a/n So, I have a proposition for you guys. I know I don't give much of a clue to what the song is, but I want to see if you guys can guess. My tumblr is .com. Whoever guesses the right song in my inbox, will be given the link to the complete story (Since I finished it already) The title of the story has to do with the song, but it may or may not be the title. I'll give clues through each chapter, but let's see if any of you can guess.

Castiel's eyes fluttered open. The two of them ended up falling asleep in the position they were in. Castiel smiled about everything that happened last night. Then he realized he urgently had to go to the bathroom. He tried poking Dean to get him to move off of him, but he didn't move. Castiel guessed that he was most likely a heavy sleeper. He tried pushing Dean's head off of him, but if he tried too hard it could hurt him. So, he decided to just slowly play with Dean's hair to pass the time.

He loved Dean's hair, it was short but really entertaining. He was still trying to guess what color it was. It was too dark to be blonde, but too light to be brown. It was most likely dirty blonde, He'll have to ask when he wakes up. All Castiel wanted to do was to say, "Dean wake up, I have to pee." But he couldn't. It would hurt too much. Castiel laid back and tried to fall back to sleep, but it was hard to. Dean snored really loudly. Castiel wondered how he even fell asleep in the first place, since he can't sleep with loud noises. He could sleep through them, but he couldn't fall back to sleep with noises. He never really slept at his old house, since one of his sister's was on the phone all the time. The only time he could fall asleep is if he was exausted, which rarely ever happened at his old house. Castiel sighed, and hoped Dean would wake up soon.

Sam (Castiel thinks that's his name) walked very quietly by them, as if he was trying to sneak out or something. Castiel turned his head to him, indicating that he was awake. He mouthed a help, and Sam looked like he was going to burst out laughing. " He does that alot. For some reason, other people make a great pillow to him. The only way to wake him up is with really loud noises or to do this to him" Sam squeezed the side of his own stomach as he whispered that. "I have to go to my bo-girlfriend's house. Well she's going to pick me up. Make sure to tell Dean that I'm out. Oh and good luck at the hospital today." Sam walked out and Castiel waved to him. 'So all i have to do is squeeze his stomach?' Castiel thought. He brought his good hand to the side of Dean's stomach and squeezed.

"Jesus!" Dean screamed and fell off the couch. Castiel tried his hardest not to laugh, it would hurt too much. So all he did was bite his bottom lip and smile. Dean looked back at him with anger, "You're a dick." Castiel, who was still grinning, ignored Dean's comment, got up and ran into the bathroom.

While he was washing his hands, he couldn't help but notice a drawer that had a sign on it. Castiel read it, it said:

Don't you dare open this Sammy.

It didn't say don't open this Castiel, so he decided to open it. When he saw what was inside, he laughed. But then he grabbed his throat and started coughing. It was extremely hard for him to breathe. He was coughing so hard, that if he couched any harder, he would probably cough out his lungs and die. Castiel was used to this, though. He always got into a cough fit whenever he talked. So he just started telling people he was mute for he wouldn't need to talk. Castiel had no clue why it was like that, it only started a couple of months ago. His parents never bothered to get it checked, since they had so many other children to worry about. They didn't want to have to deal with all of his coughing, so they sent him over to Gabriel's. They knew he was the oldest one, and he was one of the only two who moved out. The only other kid who moved out was Michael, and Castiel wasn't too fond of him.

Castiel was still coughing as he heard a knock at the bathroom door, "Cas! Are you okay?" Dean said frantically. Castiel opened the door and shook his head. "Do you want to go to the hospital now?" Dean said quickly. He actually looked worried. Castiel nodded, he wanted to just get it over with. Dean grabbed his good hand and the two ran out to the car.

While they were driving, Dean handed Castiel a water bottle, "Drink it. That may help." Castiel drank some and his throat started to open up. The cough almost stopped by the time that they reached the hospital. "Come on, let's go." Dean breathed as the two walked inside the ER. The lady at the desk looked up at them. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked patiently.

"Well, He broke his wrist. He's also been coughing randomly out of nowhere. It's pretty bad" Dean said. Castiel's cough started up again. The lady started typing on her computer, 'Alight, that's quite a mix...Okay, go to room...137, but you" She pointed to Dean, "Please sign him in." Castiel and Dean nodded at the same time. Castiel went to look for the room. Once he found it, he sat at one of the chairs in the room. He scratched at his throat, like he always did. He winced in pain and stopped scratching. This always happened. A man walked in the room, and smiled, "What seems to be the problem? I'm Doctor Smith. " The man asked. Castiel pointed to his wrist. He also coughed, indicating that was one of the other problems.

