"You're bleeding, Dean!" Sam growled, filling out the hospital form in his hand. "We're not going home!"
"'S fine. Don't be such a wimp," The older Winchester mumbled. "Just need a drink or somethin'."
He had been in the shop, fixing the axle of a '57 Bel Air when the jack broke and crushed his arm underneath the car.
In his brother's opinion he was lucky that Sam had been on his lunch break and had decided to stop by for a bite to eat with his brother.
"We're not leaving until a doctor gets a look at you," he said forcefully, leaving no room for argument.
"You'll regret this, you Bitch."
"At least you'll have an arm to make me regret it, you jerk."
"Don't be a drama queen, Sammy."
"Dude! A car fell on your freaking arm!"
A door opened noisily and they both looked up to see a guy wearing a white dress shirt, a navy blue tie, and an open lab coat.
He was about six feet tall with blue eyes and short light brown hair.
"Dean Winchester?" he asked, his voice husky and deep.
Sam pointed to his brother, smiling.
"We'll X-ray it and most likely put a cast in it then let you go," he told the eldest, smiling sweetly. "Just follow me."
"I assume I don't need my brother to come with me?" he asked, glaring.
The doctor chuckled, but didn't reply.
Dean Sighed, standing up, and followed the man into a exam room.
"What's your name?" he asked, ignoring his aching arm as he smiled at the doctor.
He smiled back nervously. "Castiel Novak, but you may call me Cas. Please sit still."
"You seem young for a doctor."
"I'll take the as a compliment seeing as I'm actually thirty."
"I'm thirty-five."
"I know. It's on your report."
The Winchester laughed, feeling like an idiot. "So how bad is it, Doc?"
"You have a broken arm."
"Sonova#itch!"
The other frowned deeply. "What happened?"
"A car happened. My freakin' jack broke and it crushed my arm."
"Jack? You are a mechanic?"
"Yeah. Doesn't pay as well as your job, I suspect, but it's fun."
"Maybe you can help me out once your arm is healed. Hold it up like this."
"Why?"
"So it can set properly."
"No, well, yeah. I meant why how can I help you? Car trouble?"
Cas' cheeks colored slightly and he nodded "My truck's check engine light came on a couple of days ago. But I don't know what's wrong with it."
"Write your number on my cast and I'll give you a call."
There was a stony silence as cast hardened and the doctor searched for a pen.
When he finally found one, he quickly jotted his number down and smiled. "You're free to go."
Dean hopped down and was halfway out the door when he turned around. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Call me."
He left feeling light hearted and was surprised to see Sam still waiting for him. "I thought you'd be back to work by now."
"You're in the hospital. Jody said it's fine and that she hopes you get better soon." he explained.
Then he spotted the ink on his cast.
"Did you get that hot doctor's number?" he asked, grinning.
Dean turned and gave him an appraising look. "I'm straight and you know it."
"Suuure."
Sam helped him into the Impala and when he wasn't looking the elder Winchester looked at his arm and smiled. He was straight, but maybe, just this once, he could make an exception...