Supernatural One Shots

It's Been Awhile / Unfortunate Circumstances

Sam's in the middle of assessing one of the car accident victims when Owen walks up to him. "You're tagged out, Winchester."

"Sorry?" Sam asks.

"Patient in bed one is asking for you."

"Well, who is it?" Sam looks past Owen but the curtain to bed one is closed.

"He didn't say. He wouldn't let me touch him. He said that even injured he could and would kick my ass if I didn't bring you to him." Owen smirks. "I like the guy."

"Alright. Guess I'll see who it is. Was he in the car accident?"

"Looks like it."

Sam leaves Owen and walks across the room to bed one. He pulls back the curtain to see a familiar face, one he hasn't seen in years. "Sammy. Hey. It's been awhile." Dean grins; there's blood on his teeth from a cut on his lip. There's blood on his cheek and forehead, probably from glass from the windshield.

"I see they improved your face," Sam says breathlessly.

"Nice to see you too." Dean's smile falls a little and Sam's afraid he went too far, but then Dean says, "I'm not doing so good."

"Obviously. You were just in a car wreck."

Dean shakes his head. "I came here to see you." He closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

Sam's heart starts pounding, but he stands there motionless. "Dean, what's wrong?"

"I wasn't feelin' so hot." He opens his eyes to look at Sam. "I think I have appendicitis." Then he moves to the side, away from Sam, and throws up over the side of the bed.

"Son of a bitch," Sam says to himself. Dean lays back on the bed, breathing hard. Sam looks at the nurse by the desk. "Page Meredith Grey right now. 911." The nurse picks up the phone and starts dialing.

Sam gets into action. He grabs some scissors off the tray next to him and starts cutting off Dean's shirt. "Meredith Grey," Dean says. "She's the one that got that award, right? Harper Avery."

"Yeah." With the shirt off, Sam palpates Dean's abdomen where his appendix is. Dean's back arches as he yells in pain. "Sorry, sorry," Sam mutters.

"Why'd you call her? I don't need any special treatment." Dean really looks terrible now. He sweating, breathing hard, pale face.

"You're my brother," Sam states. Nothing more needs to be said about the matter. "Follow my finger." Sam holds up his hand. That's when he notices he's shaking.

"Sammy, I'm fine." Either way, his eyes follow Sam's finger as he moves it side to side and up and down.

That's when Meredith runs in. She stops short of the bed. "You paged me 911 for a head lac?" she asks.

Sam looks at Meredith, eyes wide in fear. "I paged you for appendicitis."

She looks at Dean and then at Sam. "What's going on?" she asks suspiciously.

Before Sam can answer, he's not even sure if he could or not, Dean speaks up. "My little brother worries about me too much. I'm fine."

Meredith laughs lightly. "You're Dean."

"That's me." Dean smiles flirtatiously.

"Sam's told us about you."

"Meredith," Sam prompts forcefully.

Meredith then turns serious, probably for Sam's benefit. "Why don't you get the portable ultrasound and have someone page Amelia for the head injury and Jackson for stitches."