"You don't have to be shy. You can just tell me." The doctor chuckled. Castiel shook his head and pointed to his throat.

"Oh, I see. So your wrist is injured? I'll see if we can get an x-ray for you. And about your cough, here" He handed Castiel a bottle, "Take some of this cough medicine, it may help. Your cough doesn't seem too bad." Castiel wanted to tell him that the coughs were frequent, but obviously he couldn't.

Castiel couldn't help but notice how good looking the doctor was. He had brown hair that was parted to Castiel's and it covered part of his eye. His eyes were green, sort of like Dean's but not as pretty. He also wore a bow tie, which amused Castiel. He smiled, "I'll be back in a few minutes, and I'll see if I can give you that x-ray, have another patient to work with. Sit tight." He skipped out. Castiel didn't think doctor's could be so childish, but he just ignored that fact. He nodded to Dean as he walked in.

"Hey, what did he say?" Dean handed Castiel his pad and pen. Castiel wrote down:

He said I need an x-ray. If he can be approved for one.

Dean sighed. "I thought so. Hopefully, this won't take too long. Am I the only one who didn't see Sam today? He would have been right there once he heard you cough." Castiel mouthed an 'oh' and wrote something down
He's at his girlfriend's house.

Dean laughed, "oh okay. I have a funny story to tell you!" Dean sounded really excited. Castiel really hoped it would be a good story, but it was only an explanation of Dean's ex-crush Lisa. It wasn't funny to Castiel. He really didn't care about Dean's crushes. Especially the one about the girl who's boyfriend practically broke his wrist.
To be honest, He was tempted to say no to being Dean's boyfriend. He liked Dean and all, but it seemed suspicious. It felt like a prank gabriel would set up. That's the reason Dean hasn't kissed him yet. Gabriel knew Castiel was gay, and that he had never had a boyfriend before. So Gabriel probably thought it would be funny to have his really attractive best friend pretend to like him. Poor Dean, having to act gay when he was obviously straight. He probably even set up that fight, to really make it look like Dean cared. That's it. It's the conclusion that Castiel made for himself on why Dean 'liked' him so much after one day. Castiel would still go along with everything. It was good to go along with something, and he would be prepared for heartbreak. He hoped.
The doctor walked back in, "Okay Castiel. I'll give you an examination. We cannot give you an x-ray without an appointment unless it's a complete emergency." Castiel nodded. The doctor looked over to Dean, "You can leave or you can stay. It doesn't matter."
Dean almost instantly answered, "I'll stay." The doctor replied with a nod then smiled at Castiel, "Okay. Mr. Novak, please take off your shirt. We are going to have to check your lungs, just in case. We have a theory going on right now about you." Castiel gave him a weird look, but listened to him and slowly took off his t-shirt he borrowed from Dean. Dean shifted a little in his seat. Then he smiled, and tried to hide it with his hand.
The doctor looked patiently at Castiel, "Can I see your hand please?" Castiel gave him the injured one. The doctor felt it, and surprisingly, it didn't hurt as badly as Castiel expected. The doctor pressed harder on it, "Well, it doesn't seem like it's broken, you just twisted it a little. Now this may feel uncomfortable, but I am going to feel your chest." Castiel nodded, in understanding. The doctor put his hands on Castiel's chest lightly, and he didn't really feel anything. But it did tickle a little bit, so he jerked back. "I'm sorry if I am making you uncomfortable. But we have been thinking about something we need to check with. Now try and breathe while I do this." He pressed hard on where Castiel's ribs are. Castiel almost screamed, it hurt too much. The doctor stumbled backwards at that. Dean seemed concerned, and stood up from his seat.
"...Dean is it?" the doctor looked over to Dean. Dean's eyebrows raised. "Can you please exit the room? I would like to talk to Castiel by myself. We also may need to give him a scan. It may take a while, so please wait in the waiting room." Dean paused and tilted his head. He opened his mouth in surprise, "Why does he need a scan? Why can't I stay with him."
The doctor sighed, "I'm sorry. But you must leave." Dean rolled his eyes and left the room. Castiel was so confused. It wasn't like everything was such a huge problem. It hurt when someone pressed on his chest. 'Doesn't that hurt for anyone? He was pressing rather hard. I really hope this is just nothing. But what should I be worried about?' Castiel thought as he was brought into a different room.
"Now, Castiel. Please sit here and we will start."
And Castiel sat.

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