Fic: 120 (Supernatural)
New fill for the hc_bingo round 6.
Title: 120
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Sam, Dean, OC
Pairing(s): Gen
Prompt: Hospital Stay
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. If you recognize it, I had no hand in making it. I do not own any piece of the Supernatural awesomeness. It all belongs to Kripke et. al. I’m just borrowing for a minute.
Warnings: None
Summary: Just a brief moment between the boys from an outsider’s perspective.
Lucy was used to the gore of the ER. She’d worked there going on five years now and she was beginning to wonder if much of anything would surprise her. She’d seen everything from severed ears all the way down to a grown man choking on marbles. So when she saw two men stagger in around 4 a.m., her first thought was that it was going to be a really long shift.
She had been on the clock for nearly twenty minutes when tallest man she’d ever seen came barreling through the ER doors, half dragging, half supporting a dark headed guy. Both were scraped and bruised from head to toe and there was a lot of blood, although from what Lucy could tell, most of it was the dark headed one’s and given that he was still nearly conscious, she thought it probably was from the gash on his head.
The tall one was scared, she could tell. He had a frantic, wild-eyed look as the dark headed one disappeared behind the double doors. He caught her staring and made eye contact with her across the waiting room, intake forms clutched loosely in his hand. His pupils were dilated and his breathing was short. Shock her brain supplied as she looked at him.
She smiled at him, trying to look friendly and made her way over. If he was going to faint, she’d rather not have to haul him out of the floor. As tall as he was, he’d probably end up with a concussion from the fall.
She got him to sit and drink some water. He refused to let her take a look at his injuries, but he didn’t seem to be in any real danger. After their brief conversation, she decided she liked the man. Even dealing with the stress of the emergency, he had kind eyes and a gentle tone. She didn’t have much time to sit with him, she had her rounds to do, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that she had been assigned to them.
The dark headed one, whose name she learned was Dean from a brief conversation with the tall one, Sam, had a bad concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a busted up ankle. He’d had some internal bleeding too, but the doc had fixed that up and it didn’t look to be an issue now. They were monitoring Dean pretty closely, but all signs pointed towards a full, if painful recovery.
Sam had been full of nervous smiles for her whenever she came in to check on them. She knew he had been relieved to learn Dean was going to pull through, but he seemed anxious by nature. She had walked in more than once to find him hastily withdrawing his hand from his brother’s. She wanted to tell him there was nothing to be ashamed of, but knew he wouldn’t listen and it would only embarrass him.
Sam grew on her. He reminded her of her older brother. He sat unobtrusively reading next to the bed throughout the two days Dean was unconscious. His quiet presence just seemed to fill the space. He never caused any problems, was generally helpful to the staff, and was quick to thank them, but he never left that room.
Lucy brought him coffee a couple of times when she was on break or on her way in to work. It was worth it to see him smile, even if it was fleeting.
She was there the day Dean woke up. She was making her first visit of the day and paused at the door when she realized Sam had fallen asleep with his face cushioned on his arm next to his brother’s hand. He had a tight grip around Dean’s wrist. Lucy realized he’d been feeling Dean’s pulse, had even fallen asleep to it.
She saw Dean stir, his eyes blinked open and he frowned down at the hospital bed. Lucy stepped back a little so she wasn’t immediately visible in the doorway. Dean caught sight of his brother and Lucy saw his frown shift to something softer. He moved to carefully pull his wrist from Sam’s grip. With his hand free, he carded his fingers through Sam’s hair.
Lucy knew she was spying on a private moment. She stepped into the room, making as much noise as she could to announce her presence without actually waking Sam. Goodness knew he needed some sleep. Dean glanced up at her and winked, but shook his head when she made to check his vitals.
“Don’t,” he whispered. His voice was rough and tired. She knew he’d be asleep again in a minute and it could wait.
She shrugged, but smiled. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full,” she said. “I’ll come back later.”
Dean nodded and leaned back into his pillows, eyes falling shut even as his hand rested on Sam’s head. Lucy left them to their nap. When she returned she found two bantering young men and a Sam that was finally beginning to look alive for the first time since he entered the hospital.
