Bedside Manner
Title: Bedside Manner
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel AU
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1,904
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel is on the overnight shift in the hospital, and one of his patient's brother's is really, really hot....
Warnings: AU smut, desperate stairwell sex
Notes: Written for linguist212 who has been a little stressed out and in desperate need for smut! My only guideline was "Nurse!Cas AU". Here it is, sweetie! Hope it cheers you up!!
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Castiel swiped his badge to clock in. He still has about fifteen minutes before his twelve hour shift starts. He wandered over to the nurse’s station with the tray of coffee. He nodded at the woman behind the desk.
“Gonna be another long night, isn’t it Anna?” He set the tray down and pointed to one of the five cups.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” She asked as she took her coffee. She wrapped her hands around it and made a contented hum.
“Only when I bring you coffee,” Castiel said with a smile. He took the clipboard that had his name on it and checked his patient list. One of his patients was discharged before he came in, and he had a new one.
“Lucky bitch,” Ruby shot at him as she searched for her coffee. “You got room 512.” He raised an eyebrow at the slender blonde.
“Who’s in there?” The shorter, brunette Ruby asked as she swiped her badge.
“Only the hottest guy to ever have complications from an appendectomy and his equally hot brother,” the blonde Ruby said before taking a long drink from her coffee. Castiel took his coffee and threw out the carrier.
“A patient is a patient, no matter what they look like,” Castiel said. “We’re supposed to be professionals, ladies.”
“Yeah, we’ll see how professional you are when you see them,” Ellen, the head nurse said with a smirk. “Get working ladies!” She barked. “And gentleman.” She added quickly. They all laughed and went their separate ways.
Castiel was doing the start of his rounds, checking the vitals of all the patients on his list. He had four. He hesitated briefly outside of room 512. He could feel three sets of eyes burning through him. He shot a look back to the nurse’s station to see Anna, brunette Ruby and Ellen making themselves look busy. It was tough being the only male nurse on the floor.
He entered the room and tried to keep his professional demeanor. Once he looked at the long haired, baby faced, dimpled man, his professional mask almost slipped.
“I’m Castiel, I’ll be your nurse for the night,” he said, picking up the chart at the end of the bed. His blood pressure was a little high earlier today. “Just need to check your blood pressure and I’ll be out of your way.”
“Do your thing, man,” the patient said, holding his arm out for the test. Castiel gave him a small smile and put his stethoscope in his ears. He wrapped the sleeve around the young man’s arm and started squeezing the bulb.
He waited and watched the needle move, listening to the heartbeat. He unwrapped the arm with a satisfied smile.
“Blood pressure has gone down,” Castiel said as he wrote the numbers on the chart.
“Thank God the doctor is finally fucking here!” An irritated voice from the door said.
“I’m not the doctor, I’m a nurse,” Castiel said as he turned around.
The man walked through the room like he owned it. He had light brown hair, green eyes and lips, oh those lips! He walked a little bowlegged, making his heavy boots clunk louder in the room. He stopped a foot away from Castiel and ran his eyes over him. Castiel tried not to shiver.
“Sorry, pal, but we ordered the hot little brunette for Sammy,” the man drawled. The man in the bed groaned.
“Dean, shut up! Let the man do his job please,” Sam whined. Castiel tried to pull the professional mask back on, but it was much, much harder with those green eyes bearing into him.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes to change your IV. It’s a little low,” Castiel said. He really tried to look at his patient in the bed, but he couldn’t drag his eyes away from Dean. “Excuse me, please.”
He stepped around Dean and almost ran into the hall. His heart was fluttering as he rested against the wall.
“Which one was it?” Ellen chuckled as she walked past. Castiel closed his eyes, seeing only Dean and several naughty things they could do right here in the hospital. Ellen poked her head into the room and looked back at Castiel.
“It was the brother,” she said in that infuriating knowing tone. “See you in the morning, Cas.” Castiel waved weakly before pushing off the wall to make his way back to the station.
“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Anna whispered excitedly. Castiel finally allowed himself to smile.
“Oh, they are,” he said before finishing his coffee.
