The fifth drink was probably a mistake. The ninth drink was definitely a mistake. He was going to regret it in the morning when he woke up with a hangover he could feel in his teeth but for now it calmed the nervous feeling in his gut. Ok maybe the bar he was sat in was becoming a bit blurry but he'd gotten through college and med school after countless nights of drinking far too much so maybe, just maybe, he could do this.
"One more for the road?" Sam asked picking up his half empty beer bottle and grinned over at Dean. Sam had been staying with Dean for the past three days before he moved to college later that week. That night was the probably going to be the last night Dean got to spend with his brother for a long time so they were making the most of it. Mostly with beer. Ok entirely with beer.
"One more and I'll wake up lying in the middle of the road." Dean said wincing slightly when he heard the tell-tale sign of slurring the end of his sentence. Yeah he was three sheets to the wind drunk alright.
"Oh yeah, like that ever stopped you in the past." His younger brother said with a knowing smirk and damn him if Sam wasn't right. "You're starting work tomorrow, legitimate and respectable work I might, and if that isn't a reason to celebrate then I don't know what is."
"You're like some spawn of Satan." Dean groaned. He drained his bottle of beer and let out another groan. He was meant to be starting work in just a few hours, his very first shift as a freaking surgical intern, and he was sat in a crappy bar with his brother drunker than he probably should have been. OK definitely more drunk than he should have been. "Be a good spawn and help me get home."
"You're a light weight." Sam muttered but he still helped Dean up out the bar booth. True he wore a smirk while doing it but at least he was being helpful. "I'm going to tell mom you were drunk before your first day of work." He added with an honest to God childish snicker. What a little shit.
"Well I'm gonna tell her that you were the one who suggested I drink in the first place and that you were using a fake ID to get into this place." Dean shot back. If Dean was going to feel the stern but still loving mothering of Mary Winchester then Sam was going to go down with him.
"And I'll just tell her that you were the one who brought me that fake ID for my birthday. Face it; you've got nothing on me. Mom is gonna kick your ass and there's nothing you can do about it." Sam said gleefully. Damn him because he had a point.
"Shut up you asshole and take me home." Dean said pulling himself up out the booth with unease. Yeah that ninth beer really hadn't been a good idea.
"You're such a lush." Sam said rolling his eyes. "You should be the one to sleep on the couch tonight not me."
"Nice try, I love you man but I'm not fucking up my back just because you're dragging me home." Dean said with a drunken smirk. With a loud snort Sam threw an arm around Dean's shoulder and there pair stumbled, firstly because of the drunkenness between the two and secondly because of the slight height difference, out of the bar and Sam unceremoniously plucked the impala's keys out of Dean's pocket. "Like hell am I letting you drive my car Sasquatch."
"I've had three beers at the most." Sam shot back almost smugly as he veered Dean towards the passenger side. He hated riding in the passenger seat; it reminded him too much of being dropped off at high school before his Dad had given him the impala as a sixteenth birthday present. "Plus this way I get to play my music for once."
"You really are Satan's spawn." Dean grumbled as the car roared to life and Sam switched the music to some God-awful chart crap and…oh sweet Jesus Sam was singing along. Dean was sorely tempted to put his brother's hand in a bowl of water while Sam slept but that would mean getting pee over his couch. Not having to clean pee off the couch won over humiliating his brother in the end.
Morning came about a week too freaking early. Dean's mouth tasted disgusting. It tasted like something had actually crawled into it and died. And to add insult to injury his teeth felt like they were about to fall out of the mouth that tasted like death and the pain in his head was unbearable. He was never drinking again.
Ok scratch that, he was never letting his brother convince him to drink that much again.
"Oh fuck" he grumbled when he realised the noise that was making his brain pulsate was coming from his alarm clock and that meant that he needed to get his ass out of bed or he was going to be late for his first shift, his first shift which was going to last seventy two hours. He was so screwed. Dean pretty much crawled to the shower which probably wasn't the best idea when hung over because he ended up blinding himself for five minutes thanks to shampoo. Great, he was going to end up with red eyes as well as still smelling like alcohol.
In the living room Sam was still asleep on the couch as his flight back home wasn't until the afternoon. Dean was sorely tempted to boot him up the ass but that would end in Sam waking up and yelling and Dean doubted that would help his pounding head. He didn't fail to notice that Sam had drooled on the couch cushion. Once again he consider kicking Sam's ass but he'd taken an oath when he had become a doctor to do no harm, that probably only applied to patients but Sam would just bitch about it to their mother once he was home. Instead of hurting his brother, even if it was justified because of the drool, Dean wrote down a quick note and stuck it onto Sam's phone lying on the coffee table.
