Freedom of Fate ~ Castielxreader

15 - Diagnosis

A sharp prick in your arm jolted you awake. You lurched forward, quickly taking in the layout of the hospital room and the nurse holding your arm as she calmed you down. Settling back into the soft pillow, you watched the cute pony-tailed woman draw your blood into a needle. 'We're just gonna run some more tests, okie?' she explained with a smile then nodded to the door, 'your brother is waiting outside'. You cast her an obligatory smile in return as she left, leaving the door open for Dean to enter. He sat on the edge of your bed and patted your leg consolingly. You expected him to be pissed off but he just stared down at you sympathetically.

'They think you had a seizure,' he spoke softly, 'do you remember anything?'

'Up until Sam got shot, then it goes blank,' you tensed up in a panic. 'Is he okay?' you exclaimed, Dean nodded and you relaxed a little, staring down into your hands.

'Yeah he's stitched up but they won't discharge him yet. We were waiting for you to wake up then make a run for it'. You sighed in relief, then started getting out of bed but Dean pushed you back down. 'Maybe wait until the Doctor tells you you're good to go'. You wanted to protest, but as if on cue a goofy-looking middle aged man entered and beckoned Dean to leave. The man dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck and thin metal rimmed glasses perched on his nose was carrying a clipboard, looking more like caricature than an actual professional. He walked over to your bed, clicking a pen that he pulled out of his chest pocket and reading whatever was jotted down on his clipboard.

'So you had a little seizure did you?' he said in a patronisingly sweet voice, talking down to you like you were a child. The corner of you lip twitched up involuntarily with disdain but you cooperated with his questioning. In the same condescending tone he explained the tests and scans they did and asked if you had suffered a head injury recently, which you admitted had occurred two months ago. 'You suffered a traumatic brain injury. It caused the seizure, though if it was months ago there may have been another trigger. Have you been under stress recently?'. You snorted obnoxiously by accident but tried to disguise it as a cough and shook your head no. He eyed you suspiciously, clearly not convinced. He pushed his questions further, you could feel yourself getting hotter under his scrutiny. 'Have you noticed anything else off?' he inquired. It took you a moment to connect the dots, but then you explained the headaches and blackouts. He listened intently, hurriedly scribbling in his notes. He wrote you a prescription to deal with the headaches, stated you'd have to stay in the hospital for observations and left. Dean entered promptly, and you recalled the Doc's diagnosis. When you saw his face contort with worry again you weaved a lie into the story, claiming you were good to go.

Dean scurried off to get Sam while you got dressed and collected your things, sneaking off when the coast was clear and heading for the parking lot. As the automatic glass doors swung open and you stepped outside you heard a delightfully familiar voice calling your name. You looked around and saw Castiel running towards you, his iconic trench coat flapping behind him. Seeing him made you light up instantly, you held your arms out to him and he collided with you, almost knocking you over. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, burying his face in your neck and lifting you up, squeezing you as tight as he could. You were surprised at the force at first, he'd usually hold you like you were fragile. After a moment you accepted the affection and melted into his body, which even under layers of clothing you could feel was toned and firm, bringing your arms around his neck and holding him close to you. Losing yourself in him, you breathed his fragrance in deeply; he smelled like petrol and motel shampoo and it was perfect. 

'You're okay,' he breathed a sigh of relief, and you pulled away from him to look into his eyes, the shimmering ice-blue pools bordered by a slate ring, the way they scanned over your body and lingered on your lips before meeting your gaze and piercing into your soul. You smiled shakily, always intimidated by his beauty. 'Dean said you had a seizure,' he said seriously, grabbing your face and lifting it up, pushing your eyelids open wide with his thumb and forefinger, peering into your eye sockets. He placed his palm against your forehead and you felt a warmth manifesting in his skin as he intended to heal you, you quickly pushed his hand away, looking around at the dense concentration of people coming in and out of the hospital. For some reason you felt there was an intimacy in being healed by Castiel, a moment for just you two.