"I want remind you know that I did not hire you because you are my brother but that your resume is better than the other diagnostic doctors who applied." The redhead behind the rustic oak desk said. She passes a few papers across the desk, "I hope you had enough time to understand and accept the terms of our contracts, especially the fact that you will have to get permission from the head of surgery for any of your treatments that are invasive. He is the one doctor you will have to be in the best terms with. I really hope you understand that, Castiel, this hospital needs a better diagnosis department and you are the only salvation."
He takes a pen and places the tip right next to the red 'x'. "I get to pick my team, right?" he says with a deep voice.
"Yes, yes." Anna impatiently ushers.
"Great." Castiel smirks and signs the parchment.
Anna stands up and passes a lab coat to Castiel and signals him to follow him out of the office. She walks up to the front desk to figure out the last of the paperwork. Lawrence Memorial Hospital wasn't the ideal place to move from Seattle Mercy Hospital but Castiel needed a change of scenery. More like, he needed to get out of the grip that Michael and Raphael had on him. Thankfully, Dad had convinced Anna to look at his resume.
"Castiel!" A stern voice snaps Castiel back to reality. "You need to stop that spacing out if you are going to work with a team. They won't be able to hear your thoughts, you know? Never mind that, here is your first case. Get to work, show me I have chosen the right doctor for the job." Anna collects another file from the nurse and walks away.
"What about my team?" He calls after her.
"There are five candidates in your office, pick three of them. Don't mess up." She begs. "Please, please don't mess it up here."
A beeping noise wakes Dean out of his slumber. He unclips the pager from his waistband and groans.
"What do I need to do to get a few minutes of sleep here?" Dean mumbles as he rubs his eyes.
Stumbling out of the springy, cheep, on-call room bed he opens the door to the lively hospital. Please let me only have simple cases today, Dean pleads to the universe. The on-call room was the only place he would feel like he was in complete serenity. He walks out of the door way and a man crashes into him dropping a pile of papers on the floor.
"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." Dean says as he helps pick up the files off the floor. Dean looks up to face the most intense cyan colored eyes staring back at him. "I-uh-your papers." Dean forces out.
The man just stares at him as he takes the papers from his hands, avoiding skin contact. His hair was the color of the darkest and richest coffee grounds and slightly wild, like he'd just get out of bed. Dean mentally slaps himself for checking out the man in front of him. He might as well be his future patient; who knows."Thank you." The man's voice was deep and caramel-like. Dean couldn't move. He was frozen; heartbeat was racing, blood pressure was rising, and Dean felt like his chest would explode at anytime.
Beep Beep. Dean's pager goes off breaking the eye contact. He steps backwards and shuffles off to the elevator avoiding extra awkward moments with the blue-eyed man.
Castiel watches as the doctor shuffles away to the elevator. He had emerald-green eyes that had a certain glow and freckles spread out over his nose and cheeks Castiel could play connect-the-dots with. Castiel smirks and thinks to himself, I'm going to have fun working here. After a long look at the elevator doors, he turns around crashing head first into someone.
"Easy there brother," A familiar voice sooths. Castiel looks up and smiles at the face from the past.
"Gadreel, it's nice to see you again. I see you have come back from your trip." Castiel greets with pleasure.
"Not here, brother. I'll tell you about imprisonment in China some other time. Right now, you need to pick your team." Gadreel whispers and passes him a hundred dollar bill. "This for the bet I lost against you. Looks like Metatron was idiotic enough to get himself locked away on murder charges."
"Oh, I've missed you, brother." Castiel pulls Gadreel into a hug. "So, show me the candidates."
Gadreel motions him to follow him into a joint office space. There were four nervous doctors fidgeting with their clipboards and staring each other down. They looked like a flock of ducks ready to be…sent to a better place. Castiel slaps the file on to the table getting everyone's attention.
"One…two…three…four…" Castiel counts off. "Either I have forgotten the number system or Anna has, I was supposed to have five doctors waiting here."
Gadreel taps Castiel's shoulders, "I'm the fifth doctor." He states.
"Oh! Great. Gadreel is in." Castiel says with a smile. The other four doctors mumble to themselves. "Do you have a problem with my employment decisions?" He mocks.
"Well, he is your brother and it is completely unfair. You picked him because you have a brotherly bias towards him while the other doctors here are well qualified. No one even knows where Doctor Gadreel has been for five years." A snarky female voice says.
"What's your name?" Castiel questions.
"Lilith."
"Well, Lilith. I don't like your tone. The door is over there—I hope you can show yourself out."
Lilith scowls, "You're going to regret this." She says as she drags one other doctor with her. "Let's go, he's obviously not going to pick you."
"Thank you! Made my team build itself." Castiel yells out the doorway. "So, I'd like to know the names of the doctors I'm going to be working with."
Gadreels steps up, "This is Dr. Hannah Spencer and Dr. Ash Miles."
"Damn, you showed her, man." Ash says. He sits down in of the chairs and places his feet on the table.
"Ash! Feet off the table." Hannah exclaims.
"It's not like he minds." Ash turns his head to Castiel, "You don't mind, do you?"
"No it's fine." Castiel dismisses and slides the file across the table. "A kindergarten teacher named Robin Adler became dysphasic, collapses on the floor and experiences multiple seizures. Let's see how good you guys are."