Yo bitch
Had to go to work, saving lives and shit like that. Enjoy the flight, glad it ain't me.
Say hi to mom and dad for me and tell them I'll back for Christmas. Text me when you land.
Catch you later Sasquatch
Without making any noise so Sam wouldn't wake up Dean grabbed his things and hurried out the front door of his small but homey apartment. As he walked towards his car he took his cell phone out his back pocket to check the messages he hadn't read the night before. Several were from friends he had made in med school all wishing him good luck for the next day, there was one from his dad and another from his mother and finally one from a English cell phone number judging from the area code. He knew it was a douche bag move but he locked his phone before reading the message and shoved the phone back into his pocket. He just couldn't deal with that this early in the morning.
By the time the impala crawled into the hospital's parking lot Dean was cursing loudly. He needed coffee badly. Well he really needed to sleep for another four hours or so but that wasn't going to happen so he'd have to suck it up and drink his weight in coffee instead.
He had practically dragged his body into the hospital when he could have leapt for joy if it didn't make him look like a dick or threaten to make his brain explode. Past the entrance and main reception was a large cafe, the kind that sold the good Italian coffee and not vending machine crap he'd almost lived off during his med school exams. He forked out the necessary $2.75 for the largest paper cup of coffee the cafe sold and a huge, sugar covered chocolate doughnut. He nearly inhaled the whole thing as he hurried off to the intern's changing room on the second floor.
The room was full of people by the time he got there and by the bright looks on their faces no one else had been stupid enough to go out drinking the night before their first day. Yeah he was screwed.
"Hey." A small blonde said with a smile as Dean settled next to her to get the last remaining locker. "You're Dean right?" She asked as she tied her long hair up into a ponytail.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"You were the only intern not at the mixer last week so I sort of took a guess. Looks like it paid off." The blonde said. The reason why Dean hadn't been at the mixer was because Sam had needed picking up from the airport. He hadn't seen the nerd all summer and would have rather spent the night kicking his baby brother's ass at Call of Duty instead of pretending to be social around a load of strangers. "I'm Jo, Jo Harvelle by the way."
"Oh hey." Dean said moving his coffee from one hand to the other so the nearest hand to Jo was free for her to shake.
"You keep hold of that coffee, looks like you need it." Jo said. She sat down to lace up her sneakers as Dean set about getting changed into his scrubs. Once he'd changed Jo piped up again. "Whose service are you on?"
"Dr C Novak." Dean said remembering the name that had been written on the letter the hospital had sent him the week previous.
"Same here, looks like we can be tortured together." Jo said grinning from ear to ear.
"Tortured?" Dean asked. His coffee sloshed around in his stomach with nerves now. Maybe he should have grabbed food before getting here to settle his stomach. At last thing he needed was to vomit over a patient.
"Yeah, haven't you heard about Novak? He's like the most hard core resident here." A willowy looking brunette who had been sat next to Jo said as she swung her legs over the bench she's been sat on. "He was my sister Lily's resident last year. He made her cry and let me tell you, no one can make Lily cry. He's a genius and, like, next to God but a grumpy asshole." The woman added leaping off the bench. "The name's Ruby by the way and unlike you I was lucky enough to get Lafitte as my resident. I do love me some trauma surgery." She added smugly as she actually strutted across the room to another bunch of interns.
"Lucky bitch, Lafitte looks scary as hell but he's a total softy according to some of the nurses I was talking to at the intern mixer." Jo muttered casting a dark look over to where Ruby was now stood. "Oh, show time." She said nudging Dean's side as a nurse came walking into the room, clipboard firmly attached to her hand.
"Alright, listen up for your name and where you need to go. Getting lost is the easiest way to annoy your resident." The nurse said not even bothering to look up from her board. She started calling out names and where they would find their resident and Dean used this time to the fullest by draining his coffee as quickly as he could. He could feel the caffeine working but he knew he'd need at least two more before he felt completely human again.
"Harvelle, Winchester, Milligan, Bradbury and Blake!" The nurse finally called out. Jo gave Dean an excited grin, how the hell was she so happy this time in the morning? "Novak is that the end of the hall by the nurses' station." The nurse added with a sick smirk that Dean really didn't like. Three other interns slammed their lockers shut and each one looked more excited than the last. It was five freaking forty-five in the freaking morning. How were these people even awake let alone cheerful?
