Let Me Teach You how To Dance

Dear Mr Novaks

-three weeks later-
*knock knock*
Castiel lazily waddled to his door, predominate bed head, baggy pyjama bottoms, one of deans AC/DC t-shirts that he.....borrowed.
Post settled at his door step, bills, your invited blah blah blah, please donate to the hungry cockroaches, save the salt water, bees monthly, 50% of cheese burgers, scan results, donate to-.
Scan results.
Scan
Results.

--Two months ago--
"Hello mr Novak, how can I help you?" The doctor, a man with scruffy brown hair and converse shoes with a pair of 3D glasses poking out of his coat, asked as Castiel sat across from him.
"Well I've had a bit of a cough the last couple weeks, I thought it best to check it out, it is probably nothing."
"Well, yes, how long exactly?"
"1,2, maybe 4 weeks approximately"
*doctor raises eyebrows*
"6"
"Well, I'm going to get you scanned just incase, but it's probably nothing as you said, just come back here in a week or so, we can get you set up"
"Thank you"

-three weeks ago-
"Mr Novak, I have taken your scans to send of, I will will make sure to send you your results, this looks serious, not too bad, but something I'm pretty sure will involve some sort of medication, especially after this accident"
"Thank you doctor"
--Present Day--
Dear mr.Novak
Your scan came in two days ago, I'm sorry to report that you have cancer.
You have a Tumor in your left lung that has spread to your heart; right lung, stomach, liver and kidney. There is nothing we can do.
I'm very sorry, your estimated life span is six weeks, if you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask, a will documentation has been enclosed in this slip.
-The Doctor

You have cancer
You have cancer
You have cancer
You have
You
You
I have six weeks-from tomorrow
Tomorrow

Dean
-black-

Castiel woke up about half an hour later on his kitchen floor, he had fainted, or had he been asleep? Maybe it was a dream? A night mare? He checked the piece of paper in his hand.
Not a dream
A brutal
Nightmare

Dean