Angelology

Chapter Eighteen: Changing Channels Part Two; The Angel in Disguise

"Oh, my God, Sammy." Dean said suprised looking around. They entered an old warehouse and once they opened the door, they entered into a clean, nice, normal looking hospital. "Seriously, what the hell?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam replied, looking as confused as his brother.

They walked through the corridors, slowly. Suddenly a young woman came closer to them and slapped Sam in the face. Hard. "You are a big coward. An extraordinary, amazing and beautiful coward, you did knew that, right?" she told Sam who was still recovering from his suprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he told her but she just bitchfaced him and slapped him again. Sam looked at Dean trying to calm down before screaming to the woman to leave him the hell alone. But Dean wasn't much of a help right then, he was looking at the woman extasiated. "Coward you are." The lady said for the last time and walked away.

"I can't believe this," Dean said, interrupted by his brother.

"Neither I." Sam said annoyed, massaging his cheek.

"No, you don't get it Sam. The sexy interns, the dirty aura you can feel it," they continued walking and Dean gasped, "Seattle Mercy Hospital!" he exclaimed showing Sam the Hospital's name written in a near wall with blue letters. Sam shot a confused look to his brother, concerned about the mental health of the big Winchester brother. "You still don't get it right? We are IN, Doctor Sexy M.D."

"I thought you weren't a fan of Hospital tv shows." Sam told his brother smirking.

"I'm not," Dean answered looking far and blushing. They gave a turn in a corridor and walked, avoiding eye contact with everyone. At the end of the corridor, they turned around and looked at any detail that could give them a chance of figuring out what was going on. "Sammy, what the hell."

"I don't know," Sam said looking at every person. They seemed like normal people. Which was okay since they didn't had any weapons to fight anyone, except their arms and legs.

"Give me a theory, any theory." Dean said desperate.

"Umm, the trickster trapped us in t.v land." Sam tells his brother, who stops suddenly.

"That's your theory? That's stupid."

Sam bitchfaced his brother, who suddenly went pale.

"Oh dude. Dude, dude, dude." Dean said excited.

"What?" Sam asked looking towards the place his brother's eyes were locked on.

"It's him." Dean said almost squealing.

"Him?"

"Doctor Sexy." Dean said almost panicking as the man walked near them. He stopped in front of Sam and Dean and greeted them.

"Doctor," he said to Sam who didn't responded quickly. Dean kicked softly his brother's leg and he finally greeted the other man. The man looked at Dean, "Doctor," he said and, blushing, Dean looked at the floor and greeted back. His face changed completely and he looked at Doctor Sexy again, rage invading his face. He pushed him against the wall and held him tightly.

"You are not Doctor Sexy," Dean said mad.

"What are you talking about, of course I am."

"No you're not. Because I swore that the fact that made Doctor Sexy sexy is that he wears cowboy boots. Not white sneakers." Dean said.

"Yeah...you're not a fan," Sam mocked.

"It's a guilty pleasure." Dean growled. Suddenly everything froze, except the three of them.