Bedpans changed, vomit cleaned and IV’s switched. It’s only five hours into his shift, and Castiel is exhausted. Every time he went into 512, Sam would grin at him, and Dean would leer. It made him a bit uncomfortable, but it was oddly hot. He was about to enter the room one last time before he took a fifteen minute break when he heard them talking.
“Dude, I’m straight, and I would hit that!” Sam said. Dean laughed.
“Wow, they must be giving you some fucking awesome painkillers. You realize you’re telling me to go seduce your nurse. A male nurse at that.”
Heat washed over Castiel at those words. Dean was thinking about him that way. This is not good.
He left the doorway of the room and walked quickly to the station.
“Anna, I’m taking fifteen,” he said, picking up the pace towards the elevators. He hit the down button repeatedly, even though he knew that it wouldn’t help the elevator come quicker. Taking too long, Castiel opened the stairwell door. He sat on the top step, thankful to be alone. No one ever used the stairs.
There’s no real reason to panic, Castiel reminded himself. Patients passed comments on his looks all the time. It’s not the first time he’s overheard it.
The difference is that he wants Dean just as much.
The heavy metal door behind Castiel opened, and then slammed shut.
“So that’s where you ran off to,” Dean said. Castiel’s stomach did a flip as he stood.
“Just taking a break,” he mumbled, straightening his green scrubs.
“In the stairwell?” Dean laughed softly. Castiel couldn’t help the flush that crept into his cheeks.
“Excuse me, I need to go back to work,” he muttered, trying to step around Dean. Dean blocked his exit.
“Not just yet,” Dean said as he ran his hand down Castiel’s arm. Castiel tried to pull away, but Dean had him pinned against the wall before he could even blink. Dean nuzzled the side of Castiel’s face. He tried to keep back his moan as hot breath puffed against the very sensitive spot just under Castiel’s ear.
“I need to go back to work,” Castiel said weakly.
“It’s eleven thirty at night,” Dean whispered along the corner of Castiel’s jaw. “Everyone’s sleeping. You won’t be missed.” Dean dragged his oh so soft and full lips across Castiel’s cheeks before kissing Castiel deeply. Castiel melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders. Dean’s hands slipped under the cotton shapeless shirt and began to tug at the long sleeved shirt underneath. Castiel squirmed as Dean bunched both shirts up, exposing his chest. Castiel’s hands went to the flannel shirt and tore at the buttons.
“I could lose my job over this,” Castiel panted before kissing Dean again, nibbling at Dean’s bottom lip.
“For having sex in the stairwell?” Dean replied as one hand slid down Castiel’s smooth chest and resting on the drawstring of the green scrubs.
“You and I have a preexisting relationship. I am treating your brother,” Castiel gasped as Dean’s hand ran over the head of Castiel’s dick through the cotton. “Conflict of interest.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” Dean said as he leaned down to lick at Castiel’s nipple, making the smaller man arch into the touch.
“We have had sex numerous times.” Castiel tried not to groan as he threaded his fingers into Dean’s hair. “We are intimate, and it’s still grounds for dismissal.”
“Cas?” Dean whispered as he dropped to his knees. “Shut up and enjoy it.” Dean pulled the drawstring of the scrubs and tugged them down to the floor. He ran his lightly calloused hands over the smooth skin of Castiel’s hips. Castiel couldn’t help but buck forward, looking for contact.
Dean ran his tongue teasingly along the crease where leg meets hip, making Castiel whine. Castiel jerks roughly on Dean’s hair, pulling his face towards his leaking dick. Dean chuckles and flicks his tongue out, tasting the liquid gathered there. Castiel’s head slams back against the wall as Dean takes him to the root in one motion. Castiel can’t help but push forward into the wet heat of Dean’s mouth.
Dean makes it sloppy, letting saliva and precome drip out of his mouth onto Castiel’s balls. It’s been two weeks since they’ve seen each other, but they won’t be able to fully make up for it here tonight. Dean gathers the wetness and brings his fingers behind Castiel’s balls to rub against his entrance. Castiel keens and bucks harder into Dean’s mouth.
