Hey guys! Here's a cute Destiel one shot thingy that imma set up. Send me requests and shit. I have too many unfinished chapter stories to start anymore so im gonna upload oneshots here and then come back to them later. Feel free to leave requests and ideas in the comments! AU or regs, doesn't matter.

Title: Accident Prone.

Cas was sitting at his desk when there was a loud thump and then the door of his dorm room slammed. His roommate, Sam Winchester, stalked inside angrily and huffed loudly when he sat on his bed.

"Are you okay?" Cas asked wearily, leaning to the side to see his friend around his computer screen.

Sam looked up at him like he had forgotten that Cas was even there. Sam shook his head and smiled slightly, "Yeah sorry for the racket Cas."

Cas shrugged. It was only the second week of school but Cas and Sam were getting along great.

"It's not a problem." Cas assured him, and then stood, "I'm heading to the coffee shop down street, would you like anything?"

Sam looked up, he was rubbing his hand like he'd punched a wall, "Oh um, no thanks Cas."

Cas nodded and left. When he got to the coffee shop it was mostly empty, aside from the barista and a man in the corner icing his face with a bag of frozen raspberries.

"Cassie!" the barista, also Cas' older brother Gabriel, greeted him much too enthusiastically. It seemed to bother the man in the corner who winced when Gabriel shouted.

"Hello Gabriel," Cas replied unamused.

"You're regular?"

Cas nodded. Just as Gabriel was turning to make it the man in the corner spoke up, "Hey Gabe, this bag's starting to melt, think I get can another one?"

"Sure thing," Gariel went into the back quickly and returned with another bag, this time frozen blueberries, "Hand this to him Cassie?" Cas rolled his eyes, took his coffee and the bag of frozen berries and strode to the man in the corner.

"Here you are." Cas said sliding them onto the table.

"Uh thanks," the man asked surprised that it wasn't Gabriel who brought them over. He removed the raspberries from his face and set them on the table where they sat to continue melting into a puddle. Cas was shocked by the bruise that was forming to the man's cheek bone. His cheek bone was very swollen and there was a gash just under the bruise.

Cas sat down without invitation, leaned over the table, and stopped the man from resting the frozen blueberries onto his face so that he could examine the wound.

"Um excuse me buddy, but you're harshin' my healing process."

Cas' eyebrows furrows and he squinted at the man and removed himself from the man's personal space.

"It looks like you've been hit by a baseball bat."

The man chuckled, "More like my little brother's massive baseball mitt fist."

"He must be very strong, and have very large hands, this wound is extraordinary. The damage alone should be looked at by a doctor, I'm surprised you're not unconscious."

The man leaned back and rose an eyebrow on the side of his face that wasn't swollen, "Well I have a hard head. You a doctor or somethin?"

Cas shook his head, "Nurse, currently going to med school."

He took a gulp of his coffee and ignored the burn as it went down his throat. The side of the man's face that wasn't swollen was very beautiful. His bone structure could be considered perfect and his green eyes were remarkable.

"Don't you need to go to med school before you become a nurse?"

Cas shook his head again, "After a year in med school you can be an intern. I volunteer at the hospital here."

"Huh I'm surprised I haven't seen you there," the man shrugged, "I'm a tad accident prone."

"I moved here two weeks ago, for the start of the school year. Transfer."

The man stood and dropped the melting bags of fruit on the counter, "See yah around Doc."

Cas nodded. He'd only taken one sip of his coffee and it was starting to get cold. Gabriel returned to the counter and frowned at the soggy fruit, "God dammit. He probably left a watermark on my table."

Cas rolled his eyes and then left the shop as well. He didn't feel like listening to his brother bitch about situations that he'd put himself into.

-x-

The man from the coffee shop wasn't lying when he said he was accident prone. Three nights after Cas met him he walked into the emergency room around four in the afternoon in a bloody white t-shirt. He was holding what looked like a flannel bunched over his left shoulder blade.

His boots left scuff marks on the white tile floor and his bow legged swagger was off because he was leaning to keep pressure on whatever wound was on his back. Cas watched as Pam, the secretary rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Hiya Pam, how's it goin?"

"Ya know handsome, you should just set up a tab here."

The man shrugged, "I only come in when I really need it sweetheart."

She laughed, "So all the time?"

"You'd be surprised at how much I can take care of on my own."

She laughed again, "Let me get someone on call."

Cas new it was gonna be him, there were only a couple of them here this late in the day and he was the only one who wasn't busy.

Pam picked up the phone and hit the intercom button, "Novak to the front desk, Novak."

