Supernatural One Shots

A Mystery Illness and a Flirtatious Doctor Make a Surprisingly Good Combination

Dean looks back at the nurse, Robin. "What was her temp when she came in?"

"104, even."

He nods. "We'll give you chilled fluids through an IV and give you a cooling blanket. Those should help bring the fever down." He glances at Robin again. "Will you take her temp again?"

"Of course." She sets the tablet down and gets out a thermometer; it's one of those where you run it over the person's forehead. "It's back up. 104.9 now."

He runs a hand through his hair. "So, we've got fever, headache, and muscle aches," he lists off. "Those were your only symptoms and they showed up completely out of the blue this morning?"

"Yes."

"Normally, with those symptoms, I'd send you home, but I'm concerned because the fever is so high and it came on so suddenly. "

"So what do you think it is?"

"I've got a few ideas but none of them completely match what you're telling me."

"That's reassuring."

"Sorry. For now, we'll treat the symptoms and I'm going to do some blood tests. The results should be back in less than an hour."

Robin prepares everything for the blood draw. When she's done, she moves the tray toward the bed. Dean stops her. "I'll take over, Robin. You go check on my other patients. Oh, but grab a cooling blanket first." She nods and leaves. "Lift up your arm," he instructs. He ties the tourniquet around the top of your arm. "Make a fist." You do. He swipes your arm with an alcohol swab. Just before he puts the needle in, he starts talking, probably trying to distract you. "Just between us, Robin's an amazing nurse - relax your hand - she just sucks at blood draws."

You laugh a little. You wince; there's a pull at the needle in your arm as he changes tubes. "So you're good then?" you ask.

"I'm the best." He glances up at you and winks. If you weren't already flushed from the fever, you would be now.

By the time he's done, Robin's back with the IV bag and blanket. She trades Dean the tubes of blood for the IV bag and blanket. "I'll take these to the lab," she says the leaves the room.

"Sorry about the second stick, but we need to get cool fluids in you to get your temp down." He hangs the bag on a pole beside your bed.

After the IV is in, he says, "Try to get some sleep. I'll be back in an hour."

• • •

Voices pull you out of the nightmare. Voices repeating your name, telling you to wake up, you're fine. Your eyes fly open to meet beautiful green ones. You sit up quickly in your hospital bed and hug the doctor sitting there. His arms wrap tightly around you. You bury your face in his white lab coat. You woke up crying and now you're full on sobbing.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. It was just a fever dream – a nightmare." You keep sobbing and he starts stroking your hair, comforting you. It takes a minute, but you finally calm down. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and lay back down. "You okay?" Dean asks. You nod and wipe a stray tear from your eye. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head. He looks around awkwardly. You lay back in bed.

Dean reaches over and dips a washcloth in a basin of water. The feeling of the cloth on your face, cooling down your burning skin is only made better by the fact that it's an attractive and nice doctor doing it.

He speaks somewhat softly. "Nothing showed up in your blood test; everything was perfect, actually. We can do more extensive tests now, which I highly recommend. Since this illness came along so suddenly, anything else could happen quickly. We need to get a move on."