Dean was only nineteen. He had cancer. Dean was one of many teens and young adults in the hospital.

It wasn't an actual hospital. But it was a place with doctors and hospital rooms, but it was also a house for the kids. They could make their rooms their own.

Mann's hospital wasn't just for cancer patients. It was for any one with a disability, such as anorexia or Double Identity Disorder. Any kind of thing that a hospital could help with.

Now, Dean Winchester was new. He was admitted a couple days ago, doesnt have many friends. He's had a conversation with a girl who was anorexic. But that was about it.

He didn't think.he'd be here long, or that he'd be very happy here.

That was, until he was wondering the halls on his skate board when he got stopped by a nurse and chewed out. He wasn't listening, his eyes were looking anywhere but at the nurse. He looked across the hall into a boys dark room. He could make out various posters of bands. He's only heard of maybe three.

"Hello." The nurse snapped her fingers in my face.

"Yeah, Yeah. I won't do it again." He picked up his board and walked towards the dark room. It looked empty until he saw arms jump up from the bed and started air drumming in a pattern Dean didn't know.

The boys head started bobbing along with the song and he sat up and started full on rocking out. Head banging and jumping around the room.

He must've noticed Dean's presence because he stopped and looked at the door where Dean stood.

The mystery boy smiled and said, "Castiel. Castiel for short." And closed his door in Dean's face.