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Chapter 2
Dean drove them into the garage. A sign hung droopily from the gutter; grease, dust, and mold made it so the sign barely said, “Bobby’s Auto Repair Shop”. Even though the original owner, Bobby, had died from alcohol poisoning years ago, Castiel took it over after he retired from his calling. He didn’t use it as a car shop but rather a clinic. This clinic was for people like Samantha, hunters, hired killers, people who couldn’t go to the hospital. Castiel didn’t ask too many questions and that just suited the rest of them.
About five years ago Castiel had the unfortunate coincidence of running into Samantha. She was on an odd mission. Well more peculiar than usual, since most hunters didn’t run in similar circles. She was to take down the hired kill that was on Castiel case. She tried to get him to safety but the stubborn SOB wanted to stay in his church saying, “God will protect me.” In the end Sam had been shot twice and gotten a broken nose. The hired kill had a smashed skull and Castiel lost his faith. That night he found out that he was quite resourceful when it came to bandaging Sam and he took up classes to become a doctor. It didn’t last long and he quit. But, he had learned enough to fix or heal his frequent visitors.
When they arrived at Castiel’s place, he was nowhere to be found. Dean shone his high beams, illuminating the garage. Dust hung in the previously dark abyss, rats scampered into the receded darkness. Eventually the house seemed to come alive as lights were switched on. Sam was about to knock on the door, when the tip of the shot gun peered through mail slot.
“Sate your name, really name please, and what your injury is.”
“Cass buddy it’s me, Samantha. Dean says I’m injured and need a hospital. I say I’m fine, just a bruised rib and busted leg. I should be …”
Castiel bristled at the pet name but opened the door showing how very disheveled he looked. He must have been asleep for his hair stood up on all ends.
“Ah, crap. Sorry Cass didn’t mean to wake you.” Castiel just grunted as a welcome and stepped aside letting Samantha walk in.
The house was old, there was more duct tape holding this old relic together than actually house. It smelled of booze, cigarettes, gun powder, and oil. Books where stacked everywhere, some were Bobby’s, while others were Cass’s religious and medical books. The only place sterile was the basement. Samantha headed toward the door that lead down stairs.
“Coffee?” asked Castiel from the kitchen.
“Sure, why not. Maybe with an extra kick too?”
Castiel’s voice tightened , “No Samantha, just Coffee.” His voice was rough and raw. The same tone of voice he used when talking to his old congregation. Samantha had long ago given up trying to get Cass to call her Sam, so she just rolled her eyes. He joined up with her by the door, opening it, and helped her down the stairs, coffee mugs in both of their hands.
Calling the basement a clinic was a bit of stretch. Castiel had used his savings to redo the bunker, which resided under the house. He put up white tiles, added cabinets and filled it with pain killer gauze, needles, and just the essentials to fix breaks and cuts. There was a metal table with a pillow on it that said, “Keep Calm”. She snorted as she hoisted herself onto the table, so much like him to put a pillow like that here. The place smelled like disinfectant and it irritated most people’s noises.
In the meantime Castiel had put on plastic gloves. “So, where is the pain located?” he asked before turning around. Samantha shot her best bitch please face. “Right, no sensation of pain,” he groveled. “So, uhm I’ll just talk to Dean real quick to see what his scans picked up on that made him think you need a doctor. Though, I have fair idea already.”
He turned to the cabinets and riffled through the contents. Castiel was average height, only 5’11”. He had brown shaggy hair as well as a stubbly beard that hadn’t been shaved for the last few days. His broad shoulder’s flexed under his thin shirt as he reached for the top shelf. He was rather lean for being as stationary as he was, but all in all he was in amazing health. Finally he found what he was looking for and turned around. He placed the liquid gel capsules in Samantha’s hand. She raised an eye brow. “Oh don’t give me that look. Its pain killers, your body will be thanking me and so should you. Last thing you want is your body throwing a coup d'état over own will.” She took the pills and swallowed them down with coffee. “Try to stay put.” He had meant that as an order but it came out as a plea.
“But…”
“No buts. Your leg looks bad and I haven’t even looked at your rib. But from your breathing our internal injuries are more than just a bruised rib, Samantha.”
She sighed, which turned to wheezing, and more fluids outside her body. Castiel’s point had been made.
Castiel left her on the table and walked over to the garage. The area surrounding the house and where Dean had parked was covered by mountains of crushed cars. Bobby had left them with the house and Castiel still hadn’t gotten around to getting rid of them. When he reached the car he opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. He hummed as he looked over the scans that Dean had taken.
“Castiel so nice of you to give me a checkup too,” said Dean saucily, surprising him.
“Oh well,” He fumbled for his words. “Well, uh, how are you?”
“Fine,” His voice hummed with amusement. “But I know you Cass. You didn’t come for my examination I just like it when you trip over your words. You’re here for Sammy.”
“Yes, Dean that is true,” he murmured. “Now, can you tell me how bad the internal injuries are.” His voice actually dipped with concern. “Her cough has me worried.”
“Well from my initial scans she does have fluid in her lungs.”
“Yes I surmised as much. And her leg? Her rib?”
“I would say her rib is bruised and she has dislocated her knee. The fluid in her lungs is the worst of it.” Dean pulled up a 3D image of Samantha body, pin pointing the exact locations of the damages. Castiel rotated the image on the screen. “This liquid is slowly drowning her. Can you do anything about this, Cass?”
Castiel moved the image around, getting better vantage points. “I’ll try, but she should use a real doctor.”
“Cass you are a real doctor. You may have unconventional ways of doing your work, but you are a doctor.”
“Dean…”
“Castiel, you’re a doctor and your patient needs you.” he huffed as he opened the car door. “By the way thank you Castiel.”
“Yah, yah whatever,” he said as he left Dean by himself again.