This story demanded to be written. I'm not writing it, it's writing itself.
In this fic I'm dealing with diseases in a fictional way. This is not in any way portraying a realistic scenario. It's just fanfiction.
Title from Amy Macdonald's 'Spark'.
Hope you enjoyyy, please review.
It was a clouded morning in autumn, one of those days that made you melancholic just from looking outside. Castiel was going to his job, like always. He'd woken up this morning with a bad headache and a heaviness in his head that almost made it impossible to carry around, and in an egoistic moment he had considered calling in sick, but he felt too much responsibility for that. He'd looked in the mirror, seeing a person that was tired inside and outside, but he just splashed some water in his face. He'd ruffled through his mess of a hair, and drank three cups of coffee against the headache. Then he'd left the apartment and drove to the hospital.
It always felt lonely to leave and come back to an empty apartment. He was 32 and still single, a bit like a male Bridget Jones, except his life wasn't full of hilarious incidents and anecdotes he could tell other people to relativize the emptiness his life really was.
Castiel liked his job most of the time. It gave him a feeling of satisfactory if he could contribute something to saving people. If they discovered a disease on time and someone had made it because of his help, nothing could make him feel better.
At some days, however, he wished he would have just gone sweeping streets or selling hotdogs, or something mindless like that. Today was one of those days. Yesterday a girl of 16 years old had died of cancer. You could just feel an atmosphere of dismay hanging around with his colleagues. They had all been quite attached to this girl, and she seemed to be doing okay lately, so this came as a shock to everybody.
"Morning doctor", his colleague Adam greeted him at the coffee machine. He was new here and still very young, and he seemed to have some kind of strange admiration for Castiel. He nodded shortly, greeting him back, then focusing on the coffee machine filling his cup.
"Morninggg", his other colleague, Gabriel added while punching him on the back. Gabriel was the big joker of the club, and usually Castiel liked that, but today while hearing his loud, cheerful voice he found himself wishing he'd stayed in bed already.
"Good morning, Gabriel", Castiel answered with a monotone voice.
"Tough day?" He leaned against the table and inspected him.
"I'm having kind of a headache", Castiel explained. "And I'm not feeling so well".
"Yeah, yeah, it's tragic", Gabriel said with a melodramatic sigh, meaning the death of the girl. "But the show must go on".
"I suppose", Castiel said, trying to give him a brave smile. It would be a bit harsh to admit that his feelings had no more to do with the death of the girl then with his own pathetic feelings.
Andy, his most loyal and helpful colleague, had come in too, rummaging at the coffee machine, overhearing their conversation.
He turned to face him and said: "Doctor, for what it's worth, I think we will all have a difficult day today. I just wanted to say that if you feel like it becomes too much, we would understand if you would go home".
Castiel nodded gratefully. "Thank you Andy, that is very considerate of you. I'll keep it in mind". But when he looked up, he saw Andy and Gabriel exchanging a meaningful glance. Andy looked down at his shoes, his cheeks burning. It was a well known fact in the hospital that Andy and Gabriel fucked occasionally. Castiel found himself feeling a sting of jealousy. Not because of Andy or Gabriel specifically, but because of what they had. Thankfully the clock pointed out it was 30 past 8, time to start working.
A bunch of new patients were brought in, he worked on some diagnoses and he went about his business as usual. Once he got busy, his mind got distracted enough not to dwell on those feelings he had been having this morning.
Around two in the afternoon, around lunchtime, he felt his headache coming up again, ten times worse this time. It was like something stung through his skull. He hurried out of the canteen, worried glances of colleagues casted at him. He went straight outside, hoping some fresh air would do him good.
He leaned against the rail of the stairs that was in front of the hospital. Slowly he felt himself become better. He looked up at the high trees and its brown leaves and all the leaves that the floor was covered with.
"No offense, but you look like you need to get laid", a voice from his right said.
Startled Castiel looked at the side. A young man was standing there. How long had he been watching him? Judging from the green eyes that were focused on him as if he was the sun he circled around, he probably had been watching the whole time he was standing here.
"Excuse me?" Castiel said, blinking in surprise. The nerve on this guy.