“We really shouldn’t,” Castiel pants softly, tightening his grip on Dean’s hair. Dean hums in acknowledgement around his dick, pulling another sound from Castiel. Dean slips one finger inside Castiel and hollowed his cheeks. Castiel felt his orgasm build inside, making him whimper. A second finger joined the other inside Castiel and pressed against his prostate.
“Oh fuck,” Castiel gasped as his orgasm shot through his body. His hips stuttered forward, pumping into Dean’s mouth. Dean groaned and swallowed it all. Castiel slid down the wall slowly, panting through the aftershocks.
Dean made quick work of his own pants and sealed his mouth over Castiel’s. They kissed desperately, licking away the taste of Castiel on Dean’s mouth as Dean rubbed himself furiously against Castiel’s hip. Dean grunted and spilled between them.
Castiel continued to give Dean soft kisses as he came back to himself. Dean removed his flannel shirt and wiped them off.
“I need to get back to work,” Castiel whispered, not stopping the light kisses.
“Yeah, you do,” Dean replied, kissing back. Dean helped Castiel straighten the green scrubs. Castiel ran his hand through his hair.
“How do I look?” Castiel asked.
“Like you just had sex in the stairwell,” Dean laughed, smoothing down the green cotton. Castiel kissed Dean a few more times before slipping back into the ward.
Anna stared at him, eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk. Castiel sat at the computer behind her and began typing his reports.
“Spill it!” She whispered. Castiel shook his head and continued typing.
Dean strolled by the desk, a coffee and vending machine sandwich in hand. He winked at Anna as he passed her.
Ruby flicked Castiel in the back of the head.
“Lunch time,” she said, shooing him away from the computer so she could get going on her reports.
Castiel clocked out and headed to the empty cafeteria, lunch bag in hand. Dean was sitting at one of the tables, legs propped up and smirking at Castiel.
“Whatcha got for lunch?” Dean asked.
“Egg salad, yogurt and a fruit cup,” he said, sitting beside Dean. Dean leaned over and gave him a searing kiss.
“You’re not gonna have time to eat that,” Dean growled.
“I can handle having you for lunch,” Castiel growled back.
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Comments welcomed and adored!! ♥
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel AU
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1,904
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel is on the overnight shift in the hospital, and one of his patient's brother's is really, really hot....
Warnings: AU smut, desperate stairwell sex
Notes: Written for linguist212 who has been a little stressed out and in desperate need for smut! My only guideline was "Nurse!Cas AU". Here it is, sweetie! Hope it cheers you up!!
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Castiel swiped his badge to clock in. He still has about fifteen minutes before his twelve hour shift starts. He wandered over to the nurse’s station with the tray of coffee. He nodded at the woman behind the desk.
“Gonna be another long night, isn’t it Anna?” He set the tray down and pointed to one of the five cups.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” She asked as she took her coffee. She wrapped her hands around it and made a contented hum.
“Only when I bring you coffee,” Castiel said with a smile. He took the clipboard that had his name on it and checked his patient list. One of his patients was discharged before he came in, and he had a new one.
“Lucky bitch,” Ruby shot at him as she searched for her coffee. “You got room 512.” He raised an eyebrow at the slender blonde.
“Who’s in there?” The shorter, brunette Ruby asked as she swiped her badge.
“Only the hottest guy to ever have complications from an appendectomy and his equally hot brother,” the blonde Ruby said before taking a long drink from her coffee. Castiel took his coffee and threw out the carrier.
“A patient is a patient, no matter what they look like,” Castiel said. “We’re supposed to be professionals, ladies.”
“Yeah, we’ll see how professional you are when you see them,” Ellen, the head nurse said with a smirk. “Get working ladies!” She barked. “And gentleman.” She added quickly. They all laughed and went their separate ways.
Castiel was doing the start of his rounds, checking the vitals of all the patients on his list. He had four. He hesitated briefly outside of room 512. He could feel three sets of eyes burning through him. He shot a look back to the nurse’s station to see Anna, brunette Ruby and Ellen making themselves look busy. It was tough being the only male nurse on the floor.
He entered the room and tried to keep his professional demeanor. Once he looked at the long haired, baby faced, dimpled man, his professional mask almost slipped.
