Starships Were Meant To Fly ♦ with go_downswinging

[noblexcompanion]

One day Donna was determined to phone Dean for something that didn't involve monsters. Maybe a chat or a drink. Anything that didn't involve the killing of and/or almost being killed by monsters. That day was not today

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[go_downswinging]

Dean had called Donna to let her know that he was on his way. Getting injured was part of being a Hunter so it seemed that Donna had earned her medical badge in Hunter. He wondered how many times he'd been in a hospital but pushed that thought aside as he stepped inside Donna's room.

"Hey." He said with a hint of a smile, "you're becoming more and more like a Hunter every day. First hospital say over."

[noblexcompanion]

Donna shot him a smile and shifted to sit up. "The doctors aren't even hot, can you believe it?! Television lied to me. I didn't get Dr. Sexy. I got Dr. Baldy with a doughnut addiction."

She looked him over once. He still had all his limbs, that was a good start. And he wasn't dead - also good. "What? Didn't even bring me any grapes? At least tell me you know what these creatures are? I did some digging on the internet and read that wraiths have doom spikes, but I couldn't find anything with the vamp fangs and the wraith spikes..."

[go_downswinging]

"Not a freaking clue. I've got Sam looking into it." Which always suited Dean just fine because even now, research was boring. He much preferred the hunting. "I did come bearing real food instead of this hospital shit." He unzipped his jacket and held out a bag of fast food heart attack inducing food. IE the good stuff.

[noblexcompanion]

"My hero!" She was no where near a fast food junkie, but the thought of real, proper food after the hospital swill they called food was making her mouth water.

"So, how have you been? One of these days I'm going to ring you up for something not involving vampy-wraith-shape-shifting hybrid monsters."