A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 2

It took Dean nearly half the day before he was finally done scrubbing the blood off of the bathroom walls. He looked down at his fingernails and noticed all the crimson, now dried-up liquid encrusted underneath his fingernails.

He heaved a sigh as he walked out of the bathroom that now smelled of lemon pledge.

Before the cleaning began Dean had put on the scrubs the nurse provided for him earlier. The white clothing had spots of blood splattered across every inch of its fabric.

Dean made his way over to the nurses station and realized it was a new nurse with beautiful, bright green eyes and red hair that was in a half ponytail. She smiled when she noticed him approaching.

“How can I help you?” She asked.

Dean pointed to his now red scrubs. “I need a new pair.”

She giggled and walked over to the cupboard to grab a pair. “I’m guessing you’re new here?”

“Yeah, actually I’m just a volunteer here for a month. Name’s Dean.”

“You poor thing. First day and you’re already on bathroom duty.” She said while handing him over the clean scrubs.

“Tell me about it.” Dean chuckled.

“Let me check what you’re supposed to do next, okay?” She asked Dean.

“Okay.” Dean answered as he watched her walk away to check the schedule.

She had a very distinctive walk. One of those walks when the girl sways her hips in sync with her moving legs. Dean always distracted himself by watching people’s actions. It’s how you learn to trust someone. It’s how you know if they are a friend or foe.

The nurse came back in what could only be a few minutes and began to read out loud what was about to be Dean’s next task. “Let’s see, as soon as volunteer finishes bathroom clean-up, ask him to go work with-” she paused.

“Work with…?” Dean urged her on so he could get to work.

“It says they want to put you with Cas, but I’ve dealt with him before he’s a very difficult patient. There must be some mistake.”

Cas. He remembered that name. Was that the same patient who put Dean through hell trying to clean his stupid mess?

“It’s no problem, really. I’m a pretty big guy I can handle any violent outbreaks.”

“No… no it’s not that, it’s just there’s protocols to follow, you have to have training! Let me just go check with my boss, it may take a little while, why don’t you go sit down in the patient’s living room area?”

Dean nodded and made his way over.

He sat down on a hard sofa that wasn’t very comfortable at all. It was the color of puke yellow and had many rips and tears. There weren’t any other patients around and he could faintly hear the TV that was playing some old black and white movie.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he thought he felt someone sneak up behind him. He spun his head around, but saw no one.

He shrugged and went to face the TV again, but nearly jumped off the couch when he saw those bright blue eyes staring back at him.

“Hello Dean.”