Changing Channels
"Oh, by the way, talking with monsters? Hell of a plan." Dean remarked as the three hunters walked down the hospital halls.
"Just--What do we do now?" Sam asked.
"Uh...Yeah, I got nothing." Saige shrugged. "I mean, I do have one idea but I'm pretty sure that--"
"You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean stated.
"Oh, but, come on. I had a fun plan." Saige said.
Dr. Piccolo walked up to Sam, going to slap him but he moved just in time.
"Lady, what the hell?" He asked.
"You are a brilliant, brilliant--" Dr. Piccolo began.
"Yeah, a coward, you already said that." Sam cut her off. "But I got news for you. I am not a doctor."
"No, don't say that." Dr. Piccolo told him. "You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."
"Isn't a doctor's job to, I don't know, keep them alive?" Saige asked.
"I have no idea what you're saying to me." Sam told the doctor.
"You're afraid." Dr. Piccolo stated. "You're afraid to operate again and you're afraid to love."
Dean rolled his eyes as Dr. Piccolo walked off, weeping.
"It's a lot less entertaining when it's you in the show." Saige sighed.
"We're getting out of here." Sam stated.
Mr. Beale walked up to Dean. "Hey, doctor."
"Yes?" Dean asked, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"My wife needs that face transplant."
"Okay, you know what, pal? None of this is real, okay? And your wife doesn't need jack squat." Dean told him before setting a hand on Saige's waist and continuing down the hall.
"Hey, doctor." Mr. Beale called out, pulling a gun. He shot, hitting Dean in the back.
Dean dropped to his knees. "Real. It's real."
"No, no, no." Sam grabbed his brother's arm. "Hey! We need a doctor!"
"We are the doctors." Saige said, kneeling next to Dean.
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In an operating room surrounded by nurses, Sam and Saige stood over Dean as he lie on the table. Saige placed a piece of gauze over the gunshot wound.
"BP's 80/50 and dropping." A nurse informed them.
Sam just nodded his head.
Saige rolled her eyes. "Dude, let's, like, I don't know, get this show on the road and fix him. They're waiting on you."
"Doctor?" Another nurse asked, offering a scalpel.
"What?" Sam asked. He shook his head no.
"Sam, do something. Come on." Dean said.
"I don't know how to use any of this crap." Sam whispered back.
"Figure it out. Ask Si, she's a nurse."
"I know how to use...half of this. Never finished school." Saige sighed.
"Sam, come on, I'm waiting." Dean pressed.
"Okay, um, I need a...penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle...and a fifth of whiskey." Sam stated.
"Jeez, because they don't have all of the correct stitching equipment right here or anything." Saige remarked. "I can do it."
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Cursed {Dean Winchester 5}
Fanfiction"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch." A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you...
