"Sammy, you're going to do fine." Dean soothed over the phone, "Ask Jess. Even she thinks you're going to get the job."
"But Dean, what if I answer a question incorrectly? This is the best law firm in California. There are thousands of applicants and only one is chosen." Sam exclaims. Dean sighs and opens the door to the Cafeteria.
He takes his wallet out and notice's his mother's photo, "Remember what mom used to say?" Dean asked.
"Angels are watching over you." They say in unison.
"You need a break, Sam. Put those books away and watch some porn. Do anything but reading those goddamn books." Dean said as he feeds the vending machine the second time, "Damnit, just take my money you son of a bitch." He mumbles
"Sure, I'll take you money." Sam laughs.
"Shut up, bitch." Dean grumbles, "I don't need your sass too."
"Woah, Dean. Maybe you need to watch porn. What happened?"
"Nothing much. My boss just told me that there is a new diagnostics doctor and he's my responsibility. I don't even know who it is. It's someone called Castiel Novak." Dean stresses out. "Not like I have other things to take care of."
"Well, just ask her that you don't want to take that responsibility because it isn't in your contract." Sam says as he types away on his laptop.
"I can't… Finally! Hello Triple Chocolate Bar…" Dean exclaims.
"You can't ask her? Why? And you need to eat an apple or something. Set an example for your patients." He scolds.
"Don't tell me what to eat Mr. 'Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich.' Dean mocks.
"We already had this conversation, jerk. It's better than licorice and popcorn."
"Woah, no, are—"
"Dean, just tell me what happened with your boss." Sam cuts off.
"I somewhat slept with her." Dean quickly says.
"What!?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know, Sam. I shouldn't have done that." Dean said as he sits down near an empty table. "I was drunk, she was drunk, and it was the Hospital New Year Party. And I told you to lay off the books, what the hell did you need to type while we were talking?"
"I googled Dr. Castiel Novak." Sam smirked.
"Why are you so amused?" Dean forced with a full mouth.
"It's just funny how you get to babysit the only openly gay doctor from Seattle Mercy Hospital."
"Wait, what?"
Dean tosses the chocolate bar wrapper to the nearest trashcan, only to hit someone's leg.
"Sorry, man. I was aiming for the—" Dean stops midsentence when he sees those bright blue eyes again. "I-um…trashcan."
The man picks up the wrapper and tosses it in the can for Dean.
"Dr. Novak, the patient's throat closed up during the MRI due to an allergic reaction to gadolinium." A frantic female voice calls from beside the dark-haired man. He nods to Dean and quickly walks away with the other doctor.
"Dean? Dean. Oh, come on, are you even listening?" Sam annoyingly calls from the other line.
"W-what?" Dean stammers.
"Dude, you okay? You sound like a love-struck teenager."
"Uh…"
"Hot girl"
"What? No."
"So… hot guy?"
"Uh… yeah."
"The hot guy? The one you ran into this morning?"
"Yep."
"Focus Dean. He could be a patient, remember you almost got in trouble with that amnesia girl, what was her name? Right, Lisa."
"I don't think that's a problem here." Dean smirks.
"Dean, I'm completely lost."
"He is Dr. Castiel Novak. I think I'm going to introduce myself."
"Dean, no. You are not—"
Dean hangs up on Sam and follows the two doctors
Castiel enters the patient's room and sees that Ash and Gadreel have done a tracheotomy.
"I leave for a few minutes and you almost kill the patient? I'm not a babysitter." He jokes to his team, "We are going need to find another way to figure out what wrong with her. Ash, has she been experiencing more symptoms?"
"Other than her former symptoms, nothing…could it be cerebral vasculitis?"
"Get a biopsy to confirm and you get doctor of the day." Castiel says as he hastily walks out the door right into the green-eyed man.
"We really need to meet in different circumstances." He chuckles. "Dr. Dean Winchester, Head of Surgery. You must be Dr. Castiel Novak."
Castiel extends his arm and shakes Dean's hand. "Nice to finally meet the man who is going to be babysitting me."
"I wouldn't call it babysitting, more like supervising." He laughs. "Do you need any help with this case, doctor?" Dean leans against the doorway staring at Castiel with glassy eyes. Dean licks his lips as he examines the man's features.
"Other than an approval of a brain biopsy on this woman, I don't need any help from a supervisor." Castiel smirks as he realizes that the doctor is checking him out.
"Uh, yeah. Dr. Novak, I don't think that would be a good idea." Ash interrupts from behind him. "Since she just went through an allergic reaction, it would be unwise to do anything invasive."
"Excuse me Dr. Winchester, I have a patient to take care of. "
Castiel turns around ready to follow Ash back into the patient's room as Dean grabs his left shoulder enabling him from moving forward. Hannah and Ash were discussing the case in one of the corners of the room and Gadreel was looking at the patient's monitor. Dean takes a step closer and moves his hand down to Castiel's lower back.
"Meet me in the on-call room in 15, the one you crashed into me for the first time, and I'll show you what a supervisor does." Dean deeply whispers into Castiel's ear.
Castiel's breath hitches and all of his nerve endings were firing. Before he could say anything, the hand from his lower back disappeared along with the man behind me. Gadreel raises his eyebrows and tries to hide a smile. Fuck. Castiel reaches up to his ear and rubs where Dean's lips had touched. He thinks he can waltz in here and win dominance; I'll have to teach Dr. Winchester his place, Castiel scoffs to himself. After one last touch of his ear, and moves quickly to find a solution for the patient.