Title: 120
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Sam, Dean, OC
Pairing(s): Gen
Prompt: Hospital Stay
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. If you recognize it, I had no hand in making it. I do not own any piece of the Supernatural awesomeness. It all belongs to Kripke et. al. I’m just borrowing for a minute.
Warnings: None
Summary: Just a brief moment between the boys from an outsider’s perspective.
Lucy was used to the gore of the ER. She’d worked there going on five years now and she was beginning to wonder if much of anything would surprise her. She’d seen everything from severed ears all the way down to a grown man choking on marbles. So when she saw two men stagger in around 4 a.m., her first thought was that it was going to be a really long shift.
She had been on the clock for nearly twenty minutes when tallest man she’d ever seen came barreling through the ER doors, half dragging, half supporting a dark headed guy. Both were scraped and bruised from head to toe and there was a lot of blood, although from what Lucy could tell, most of it was the dark headed one’s and given that he was still nearly conscious, she thought it probably was from the gash on his head.
The tall one was scared, she could tell. He had a frantic, wild-eyed look as the dark headed one disappeared behind the double doors. He caught her staring and made eye contact with her across the waiting room, intake forms clutched loosely in his hand. His pupils were dilated and his breathing was short. Shock her brain supplied as she looked at him.
She smiled at him, trying to look friendly and made her way over. If he was going to faint, she’d rather not have to haul him out of the floor. As tall as he was, he’d probably end up with a concussion from the fall.
She got him to sit and drink some water. He refused to let her take a look at his injuries, but he didn’t seem to be in any real danger. After their brief conversation, she decided she liked the man. Even dealing with the stress of the emergency, he had kind eyes and a gentle tone. She didn’t have much time to sit with him, she had her rounds to do, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that she had been assigned to them.
The dark headed one, whose name she learned was Dean from a brief conversation with the tall one, Sam, had a bad concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a busted up ankle. He’d had some internal bleeding too, but the doc had fixed that up and it didn’t look to be an issue now. They were monitoring Dean pretty closely, but all signs pointed towards a full, if painful recovery.
Sam had been full of nervous smiles for her whenever she came in to check on them. She knew he had been relieved to learn Dean was going to pull through, but he seemed anxious by nature. She had walked in more than once to find him hastily withdrawing his hand from his brother’s. She wanted to tell him there was nothing to be ashamed of, but knew he wouldn’t listen and it would only embarrass him.
Sam grew on her. He reminded her of her older brother. He sat unobtrusively reading next to the bed throughout the two days Dean was unconscious. His quiet presence just seemed to fill the space. He never caused any problems, was generally helpful to the staff, and was quick to thank them, but he never left that room.
Lucy brought him coffee a couple of times when she was on break or on her way in to work. It was worth it to see him smile, even if it was fleeting.
She was there the day Dean woke up. She was making her first visit of the day and paused at the door when she realized Sam had fallen asleep with his face cushioned on his arm next to his brother’s hand. He had a tight grip around Dean’s wrist. Lucy realized he’d been feeling Dean’s pulse, had even fallen asleep to it.
She saw Dean stir, his eyes blinked open and he frowned down at the hospital bed. Lucy stepped back a little so she wasn’t immediately visible in the doorway. Dean caught sight of his brother and Lucy saw his frown shift to something softer. He moved to carefully pull his wrist from Sam’s grip. With his hand free, he carded his fingers through Sam’s hair.
Lucy knew she was spying on a private moment. She stepped into the room, making as much noise as she could to announce her presence without actually waking Sam. Goodness knew he needed some sleep. Dean glanced up at her and winked, but shook his head when she made to check his vitals.
“Don’t,” he whispered. His voice was rough and tired. She knew he’d be asleep again in a minute and it could wait.
She shrugged, but smiled. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full,” she said. “I’ll come back later.”
Dean nodded and leaned back into his pillows, eyes falling shut even as his hand rested on Sam’s head. Lucy left them to their nap. When she returned she found two bantering young men and a Sam that was finally beginning to look alive for the first time since he entered the hospital.