Castiel is late for work. So when he walks into the hospital, Julia directly runs up to him.
She hugs him, but just for one moment and then she lets Castiel loose.
Castiel smiles at her. "How's Gale?"
Julia smiles back and her face is full of happiness.
"He's good, very good even," she says. "He still has to stay here some nights, but he's all right."
Castiel too is happy about this news, although he doesn't know Gale at all.
Then Julia's face turns serious. "Why are you late?"
Castiel looks at the floor.
"I… I overslept, I'm sorry," Castiel says.
Julia takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
"Castiel, Castiel, Castiel," she says. "You can't get here at the good time, not once."
Julia smiles and then gestures with her hand.
"Come with me," she says and she walks away.
Castiel runs to her and starts walking when he can keep up with her.
Julia starts talking. "Okay, you still remember that we would check Dean, right?" she asks.
"Yes, I still remember."
"We're doing that at eight AM, that's in one and half an hour. You can stay with me when we're going to check him, if you want. Otherwise you can keep some other people company," Julia explains.
Castiel really wants to stay with Dean.
"I'll help you," he says.
Julia nods. "That's okay to me. Will you take him to 3.05 at eight AM?" Julia asks Castiel.
3.05 is the third floor and the fifth room, Castiel found out in the few weeks that he's been here.
"I'll do that," he answers.
Castiel just does his morning routine in the hospital and at a quarter to eight he goes to Dean's room.
He stops in front of the door. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
Dean is lying in the bed with his eyes open.
"Oh, hi, Castiel," he says.
Castiel walks to the bed and gets the bed off lock.
"Hello, Dean."
Castiel starts riding the bed towards the door.
"W-what the Hell are you doing?" Dean asks.
Castiel keeps pushing the bed trough the hallway.
"We're gonna check your breathing and stuff like that."
"Stuff like what?"
"Dizziness and sickness," Castiel hesitateting answers.
Castiel rides the bed into the lift and pushes on the button of the third floor. Dean looks around in the elevator.
"But you said…"
"I know what I said, Dean," Castiel interrupts Dean. "But we just want to check it."
The elevator stops and the doors open.
Castiel rides the bed into the hallway and he stops in front of the fifth door. Castiel walks to the door and opens it.
Julia is standing in the room, next to a table with all the needed supplies for Dean's check. She looks up when she hears Castiel pushing Dean's bed into the room.
"You can put the bed here." Julia gestures at an empty space next to the table.
Castiel puts the bed down in that place and after he walks towards the table and grabs two gloves.
Julia looks at Dean.
"Hello, Dean, I'm Julia Haley and I'll will ask you some things in a moment and after that I'll tab some blood," Julia explains.
Dean nods and pushes himself up a little.
Julia takes a seat on a crutch next to Dean's bed and so does Castiel.
"Okay, I'm going to wrap this around your arm." Julia holds up a blood pressure meter. "And you just need to do what I say."
Dean nods and Julia wraps the band or the meter around Dean's arm.
"Okay, now breathe in as deep as possible."
Dean does what she says and Julia looks on the meter what pressure he got.
"Castiel could you write that down for me?"
Castiel nods, looks at the meter and writes down what is on it.
"Alright, Dean, you're doing very well," Julia says. "I now want you to describe the sickness that you're having when you wake up."
Dean thinks. "Just, I got the feeling that I need to puke," he answers. "Isn't that normal when you're feeling sick?"
Julia nods.
"Yes, but it's not normal in your case that you're feeling sick," she says.
Dean face turns worried. "What? Castiel you said…"
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!"
"Okay, Dean, I told Castiel not to tell you about it yet. It's my fault that he said the wrong thing at the wrong moment," Julia defenses Castiel. "But we have to go on with this, I have to do other things today too."
Dean nods and Castiel takes grip of his pencil again.
"Dean, you cough a lot, right?"
Dean nods.
"Do you have any idea why you have to cough? Is something in your throat, or is it something else?"
Dean shrugs.
"I don't really know, my body just forces me to cough. I can't help it," Dean explains and he looks at Castiel, who's writing down everything.
Julia grabs a needle and holds it in her right hand.
"I'm going to tab off some of your blood and after we can find out what is bothering you," Julia says while cleaning Dean's arm with a towel and some disinfection middle. "Okay, this can sting a little."
Julia carefully pushes the needle into Dean's arm.
Dean closes his eyes and grunts. He feels how Julia sucks the blood from his arm.
"Hold on for another moment." Julia takes the needle from Dean's arm and places the blood tube in a stand.
"We're going to study this and you know what the result is in a day or two," Julia says, then she turns to Castiel. "You can take Dean back to his room."
Castiel nods and takes the bed again. When they've left the room Castiel takes a deep breath.
"How are you feeling now?"