Dr Castiel Novak didn't look like the kind of guy that could make a woman cry or terrorise interns. In fact he looked more a freaking librarian, a scruffy and kind of hot librarian but a librarian nonetheless. Ok so he was going to ignore the 'hot' part because that was clearly from the lack of sleep and the several beers Sam had piled on him last night. Either way the reputation Castiel Novak had was probably just speculation because the guy didn't look that-
"Congratulations you've managed to find your way here even if you are two minutes late." Novak said acerbically not even looking up from the files in front of him. "Pick up a phone number list, trauma protocol book and a pager. That pager is now your life force. If it goes off you answer the page right away. I don't care if you're asleep or skydiving, if the pager goes off you answer it or you'll find yourself on scut duty for a month. No exceptions." Ok correction, the guy was a giant jackass. "And whoever smells like a brewery did a piss poor job of showering this morning." Dr Novak added shooting the five people stood in front of him a hard stare. Jo snorted loudly as Dean felt his face redden. Yeah Dr Castiel Novak was a jackass and Dean was stuck with him for the next year…fan-freaking-tastic.
"Right, follow me." Novak said as he started walking down the hallway. Dean grabbed a pager, call list and protocol book before hurrying after Novak, Jo and the others hot on his heels. For the first hour Novak showed them the most important parts of the hospital and gave them his list of rules. Basically if they didn't answer their pages, acted like idiots or pissed off Castiel in any way then they would be on scut for the rest of their lives. Ok he had survived college and medical school but Dean was pretty convinced that the following year was going to kill or mange to be the worst year of his if he managed to survive it. After their tour Castiel Novak took them back to the station where they had started their tour and doled out assignments.
"Right, Milligan you're on patient work up." Novak said handing the only other guy in the group a stack of files. The look on the guy's face made it obvious that he would have preferred doing anything but patient work up. "Bradbury and Blake they need interns in the clinic. Yes, you have to do it and no, you don't have a choice." Novak added without even looking up from the file in his hands. "Harvelle and Budweiser you're-" Novak was cut off by his pager beeping loudly. "You're coming to the pit with me now. Car verses motorbike two minutes out." Novak said hurriedly. Dean and Jo grabbed their pagers and took off in a run after Novak.
"Ok he's an ass but potential surgery on the first day? I am all about that." Jo said with a grin. They raced down to the ER in time to see paramedics wheeling in several gurneys. Dean and Jo had been stood there for about three seconds before someone was rushed past covered in blood with a large wound in his chest. Jo's eyebrows shot up in surprise but she looked like a small kid that had been given the keys to a candy store and told to go wild.
"What have we got here Lafitte?" Novak called out to a tall grouchy looking doctor flanked by several interns, one of those being the bitchy looking brunette from earlier.
"The driver has a clear wound to the chest and she's going through the Lodox. Her son has a head wound but he remained conscious in the field and has no other visible injuries." Dr Lafitte said in a deep Cajun accent. "The rider has injuries to both his arms and his left leg, we've paged Ortho and they're getting down here as soon as possible." He added.
"Ok, Harvelle get me as soon as those results are in and Budweiser can go and suture the son's head wound." Novak said.
"It's Winchester not-"
"Now, not in five minutes." Novak snapped walking away before Dean could say anything else. Dick. Dean ground his teeth together to stop himself from yelling after Novak but when he caught Dr Lafitte's smirk he felt slightly better.
"It takes a while to get used to him." Lafitte said. "And the kid is in bed five." He added pointing over to where a kid around seven years old was sat, a large cut ran across his forehead. Dean hurried over and gave the kid a quick smile.
"Hey there kid, I'm Dr Winchester but you can call me Dean if you want." Dean said. The kid looked up at him with a terrified look written across his face. "What can I call you?"
"Ben...my name's Ben. Is my mom gonna be ok? She looked really bad in the ambulance." The kid asked looking around the ER. Dean's heart went out to the kid, he was obviously scared out his wits.
"I don't know yet little man but I'll make sure to find out for you." Dean said grabbing a suture kit and sitting down on a stool opposite from Ben.
"Where is she? Are the other doctors looking after her?"
"She's in this machine call a Lodox body scanner. It scans the whole body so we can see if she's really hurt. We've got the best doctors looking after her so don't worry." Dean said "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" Dean added trying to distract Ben because he'd spent enough time having stiches done when he was younger, this was going to hurt like a bitch.
