Title: I need a doctor

Rating: T

Pairing: Future Destiel.

Co-written with: se7enpercentsolution. Written on another site. He just made a fanfiction account! He doesn't have any stories posted just yet, but I suggest giving him a watch because I'm sure he'll be posting some of his works soon. : )

Se7enPercentsolution is Castiel.

I play write for Dean.

A/N:

Alright, so another quickie upload for you guys. I noticed that I'm getting a lot of readers and some alerts/faves. But what really helps get us inspired is reviews. We love hearing positive feedback that you like what's going on! : )

.0. = line break while still within the same character pov. Usually this will signify that time has passed some.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own supernatural. That's all kripke. Just playing in his sandbox.

C H A P T E R - TWO

CASTIEL NOVAK

His car? Castiel shook his head. He had heard absolutely nothing about a vehicle. "I am unsure," he started, glancing down at the hand that was now clutching his shirt. Not that he minded or anything of the sort, he was used to this type of behaviour coming from patients. "We have a separate lot outside that we are known for storing the patients' vehicles in. It's likely that it had been towed there." It was a recent system that they had brought to the hospital. Many people didn't have available family to come and pick them up after their time at the hospital, and if they were in well enough condition, it was likely that the patients would rather drive themselves home rather than paying money for cabs. It was a simple favour they enjoyed to provide.

Watching silently as the other man lowered himself onto the bed; Castiel couldn't help but let out a silent sigh of relief. Finally Dean had settled down and taken his advice to rest. He knew that the man wouldn't last for very much longer anyways. The doctor didn't take his eyes off of the other until he saw the green eyes shut completely. His breathing pattern was gentle for the most part, so that was nothing to worry about.

One thing that Castiel had not neglected to notice was how Dean had moved from the lying position on his back. The nurse had of course informed him of the inevitable bruising that was there, but he had yet to take a look at it himself. Perhaps he would take time to do that later on, and disrupting the finally resting man was not something Castiel was itching to do.

Castiel left the room, softly pulling the door closed behind him. Taking a moment to lean against the door frame, the brunette brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes. He was tired. That was one of the downsides to his job. There were some points where work was constant, and there was nothing you could really do about it. But if he was saving lives (the money wasn't even what mattered here), he was fine with it.

It didn't take him long to make his way back towards the staff room, now craving that overdue cup of coffee. He made it much like he had previously but this time with less sugar. The bitterness was nice, and it succeeded in perking him up. And by perky, that meant the doctor stood up a little straighter. He was not one to show emotions very much. It wasn't that he was a cold hearted man like many people had actually accused him to be over the years, he just didn't feel comfortable showing many emotions. If Castiel liked someone enough, he would open up to them. And if not, he didn't find it was necessary.

He sat himself down at a small table occupied only with a newspaper, and began to skim it. Castiel didn't read the paper very much. If it was something serious that had been happening, he would probably either witness it first-hand at the hospital, or hear about it from his co-workers. The doctor practically lived at the hospital; it was not very difficult to miss peoples' gossip. In fact,Castiel didn't actually mind spending so much time in the building, to be honest.

At least it was less lonely. There was never anyone waiting at his place for him to come home. Even if he got an animal of some sort, he wouldn't be around enough to properly take care of it. It was also a well known bit of information that Castiel wasn't very dependent on relationships. They never seemed to last for very long at all if he ever managed to meet someone anyways. He always managed to say the wrong things at the wrong times, or perhaps it was his lack of experience in the more physical sense. Castiel had never exactly been given occasion to do anything like that, and he firmly believed that there needed to be a strong bond before he would consider it.

Nothing had particularly interested him in the paper, so it was time for the doctor to make his way back into his own office. At least the room would be more comforting. Again, he gave the odd nod or wave to his closer co-workers, stating that he had 'matters to take care of'. This wasn't necessarily true. He just wanted to be somewhere quiet and dim, where he could rest his eyes and his mind with no questions asked.

