so that is most likely the cause of your headache. I will go ahead and order you some more pain meds. Do you remember what happened?"
"Umm, I remember working late, then on my way home I got hit by some bright lights, a loud crash, and then it's pretty much lights out." Dean was really hoping for some of those pain meds, his head felt like a balloon ready to burst.
"That is normal" Dr. Mills said "Like I said, you hit your head pretty hard. You may experience some memory loss, change in personality, frequent headaches. But nothing too out of the ordinary. I am going to have you stay the night tonight, and then you should be able to head on home tomorrow. I would suggest taking it easy these next few days. From what your brother had told me, you can be a bit of a workaholic." She gave him a small smirk. "If you can pull yourself away from the office for a few days, do it. If not, then please take it easy. I will make sure the nurse leaves my contact information in your discharge papers. If you notice anything out of the ordinary, or have any questions, please do not hesitate to call me."
Dr. Mills gave him a warm smile, and said she would be back in a couple of minutes with his pain medication.
Sam thanked her, and she left without another word.
Dean laid back, and covered his eyes with his hand. "Man, I might just have to take her up on that suggestion of taking a few days off. I feel like I could pass out at any moment."
Sam stared at him like he had just grown two heads. Not hearing a response, Dean removed one of his hands to glance at Sam.
"What?" He sat up a little more in his bed "What's wrong Sammy?"
Sam shook his head. "You're serious? YOU are going to take some time off work? Mr. Bad Ass Boss, I need to stay in the office as much as possible, not have a life, and take it out on others?"
Dean stared at him. "Well, if the doctor thinks I should take some time off, I think I should. At least a day. Hell, we both work at the same place, you can always check to make sure things are going a-ok!"
Dean was referring to the law office that he and Sam owned. Winchester & Winchester was their baby that they worked their asses off to open. Dean and Sam were both partners of the firm. There were several associates the worked beneath them, as well as many paralegals and their own secretaries.
Sam was confused. This sounded like a completely different Dean. The Dean he knew was a testy man, always at the office. Yelling orders to his team, running his secretary to the ground, and complaining nonstop. That Dean would never consider taking a minute off work.
He brushed it off for now. Dr. Mills did say that there could be temporary memory loss/personality change. Maybe this was just that.
Dean soon dosed off, and Sam left, telling the nurse to let him know when to be by to pick up Dean. His Impala was at Bobby's getting fixed, so Dean would need a ride.
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Two days later, Dean found himself in his apartment. He decided he was going to head back to work tomorrow, so he was sifting through his massive email inbox. Most were from his secretary, informing him of meetings with clients, phone conferences, and a few reports that he has asked him to write up. He answered as many as he could before taking a break.
As he was making himself lunch, he looked around, his apartment looked bland. He thought to himself that he should redecorate a bit.
In the midst of his daydream, his phone rang. He looked at the name on the screen and answered immediately.
"Hey Castiel, what can I do for you?" he said to his secretary.
"Uhh, hi Mr. Winchester…umm, I-I'm so sorry for interrupting you while you are recovering. S-Sam mentioned that you are going to be back tomorrow, and I normally would not have bothered you, but I-I…"
"Cas, get to the point, what's up man? Something wrong with the Hernandez case? I just read the report, it looked great."
Cas hesitated a moment. "Um, no. I-I was just wondering if I would be able to come in a little late tomorrow? I had to reschedule my doctor's appointment, and the only time they had open was tomorrow morning at ten. I can be at the office by noon! I am so, so sorry. I can stay late every day this week, I will do more reports for you, whatever, I am so sorry!"
Dean held his phone away from his ear, wincing at the increase in volume. "Whoa, Cas, don't worry about it. It is not a big deal at all. I will see you at noon, and if you need to come in later, just shoot me a text."
"Really?" Castiel sounded shocked.
"Yeah, take your time man. Listen, I have to get back to my mountain of emails, I will see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Y-Yes Mr. Winchester. Thank you so much."
"Not a problem"
With that, Dean hung up and went back to his laptop. He had to get his things ready for work tomorrow.
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Castiel sat staring at his phone. Had that really just happened?
"Well, what did he say?" Castiel's brother, Gabriel asked.
"H-He said it was ok, and if I needed to come in even later, then that was ok as well." Castiel was stunned. That was not his boss he just got done talking to. His boss would have yelled at him, told him how a good employee would not need to call in, told him he needed to work extra hours…he would have not liked him calling in late.
"Well, then I guess you didn't need me after all!" Gabriel said. Castiel had asked him to stop by while he called Dean, incase Dean did not allow him to come in late. Gabriel knew how important this appointment was to him, and he was not afraid to stand up to the eldest Winchester.
Gabriel worked at Winchester and Winchester as well. He was a paralegal, but he mostly worked with Sam. The few times he worked with Dean, there had been loud fights, and punches were almost thrown. Gabriel and Dean butted heads constantly; he was not afraid to tell Dean how he felt. That is why Castiel asked him to stop by.
"Yeah, I guess you didn't need to." Castiel was still staring at his phone.
"Well bro, I gotta go. Please, please let me know how the appointment goes tomorrow. Oh, and you still owe me that caramel macchiato, for stopping by! Extra sweet, extra whipped cream, and tell them to not skimp on that delicious caramel drizzle!" With that, Gabriel was gone, exiting out of Castiel's apartment.
Castiel watched him exit, and then put his phone down. What was going on with his boss? I guess he will see tomorrow.
He went to prep his bag for work, it was going to be a long day tomorrow.