A/N: Another un-betaed (don't hate me)


Chapter Two: Not So Bad

Dean silently cursed his brother to go bald (or at least have his mop cut) as he drove out of the city to his nice apartment complex. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again and willed his headache to pass to Sam. Castiel had been quiet for most of the ride, watching the city fade away with a blank expression, except to ask Dean about his work and mention something about how convenient the apartment would be for him and his job. Once they pulled into the roofed parking lot, Dean got out with a huff and Castiel followed silently, maybe even cautiously, with his wings tucked close to him. Was he nervous? Dean tossed that thought into the trash and kept walking into the hotel-like building to the elevators where he pressed the button to take them to the fourth floor.

"You live high up." It wasn't much of a question, but Dean answered anyway.

"Old habits die hard, I guess." He said with a smirk and a shrug as he thought of some of the bird-like habits he had found himself indulging in, most of all making a nest of his own high off the ground. They reached the door to his apartment and Dean invited him in and when Castiel just (anxiously?) stood in the doorway Dean finally faced him. "Come on in," he said with a smile and a gesture to the sofa "just give me a minute and we'll talk about you possibly rooming here." Dean turned on his heel with a quick glance at his watch: pill time. Dean quickly downed his medication with a large gulp of water and returned to the living room where Castiel was curiously inspecting the fridge. "What are you doing?" Castiel's wings fluttered as he stood up sharply with the same blank look on his face.

"You don't have any foods that would suggest that you were trying to fit a sort of prescribed diet, your home smells like you, but not in an overbearing sense, you don't seem to be emitting any scents, oils, or any obvious gestures from your wings which would usually occur from an omega when an un-mated alpha is present. So, you are taking medication, might I ask what kind?" Dean's mouth opened and closed like a fish before he could find his words. Strangely he didn't feel anger rise, but confusion.

"Right, you're a doctor." Dean rubbed a hand across his face and combed through his hair. "Do me a favor and don't assess my life, alright-"

"I don't mean to offend you." Castiel quickly interrupted with a tone that sounded genuine enough to make Dean listen. "I'm just looking at this from a doctor's position, if you'd like, I could help with arranging your medication so that you don't get headaches-"

"Alright! Just stop using your all-seeing doctor eyes on me." He ranted as he strode to his room to get the three out of four bottles of pills he opened each day and tossed them to Castiel, who had finally taken a seat on the sofa. He wanted to ask how Castiel knew about the headaches, but decided to avoid another soul-searching stare from the dark-winged man.

"No birth-control?" Castiel rose a knitted brow as he studied the bottles' prescription labels with semi-intense focus. Dean made a noise and a curse under his breath as he grabbed the fourth bottle and just barely stopped himself from chucking it at Castiel's head. He plopped down on the second sofa, adjacent to the first, facing the TV and wishing that he didn't have to watch how much he drank when taking his med, because he could really use a beer right about now. "Hm... these are very strong, nearly lethal." Castiel started after a moment of examination for the medication, before he turned his gaze on Dean again, great.

"Yeah, Cas, you'll find I'm not like most omegas." Dean smiled, but it held no joy and was painfully tight, as he turned around Castiel's words hoping to piss him off for making Dean have to re-confront his huge bodily issues. Castiel took no offense though and continued to voice his thoughts in monotone.

"If you only take half a pill of this," he holds up the only blue bottle. "instead of a whole pill, then you should have less cranial stress from the hormone blocking effects of the medicine, but you should probably come see me at the hospital so I can give you a full re-examination and a more adequate prescription." he stated with eyes that were obviously scolding Dean for not telling anyone about his headaches sooner. Dean snorted and looked away from the stare, a little shocked that he wasn't even angry anymore. The guy might one nosy sonofabitch, but he meant no harm, held up his professional atmosphere, and seemed like he honestly just wanted to help Dean with his meds.

"Help me out with this and you can stay." Dean blurted through the awkward silence as he willed his wings to stay perfectly still although they seemed to very much want to curve toward the darker man's raven-like attachments. He didn't exactly regret what he said, not when it made Castiel give his small genuine smile, but it made Dean feel a little uneasy as he thought about the repercussions of now living with an alpha.

"Thank you, Dean."

"Yeah, yeah. Now can you arrange my new meds so that I can have a damn beer at some point during the day?" Then Castiel actually laughed, a low sound, but enough to make Dean laugh again. This just might work out.