6

                                    

                                          
"Oh, son of a bitch," Dean scowled and watched the hospital's inhabitants begin to move again.
                          
The blonde nurse from earlier approaches where they had an encounter with the trickster. "Doctor Sexy?" She repeated the call while leaving the hallway, making the siblings sigh. "Doctor Sexy?"
                          
"Paging Doctor Sexy. Report to the E.R."
                          
The Winchesters continued walking down the halls, searching for a way out. "Oh, by the way- talking with monsters? Hell of a plan!" Dean sarcastically said to his younger sibling.
                          
Sam sighed. "What do we do now?" None of them knew the answer to his question.
                          
"You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean started to walk faster but moved out of the way when the raven-haired nurse from earlier tried to hit Sam again.
                          
"Lady... what the hell?" Sam was done with the hospital and being slapped for something he didn't do/understand.
                          
The nurse shook her head. "You are a brilliant, brilliant-"
                          
"Yeah, a coward. You already said that." Sam interrupted. He did not want to hear someone spit complimenting insults to him again. "But I got news for you: I am not a doctor."
                          
(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, wanting to mention the whole 'We need to play along, meaning you are a doctor,' but Dean held a hand over her mouth. He wanted to see where this would lead.
                          
"Don't say that." The nurse breathed. "You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met... and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table- it wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault! Sometimes people just die."
                          
Sam raised his eyebrows, slowly lowering his body a bit to face her. "I have no idea what you're saying to me."
                          
"You're afraid," the nurse continued, shaking her head. "You're afraid to operate again, and you're afraid to love." Sam bitch-faced her. What part of 'I have no idea what you're saying to me' did she not understand?
                          
The other siblings rolled their eyes to the ceiling again as the nurse walked off. "Yeah, we're getting out of here." Sam finally agreed, shaking his head with a sigh.
                          
"Guys..." (Y/n) started again but was interrupted by a man that looked to be a patient's family member.
                          
"Hey, doctor." Dean internally sighed, but kept it from his face by answering with a 'yes?' "My wife needs that face transplant."
                          
Dean closed his eyes. "Okay, you know what, pal?" He dropped his voice to a whisper. "None of this is real, okay? And your wife doesn't need jack-squat. Okay?"
                          
"Dean!" (Y/n) hissed, smacking her brother's shoulder. He ignored her and continued forward, ignoring the man pulling a gun from his pocket and aiming it at Dean.
                          
"Hey, doctor," the man called again, then shot Dean in the back. 
                          
When the siblings turned to look at him in shock, the man was already half-way down the hall.
                          
"Real! It's real!" Dean hissed, holding his back as he slowly got down onto his knees, holding onto (Y/n)'s hands.
                          
"No, no, no, no, no!" Sam bent down, looking around in desperation. "Hey! We need a doctor!" He shouted, gaining the entire hospital's attention.
                          
A gurney was rolled over to the siblings, Dean placed on top, then they were taken to the surgery room.
                          
A large disgusted frown was drawn onto Sam's face as he tried to stop the bleeding.
                          
"B.P. is 80 over 50... and dropping," the blonde nurse informed quietly, making everyone turn to Sam. He only nodded slowly in return, still not exactly knowing what to do.
                          
"Doctor?" A brunette held a scalpel out to Sam, who looked at her like she was crazy. He shook his head nervously, making all the nurses in the room stare at him in shock.
                          
Dean looked to his left. "Sam, do something. C'mon!"
                          
The younger Winchester leaned down, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I don't know how to use any of this crap."
                          
"Figure it out!" Dean whispered back. "Sam! Come on, I'm waiting!"
                          
(Y/n) chewed on her nails nervously as her older brother began demanding what they would use during hunts. She hadn't been allowed in, or she would've immediately known what to do with Dean. The things she learned from her time in university would've been put to use in fixing her brother. Perhaps that's why she was a nurse- Gabriel didn't exactly want her to interfere.
                          
"He's so brilliant," the raven-haired nurse from earlier breathed with a smile, making (Y/n) roll her eyes, Drama queen.
                          
"We okay? How's it looking?" Dean asked after Sam cut the dental floss.
                          
Sam looked down to where his brother's face would be. "Yep. You'll be fine." He then looked back at the window where his sister and the nurse from earlier stood. (Y/n) smiled and gave him a thumbs up while the nurse mouthed 'I love you' with teary eyes, putting her hand on the glass afterward. Sam only smiled back, not knowing what else to do.
                          
While Dean watched the nurses' feat leave his sight, clagging and clapping echoed through the room. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.