Despite his rudeness, he couldn't help but notice the man was rather good looking. His green eyes were bright and lively and they looked at him as if they could pierce right through his soul. He was extremely well built, he was wearing a brown corduroy jacket that blended well with the colour of the leaves, and a black cardigan with simple blue jeans beneath it. He radiated vitality. Castiel blinked again, but this time from his beauty.
"Just sayin' man, you just look like you could use it", the stranger said. "I mean, you're handsome and probably a doctor, right? I bet you can get tons of chicks". Something mischievous shone in his green eyes that he hadn't had off him for one second.
Castiel was too baffled at his brutality to form a coherent answer in his mind for a few seconds.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but my private life is none of your business", he decided to say.
"Oh, touchy subject?" the stranger said, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a provocative crooked smile. "Doctor…" his eyes wandered to the name plate on his chest. "Novak?"
"I don't usually get approached by strangers who start talking to me about my sex life", Castiel answered. "I can't even believe I'm even saying this to you. I was having a moment of piece. Go away".
To his surprise, the stranger only laughed. "What's your name?" he asked.
"You already know. I'm doctor Novak".
"I mean your first name", the stranger said, and his eyes sparkled as if he Castiel was some fun game to figure out and he found his hostile attitude very amusing.
Castiel didn't know why he was playing this childish game along, he could just have walked back inside to his colleagues, but he didn't. There was something about the stranger that made him stay.
"I don't see why I should tell you".
"Because I want to know".
Castiel looked into his eyes who were still fixed on him untiringly. "Then why do you want to know?"
The guy shrugged. "You just seemed troubled. Bored, lonely. Like me. Besides…" his glance went up and down over his body, and Castiel felt as if he was undressing him with his eyes.
He started to feel weirdly uncomfortable but flattered at the same time. Was it him or was this bizarre stranger sort of… flirting with him? That was just ridiculous. He had only met the guy for half a minute.
"I'm not gay", he said, even if he knew this wasn't entirely true. To be honest, for some bizarre reason he found the stranger to be quite arousing.
The stranger just grinned his mischievous grin. "Yeah, right", he snorted. "I'm not buying it pall. You want me to believe that, I'm gonna need hard proof. My gaydar never fails".
Castiel felt his cheeks flush. This was going into an even weirder direction then how the conversation had started. He needed to change the subject now before this was getting embarrassing.
He cleared his throat before asking: "What are you doing here?"
For the first time he diverted his eyes and looked over at the parking lot and the trees, too.
"I'm here for a little test", he said. "I've been having some weird symptoms lately. Been having some trouble with breathing. Night sweating. Coughing. Almost choked in my sleep last night. To be honest it's kind of freaking me out. So I figured I'd go see a doctor". He looked back at Cas, the sheepish grin back on his face. "Speaking of seeing doctors. When do you get off?"
Castiel stared at him. "Do you have no shame?"
The young man grinned widely. "I like to look at it as hedonism, but shameless pretty much covers it too".
The other man shrugged again. "It's a gift".
They stood there for a while, silently staring at the parking lot and the trees next to each other. He felt the eyes of the stranger still on him.
"I should probably get inside. I have a meeting considering a patient in five minutes. I might see you... later".
The man smiled. "That'd be nice".
Castiel looked at him for a moment and he realized that this little conversation with this man had cheered up his entire day. And he felt bad about walking away and not knowing if he'd see him again. But he just nodded and mumbled: "Right. I'm on my way, then".
He turned around and went on his way to the door, when he heard the voice behind him saying: "Hey, wait".
He turned around to face him and the stranger reached out his hand. "Dean Winchester", he introduced himself. Castiel led his own hand slide in the firm grip of the other man's hand. They shook a solid handshake.
Dean looked at him with that curious glance again. "That's an interesting name". He kept shaking his hand.
"You can let go of my hand now".
"It was bizarre meeting you, Dean".
Dean bowed his head mockingly. "It was my pleasure". Then suddenly serious: "Guess I'll see you around".
"For your sake, let's hope not".
When he walked through the door, Dean called after him: "Nice meeting you, Castiel Novak".
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