“I’m Castiel, I’ll be your nurse for the night,” he said, picking up the chart at the end of the bed. His blood pressure was a little high earlier today. “Just need to check your blood pressure and I’ll be out of your way.”
“Do your thing, man,” the patient said, holding his arm out for the test. Castiel gave him a small smile and put his stethoscope in his ears. He wrapped the sleeve around the young man’s arm and started squeezing the bulb.
He waited and watched the needle move, listening to the heartbeat. He unwrapped the arm with a satisfied smile.
“Blood pressure has gone down,” Castiel said as he wrote the numbers on the chart.
“Thank God the doctor is finally fucking here!” An irritated voice from the door said.
“I’m not the doctor, I’m a nurse,” Castiel said as he turned around.
The man walked through the room like he owned it. He had light brown hair, green eyes and lips, oh those lips! He walked a little bowlegged, making his heavy boots clunk louder in the room. He stopped a foot away from Castiel and ran his eyes over him. Castiel tried not to shiver.
“Sorry, pal, but we ordered the hot little brunette for Sammy,” the man drawled. The man in the bed groaned.
“Dean, shut up! Let the man do his job please,” Sam whined. Castiel tried to pull the professional mask back on, but it was much, much harder with those green eyes bearing into him.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes to change your IV. It’s a little low,” Castiel said. He really tried to look at his patient in the bed, but he couldn’t drag his eyes away from Dean. “Excuse me, please.”
He stepped around Dean and almost ran into the hall. His heart was fluttering as he rested against the wall.
“Which one was it?” Ellen chuckled as she walked past. Castiel closed his eyes, seeing only Dean and several naughty things they could do right here in the hospital. Ellen poked her head into the room and looked back at Castiel.
“It was the brother,” she said in that infuriating knowing tone. “See you in the morning, Cas.” Castiel waved weakly before pushing off the wall to make his way back to the station.
“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Anna whispered excitedly. Castiel finally allowed himself to smile.
“Oh, they are,” he said before finishing his coffee.
Bedpans changed, vomit cleaned and IV’s switched. It’s only five hours into his shift, and Castiel is exhausted. Every time he went into 512, Sam would grin at him, and Dean would leer. It made him a bit uncomfortable, but it was oddly hot. He was about to enter the room one last time before he took a fifteen minute break when he heard them talking.
“Dude, I’m straight, and I would hit that!” Sam said. Dean laughed.
“Wow, they must be giving you some fucking awesome painkillers. You realize you’re telling me to go seduce your nurse. A male nurse at that.”
Heat washed over Castiel at those words. Dean was thinking about him that way. This is not good.
He left the doorway of the room and walked quickly to the station.
“Anna, I’m taking fifteen,” he said, picking up the pace towards the elevators. He hit the down button repeatedly, even though he knew that it wouldn’t help the elevator come quicker. Taking too long, Castiel opened the stairwell door. He sat on the top step, thankful to be alone. No one ever used the stairs.
There’s no real reason to panic, Castiel reminded himself. Patients passed comments on his looks all the time. It’s not the first time he’s overheard it.
The difference is that he wants Dean just as much.
The heavy metal door behind Castiel opened, and then slammed shut.
“So that’s where you ran off to,” Dean said. Castiel’s stomach did a flip as he stood.
“Just taking a break,” he mumbled, straightening his green scrubs.
“In the stairwell?” Dean laughed softly. Castiel couldn’t help the flush that crept into his cheeks.
“Excuse me, I need to go back to work,” he muttered, trying to step around Dean. Dean blocked his exit.
“Not just yet,” Dean said as he ran his hand down Castiel’s arm. Castiel tried to pull away, but Dean had him pinned against the wall before he could even blink. Dean nuzzled the side of Castiel’s face. He tried to keep back his moan as hot breath puffed against the very sensitive spot just under Castiel’s ear.
“I need to go back to work,” Castiel said weakly.
