Not smut. (Destiel, Paramedic!Cas AU.)

Chapter 3

     Hey, guys! Writing this story has been pretty hard for me, don't get me wrong, Destiel is my OTP, and I love writing. The problem has been the amount of pressure to continue it. I appreciate your support, sincerely, but that doesn't help me with ideas. So feel free to comment any thoughts or DM them to me! Thank you! P.S. Halloween chapter right after this one... :) So sorry for short chapter btw.

     Dean sat up from his slumped position; it had been about eighteen hours since his conversation with Castiel, yet, he couldn't seem to shake it from his mind. Although, continuously thinking about his talk didn't seem like such a big deal to Dean. Once again, Dean was waiting, sitting across the room in an uncomfortable chair, silently looking on as his baby brother lay unconscious in a hospital bed. He was waiting for Sammy to wake up.

     After a cautious glance around the room, Dean's gaze fell upon the doorway. He couldn't help but think back,

     "Does it hurt?" Castiel asked. Dean looked down at his arm only to realize he was clutching it.

     "How did you-"

     "I was the one who stitched you up and raised you from your death bed," Castiel replied, giving a small smile. Dean stopped for a moment, looking up at the paramedic. He then proceeded to look down, and feel just under the left side of his chest.

     "Wait-" Dean started, suddenly concluding that there was a gash that somebody could only access if he were without his top. Dean smirked, "-did you like what you saw?" he teased, giving a playful wink. Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

     "What-"

     "No..?" Dean interrupted.

     "I don't understand." Castiel finished, straightening out.

     "Right," Dean sighed, "well, Castiel- nevermind, Castiel is a mouthful." Castiel tilted his head again. Dean tilted his head as well, "I'll call you Cas."

     "I-" Cas stuttered, looking down, a small smile finding it's way to his lips, "I like that." The corners of Cas's lips curled up as he said those words, Dean couldn't help but focus in on them, they were so distracting, just like his eyes. It was slightly confusing to Dean, but, he shoved it off for another time.

     "So..." Dean trailed, "any good places to get food around here?" He asked. Dean had already been here for a week, he knew the best places to eat, but for some reason, he didn't want the conversation to end.

     "Yes," Cas replied, "I know a couple of good places." Dean made a questioning gesture, prodding Cas to tell him the places, but instead, heard something better. "My shift is over in three minutes now; I can take you then."

     "Alright," Dean replied, giving a warm smile, "I'll be right back." Dean turned around, walking towards Sam's room.

     "Oh," Cas called out, grabbing Dean's wrist and pulling him back slightly, "maybe after-"

     Dean was broken out of his trance when he heard the radio start playing, the song "Back in time" was booming, Dean looked over, Wednesday. All of the sudden, the sound of a flatline echoed over the music. His head turned to see Sam, laying unusually still, his chest no longer rising and falling. Dean immediately stood up, walking at a quick pace over to his baby brother, shaking him.

     "Hey, hey," Dean said, placing a firm hand against Sam's left cheek to try and wake him, "Sam?" Dean asked as his brother's eyes still unmoving, he looked over at the heart monitor, the line running flat. Dean ran out of the hospital room and into the main lobby, his heart pounding in his chest.