"We were driving back from my nana's house. She lives in Florida and the plane costs a lot so we went in the car." Ben said. "One minute me were driving then my mom swerved and we hit he man on the bike. My mom looked really bad, is she going to be ok?"
"I can find out for you after I've sorted out this cut on your forehead. Is it just you and your mom?"
"Yeah, it's just us." Ben said with a shrug. "Well there's my nana as well but we don't see her that much." Ben added sadly. Dean tried to keep the kid talking for a long as possible as he sutured the cut. It turned out that Ben was in Little League and had hit more home runs than any other kid on the team. Once Ben found out that Dean played baseball in high school there was no stopping the questions the kid asked. It wasn't until Jo hurried over that Dean even realised that he'd been sat with Ben for nearly an hour.
"Hey, are you done here?" she asked. She looked stressed out, her blonde hair falling out of her ponytail and a smear of blood on her scrubs. Dean watched as Ben's eyes focused on the blood and his face paled. Dean nodded at the blood, Jo looked down at it and shook her head. "It's the motorbike riders, Lafitte is taking him into surgery with Ortho. So, are you done here?"
"Yeah, pretty much. What's up?" Dean asked.
"Dr Novak wants us." Jo said. Dean groaned under his breath.
"What does the ass hat want?" he asked. Ok yeah, it was unprofessional calling his boss an ass hat in front of a patient but from Ben's smirk it seemed to cheer the kid up. Jo motioned for him to follow her so that Ben couldn't hear. Shit, if it was bad news about Ben's mom then this was going to be a real bitch. Dean followed Jo until Ben was out of hearing range. "What's wrong?"
"Novak needs to take the mom into surgery. She has some cracked ribs which came up on the Lodox scan but then Novak did a cardio scan and it turns out one of the ribs splintered and nicked the heart. He has to repair the heart before permanent damage is done to it.
"Fuck" Dean said with a groan. This couldn't happen, he couldn't handle all this on his very first shift. "How serious is it?" he asked praying that Jo said this was a boring and routine operation.
"Serious enough for surgery. Novak wants us scrubbed and in there as soon as possible."
"We get to observe in the actual OR?" Dean asked. He'd been expecting to maybe observe a procedure from the gallery if he was lucky but he didn't expect to be an actual OR on his first day after only in the hospital for a few hours. He felt kind of guilty to be pleased by this seeing as Ben's mom needed surgery and the kid had just spent the past hour having his head stitched up. "Wait, what about the kid? He's got no one but a gran in Florida and she can't get here for hours. I can't leave him alone."
"He's gonna be watched over by a nurse in the waiting area during the surgery then he can stay with his mom until his gran can get here." Jo explained. "Come on, Novak is scrubbing in within the next five minutes or so-"
"Harvelle! Budweiser!" Novak called marching towards them. Ok he might have been a resident and a good surgeon but if he didn't start calling Dean by his actual name then the guy was going to find himself was a broken jaw. "Epicardium repair on Lisa Braden in OR four. Both of you need to be scrubbed in five minutes."
"I'm going to tell her son that his mom is going into surgery."
"A nurse can do that, we don't have time." Novak said sternly.
"I'm sorry sir." Dean added heavy sarcasm on the sir. If Novak could act like a dick and call him names then Dean freaking well could. "But the kid has got no one but his mom and his gran. If half of your whole family was about to go into surgery then you'd be pretty shit scared and want to know everything you could about it." Dean said. "I'm going to tell Ben about his mom and then I'll scrub in." He added firmly. Novak didn't say anything but he didn't say no so Dean took that as a good sign. He went back to the bed Ben was sat down and gave the kid a reassuring smile.
"What's going on Dean?" Ben asked. "Is my mom ok?"
"She'll be ok but we need to take her into surgery." Dean said. Ben seemed like the kind of kid that would want to know everything he could and Dean wasn't about to treat him like an idiot. "During the crash some of her ribs cracked and splintered. Her lungs are ok but one of the splinters nicked her heart and we need to do a quick repair. Don't worry though, we have one of the best cardio surgeons in Illinois."
"The one you called an ass hat?" Ben said sounding dubious.
"Yeah, he might be an ass hat but he's still pretty good. Your mom will be in good hands."
"My mom…she's not going to die is she?" Ben asked.
"We're going to do everything we can you fix her up and help her get better. We're going to do our very best and I'll come out and tell you about what's going on whenever I can ok? Don't worry." Dean said giving Ben another reassuring smile. "A nurse is going to keep an eye on your in the waiting area so you just tell her if you need anything."
