I know… 'Not another story! Why do another when you're in the middle of one already?' answer: because I got some FANTASITC inspiration from a story written by Mrs. Dr. Robert Chase calledstorm of fear. I REALLY suggest you read it, though it has nothing to do with my story, other than it being a large inspiration. Yes, I did steal the idea from her story AND the book\movie it's kind of a funny story.
For the sake of the story these things will be true.
1. Dean actually listens to CDs
2. Cas is human and the Winchesters are not hunters
Disclaimer: I do not own the supernatural or it's kind of a funny story. If I owned the supernatural, oh the things I would do… *sighs dreamily*
Dean Winchester sat in the front seat of his father's truck; you could visibly tell that he was fucking pissed.
"Dean, it's for your own good." John said, trying to reason with his eldest son. His brother decided to go to school that day, most likely to avoid the arguments followed by awkward silences that were more thank likely ensue.
"It was a fucking ACCIDENT!" Dean snapped, he had been telling his father this since he was conscious enough to explain what happened.
The thing was, Dean had come home from school; Sam, his little brother, was spending the night at a friend's house; and John was working late. Dean had decided to take a bath and listen to his new AC\DC cd. Half way through the cd, it started skipping, so he grabbed the player and before he knew it, it slipped through his hands. Next thing he knew, there were paramedics standing over him, trying to put him on a stretcher. The doctor said he would be fine but might need some psychological help.
"I know, I know. That's what you keep sayin' Dean, but you have been seemin' a bit depressed since the accident. I'm just findin' it hard to believe…" John said trying to make his son see his point of view. The 'accident' he was referring to was a topic no one ever dared bring up, it was describing ho his mother, Mary, had died in an electrical fire about a year ago.
"Why? WHY is it so fucking hard to believe that I'm NOT suicidal? Especially since I'm telling the truth! THAT should make it fairly EASY!" Dean replied, growing more and more enraged.
After a minute of silence, John dealed with the awkward silence the only way he knew how, blasting some classic rock. He switched on the cassette player and continued driving.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say…
Dean then switched to the next song on the mix tape. He didn't need a reminder of where he was going. He then preceded to here Bon Jovi leaking through the speakers.
I'm a cowboy; on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive
Dean rolled his eyes, but settled for that song, mostly because he didn't want to keep searching for another song.
Just as that song finished they pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. It looked a lot like a hospital. Dean didn't like hospitals, except for the sexy nurses that he found, for the most part, totally made up. A devious smirk crept across his lips as he thought about exactly how many nurses were in there, how many of them were actually hot, and his chances of getting a really sexy nurse. John didn't notice though, too many thoughts were capacitating his brain at the moment to worry what his son was planning.
After they go inside and finish with a few formalities, dean gets handed a pair of ugly ass scrubs and was told to go put them on in a private bathroom. After he came out he was dropped off in front of a door clearly marked room 666.
"Well, THAT'S not eerie." Dean muttered to himself sarcastically, as he opened the door. He stepped into the room; it had plain white walls and two beds with ugly blue hospital looking blankets folded on the foot of each. It was a fairly large room; it had a nightstand beside each bed, which were next to each other, separated by the nightstands sitting side by side. As he was standing there looking at the slightly depressing looking room, a figure emerged from the restroom. He was medium height, dark brown hair that was very curly and also slightly messy, he had these blue eyes that dean could practically feel melting into his soul; he was wearing the exact same scrubs that dean was wearing, but this very hot, very mysterious man made them look incredible. WAIT a minute! Dean's brain screeched at him. What was that about hot? And incredible? Dean didn't get to ponder that thought any longer, as the dark haired stranger took a shy step towards him.
"Hello, I am Castiel Novak." He said reaching his hand out to shake Dean's.
"D-Dean W-Winchester." Dean stuttered, suddenly nervous, for some unexplained reason.
"I was just going to go to the cafeteria; would you like to join me?" Castiel asked.
"Sure, Cas." Dean responded finally gaining composure, which he didn't know why he lost. Castiel was shocked at this new nickname from his brand new roommate, but quickly shook it off.
Ok, so, read and review. Tell me how I did, please? *attempts Sam's puppy dog eyes*
This chapter is kinda long, and there might be some mistakes because it is 2:30am where I am now. If I got any details wrong other than the pre-listed changes at the beginning, I would love for you to inform me. Please? *gives Dean's adorable flirty smile* ;)