Stepping into the room, Castiel looked towards the opened book on his desk. Reading would be nice. Letting a small smile appear, the man walked over to the inviting leather chair and placed the warm mug down. Reading would be nice indeed.

.0.

It was a slightly surprising fact how long the brunette managed to keep his eyes open and actually focus on the novel in his hands. A few short hours had passed by without any interruptions, and for that he was grateful. He even managed to finally finish an entire mug of coffee. However, his luck didn't last for very much longer, because the man was soon peering over the top of his book and towards his office door which had just been opened and closed in haste. It was strange, feeling both surprised yet entirely not to see who it was that had just entered his office.

"...Hello Dean." Castiel wasn't an idiot; he knew that the other was most likely trying to escape. Standing up, the doctor neglected to flatten his now rumpled blouse and walked towards the taller male. "Escaping isn't as easy as you thought it would have been, is it?" He asked with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You could have simply waited until I came to check on you once more." It was the truth. In between reading, Castiel had gone and taken Dean's folder, which included his release forms.

Signing them was on his to-do list before being interrupted by the patient himself. Gesturing towards the folder on his desk, Castiel hoped that Dean understood. "Now I am unsure if you deserve to be let out early." He couldn't tell if he was serious about this himself, but regardless, the doctor stepped towards his desk again and pulled out a chair. He always was awful at attempting to joke. "Have a seat. I'll be back in a moment."

Normally, Castiel wouldn't approve of leaving someone alone in his office. It was his personal space, with many personal objects inside. Why on earth was he being so lenient with this man? He blamed it on recognizing the fact that Dean had something very urgent to take care of. He was unsure of the details of course, but he knew that Dean wasn't lying. For some obscure reason, he could tell that the other was an honest man, for the most part. Castiel liked that.

And here he was, entering the office once more holding a box obviously pertaining to Dean's clothing and accessories. He also took the time to take along some more medication, along with an ice pack and elastic bandaging for Dean's back if he required it. "How are you feeling? Is the pain in your back lessening?"

DEAN WINCHESTER

Dean Winchester to most people was probably the most simple man to walk the earth. He rarely grumbled or complained about his workload. He had the lowest of standards when it came to everything. From the food he eats (usually horribly greasy styled bacon cheeseburgers or any kind of pie), to where he lives (one bedroom apartment, barely furnished) and lastly his women.

As long as they have a decent body (bonus points if she's smoking hot), a pretty face is also a real bonus (Dean's not really too picky.) maybe a little when it comes to who he's actually going to take to his bed. Blow jobs and everything else but the actual sex doesn't count in Dean's book. He often looked for release without caring who she was, if her IQ wasn't triple digits, he wasn't complaining. Talented tongue, nice rack, great ass. Whatever, it didn't matter most of the time. Just as long as he got something from them was all that he cared about.

The only two women he had slept with that meant something, though Dean would never call it actual love, had been Cassie and Lisa.

Cassie could be described as puppy love, their relationship had only lasted three months. Lisa on the other hand was a different story. Lisa had been the longest relationship he had ever been in. A year, though he had been with her in the past. They briefly shared a couple of nights together on weekend. Sometimes Dean is scared yet at the same time elated that Ben is possibly his son. Excited because he had always wanted a family. Scared because he had the potential to end up just as bad if not worse than his father. Turning into an obsessive bastard is not high on his to do list. Dean knew his father had tried and meant his best when it came to raising him and Sam but, he just hadn't been there most of the time. Lisa had told him Ben wasn't his, thankfully she hadn't been lying when Dean went behind her back with a DNA test. Ben really wasn't his despite how similar they were. But that didn't mean that Dean had treated him any different.

It had been hard leaving.
Heart breaking for Ben when Lisa moved on to men that she deserved. The men that could give her everything she needed and desired. Things that Dean couldn't give no matter what was in his heart. Despite what people say about his sexual exploits (which are often blown way out of proportion) He has and never will cheat on anyone he is committed to. What couldn't Dean give to make things work out?

