Collection of Destiel

Dr. Novak

Prompt from anon: Cas is deans dr??

Disclaimer, I am not a doctor so the check-up Dean gets for his jaw is purely fictional although TMJ is a real thing, believe me I know.

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Dean took a seat in the waiting room of his doctor's office. Usually he hated coming in for anything unless he was sure he would die from it. But today Sam had forced him to get a check up on the small crack that came in his jaw when he chewed. They both researched it and figured it was TMJ, but Sam was convinced they needed a doctor to look it over. So here he was, sitting in an uncomfortable poorly upholstered chair surrounded by pale people who looked as though they might turn zombie at any moment. Dean couldn't stand the heinous smell of this place as it seemed to burn his nostrils.

But he waited patiently for what felt like hours until a pretty little blonde nurse stuck her head out of the door and ushered him in. As he walked down the hallway, the nurse kept chatting about her night and how she had gotten wasted the night before. All Dean really thought about was getting out of there as fast as he could.

"If you just wait in here, Mr. Novak will be in shortly." The woman pleasantly smiled at Dean as she almost pushed him into an empty room and shut the thick door behind him.

Dean just stood in the room and looked over the table laid out for him to sit on. But he opted for a chair in the corner that probably was for family. He hated this. He hated the way everything seemed falsely clean or the way it smelled like they were masking death by bleaching everything insanely. No, Dean hated the doctor. He had the way he felt as though a man was going to come in here and pick at every piece of him. Dean absolutely hated the doctor's.

Of course his last doctor had recently passed away from a car accident. That was why he was in this new place, with a new doctor who was recommended. Dean was even more worried now because this man was a stranger. Worry wasn't the issue, it was just the dread that lingered over the feeling of what lay ahead when that door opened.

What seemed like hours passed as Dean stared at the white ceiling and tried desperately to count all the black specks before the doorknob finally turned. Dean brought down his gaze to see a handsome guy in a white coat walk into the room and softly shut the door behind him.

Maybe it was the soft mess of dark hair on his head that looked like he never once combed it or the dashingly brilliant toothy smile the doctor flashed as their eyes met, but Dean's body relaxed and the anxiety from a moment ago seemed to wash away.

"Dean Winchester." The man held out his hand as his magnificently blue eyes locked with Dean's.

Dean stood from the chair awkwardly and took the hand in his. It wasn't a firm hand shake, but it was warm and Dean blushed at the thought of how soft his hands were. When the hand shake broke, the two stood there in silence a moment as their eyes seemed to never waver.

"I am Dr. Castiel Novak. I heard you are coming to us from Dr. Wayne." Castiel smiled warmly as he let his eyes fall to the clipboard in his hands.

Maybe Dean shouldnve said something, but his mind was honestly blank. No thought processed through his brain except the images of the way Castiel nodded softly to himself causing the hair to dance lightly. Or the way the doctor's lips curled up in the most coy smile. Or the way the skin around his blue eyes crinkled in the slightest. Dean suddenly forgot how to breathe.

"It says here you are here today for a pain in you jaw? You didn't think a dentist-"

"I absolutely hate the dentist." Dean blushed at how much of a sissy he sounded like. "I just needed a professional opinion. Me and my brother looked up some stuff and we think it is TMJ."