A/N: Thank you so much for those of you who have reviewed! This has been a crazy week! This chapter is short, but it's building up to something big in the story! I'm also working on my A Nightmare on Elm Street-Supernatural crossover, and I have some loyal fans on that. So, the chapters will be posted as they come. Thank you again!

Chapter 6-Skeptics

House rubbed at the side of his head. He had told Cuddy that there was something wrong with Sam, but nooooo, she didn't believe him. Well, look what happened. He would owe her one 'I told you so' cupcake afterwards, but now he had to think of what was wrong with Sam. He had sent his worker bees to gather the info and run tests, so he laid his head down on his desk.

"Where is he?" Someone asked. House sprang up to see a man that had mysteriously appeared in front of him. He hadn't heard the door to his office or footsteps against the cold floor. He was confused.

"Go talk to a nurse." House said. He laid his head back against his desk, but could feel the strangers eyes on the back of his neck. He lifted his head and opened one eye. This guy had on a trenchcoat, though it was boiling outside. House rolled his eyes. "Look Buddy, I don't even know who you're looking for, I don't even know who you are, and I really would like to get some sleep before my team..."

"My name is Castiel." The man said, cutting House off before he could even finish his thought, which was something someone hadn't done in years. "I'm looking for a man named Sam. He may or may not have been brought in here in the last forty-eight hours. It's urgent."

"Well, Sam's a pretty common name." House said, moving his newspaper so that is covered the freshly organized file that had been opened up on Sam. "Maybe you could describe him for me. I may or may not have seen him in the last forty-eight hours." Now House was just mocking Cas. If he could've understood the fact that the doctor could be such an ass, he would've just used his angelic powers on him from the beginning.

"Doctor Gregory House, I do not have time for your attitude." Cas said. "I'm already going to have to pay hell if I return to Dean empty handed. So you may as well tell me where you're hiding Sam." Cas watched as House stood from his chair. He noticed that he limped as he walked.

"How do you know my name?" House asked. "And you're working for that asshole Dean, aren't you?"

"Well, I know you're name because I'm an angel of the lord." Cas said. "Or, well, a fallen one. And I do not work for Dean, I am his friend, as I am Sam's. So, if you don't mind just moving, I will find out the information I need and we can go about our days." House began to laugh.

"Okay, so what are you on?" House asked. "LSD, cocaine, what? 'Cuz I mean, there is no God, so angels can't exsist."

"You sound like Dean." Cas said. "He was skeptical at first, but came to understand the truth about everything. Now, move, please. I won't ask again." Cas threatened. House continued to smirk. He moved out from behind his desk so that he was standing, more or less, in front of Cas.

"If your an "angel", then use your heavenly powers to move me." House laughed. Cas sighed but walked up to him. He touched his pointer and middle finger to House's forehead, which caused him to fall over. Cas stepped over House and went to his desk. He moved the newspaper to find the folder that had been opened for Sam. He found his room number.

"I'm sorry Doctor Gregory House," Cas began. "But I warned you. I do not have time for your shananagins." With that, Cas disappeared, leaving House where he slept on the floor.

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