Here's part 2 of chapter 4, I need to look wether I have time to post the next chapter today as well... but I think I can post that today...

Bye, have fun!

A moment after Castiel said what were Dean's results, he left the room.

The moments after were quiet and awkward. Nobody really talked, nobody really looked at anyone. They were thinking about what could be a problem in Dean's case.

They all know pneumonia wasn't as bad as cancer of something, but still it could be worse than they thought at first.

A knock on the door breaks the silence. Everyone looks up as Julia walks in.

She seems much more experienced with telling people what's going on. Julia looks at the family in the room and nods one time.

"Castiel already told you what are Dean's result are, right?" she asks.

Everyone nods.

"I'm gonna tell you everything that's important."

Everyone nods again.

"Pneumonia doesn't sounds as bad, don't you think? But it is," Julia explains. "Dean already is wounded, so this could have a huge impact on him."

Dean isn't looking at Julia, he just looks at the blanket. "How do you mean impact, there's nothing wrong with me. Really," Dean says and he looks up.

Julia shakes her head.

"Yes, Dean, there are complications with your wellness," Julia replies. "But there won't be in a few weeks of time. We'll just give Dean all the medicines that he needs to recover and we'll do all the things we need to."

Everyone stares at Julia, not saying a thing.

"He'll get medicines and we'll clean the wound. Also we're going to look at his temperature once in a while," Julia continues. "So he'll be alright, it'll just take some time."

Julia nods to herself and waits for the Winchesters to react.

Sam looks at Julia, and then at Dean. "Okay, just… Just be careful with my brother. I only have one," he says and he looks at Julia again.

Julia nods with a serious face. "We will, it is our job at last."

When she finishes talking she walks away. When she closes the door, she blows out her breath and walks away. Away from the room.

Dean's parents left and also did Sam. It was all awkward after Julia left and after a few long quiet moments the other Winchesters decided to leave.

Dean felt tired, but couldn't fall asleep. He was just thinking about everything Julia and Castiel said.

Huge impact? Temperature? The wound and more meds?

It all sounded too weird.

How could this happen? Why just now, at this moment?

So many questions he wanted to ask to someone - no idea who - but the questions are left unanswered for forever. The questions bother him. This hospital bothers him. The only thing that makes him happy is… a knock on the door?

"Castiel!"

The young assistant walks into the room with a large smile on his face.

"Dean? I'm happy to hear that you're so happy to see me," Castiel says while giggling.

Dean smiles. "Of course I'm happy, I'm bored as fuck in this room."

Dean moves with his hand as a sign that Castiel can sit on the bed. Castiel does what Dean says him to do.

"I have your meds," Castiel says and he holds up a pack of little pills. "You should take two now and two after your last meal."

Dean nods. "Okay, can you get me some water then?"

Castiel nods, gives the pills to Dean and walks towards the water tap. Dean pops the pills out the package and lets them lay in his hand. Castiel fills a glass with water and gives it to Dean. Dean puts the pills in his mouth and swallows them together with some water.

When Dean's mouth is empty again, Castiel takes a seat on Dean's bed.

"How are you doing so far?" Castiel asks Dean.

Dean shrugs and glances away. "I don't know," Dean says. "I don't know what to think."

Castiel looks at Dean and smiles a little bit.

"You don't have to think anything, you know?" he says and Dean looks at him. "We just told you something and we told you we can fix it, really. So you don't have to worry about it, you don't have to think anything about it."

Dean smiles for one second, then his face turns serious again. "I know, but I just… I can't get my mind off it."

Castiel lays his hand on Dean's shoulder. "You don't need to worry about it, I'll worry for you," Castiel says with a friendly smile on his face.

Dean smiles back. He knows they shouldn't keep talking about this.

"Okay, I won't worry too much again," Dean answers, but just to stop this conversation.

Castiel stands up and grabs a thermometer. He walks back to Dean.

"I need to know your temperature," he says and he holds the thermometer up.

Dean nods. "Okay, do what you have to do."

Castiel carefully lets the thermometer slide into Dean's ear. The numbers on the meter jump up.

