The hospital was practically empty.

Not surprising, at half three in the morning.

A few sluggish nurses drift around, their eyes dragging over the two men slumped on the hard blue waiting chairs.

One had his legs sprawled out in front of him, his green eyes flicking to the man opposite him before glancing away. He had spiky dirty blonde hair and a tattoo like a wheel under his collar bone that rippled when he moved. He wore a faded Metallica top under a well-worn brown leather jacket.

His arm was cradled to his chest, blood trickling down his wrist.

The other man was curled up on one chair, his head resting on his knee, clad in jeans and a white T-shirt. Inked wings stretching across his forearms, his tousled hair sticking up everywhere. His left hand was swollen and bruised. It looked painful.

"What happened to you?" the blonde man called, his voice rusty without use.

The other man huffed a laugh, glancing down at his wrist.

"It's stupid. Don't laugh."

"Dude, I got taken down by a midget sucking a lollipop. Nothing can be worse."

"Well, I was in a pub and I bumped into this guy. Totally normal, but god, he was massive. Literally a moose! He was a good foot taller than me. And, damn, was he hammered. Got right down in my face, picking a fight. I tried to push him off, I swear. He clumped me across the head, so I just punched his shoulder. Would have knocked any other man away. Nope, he tilted! He fucking tilted! It took a bouncer to intervene, and my hand's busted!"

The other man swallowed heavily.

"Th-this man, how long was his hair?" The man with wings didn't pick up on his discomfort and motioned around his neck.

"Longer than a normal man. It was bloody insane!" He gave a disbelieving laugh.

But the man with the Metallica T-shirt didn't laugh.

'Goddamnit Sammy! I let you go out with your friends for one night!'

"What about you?"

The man with the broken arm pulled a face.

"I was walking down an alley and this midget came out of the damn shadows. Sucking a lollipop. Grinned at me, slowly getting closer. Pretty damn scary. He was about a foot away, then he whispered 'They call me Gabriel.' Tried to run and he broke my fucking arm!"

The other man's eyes widened.

"What lolly was it?" The man looked at him.

"He stank of cherry?"

'Fuck you, Gabriel. Creeping middle-aged men out in the dark was funny when we were kids. Now? Bloody hell.'

"Heh. Strange."

"Hey, you know what?" the man was staring intently at his arm, his cheeks slowly getting redder.

"What?"

"We should get coffee sometime. Talk about the weird people of today."

"Yeah."

"I'm Dean, by the way."

"Castiel. Castiel Novak."