"Thanks Dean." Ben said. He still looked scared out his wits but he gave Dean a tiny smile that told him that kid trusted him on this. He just hoped that Lisa Braden would be ok because if she didn't get better then Ben's whole world would probably cave in.
Jo was halfway through scrubbing in when Dean got to the OR. Her eyebrows shot up when saw him but she just carried on washing her hands and humming quietly. She probably had shitloads to say on what Dean had done and the way he'd spoken to Novak but Dean really couldn't listen to it right before he watched his very first surgery as an intern.
"Adam is so jealous of us." She finally said after two minutes.
"Who?"
"Milligan, Adam Milligan. The other dude in Novak's little group of victims. He's on patient work up. You were really hung over earlier on weren't you?" Jo said with a smirk. Dean vaguely remembered a guy with dark blonde hair from that morning. "He's just talking to random people while we're gonna see an actual surgery. It's pretty cool."
"That's if Novak can fix her. If he doesn't then we're gonna be left with one heartbroken kid."
"You're a real softy, you know that?" Jo said. "I wouldn't have pegged you for the mother hen type." She added with a smirk. There was a question in her eyes, probably asking what made Dean like this but he wasn't going to get into it with someone he'd only known for a few hours. "Come on, we better hurry up before Novak scalpels us." Jo said shrugging her shoulders as they finished scrubbing in. With a hesitant sigh Dean waited for the door that led into the OR to open.
He had been dreaming about this since he decided that he wanted to become a surgeon. He'd been dreaming about stepping foot into an operating room as an actual doctor, scrubbed in and ready to witness a lifesaving procedure. True he wasn't actually going to be cutting into anyone but just the thought of being in an operating room was enough to fill him with a sense of wondrous joy. Yes the hours were going to be brutal, there was a strong possibility that his resident might kill him and Dean was sure he'd screw this up in some shape or form but right then he wasn't thinking about that. All he was thinking about was the lifesaving surgery about to take place.
He and Jo stood next to one another and tried to get the best spot and Dr Novak took his place in front of Lisa Braden. For a grumpy asshole Dean was surprised to see Castiel Novak's chosen personal scrub cap was bright yellow and covered in bumblebees, honest to God bumblebees. After a moment Castiel Novak closed his eyes and went completely silent for several seconds.
"What do you think he's doing?" Jo asked from behind her surgical mask.
"If he's trying to remember what to do then we're screwed." Dean shot back trying to make light of the situation. There was a little kid out there who was terrified
"He's praying." A scrub nurse said whipping around to glare at both Dean and Jo. "He prays before every surgery and you two will be the next ones on the table if you don't stop muttering to yourselves." She snapped before whipping back round. Jo snickered quietly behind her back and Dean had to chew on the side of his cheeks to stop his own laughter.
There was a human heart, an actual human heart mere feet away from him. A woman was open on the table and he could see her heart. It was so different from a cadaver or the dummies they practiced on in medical school. This was a person open and alive, the beeping from the monitors indicating so, right there on the table.
Some people would have become bored just standing and staring at a heart for two hours straight but not Dean. He'd been staring, transfixed, since Novak had started operating. He could see why people said that Novak was a great surgeon; there was a sense of calm about him as he navigated around the organ and if he hadn't spent the last few hours occasionally calling Dean 'Budweiser' then Dean probably would have re-evaluated his first impression of the surgeon. Castiel Novak might have been a genius surgeon but he was still a fucking dickwad.
He sporadically left the OR to inform Ben how the surgery was going. Every time he saw the dark haired kid sat holding endless cups of crappy machine hot chocolate Dean's stomach clenched. It felt too close to home, it reminded him of when he was just five years old, sat on either his mother's or father's lap and waiting, constantly waiting for some news. After five hours of surgery, after giving Ben small updates five times, Castiel started to close Lisa up. Her surgery had gone well, he had been able to repair all the damage but she still wasn't completely out of the woods. Castiel finished closing Lisa up when he turned to Dean, only his bright blue eyes were really visible but Dean could tell that the man's lips were turned down in the semblance of a frown.
"Budweiser, scrub out." He said. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been standing for several hours with a break but it was probably more to do with Castiel Novak calling him fucking Budweiser since that morning. Either way, Dean pretty much snapped.
"Ok I get it, I shouldn't have gone out drinking last night and, like you said, I did a piss poor job of showering but my name is Winchester, Dean freaking Winchester so you can either call me that or don't bother calling me anything ok?" Dean snapped. Everyone in the room went silent as Novak looked up from the patient and narrowed his eyes.
