Dean Winchester hadn't been sleeping recently. He had no idea why he wasn't getting more than 3 hours a night, but what he did know was that in 13 minutes he had to get up for work. Dean was an EMT at Lawrence Memorial Hospital and he had the 5am shift. Now as much fun as it is to drag drunks out of the gutter he just couldn't find the motivation to get up for work today. Dean had wanted to help people ever since he was young, he just never really knew how, that was until he was 22 and he was in a car accident with his dad and brother Sam. Sam was so happy to have just gotten his driving licence but after that truck hit them Sam had blamed himself and hadn't got behind the wheel for nearly 4 years.

Dean pushed the quilt down his body, and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He ran his hand down his face and pushed himself off of the bed. He made his way in to his bathroom and turned on the light. He blinked as his eyes reacted to the light. He turned the shower on and hissed as the cold water hit his arm. He moved back in to his bedroom to turn his alarm off and grab his towel. He really hoped that the damn landlord had fixed the plumbing for once in his life. Dean pulled off his pyjama shorts and hopped in the shower. Shit. The water felt like ice on his skin. How the hell does anyone prefer cold showers?

Dean jumped out of the shower and wrapped his towel low on his hips. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He had had better days, the circles under his eyes were darker, and his facial hair was a little longer than he'd have liked, he looked nothing like the baseball star from high school. He brushed his teeth and then padded back to bedroom. He grabbed his phone and noticed he had two texts.

To – Dean/From – Sam (11:03pm)

Don't forget dinner at mom's tomorrow night, got something I need to tell you before, text me when you get this.

To – Dean/From – Jo (3:47am)

You better have gotten your pretty ass outta bed!

Dean could pretty much guess what Sam was gonna tell him. 'Dean I decided to get my hair cut' it's about the only thing that would need any serious talk. Dean chuckled at Jo's text then threw his phone on his bed. He let his towel fall to the ground as he walked over to his drawers. He pulled out some light green boxers and grabbed his favourite light blue jeans. He slipped the boxers up his legs and realised that maybe they were a little tight around his ass; he really should start running again. He quickly pulled on his jeans and grabbed his Led Zeppelin t-shirt, he couldn't even remember how long he'd had this shirt but it always made his arms look good. 4:22am. He ran his hand through his short blonde hair and sat down on his bed, he pulled on his boots and tied them up. He put on his dad's old leather jacket then grabbed his phone and keys on the way out.

10 minutes later he was sat in his pride and joy. He nursed his 67' Chevy Impala back to health after the crash. It took almost a year for Dean to restore her and make her in to the car she is today. Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the sound of AC/DC. He pulled in to one of the empty parking spots and turned off the ignition. He grabbed his work bag from the back seat and got out of the car. He locked up his car and made his way in to the hospital; he smiled at the nurse on the front desk, Lisa, and continued on to the staff changing rooms.

Jo smiled at him when he walked through the door. "Cutting close aren't ya Winchester" Dean just shrugged and flashed her the usual flirty smile. She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed the keys to the ambulance "I'll meet you out front, okay?" Dean had changed out of his day clothes and was starting to put his EMT uniform on. "Okay Jo" Jo made her way out of the room. Dean buttoned up his shirt and followed her out. He stopped by Lisa's desk as usual. She beamed up at him when he came over.

"Hey, how's the night shift been treating ya?" Dean smiled 'shyly' at her because he knew it would cause her to blush.

"It's been okay, not much has really happened tonight, but listen I know you finish at four and if you want we could get a drink about 6" Lisa smiled up at him with a hopeful glint in her eye. Dean was about to reply but Jo came running up to him "Dean we gotta go, some guy ploughed his car in to a lamppost" Dean waved a quick goodbye to Lisa and ran after Jo.

They jumped in the ambulance and tore out of the emergency bay. Jo flipped on the lights and headed to the accident site. The operator radioed them to let them know that the fire brigade were on standby in case they had to cut the guy out of the vehicle. They reported a weak pulse but the man had been unresponsive so far. Jo screeched to a halt as they reached the accident site. Jo jumped out and ran round to the back, Dean jumped in to the back of the cab to pass her the back board. She made her way over and Dean grabbed the kit.

Dean could see a lot of visible damage to the car, the lamppost was closer to the windscreen than it ever should be and it didn't look like the airbags had gone off. Dean could see Jo talking to the fire chief Bobby Singer, there was no way they were gonna be able to get the driver out of the car without cutting the doors and the steering wheel off. Jo and Dean stood back near the fire truck as Bobby instructed his team. As soon as the steering wheel was off Jo and Dean jumped straight in. Jo secured a neck brace around the driver and shouted to one of the firemen to come help. The fireman, Victor, climbed in the passenger side and helped Jo keep the guy's back as straight as possible. It was next to impossible to get the driver out without moving his back but they were able to keep him from moving too much. Dean helped move him over to the back board. They secured him to the board and moved it on to the ambulance bed. Dean wheeled him in to the back, while Jo ran around the front. Dean jumped in and they set of for the hospital.

Dean hooked the driver up to the heart monitor and it registered his pulse, it was slow and very weak but it was there. He attached an oxygen mask to the driver's face, as he pushed the elastic band over his head Dean felt a warm liquid on his hand. He informed Jo that he had a head injury. It had initially been hard to see because of the driver's messy dark hair. Dean tried to find any response in the driver's eyes. He opened each eye and shone his pocket light to test for a response. His pupils responded appropriately and Dean sighed in relief. He noticed that the driver's eyes were an indescribable shade of blue. Dean scolded himself because now really wasn't the time to notice messy hair and blue eyes.

"Jo! Are we almost there?" Dean shouted through to her

"Yeah! Its half seven Dean the school run, people don't exactly want to get out of the way"

"Do we know this guy's name I need to write something on this chart?"

"John Doe, they couldn't find I.D in the car, how bad is it?"

"He's got a head injury, weak pulse, his abdomen is inflamed, and probably about half a dozen internal injuries"

"Shit. Okay were here" Jo ran round and pulled open the doors. The emergency team was already waiting for them. Jo and Dean helped get the driver out of the ambulance and then the emergency team took over. Dean handed the chart over to Lisa; she mumbled something about recognizing him. Dean moved back over towards the ambulance. Jo came over and stood beside Dean. She knew car accidents were always hardest on him.

"I'm okay Jo; I mean compared to that guy I'm great. He's got pretty extensive injuries, it'll be a miracle if he actually lives"

"Castiel Novak" Dean gives Jo a confused look "His name"