The man leaned against the counter, cringing slightly when he bumped his shoulder a little. Cas walked over a moment later.

"Cas, angel, take care of handsome for me?"

He nodded, "Sure thing Pam," Cas turned and rose an eyebrow at the man, "Hello again."

The man walked down the hall with him to the nearest empty room.

"Hey Doc, long time no see."

"I am not a doctor, I'm a nurse and my name is Castiel."

The man smiled, "My name isn't handsome, it's Dean, Pam's just a flirt."

"Remove your shirt." Cas said as he put on some gloves.

"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?"

Cas looked over to see a wicked smirk on Dean's face. The bruise from a couple days before was not swollen anymore but it was very dark and the gash had scabbed over.

"Just do as I say please?"

Dean smiled wider, "I'm pretty sure it's stuck to my back."

"Alright, sit still." Cas cut the shirt from Dean's torso and examined the wound on his shoulder blade.

It was a deep gash that was about five inches long, and most definitely needed stitches.

"You're going to need stitches, and it won't fully heal for a couple weeks at least." Cas told him as he cleaned the wound, "How did this happen?"

He listened as Dean explained that the hoods of cars were very sharp and also that one of his coworkers was very stupid.

"You're going to have to come back to get these removed." Cas told him as he tucked his bloody flannel the back pocket of his jeans.

Dean shrugged and then furrowed his brows as Cas starting feeling around his face and lifting his eyelids.

"I thought you might have a concussion."

Dean pulled away and waved him off as he stood, "Nah, it went away."

Cas rolled his eyes, "Clean that in the shower, and if your concussion returns, and I suspect that it might, take ibuprofen twice a day."

"Thanks Doc, see yah around."

-x-

A week and a half later Dean was fixing Sam's car for him and the kid had left to go to the bathroom. They had just ran the engine a couple times but Dean figured it might've been long enough. He reached in to remove a cylinder but it was still hot and he shouted and dropped the cylinder on his driveway with a loud clink.

Sam returned a minute later and frowned at him, "Seriously Dean I was gone for like two minutes."

"I'm fine," Dean waved him off, "The cylinder was a little hot."

"Let me see your hand."

"What? No."

"Dean come on—"

"Sammy chill I'm okay."

Sam ignored him and grabbed his brother's hand anyways, "Dean this is a bad burn, you need to get this checked out."

"Sam, I already have like three more hospital bills that I need to pay."

"Well burn cream and an ace bandage isn't gonna make that go away, so figure it out."

Reluctantly Dean left Sam at his house and headed to the ER. Pam sent him into the nearest room and he hopped onto the examination table and swung his clunky booted feet back and forth while he waited for a nurse.

When Cas walked in Dean couldn't help but smile. He was growing fond of the nerdy guy.

"Well aren't you not a surprise," Cas said when he entered, there was a small smirk on his lips.

"Sup Doc, figured I'd come down for a visit."

Dean didn't miss Cas roll his eyes, "What've you done now?"

Dean held up the palm of his hand to show Cas the nasty burn. Cas took Dean's hand gingerly in both of his and brought it right to his face so that he could examine it more closely. Dean thought Cas' hands felt nice, they were soft.

"What did you even touch?"

Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and looked sheepishly at Cas, "I was trying to remove a cylinder from Sammy's car because I was fixin his engine and it hadn't cooled off yet."

Cas nodded and began shuffling about the room for supplies, "Sammy?" he asked keeping the small talk going.

"He's my little brother."

"The one that punched you in the face?"

Dean couldn't help but laugh, "Yup that's the one."

"How nice of you to help him after he walloped you like the Hulk."

Dean laughed again, "It wasn't any big thing, just how we argue sometimes. Nothing serious, I love that kid to death, and he can't fix a car for shit."

Cas began to gently clean the burn. Dean winced because it stung but kept still. After he cleaned it he cut away the skin that was sticking up and peeling away then applied some burn cream and wrapped it with gauze.

"Here is some more gauze and burn cream, re wrap it and apply the cream until it the skin is no longer raw."

"That's it?" Dean scoffed, "I could've done that."

"You probably wouldn't have been able to clean the burn properly and then it would have gotten infected," Cas pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean hopped down and headed for the door, "See yah around Doc."

"Hopefully this time it'll be at the coffee shop instead of the emergency room." Cas offered and Dean chuckled down the hallway.

When Dean got back to his house about an hour later Sam was sitting on the hood of his car drinking a beer. Dean waved his gauze covered hand in greeting.

"What're you smiling for?" Sam asked hopping of the hood and walking over to him.

Dean shrugged, "No reason."

