Author's Note

Like I have said on my other stories, so sorry for taking so long to update! Had a mega busy weekend but here's the next chapter ;)

Hope you like :)

I will update when I can but I am down a laptop at the moment, and I'm currently using my Dad's netbook thingy which is extremely tedious to type on!

-Jess

Now coincidences are a funny thing, you can agree to disagree but still when those coincidences do eventually rear their head you can never fully consider what might potentially happen!

Two strangers meeting and falling in love

Lost friends finding each other after years of separation

Whether it is the belief that it was not a coincidence but fate, now that is when the discussions can truthfully start.

"Tell me again how you managed to put six stitches in that thick skull of yours?" Dean sat in the chair beside his baby brother's hospital bed. Sam Winchester lay propped up against a pile of pillows looking slightly out of place in the bed. He grinned sheepishly at Dean whose arms were now crossed tightly against his chest waiting for an answer.

"I was reaching up to grab something and I slipped." Dean snorted in disbelief, Sam maybe be a giant but clumsy? He could recall when Sam first shot up during his teenage years that he was tall, lanky and clumsy but he soon grew out of that. Dean leaned back in the chair putting his feet on the bed. "Which resulted in slamming my forehead on the kitchen table and knocking me out until my roommate got back." He pointed to his bruised forehead. "Doctors want to keep me inside for a couple days for observation to check I'm not concussed from the impact."

Dean closed his eyes briefly as Sam's voice became a soft buzzing. "Hey!" he felt Sam nudge his foot. "What Cassie keeping you up late?" Dean peeked out one eye and smirked. There was a certain person whose name began with a 'C' and it sure as hell wasn't Cassie.

"What makes you say that?" Sam's eyes narrowed knowingly as he shifted in his bed. "Because I know you Dean, so how are things with you and Cassie?" both of Dean's eyes closed tightly as the person who was in his thoughts most of the time started to form. Beautiful bright blue eyes, that soft mouth which was capable endless possibilities! Not to mention everything else about the guy. His skin, his scent, his hair, God even his hands were appealing. Although he hadn't seen Castiel for a couple weeks since their last bout of primal fucking in his Garage, it was constant dreams and late night jacking off sessions that made it near impossible to even sleep through the night. "We're good. We're always good." The words tasted sour as they left his mouth. "Right I need a coffee. You want anything?" Sam indicated to his IV as he focused his attention of the TV.

As Dean walked through the white hall of the hospital it could not help but feel uneasy in the building, he had never liked hospitals just the cold, white, sterile environment spent a cold shiver up his back and made him feel a tad nauseous.

He carried on walking back towards Sam's room not really paying attention to anyone until he felt a force. The result ended in coffee being spilt all over his shirt, floor and the unlucky person he had walked into. "Shit! I'm sorr-"

Yet again he found himself speech as he looked into… "Cas?"

It took him several moments to take in the man in front of him, a dark coffee stain growing on his work shirt, tie and white lab coat. "A doctor?" he saw a flicker of discomfort in Castiel's eyes, whether that was due to having hot coffee spilt all over him or that he had been found out. Without hesitation he felt Castiel's fingers wrap around his wrist and pulling him down the hall into a locker room. "Dean. What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

He felt a strange warmth at Castiel's concern to his wellbeing as he placed the coffee cup remains on the small table. "Um, yeah I'm fine it's my brother Sam stupid idiot knocked himself out on a table." Castiel's lips twitched as he ran his fingers through his permanent bed hair. "… Sam Winchester… yes he is my patient, very polite." They exchanged smiles until the air turned awkward, Castiel immediately turned around pulling off his spoiled lap coat, shirt and tie and dumping them on the table as he looked around for a replacement shirt in his locker before settling for a blue scrubs shirt. Dean literally felt his mouth heat up and water at the sight of Castiel's smooth bare exposed chest and back.

If we were elsewhere… he glanced sideways picking up the lab coat. "Novak? Finally nice to put a second name to a first. Doctor." Castiel blushed a little at the very familiar line considering it was similar to his when he had found Dean at his Garage. "So were you ever gonna tell me you were a doctor?" once Castiel had redressed [much to Dean's disappointment] he turned to look at his… lover?

Castiel sat on the edge of the table nibbling his lip for several moments. "Dean, you do recall how we met right?" he nodded a slight smile on his lips but his green eyes soft with wanting to understand. "I could've lost my job if they found out I was prescribing myself drugs." He cleared his throat feeling uncomfortable. "You could say I am very adventurous when it comes to sex." That was something Dean could agree with without a doubt. "When we met that's what I used to do, and before I could even consider telling you anything about myself. I had to make sure I could trust you."

"And so… do you trust me?" Dean grinned at Castiel who blushed yet again, the soft pink blush spreading across his cheekbones and down his neck. "Well I can't really lie about my occupation now can I?" he slid off the table taking small steps towards Dean, his blue eyes darkening, he stood in front of Dean sliding his eyes down Dean's entire body. He placed the tips of his fingers at Dean's belt buckle before moving up his shirt, lightly pressing until he reached the man's face. "What else would you like to know about me Dean? Just so you know I finished my shift an hour ago if you're interested, we could have a bit of… fun." He punctuated the last word by grabbing Dean by the belt with his other hand and pulling their hips tightly into contact.

Castiel rubbed his groin against Dean's smirking playfully as he took his hand and examined it with interest. "It has been a while since we were last together, and I'm sure your right hand could… be used elsewhere." Castiel slid Dean's hand down his front until it was placed right on top of his hardening cock. "Because I can guarantee your hands will be far more efficient than my own."

Never had Dean met a man so direct with his desires as he applied the much needed pressure Castiel's body was begging for. He gripped the doctor's hip as they walk back falling on one another on the sofa, Castiel straddled his hips his lips inches away from their first contact in weeks. He had dreamed about those talented lips, if Dean thought hard enough he could almost remember the taste. "Let me guess Cas, the aspect of getting caught turns you on?"

He only got a heated grin as their lips came to be again inches apart. Dean was desperate for the taste as he lifted his head to allow their mouths to make contact.

"Sweet Jesus! Castiel Novak there are other places you can go to do that! But since I'm here, introductions?"