Break the Zone Challenge- “Literally everything about this is illegal”-less than 1000 words
Characters: Sam, Dean,. and Reader
St. Katherine’s Hospital St. Louis, MO
No one was paying any attention to the people in the dark car yelling at each other in the parking lot. In fact, everyone was ignoring the raised voices emanating from the black Impala. Folks were way too busy dealing with sickness and dying and all the other scary shit that happened at hospitals.
“I don’t like this one damn bit.” Dean Winchester muttered from the back seat, clutching his side. He was very pale and sweating profusely. The bandage on his side was saturated with blood.
I whipped around in the front seat to face him angrily. “If I wanted your opinion I’d ask for it, Dean! Those bite marks are infected and you know it! So unless you wanna go to the ER and try to explain them, I am doing this! Now sit back and shut the hell up!”
Dean scowled at me but said nothing.
I fiddled with the hospital ID pinned to my scrub top that Sam had made me at Kinko’s.
“There has to be another way..” Sam said in a worried voice.
I sighed. We’d had this conversation numerous times already. “There isn’t, Sam. He can’t go to the ER, and Cas is MIA. Dean needs serious antibiotics, and some heavy duty pain meds.”
Sam gave me his classic bitchface. “You know literally everything about this is illegal, right?”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at him. “Yeah, because we’ve never broken the law before.”
“That was different and you know it. It was for a case,” Dean said matter of factly, getting out of the Impala, phone pressed to his ear as he walked towards the restaurant down the block. “And besides, you’re just proving my point. Because what’d I do in that sweater, Sam? I lied, and lied some more.”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s pretend the sweater is the problem here. This has nothing to do with you being jealous.”
“That’s right. Nothing,” Dean said, eyes squinted as he looked inside for you and your date, oblivious to the weird looks the old couple sitting there by the window was giving him. When he finally saw the strangers frowning at him, his eyes widened a little and he gave them a wave of his hand - Hi there. Then he went back to his mission but, for the life of him, he couldn’t find you. Not until -
“Dean? What are you doing here?”
Oh, crap. Looks like you had found him.
He turned around, the phone losing contact with his ear. What was he doing? Good question. He was spying through a window. “Hey, hi. I was - I was looking for you.”
“You were? Why? Did something happen?”
“Yeah, you, uh - you forgot your umbrella.” There you go. Well done.
“Yeah, because it’s not raining.”
Crap. Again. “No, it’s not,” he agreed, “right now. You can never know, though, can you?” But he saw you weren’t convinced, at all, so he changed the subject instead, “So where’s, uh - where’s Daniel?”
“David,” you corrected him. “He’s going home. He just - he’s not my type. Too many sweaters. Hey, can I get a ride home?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he replied, trying not to smile too much. “Just uh -” he indicated his phone - “give me a sec…?”
“Yeah, of course.”
When you were far enough, Dean brought his phone to his ear again. “Too many sweaters. You hear that? What did I tell ya?”
“Dude, that’s not the actual reason.”
“Shut up, yes it is.”
Sam sighed long and loud, “You’re both idiots.” Then he hung up.