Dean shrugs. "I don't know. Happy, I think, you at least talk to me," Dean says while Castiel rides his bed into the elevator again.
Castiel giggle. "I'm happy I don't have to lie to you anymore."
Castiel is happy that Dean can't look at him, because his cheeks are red as fuck.
"Yeah, we shouldn't have secrets, right?"
"Yes, we shouldn't," Castiel replies.
When Dean is in his room again, Castiel tells him to get some rest.
His family will visit again at twelve and Dean has to be fit then. Castiel leaves the room and Dean falls asleep after a moment.
He wakes up when someone knocks on his door.
It's Sam.
"Hi, how are you, Dean?" he asks while he walks towards the chair next to the bed.
"I'm OK," Dean says. "Where are mom and dad?"
Sam takes his hand through his hair.
"Mom was very tired, she and dad stayed at home," Sam explains.
Dean nods.
"Okay, say hi from me when you see them," Dean replies.
Sam nods.
"Yes, I will do that," he says and he rubs with the mousse of his hands in his eyes.
Dean looks at his younger brother. "You look tired too," Dean notices.
Sam slowly shakes his head. "I'm not tired… I just… admit, yes, I'm tired."
Sam's hair is greasy, his eyes have black circles around them.
Dean coughs.
"Why did you come, you should be sleeping if you're so tired," Dean says and Sam replies with a single nod.
"Someone needed to visit you, right?"
Dean shrugs and smiles. "I wouldn't really mind if no one would visit me one day," Dean says. "So next time if you're so tired you should just stay home and rest."
Sam smiles. "Maybe."
Sam and Dean talk for an hour. Sam tells Dean many things about the study he's doing and Dean tells Sam about his adventures at the hospital.
At one PM, Sam leaves Dean alone again.
Sam couldn't stay too long, because Jessica and Sam would make a fun day of today. Dean didn't mind Sam going home early; he was tired.
So a few moments after Sam left, Dean falls asleep.
Castiel walks into Dean's room and he looks at the sleeping Dean in the bed. Dean looks so peaceful, but Castiel also is a little worried about Dean.
He slept for about five hours.
But Castiel also is happy that Dean finally can sleep.
Castiel has to wake Dean up now, because it's time to eat.
Dean skipped lunch, so he has to eat now.
Castiel careful lays his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Dean," he whispers. "Dean, you need to wake up."
Dean grunts and slowly opens his eyes. "Why?" he asks.
Castiel smiles and gestures at the food on the tray next to Dean's bed. "It's dinner time."
Dean breathes in through his nose.
"Smells good," Dean says. "For hospital food."
Castiel rolls his eyes and smiles. "Just don't whine and eat," Castiel says and he takes a seat next to Dean.
Dean starts eating and looks at Castiel when he stuffs a fork with food in his mouth.
"What are you gonna do with that girl?" Dean asks Castiel.
Castiel shrugs. "Not gonna date her, at least," he answers.
Dean chews on the food in his mouth. "You really should give her a chance," Dean says and he swallows the food.
Castiel shakes his head. "I don't think so," Castiel says and his cheeks catch some red.
Dean looks away and back. "Why not?"
"Just not my type."
"That's no excuse!"
"Yes, it is!"
"It isn't, just tell me why not!"
"Why do you even want to know that?"
"Why don't you want to tell me?" Dean asks on a loud volume. "Well, tell me, why not?"
"Okay! I don't want to date her because I already like someone else!" Castiel says before he realizes what he just said.
Dean looks surprised at Castiel and sees that Castiel's cheeks are completely red.
"Oh… I did not know that," Dean says. "Is it a hot chic?"
Castiel shakes his head. "I shouldn't talk about this stuff with patients," he says and he stands up.
Dean looks disappointed away from Castiel.
"But I'm not just your patient, right?" he says. "I'm also your friend."
Castiel stares at Dean, who's not looking at him.
"Of course you're also my friend, but you're also my patient. And I'm not allowed to share deep subjects with my patients," Castiel explains and he walks up to Dean. "Now just eat the rest of your dinner and take some sleep. I will check by if I'm leaving."
Dean nods and pricks with his fork in the hospital food.
Castiel is standing in the hallway, in his coat. He walks towards the door of Dean's room and carefully opens it.
Dean is lying in the bed and he's still awake. "Castiel?" Dean sounds tired and his voice sounds gruff.
"Aren't you sleeping yet?" Castiel asks and he sees Dean's silhouette shaking it's head.
"Nope," Dean says. "You said you'd come check on me before you were leaving, so I thought I'd wait to say you good night."
Castiel giggles.
"That's very nice of you," he says and is happy that the lights are out because he's blushing like hell. "But it's really late, you should really go to sleep."
"Okay, okay. Good night, see you tomorrow," Dean says and he sees how Castiel waves with his hand.
"Good night, Dean."
The door closes and the room is pitch black.