5

                                    

                                          
The Winchester siblings spent a hot minute strolling through the hospital. Each sibling was just as confused as the other. Albeit, a small part of the youngest screamed that what they were in should be obvious.
                          
"Dude, what the hell?" Dean whispered to his siblings as they passed the elevator. His voice had a mix of confusion and excitement in it, but mostly confusion.
                          
Sam shrugged. "I don't know." He wasn't the least bit excited like Dean.
                          
"No, seriously. What the hell?" Dean repeated.
                          
"I don't know," Sam repeated back, his voice more impatient.
                          
"One theory, guys, any theory."
                          
(Y/n) looked around, taking in that they were in a TV show. "G-The trickster trapped us in TV Land."
                          
Dean scoffed and glanced at his sister. "That's your theory? That's stupid." Sam rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
                          
"You're the one who said we're on 'Dr. Sexy, M.D.' Dean!" (Y/n) shot back.
                          
"Yeah, but TV Land isn't TV Land." Dean gestured around them, pointing at people and rooms. "I mean, there's actors a-and lights and crew members- you know? This looks real."
                          
Sam stopped both of them with his hands held out. "This can't be real, Dean. How can this possibly be real?"
                          
The eldest shrugged. "I don't know, alright?" He snapped back, his patience wearing thin. A nurse passed them, mumbling 'doctors' to the boys. "Oh, but there goes Dr. Wang, the sexy-but-arrogant heart surgeon." He pointed to a man in a grey robe sitting on top of a gurney. "And there's Johnny Drake. Oh- he's not even alive. He's a ghost in the mind of..." a brunette doctor approached 'Johnny Drake' and sat down next to him. "Of her, the sexy-but-neurotic doctor over there."
                          
"So, this show has ghosts?" Sam scoffed, turning to his brother. "Why?"
                          
Dean shrugged, still staring at Johnny Drake and the doctor. "I don't know- but it is compelling."
                          
"You watch soap-operas now, Dean?" (Y/n) snickered, kicking at the hospital floor to not face her brother, who was now narrowing his eyes at her. She couldn't look at him without bursting into laughter. Soon enough, he'd be admitting his liking for chick-flicks.
                          
"And I thought you said you aren't a fan?" Sam added a smile like (Y/n)'s reaching his lips.
                          
Dean shook his head, glancing at the ground. "I'm not," he quickly replied. "I'm not!" He turned his eyes to the elevator, widening them at the person coming out. "Oh, boy."
                          
"What?" The twins asked in unison, following his eyes.
                          
"It's him," Dean chuckled nervously, smiling widely. They were all looking at a tan doctor with slicked-back raven-hair. "It's him. It's Dr. Sexy."
                          
While Dean averted his gaze to the floor, (Y/n) stared at 'Dr. Sexy', narrowing her eyes as he stopped in front of them. Poor Sam still looked confused and troubled.
                          
"Doctor," Dr. Sexy nodded toward Dean.
                          
Dean smiled lightly, "Doctor," he replied before turning his gaze back to the floor.
                          
"Doctor," he then nodded to Sam, who stared until Dean kicked him in the shin.
                          
"Doctor," Sam grumbled back, rolling his eyes that he had to reply.
                          
Dr. Sexy finally laid eyes on (Y/n), smiling lightly. "Nurse."
                          
"Doctor." (Y/n) mumbled back, not as politely as she should've.