I wash my hands thoroughly with practically the hold container of soap and scrub hopelessly. My hands still have a pinkish tint to them so I suppose I'll just hide them in my pockets. No one needs to know anything.
I do hope those pigs are hungry.
I go back out to the waiting room just as Sammy is wheeled around the corner in his normal clothes and no longer the drafty hospital gown. "The scans look all good so we are going to discharge him now, but I'll wheel him out in this chair to your car if you wouldn't mind showing me where it is," Dr. Sexy grins.
"Yeah, it's the beauty out front there," I tell the doctor.
We get nearer to the clear doors. "Is it the Chevy Impala?" he asks.
"My baby," I grin. Sam makes a face and laughs.
"What?" I ask him.
"It's just... Nah, nothin, nothin..." He laughs again.
"What the hell is it, Sam?" I question.
"You still call it that?" he asks.
"Her," I say correcting Sam.
"Of course," he chuckles as we arrive at the car and I help him into the passenger seat, closing the door after him.
Dr. Sexy starts to head back into the hospital but stops abruptly. "Oh, Mr. Winchester?"
"Yes?" I say, furrowing my brows.
"Here's my number. If you have questions and concerns about your brother of course," He says.
"Sure," I laugh. I shove the paper into the zipper pocket of my jacket and hop into the driver's seat. I start the car and feed her a Led Zepp tape.
"Where'd Wesly go?" Sam asks as I pull out of the parking space.
"Why do you care? You don't need to worry about him anymore, Sammy. You're with me now. Safe." I tell him.
"Dean. Where's Wesly?"
"I don't regret it."
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Fanfiction[Trigger Warning - some may find subject matter triggering] .... Dean Winchester's younger brother Sam has been in an abusive relationship with a man named Wesly for over three years. When Dean returns to Lawrence, Kansas and finds Sam in a h...