Time.
He was always neck deep in his work. solely focused on saving lives or bringing justice to those who couldn't take matters into their own hands. It was always most difficult when it was women or children's bodies that were at the center of a crime scene. Dean shuttered to think of anything horrible befalling his baby brother.

Sammy.
Kid was anything but a baby. Frigging gigantor more like it. Sam was not only six feet and four inches tall, but he was well built. Growing less lanky and more of a man than Dean would ever like to admit or see him as. In his eyes, Sammy would always be that ten year old kid complaining about having spaghetti O's. instead of a real meal. He was always four years younger than Dean was. And above everything, he meant and WAS Dean's own little world.

Dean could positively say that he had never had anyone else as important to him as his brother was. Dean was the type of person to drop everything if his brother needed the help. Even when Sam wasn't his favorite person in the world. Those times were the worst, when they fought. When words were exchanged that they would end up regretting later. The worst time ever had been when Sam had left for college, leaving Dean behind. Dean had never felt more left behind and abandon than ever. But eventually Dean got over himself and was more than happy to see his brother make something of himself and supported him as much as he could while his father told him a load of other things that Dean didn't even want to think about.

.0.

"Hello Dean."
Was it just him or did his body involuntary shiver at the tone of that voice? He just chalked it up to not eating anything for quite a while. Yeah, that's it. Hunger. He was hungry. Let's just leave at that, he thought to himself bitterly as he stood up straighter. Great, now I'm preening like one of those girly birds with all the colors.

"Escaping isn't as easy as you thought it would have been, is it?You could have simply waited until I came to check on you once more." And what? Knock the guy out? Dean wasn't really against using force if he absolutely needed to..but the thought of even raising a fist to the guy that saved his life... that just didn't seem right at all. That and he didn't think he could mar a nice looking face anyways. Castiel had something going on, he could be possibly even described as beautiful. It kind of reminded him of a chick and he didn't hit chicks. At least that's what Dean was telling himself. It wasn't wrong to admire someone's looks, right? It's not like he hadn't looked at other men before and think they were nice to look at. Wasn't like he was doing anything else. Nope...

Not at all.

"Now I am unsure if you deserve to be let out early. Have a seat. I'll be back in a moment." When the good doctor left the room, Dean all but collapsed into the chair. Tired but his mind was going on overload. What if the guy didn't give him the okay? What if he couldn't leave? Oh god, Sammy... he could be getting tortured right now... or worse. When Castiel returned, "How are you feeling? Is the pain in your back lessening?"he heard the question and felt his anger boil. If anything, his jaw clenching was probably the only dead give away besides the tight control over his voice. Dean didn't like to yell but he wasn't against doing it to get his point across.

Dean was on the verge of panicking. He tried to keep his voice even, but he knew his anger was leaking through his voice. "How am I feeling? Fan-friggin-tastic. What do you mean if I deserve to be let out. I seriously need to get to my brother. This isn't a damn joke and letting other people into my personal business really isn't my thing." This was personal business, had been every since his mother had been taken away from this world and more importantly...from him. Then his father. He'd be damned if he let the same thing happen to his only connection to this world. The only thing that kept him going over the edge... that kept him going period. If he lost Sammy...he didn't know what he'd do or where he'd be besides lost. " Do you not have family you care about? People you'd die for?"

Dean needed to get through to the man across from him. He needed to get Castiel to understand, to see what he would do if he had been put in the same situation. He needed the doctor to see that he'd go from above and beyond for his brother. He needed an idea...

Then it struck him like a sledgehammer. "Look, if your really not wanting to release me because you care," Dean scoffed as if the idea of someone who wasn't family cared about him was silly. Dean could honestly count the people who weren't his flesh and blood on one hand in his life that gave a rat's ass about what happened to him.

"You'd come alone with me, make sure I don't get myself killed. " If you noticed the way he was and the things he said. You'd notice that he actually avoided answering Castiel's main question. How was Dean feeling? Dean was in pain, but he figured he'd live as long as he got his hands on some pain meds. He'd worry about himself later.

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