“It’s eleven thirty at night,” Dean whispered along the corner of Castiel’s jaw. “Everyone’s sleeping. You won’t be missed.” Dean dragged his oh so soft and full lips across Castiel’s cheeks before kissing Castiel deeply. Castiel melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders. Dean’s hands slipped under the cotton shapeless shirt and began to tug at the long sleeved shirt underneath. Castiel squirmed as Dean bunched both shirts up, exposing his chest. Castiel’s hands went to the flannel shirt and tore at the buttons.
“I could lose my job over this,” Castiel panted before kissing Dean again, nibbling at Dean’s bottom lip.
“For having sex in the stairwell?” Dean replied as one hand slid down Castiel’s smooth chest and resting on the drawstring of the green scrubs.
“You and I have a preexisting relationship. I am treating your brother,” Castiel gasped as Dean’s hand ran over the head of Castiel’s dick through the cotton. “Conflict of interest.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” Dean said as he leaned down to lick at Castiel’s nipple, making the smaller man arch into the touch.
“We have had sex numerous times.” Castiel tried not to groan as he threaded his fingers into Dean’s hair. “We are intimate, and it’s still grounds for dismissal.”
“Cas?” Dean whispered as he dropped to his knees. “Shut up and enjoy it.” Dean pulled the drawstring of the scrubs and tugged them down to the floor. He ran his lightly calloused hands over the smooth skin of Castiel’s hips. Castiel couldn’t help but buck forward, looking for contact.
Dean ran his tongue teasingly along the crease where leg meets hip, making Castiel whine. Castiel jerks roughly on Dean’s hair, pulling his face towards his leaking dick. Dean chuckles and flicks his tongue out, tasting the liquid gathered there. Castiel’s head slams back against the wall as Dean takes him to the root in one motion. Castiel can’t help but push forward into the wet heat of Dean’s mouth.
Dean makes it sloppy, letting saliva and precome drip out of his mouth onto Castiel’s balls. It’s been two weeks since they’ve seen each other, but they won’t be able to fully make up for it here tonight. Dean gathers the wetness and brings his fingers behind Castiel’s balls to rub against his entrance. Castiel keens and bucks harder into Dean’s mouth.
“We really shouldn’t,” Castiel pants softly, tightening his grip on Dean’s hair. Dean hums in acknowledgement around his dick, pulling another sound from Castiel. Dean slips one finger inside Castiel and hollowed his cheeks. Castiel felt his orgasm build inside, making him whimper. A second finger joined the other inside Castiel and pressed against his prostate.
“Oh fuck,” Castiel gasped as his orgasm shot through his body. His hips stuttered forward, pumping into Dean’s mouth. Dean groaned and swallowed it all. Castiel slid down the wall slowly, panting through the aftershocks.
Dean made quick work of his own pants and sealed his mouth over Castiel’s. They kissed desperately, licking away the taste of Castiel on Dean’s mouth as Dean rubbed himself furiously against Castiel’s hip. Dean grunted and spilled between them.
Castiel continued to give Dean soft kisses as he came back to himself. Dean removed his flannel shirt and wiped them off.
“I need to get back to work,” Castiel whispered, not stopping the light kisses.
“Yeah, you do,” Dean replied, kissing back. Dean helped Castiel straighten the green scrubs. Castiel ran his hand through his hair.
“How do I look?” Castiel asked.
“Like you just had sex in the stairwell,” Dean laughed, smoothing down the green cotton. Castiel kissed Dean a few more times before slipping back into the ward.
Anna stared at him, eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk. Castiel sat at the computer behind her and began typing his reports.
“Spill it!” She whispered. Castiel shook his head and continued typing.
Dean strolled by the desk, a coffee and vending machine sandwich in hand. He winked at Anna as he passed her.
Ruby flicked Castiel in the back of the head.
“Lunch time,” she said, shooing him away from the computer so she could get going on her reports.
Castiel clocked out and headed to the empty cafeteria, lunch bag in hand. Dean was sitting at one of the tables, legs propped up and smirking at Castiel.
“Whatcha got for lunch?” Dean asked.
“Egg salad, yogurt and a fruit cup,” he said, sitting beside Dean. Dean leaned over and gave him a searing kiss.
“You’re not gonna have time to eat that,” Dean growled.
“I can handle having you for lunch,” Castiel growled back.
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Comments welcomed and adored!! ♥
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