supernatural one-shots

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"Y/N, patient in 409. Needs stitches, it ain't pretty." Nathan, the A&E Department's manager grabs your arm. You nod quickly – it's been a busy night, since it snowed yesterday, leading to an increase in falls – you've put on more casts than anything else.

You push open the door to room 409, and are met with the sight of two guys – one sat on the bed, the other perched on a chair. Their attention snaps to you the moment the door opens, and you flash a smile.

"Hi, there. I'm Y/N," You introduce yourself, glancing them over. The one on the bed is hunched over, arm pressed into his chest, "What happened?"

"I slipped on-"

"A dog attacked-"

The two men answer at the same time, and you narrow your eyes slightly.

"You slipped on a dog?" You ask, crossing over to him and taking a look. There's blood seeping from the grey shirt that he's wrapped around his arm tightly. He lets out a laugh.

"Something like that. It's a bit of a blur, if I'm honest." The guy offers a tight smile as you unwrap the shirt, tossing it to the side. Three long gashes run the length of his arm, mostly obscured by the blood. You wince.

"Don't blame you, this doesn't look good. No worries, though, we'll fix you up in just a few minutes. How are you doing?"

"Apart from the half mangled arm?" He asks with a grin,

"Yeah, apart from the half mangled arm." You laugh, searching out the stuff you need to stitch him back up, "Needing some pain relief? I mean, I'll give you a numbing thingy while I patch this up."

"A numbing thingy?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You can't help but smile.

"I don't remember the name. Don't tell my boss, he'll kick my ass." You shrug, "I know what the label looks like."

"I hope you do."

You continue chatting on as you stitch him up, his brother occasionally chiming in with some witty comment. You can tell they're both exhausted and tense, and as you finish up on the stitching, you can't help but wonder why. It seems like they haven't slept in a month.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, looking him over. He shrugs.

"Better. Thanks, doc." He gives a lopsided grin, bending the arm a little. The pain meds you gave him made him a little drowsy, his eyes hooded slightly with fatigue.

"Good. I might keep you in for the night, if that's not too much trouble." You glance over at his brother, who's apparently struggling to stay awake, "I'll move you down to the night ward, it'll be more comfortable for both of you."

"You don't need to do that." He says, standing up. You raise an eyebrow.

"I wasn't asking, sir." You fold your arms, but you're grinning anyway. He smiles.

"If you don't mind. We could do with a decent night's sleep."

You drag the pair of them down to the night ward and get them settled in a room, even finding a foldable bed for the younger brother, Sam, who isn't enthusiastic about leaving.

"Hey, Y/N," Dean catches your attention just as you're about to leave them alone. You look over, seeing him with a grin on his face.

"Yeah?"

"I think you should come over here and give me your number."

"Can't." You say simply, watching as his eyes widen, "Bedside manner and all that. I get off at nine, ask me then."

You leave him with a wink and a promise to talk later.