Spock raised a quizzical eyebrow as the tall human aimed the antiquated weapon at him.
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"What are you?" Sam snarled. "An elf, a red-cap...?"
"Neither. Nor do I wish to harm your sibling," the baritone voice replied, glancing down at the older Winchester who was practically floating in his own spilled blood.
"If you wish, I can have him tended to."
"You can save him?" Sam asked, eyes wild.
Spock nodded.
"Do it."
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"Dr. McCoy. Please beam down with your emergency kit."
Sam batted his eyelids in disbelief as another human appeared out of thin air.
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"What is it, you pointy-eared gnome?" the man grumbled
"A patient needs your medical expertise, doctor."
"Then why didn't you say so?"
Tutting, McCoy ran a series of weird devices over the wounded man's body.
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"Spock, McCoy...the Enterprise...!" Sam gasped.
"Correct. And you are the Winchesters. It's a privilege to encounter the brothers who saved the Earth," Spock declared with a tilt of his head.