Hey everyone,

Back again for chapter 2, please tell me if I'm moving too fast with this fic, it would be much obliged!

Enjoy!

Dean was in pain. His eyes were watering, his hands were shaking and he had no idea where in the hell he was.

He tried to remember what happened to make him feel like this, but all he could remember was the confusion...and the fear. Next to him, a robotic beeping noise wouldn't let up, and every other second it would go off without fail. A while ago - maybe a day? a week? He didn't remember, he tried to turn it off, but only had success in falling flat on his face, making a loud smacking sound on the cold, plastic floor and loosing his consciousness once again. He wasn't in the mood to make the same mistake, so he stayed put. Dean groaned, moving his hand past his throbbing nose and up to his eyes, rubbing them lightly to restore some type of vision - and he succeeded. The more he rubbed the further he could make out his surroundings. A hospital. He was in a hospital. When was the last time he got this luxury? When Sammy broke his arm and had to get a cast? When Dad...Dad.

'He's going to kill me' Dean spoke, his voice hoarse.

'No one's going to kill you here' Said a voice out of nowhere. Dean jumped up, throwing his hands forward in an attempt to block himself from whoever was there, and in his mind, whoever was trying to hurt him.

'Woah, kid calm down' suddenly hands were on him, pushing him back down. Dean was confused, and with each weak, feeble attempt at a punch he tried to throw at the mystery assilant, the more painful they became.

'Who the hell are you?!' Dean spat, his eyes once again adjusting to see a man infront of him. He had beautiful blue eyes and was wearing an...an apron?

'I'm Castiel, now please can you calm down? You're going to hurt yourself.' Dean slowly obliged, trusting the man's grip on his shoulder as he slunk back down, exhausted and in far more pain than before.

'How did I get here...and who actually are you?' Dean faced the man - Castiel - as he began to sit down by his bed, rubbing the short stubble on his face.

'I found you in an alley, behind The Old Bank bar. You were in a bad state so I called an ambulance. I work there - I think I remember you in there earlier the previous day, you had quite the drinking game going on.' Castiel smiled at Dean, a warm smile, one that made Dean feel safe.

'I don't...man, I don't remember that...' Dean rubbed at his eyes again and accidentaly hit his swollen nose - causing him to hiss in pain.

'Please be careful...'

'Dean' He interjected as he continued to feel around his nose, his mouth miming an intricate amount of swear words as he massaged around the edges.

'Dean. Please be careful Dean. I wouldn't think that you would remember what happened, you were unconscious when I found you, if I didn't check I would've guessed you were dead.' Dean saw worry plastered on the man's face, and felt the worry radiating off of his.

'Hey Castiel - Cas, has anyone come to-' Dean was cut off by shouting from down the hall. He looked over to his door, and then back to Castiel.

'Nevermind...I think that answered my question. Could you tell the receptionist that it's cool they come in?' Dean looked at Castiel and gave him a classic Winchester smirk as Cas rose to his feet, looking questionably at the boy. Dean's eyes looked scared, like his mask couldn't reach above his nose.

'I'll make sure you know them. What do they look like?' Dean laughed at the question, which made Cas tilt his head to the side. He looked like a puppy, Dean thought, as his laugh turned into full throttle coughing.

'It's them alright, you'd be able to hear them from miles away.' Dean watched as Castiel walked out of the room, back straight and shoes squeaking on the plastic floor. His smile dropped slightly, as pain bubbled around his body.

Cas walked out of the room, noting the number before walking down the hall towards the shouting, which appeared to be getting louder every second. As he closed the distance betweeen himself and the reception area, he was able to see two very angry men, and a nervous, almost panicked boy.

'No, no, NO! What do I have to say to make you understand? HE IS MY SON. HE HAS TO BE HERE. WE'VE SCOURED EVERY. OTHER. HOSPITAL IN THIS GODDAMN STATE!' One of the men, the taller one with messy black hair shouted at the now terrified receptionist. The other man was slightly shorter, with a wirey brown beard and a muddy baseball cap. The person who most caught his eye was the kid. He looked around 14, and had a huge mop of hair, covering the most part off his face.

'S-sir, I'm sorry but we have no one in under the name Dean Sullivan. I'm afraid you'll have to loo-'

'You're looking for Dean? He's in room 702.' Cas walked up to the tallest man who, he was sure, had a bite worse than his bark.

'Why the hell do you know where my son is? You put him in here?' John advanced towards Cas, his fist raised. Cas looked towards the shorter, bearded man for assistance, his back slowly edging its way towards the wall behind him. Luckily for Cas, the shorter man didn't have time for this.

'John, stop with that. We know where Dean is - hell I wouldn't care if a serial killer came to tell us the good news - follow the guy.' The bearded man nodded at Cas to lead the way, and followed in behind him, the receptionist gladly allowing them through.

I hope this chapter isn't too short andI hope you enjoyed! The next chapter should be published in hopefully a couple of days.

Thank you!