"98.60000 degrees," Castiel says. "That's pretty normal. I'll check this every day from now, just to make sure that you won't overheat."

Dean smiles and nods.

"That's okay."

Dean looks at Castiel and he immediately sees that Castiel's cheeks have turned flaming red.

Dean giggles and feels himself becoming red-ish too. They both glance away at the same time and they go on doing the things they need to do.

Castiel has done everything for this afternoon and it's Monday.

This means that Castiel can leave, because Castiel has short days on all Mondays. Castiel decides that he goes home, but he'll first lets Dean know.

Dean should know that Cheyenne will bring him food and not Castiel.

Castiel opens the door of Dean's room and sees a sleeping Dean. Because he doesn't want to wake him up, Castiel grabs a piece of paper and a pencil.

I'm going home, Cheyenne will keep you company at eating time. See you tomorrow. Castiel.

He writes. Castiel lays the piece of paper on the chair next to Dean's bed and leaves the room.

Dean wakes up and looks around him. He sees a little yellow piece of paper on the chair next to his bed. Dean takes the paper and reads it.

It's from Castiel, he left home early.

Dean looks at the clock, it's eating time. He sees the door go open and the blonde lady walks in.

"Hi, Cheyenne," Dean says and he tries not to imagine Castiel and her kissing.

Dean giggles and Cheyenne frowns at him.

"What?" she asks, holding up one eyebrow.

Dean looks away. "Nothing," he says and he looks at Cheyenne while she puts down the food in front of Dean.

When Cheyenne is done doing all sorts of things, she sits down.

"Can I ask you something?" Dean asks Cheyenne, who nods once. "You like Cas, don't you?"

Cheyenne's head becomes red and she glances away.

"No, w-why would you think that?" Cheyenne acts uncomfortable and she keeps looking in other directions.

Dean shrugs. "It's just the way you look at him, you know?"

"I don't look at him."

Dean laughs.

"Oh, yes, you do," Dean says. "And you wrote him a love letter."

Cheyenne gasps. "H-how… what?"

"Yes, it fell from Castiel's pocket and I found it on the chair."

Cheyenne takes a deep breath.

"It wasn't my love letter, I never even wrote one," Cheyenne lies.

Dean holds up on eyebrow.

"Ow, you didn't?" he asks and Cheyenne shakes her red head. "I believe it said love Cheyenne," Dean says. "And last time I checked your name was Cheyenne."

"Okay, okay, but I wrote that when I was drunk," Cheyenne says.

Dean rolls with his eyes. "Just admit that you like him," Dean says. "I can understand, Castiel is a really nice guy. And handsome too." Dean mumbles the last sentence.

Cheyenne puts her hands on her hips. "No, I do not like him!"

Dean rolls with his eyes, again.

"Okay, that's a shame," Dean says and Cheyenne looks at him.

"Why?"

Dean shrugs. "I wouldn't change a thing if I'd said it, because you don't like Cas, so."

Dean knows his little plan is working when Cheyenne turns red.

"What! You- you!" she grumbles. "J- just say it!"

Dean shakes his head with a wide smile on his face.

"You wouldn't care about what I have to say," Dean says and he smiles an evil smile in the direction of Cheyenne. "I'll only say it if you admit that you have feelings for Castiel."

Dean shrugs and sees how Cheyenne rolls with her eyes. "Okay, I like him. But just for a little!"

Dean laughs. "I knew it!"

Cheyenne puts her hands on her hips again.

"Now it's your turn to tell me what you wanted to say," she says and Dean looks around him.

"Hmm," he whispers and his plan has worked, he just wanted Cheyenne to admit her feelings. "To be fair." Cheyenne curious looks at him. "I totally forgot what I wanted to say, but, hey, thanks for telling me that you do like Cas."

Cheyenne's head becomes red and she looks angry at Dean.

"You- you!" she yells. "You idiot!"

Dean pouts at Cheyenne.

"Do you have to be so mean to me?" Dean sarcastically says.

Cheyenne grunts and thumps away. When she leaves the room, she slams the door close.

"Hothead," Dean whispers to himself.

Half an hour after Cheyenne left the room, Dean is done eating.

When he has put away the tray, he goes to sleep.