"Dean, you hate hospitals, you have a hot nurse or something?"

"You could say that," Dean smirked.

"You snag her number?"

"Nah, didn't ask him for it."

"Him?" Sam rose both his eyebrows.

"A hot nurse is a hot nurse Sammy."

Later that night Sam returned to his college dorm room to find Cas still awake.

"I'm surprised you're awake Cas, don't you have class in the morning?"

"Yes, but I had work today so I haven't had time to work on my paper yet."

Sam nodded and huffed a loud satisfied sigh when he plopped himself on his bed, "My brother may be an idiot but he sure is a great cook."

"Well while you dined on homecooked food I ate hospital food for lunch, I've gotta say though not much different from the cafeteria here." Cas said with a snort.

Sam chuckled, "I'm gonna hit the hay, you can keep your light on, it won't bother me."

-x-

For the next two weeks Dean returned to the hospital three more times. Once with two broken fingers and the need for a splint, once for stitches on his left hand and once for pulling his hamstring.

He asked for Cas every time.

Dean was really starting to like this Castiel Novak guy. He looked cute in scrubs, he was always very gentle with Dean's injuries, and he knew how to take a joke. Not to mention he took every strangled effort of Dean's flirting in stride.

Dean remained unhurt for the next couple of weeks after that. He was psyched because his paycheck wasn't going to hospital copays but he missed chatting up his messy haired nurse. His? Cas wasn't really his, but Dean liked to think of him as his own nurse, even the idea of Cas treating other people made Dean a little jealous.

Dean was standing in front of his bathroom mirror trying to examine the stitches on his back. They had started itching because the wound was almost completely healed but Dean didn't want to pay to have them removed if he didn't have to even if he did want to see Cas.

He pulled out his cellphone and called Sam.

"Dean?" his brother answered.

"Hey Sammy, you busy right now?"

"Well I'm trying to finish a take home exam—"

Dean cut him off, "Think you could do me a favor?"

"What?" Dean could feel Sam roll his eyes.

"I need you to remove the stitches from my back for me."

"What? Seriously? Ew."

"Come on Sammy, please? I don't wanna pay for it."

"Fine, bring a coffee and I'll do it."

"Deal."

-x-

Then for about another two weeks Cas saw nothing of Dean at the hospital. He was glad that Dean wasn't constantly getting himself injured but he couldn't hide his disappointment when Dean failed to arrive at Pam's desk every time he went to work.

The man never failed to make Cas happy, even with his terrible pickup lines and terrible stubbornness.

Then Cas walked into his brother's coffee shop to find Dean receiving two coffees from Gabriel at the counter. He wondered who the second coffee was for.

"Cassie! Long time no see little bro." Gabriel smiled at him as he handed Dean his coffee.

"Hello Gabriel, I saw you yesterday." Cas deadpanned.

Dean turned around and smiled when he heard Cas' voice, "Little bro?" he asked.

"Oh hello Dean, and yes Gabriel is my older brother."

"The hotter of the Novaks, if I must say so myself." Gabriel said waggling his eyebrows.

"You're the only one that says so Gabe," Dean said with a chuckle, "How yah been Cas? I haven't seen you in a while, which is a good thing I guess."

"The hospital's been pretty slow without you but I'm glad you're not severely injured." Cas replied with a smile, "I've been good though, thank you. And you Dean?"

The taller man shrugged picking up the two coffees, "Same old same old, aside from the hospital trips. I gotta run though. See yah around Doc, by Gabe." And Dean left the coffee shop with a jingle of the bell above the door.

"I'll have my regular please Gabriel," Gabe nodded at him and then grinned, "What?" Cas asked confused.

"You're the new nurse that's been treatin Deano?"

"Yes, he is the most frequent patient I've ever encountered."

Gabriel put his brother's coffee on the counter, "He's a cute one too."

Cas blushed but replied, "The cutest." Cas rushed out of the coffee shop leaving his cackling brother behind.

The stroll back to campus took a little longer than usual because liked to enjoy the crisp air. It was about ten minutes later when he was opening his dorm room door and setting his coffee on his desk.

Cas was surprised to say the least when he looked up to see his roommate leaning over a slightly shorter and very muscular shirtless man with scissors. There were two coffees on his desk and Cas would know those bowed legs anywhere, not to mention the stitches that he put in himself.

"Dean, will you hold still please?" Sam asked exasperatedly.

"I'm tryin' too Sammy, but it's hard to bend over like this, you might be tall but I'm also tall."

"Well suck it up, I haven't got all day and I wanna get this over with."

Cas cleared his throat, "Um—" he didn't even know what to say.

