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I draw in a quick breath causing my sides to burn and ache. Sitting up, my head spins and I immediately shut my eyes and lie back down in my bed. Last night was rough on my body and now I am paying for it. Reopening my eyes, I focus on the ceiling. Slowly the pounding in my head lessens and I manage to push myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. I clutch my side where I was stabbed last night, grunting at the soar pain. 'Man did I do something to my body.' I think to myself before lifting myself off my bed. My legs shake under my weight, but I somehow manage to walk. The kitchen is luckily only a few steps from the door to my room and so that means easier access to food. Turning the corner, I spot Sam already sitting at the dining table. As I shuffle into the kitchen, Sam turns my way. Matbe he won't see my pain.
"Dean? What's wrong?" I guess not.
"I am fine." I wince and that made Sam's face fill with concern.
"You are clutching your side and wincing don't tell me you are fine."
"Damn it Sammy! I am fine! My side just hurts that's all." Sam rolls his eyes and I know I was going to lose this battle, that stubborn ass.
"Why does your side hurt?" I sigh and lean on the counter with my uninjured side, facing Sammy.
"When I got jumped last night they didn't just beat me up. They took my blade and I think you can figure out the rest."
"Are you saying you got stabbed and you didn't tell me?"
"Yes Sam, I am. Now where are those damn pain killers?" I turn back to the cupboard and search through it until I find the medicine. Popping the lid off I swallow two and place the bottle back into the cabinet. Shifting around I see that Sam is still staring at me. "I know I'm adorable, but could you please quit staring it is kind of creepy." Sam's look doesn't waver and I moan. "Shit Sammy, could you please stop staring at me like that."
"Dean, I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"I am sorry I didn't tell you every detail of last night."
"I don't care about every detail, but getting stabbed is not something you should leave out. It could be infected or something, you should have told me."
"I didn't think it was important, all that mattered was you getting home safely."
"And you almost dying isn't. Damn Dean, you have no idea."
"What?"
"How important your life is."
"Pease Sam, we all know that's a lie. Now enough with this heart to heart crap."
"Whatever. Dean, let me see the wound."
"You don't need to mother…."
"I am not arguing, let me see it." I sigh and lift my shirt up and over my head, gasping as I do it. Regaining my breath I glance down at the cut in the side of my ribs. It was red and open, obviously it hasn't scabbed over yet due to it being an injury of last night. Sam sighs in relief, glad it wasn't infected. "Dean you didn't tell me you got stabbed, so who cleaned it. It had to be someone or it would surely be worse."
"I told you Castiel took me to his house. I guess he cleaned it."
"Remind me to thank him if I ever see him." I grunt in response, thinking back to when he had first saw Castiel. I didn't know him until last night, but I have seen him around. How does Sammy know him.
"Sam? Do you know Castiel?"
"Not really. I have seen him at school and that's about it. He goes to the community college." I nod, thinking about the blue eyed man and why he helped him. He said he helped me because he could, what does that mean? Not really wanting to worry about anything I let it go.
"Alright, well now that you have examined me I am going to get ready for work."
"You are not going to work in this condition, Bobby will understand."
"Sam I can't do nothing all day. I need to work."
"Fine, but promise me you will take it easy and if it starts to get really bad call me and I will meet you here at home."
"Deal." I head back down to my room to change. Once I am ready I hurry out the door to avoid any more conversations with Sam.
I walk down the street towards Bobby's repair shop. The shop is about four blocks, but with the pain in my side it seems like more. 'Man I wish I had a car.' I mumble by the time I reach the door to the shop. Pulling it open, I step inside and immediately I am greeted by the smell of gas. The corners of my mouth lift when I see Bobby cussing away at the car he is working on.
"Hey Bobby." I yell over the cussing and noise, trying to get his attention. Succeeding to do so, Bobby turns my way and gives me a slight wave. He returns to his work as if I had said nothing and continues with his profanity. "Can I help you with something?"
"I can't get this damn thing to start."
"Let me see." I take a few long strides and I end up beside Bobby.
"There is something up with the engine." I nod and bend over.
"Bobby, we have an issue with the ignition coil. The spark plug is burning it. We have to fix both." Bobby's eyebrows raise. "How did you miss this?"
"I… Sam told me not to tell you this, but he called me telling me you were injured, so I have been side tracked."
"Damn it. Bobby I am fine and Sam needs to stop worrying." I groan and march of to go find things in the back to fix the car. Grabbing a few things, I hear the door open and Bobby greet the person. Many people come into this shop, so I continue with what I am doing and once finished I walk out. Stopping in my tracks, I stare at the person who had entered the shop.
"Dean? What the hell are you doing?"
"Uhmmm."
"Dean!" I jerk out of my shocked state and feeling my cheeks heat I run over to the car. "What was that?" I look at the black haired man who was staring at me and then I shift my gaze to Bobby.
"Hi Cas." I mumble and carefully place my gaze on the car in front of me.
"Hello Dean."
"You two know each other?"
"You could say that. We have known each other for a while, but didn't really register their presence till last night." Castiel explains as I continue to refuse to look at him.
"Oh."
"Bobby, he is the one who helped clean me up." Bobby just now seems to notice my awkward stance.
"Well that's great. Anyway Dean he will be working here now. He…"
"What?" My head shoots up and I glare at Bobby.
"I didn't want to tell you I was hiring, until I found the perfect candidate and Castiel was it." I sigh and run my hand down my face.
"Great. It is just amazing to have you as part of the team." I plaster a smile onto my face and reach a hand out. Castiel replies by shaking it firmly. I gasp, but not at the squeezing, but at how Castiel hand felt in his. Releasing his hand, I quickly nod my head and return to work. "So Bobby, what do want me to do while you teach the new recruit?"
"Actually I want you to show him the ropes and you can start with this car. I am going to go, I have to pick something up. I will be back in an hour." Bobby shrugs on a jacket and rushes out the door. 'Great, now what am I supposed to do.'
"Well let's get started." I smile at Cas and pull him towards the engine.