Supernatural One Shots

Quick Visit au i/f

You're in the waiting room of a walk-in clinic with your brother, Sam. You woke up really sick that morning, called out of work, and then called Sam and asked him to pick you up and take you to the doctor. He decided to take the entire day off to stay with you.

You close your eyes and lean your head against Sam's shoulder. Despite getting over ten hours of sleep the night before, you're still exhausted. You've been in the waiting room long enough for the pain meds to work and banish your headache, thankfully, but that also means that you've been in there for a long time. Finally, they call you back. You and Sam stand up. You sway and Sam grabs your arm.

"I'm fine," you say.

"You sure? Do you want me to go back with you?" He looks concerned.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Sam. I'm okay."

"Okay," he says warily. He sits back down.

You walk over to the nurse. She guides you through a door. She takes you to an exam room. You sit on the bed covered with crinkly paper. She does the prelim exam, taking your temperature which is high, and then your blood pressure which is normal. "Dr. Novak will be in in a minute, sweetie," she says kindly.

When she leaves, you decide to lay down on the table since you're so tired and it would be much more comfortable. A few minutes later, you hear a quick knock on the door just before it opens. You rub your eyes and sit up.

A deep voice says "Hello, (y/n). I'm Dr. Novak. I understand you're feeling pretty ill today." You open your eyes and look at your doctor. He's incredibly good looking. He has messy black hair and ocean blue eyes. He seems very kind. His eyes widen slightly when you look at him, and he quickly looks down at a chart in his hands. He clears his throat. "You have a lot of symptoms: fever, headache, sore throat, and a stomachache. Is that everything?" He looks up, his eyes slowly, somewhat hungrily going up your body until his gaze meets yours. You nod. "Does it hurt to speak?" You smile and nod again.

He sets down your chart on a table and walks over to you. "You're flushed," he comments.

"That's not because of the fever," you say shyly. You grimace at the pain in your throat from speaking.

"Oh," he says, seeming embarrassed. He takes the stethoscope from around his neck. "I'm just..." he trails off. "Would you mind lifting up your shirt just a little so I can listen to your heart and lungs properly?"

"Mmhm." You lift up your shirt so that some of your stomach is exposed. His eyes linger on your skin. He reaches under your shirt. The stethoscope is cold against your chest, but where his hand touches is warm. He looks off to the side, his eyes unfocused as he concentrates. He moves the stethoscope to your back. Now his face is only an inch or two away from yours.

"Take a deep breath in then out," he instructs. When you breath out, it shakes, hinting at your nervousness.

The doctor steps back. He takes the ear pieces out and put the stethoscope around his shoulders again. "Your heart and lungs sound healthy, but your heart was beating a little faster than it should be. Any idea why?" He goes back to the table and checks the chart again. "It says your blood pressure was good..."

"Truthfully?" He looks up at you curiously. You look down at your hands. "You make me nervous. In a good way," you add quickly. You look back up in time to see the doctor turn away.

He finds one of those things doctors use to look in your ears, and walks over to you. As he looks in one ear, he says, "You make me nervous too."

"Hm."

He looks in your other ear and says, "This ear is infected, but you didn't complain of pain there."

You shrug. "It just hurts a little."