Sam and Dean turned around. Sam smiled sheepishly and blew some of his hair from his eyes while Dean looked pleasantly surprised to see him.

"Oh uh hey Cas," Sam said, "This is uh,… not what it looks like?"

"You mean you're not trying to remove Dean's stitches with a pair of craft scissors?"

Dean and Sam both made that 'huh' face where the corners of their mouths turn downwards and their eyebrows raise.

"I guess it is what it looks like," Sam said slowly, "How do you know Dean?"

"I've treated Dean at the hospital at least six times."

"I didn't know you were Sammy's roommate Cas," Dean said with a grin, "What a small world."

"Wait, you're Sammy?" Cas asked looking at Sam who nodded, "I can't believe I never put two and two together."

"You never looked at my last name on the incident reports?" Dean asked.

Cas shook his head, "I don't fill those out, I'm only an intern."

They all stood there in slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment before Cas removed his jacket and then took a first aid kit from his desk.

"Sam, put down those scissors and finish your take home exam, I'll remove the stitches from Dean's back, properly."

Dean grinned, "Thanks Doc."

Sam put down the scissors and looked curiously at Cas when Dean called him 'Doc' and Cas shrugged.

"This will be easier if you're laying down so you can lay on my bed if you want."

Sam returned to his desk and Dean lied down on his stomach on Cas' bed. His fee hung off the end a little and Cas sat down on the edge with a pair of hospital scissors in his hand. Dean pressed his face into Cas' pillow and bedsheets and took a deep breath.

"Mmmm smells like Cas."

Cas rolled his eyes.

"Shut up Dean," Sam chuckled.

"You shut up."

"How about you both shut up?" Cas put in. They did.

They all sat in comfortable silence as Cas removed Dean's stitches. After about fifteen minutes Sam stood and stretched, "I'm going to meet Garth at the library, he did something in the lab very wrong. I'll be back later, thanks for the coffee Dean."

"Sure thing Sammy," Dean mumbled into Cas' bed.

About five minutes after Sam's departure Cas removed the remaining thread from Dean's back leaving a thin pink scar on Dean's large shoulder blade.

"You're all set."

Dean sat up so that he and Cas were sitting next to one another on the bed, "Thanks Cas."

Cas gulped quietly, he and Dean were very close in proximity and now that there wasn't an injury for him to treat he was very nervous.

"You're welcome Dean. Why didn't you come to the hospital to get them removed?"

"I've had stitched removed before, it's a bitch of a copay."

Cas looked up from staring at his hands, the bruise on Dean's face was starting to yellow. He reached up to touch it gently, it was clearly still a little sore.

"It's going away." Cas observed.

Dean nodded, "Yeah it's still a little sore, but uh, not as sore as my lips. You see I bit them by accident while eating a sandwich earlier, do you think you could kiss em' better Doc?"

Saying that Cas was shocked and delighted by this question would be a large understatement. Dean leaned in closer, "Cas?" Cas could feel Dean's breath on his cheeks.

Cas closed the gap. Kissing Dean felt wonderful. He hadn't kissed anyone in a while, but kissing Dean felt like he'd just been kissing all of the wrong people. The kissed ended and Cas opened his eyes to see Dean's wide smile.

"Thanks Doc."

"Only the best treatment for the best patient." Cas replied with a shy smile.

Dean stood, put on his t-shirt and then his leather jacket and then grabbed his coffee.

"I better get goin, I'll see you around Cas?"

"I hope so."

Dean smiled at that.

Dean shut the door behind him when Cas realized that he'd left his flannel on his bed. He picked it up and threw the door open, Dean was reaching the end of the hall.

"Dean!"

He turned around, "What's up Doc?" they both chuckled at his question.

"You forgot your flannel."

Dean winked at him, "Keep it."

A couple of days later Cas had the day off of work and his only class for the day had gotten cancelled. He was sitting on the counter top in Gabriel's coffee shop listening as Gabriel talked about his latest infatuation—fruit flavored syrups in coffee.

"Have you ever had an iced mocha raspberry coffee?"

"No Gabriel I can't say that I have." Cas said with a chuckle.

"Well I made one and it's DELISH, try it!" Gabriel pushed it towards him but Cas shook his head.

"You know I'm not a fan of sweet coffee Gabriel."

"But Cassie come onnnnnnnnnn," but Cas just shook his head and Gabriel went into the back of the store to pout.

The bell above the door jingled and Cas looked up to see none other than Dean Winchester enter. He couldn't help but blush. His heart rate sky rocketed and his hands got all sweaty. The smile on Dean's face when he saw Cas perched on the counter made all of it worth it though.

"Hey Cas, lookin good."

That was when Cas realized that he was wearing the flannel that Dean had told him he could keep. It had a variety of faded blues that made his eyes pop, and even though it was a little too big Cas didn't see why he shouldn't put a perfectly good flannel to use. Especially one that smelled like Dean Winchester.

Cas blushed even more, "Thanks, it's definitely the change in style, I got a tip from someone about flannel being in."

Dean laughed, and Cas was happy that he laughed. The older Winchester walked over to him, they were almost eye to eye because Cas was sitting on the counter. Dean pressed his hips against the side of Cas' thigh.

"How yah been?"

"I've been okay, work's a little slow." Cas smiled and licked his lips.

"Sorry about that, I guess I've just been a little more careful these days."

"That's too bad," Cas looked up into Dean's eyes, "I've always enjoyed patching you up."

And of course, just as Dean's face lowered towards Cas' Gabriel came sprinting in from the back and wonderfully interrupted their moment.

"DEANO" he shouted. The disappointment on both Dean and Cas' faces was clear but Gabriel chose to ignore it.

"What Gabe?" Dean asked, the tightness in his voice could have snapped any moment.

"Try this! Cassie won't because he's a wuss."

"I am not a wuss Gabriel, I just don't like sweet coffee."

"Deano you like sweet coffee." Gabe pointed out.

"Gabe, two sugars in my black dark roast doesn't really qualify as sweet."

"Once in a while you get a vanilla frappe, don't lie!"

Dean rolled his eyes and Cas tried to hide his grin.

"Fine," Dean picked up the ice coffee and took a swig, his eyebrows lifted slightly, "That's actually not bad."

"HAHAHA! YES" Gabriel yelled triumphantly and then went into the back and returned with Dean's regular order.

Dean looked at his watch and silently cursed himself, "I gotta get to work, I'm five minutes late, but uh see you around Doc." He winked at Cas who smiled shyly in return.

"You're hooked," Gabriel observed.

Cass nodded in agreement, "Like a suture."

-x-

Dean was sitting at home after work a couple of days later staring at the wall and thinking about Cas. Dean hadn't been in a relationship with anyone in a long time. He usually just hooked up with a big breasted chick or a plump assed dude at a bar and called it a night.

But he couldn't get Cas out of his head.

The dorky little med student had wormed his way into Dean's heart and he couldn't him out. He'd known Cas for almost three months now and their friendship just wasn't enough for him anymore. He felt light headed and nauseas when Cas was near him. Every time Cas treated one of his wounds his hands would get sweaty and his heartrate sped up. Kissing Cas had been a spur of the moment thing and then seeing the guy in his flannel tortured Dean even more.

Dean shook away his thoughts, got into his impala, and headed for the hospital.

Cas had clocked in to his night shift about twenty minutes ago and the night had been going pretty slow until he was called down for someone in examination room B. Cas sighed and made his way downstairs and entered the examination room.

There, sitting in all of his wonderfully gorgeous glory, was Dean Winchester. But it didn't look like there was anything wrong.

"Dean? What're you doing here?"

"You're not happy to see me?" he asked in mock pout. Cas rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm happy to see you. I'm just confused, you don't look injured."

"Oh I'm not, but I haven't been feeling very well."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I feel nauseas and my head gets fuzzy. My hands get sweaty and my pulse gets really fast, almost like I'm nervous."

Cas frowned, "Is this an all the time thing or only on occasion?"

"On occasion, it's not flu. I checked google."

Cas laughed, "Dean google is rarely ever right. You shouldn't self diagnose."

Dean took Cas' hand and pulled him forward so that his hips were resting between Dean's knees as he sat on the examination table.

"Google was right this time though." Dean smirked, "It said I'm lovesick Cas, which makes sense since my symptoms only happen around you."

Cas coughed in surprise, "You are the corniest human being on this planet," Cas was blushing a deep red and the smile on his face made Dean's entire year, "I can't believe you payed a copay for this."

"Niether can I," Dean chuckled, "So Doc, think you can help a fella out?"

Cas nodded, "In my experience lovesickness goes away with at least a kiss a day."

"Only one a day?"

"More than one can't hurt."

Dean grinned and pulled Cas forward by his scrubs and kissed him deeply. He pulled back and smiled, "I feel better already."

Alright! Here's my first little blurb! This is gonna be where I post my destiel oneshots from now on! Read and Review? Also feel free to leave requests in the comment section! AU or not it doesn't matter. Hope you guys liked this lil fluff. One Love. Liz.