"OK. Winchester go and inform Ms Braden's son that she is coming out of surgery and will be in the ICU until she wakes up." Castiel said in a monotone that showed no emotion what so ever. From where she was stood Jo raised her eyebrows and looked like she was on the verge of laughing again.
"Yes sir." Dean said making sure the 'sir' came out with just the right amount of sarcasm just like last time before he turned on his heels and marched out the operating room. He ripped off his surgical mask as he stormed down the hospital hallway and swore quietly. There was a strong chance that he was going to be put on scut for the next year because of this. The temptation to request a new resident was incredibly strong but that would just be showing weakness and Dean Winchester did not show weakness.
As he marched down the hallway he was vaguely aware that someone was following him. Part of him hoped it was only Jo because he sensed he had a sort of friendship with the feisty blonde but he knew that was too much to hope for.
"Winchester!" a furious sounding voice boomed down the hallway. Shit, it was definitely not Jo. "Winchester! What you did in there was completely out of order and insubordinate." Dr Novak snapped catching up with Dean.
"Dude you were an ass and I called you out on it, it's not out of order." Dean said. "You might be some fancy hot-shot cardio resident and I'm just an intern but that doesn't make you any better than me, at the end of the day we're both doctors so get off your freaking high horse and stop being an asshole." He said not even caring if this was his resident he was saying it to because he wasn't going to go through a whole year being treated like shit. He half expected Novak to punch him, that would have probably mean what most people would have done, but instead he just blinked at Dean several times.
"I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun over the next year Winchester." Novak said completely deadpan before he turned round and took off down the hallway.
The bench in the intern's locker room seemed like a good place to camp out for the rest of his shift. In fact if it meant never having to see Castiel Novak again Dean was contemplating never leaving the spot. Sure the wooden bench as kind of uncomfortable on his back and ass but he could probably bribe Jo to give him a pillow from the on call room. Living in the intern locker room could work out, it was only a short walk from the coffee machine and there probably wasn't damp like in his bathroom at home.
His peace and quiet was disrupted by Jo, Charlie and Sarah coming into the locker room, all chatting animatedly until they saw Dean lying on the nearest bench. They all stopped talking at once and Charlie even let out a low whistle.
"So all the scrub nurses are talking about how you pretty much called Novak a dick." Charlie said. "I mean, yeah he's kind of mean but I think he's pretty dreamy…if you're into that sort of thing." She added walking over to her locker.
"I didn't call him a dick. I was just sick of him calling me Budweiser so I called him out on it." Dean grumbled.
"You still yelled at him in front of a whole OR. You're going to be put on scut for the rest of the year." Sarah intoned from next to her own locker. Yeah because that was so helpful.
"At least I saw the inside of an OR today, you just saw the clinic." Dean snapped back before he thought. Sarah blinked several times before she scoffed loudly and grabbed her thing from her locker.
"Honestly I don't think Novak is the ass here. I think it is you." She said marching out the locker room. Charlie rolled her eyes, grabbed her own things and went to follow.
"I don't agree with her that much but I have to go with her seeing as she's my ride." Charlie said giving Dean an apologetic smile before she left the locker room.
"Did Novak yell at you?" Jo asked sitting down near Dean's legs. Dean shook his head. "Did he put you on scut?" once again Dean shook his head. "What did he do?"
"Blinked at me several times and told me he looked forward to working with me this year." Dean said. "He's probably going to kill me and use me as a cadaver in the skills lab." He added with a moan.
"The guy has bumblebees on his scrub cap, he's not that much of a psycho." Jo said. "So…do you want to go for a beer?" she asked after a minute.
"Beer got me in this mess." Dean shot back.
"For fuck sake, I was suggesting that you drink one beer not bathe in the stuff." Jo said rolling her eyes. "So stop hiding out in here because you think that Novak is going to chop you up into little pieces." She added whacking Dean on the leg.
"Ow. I don't think that Novak is going to chop me up into little pieces, I said that he's going to use me as a cadaver." Dean pointed out.
"Whatever, we're going for a drink because you called our resident an ass and he's probably going to kill you now." Jo said pulling herself up. "So put on some clothes that aren't scrubs and move your ass. There's a bar down the street that's pretty decent."
"Fine, but you're buying." Dean said pulling himself up off the bench. Ok maybe he had called his resident an ass but a woman's life had been saved today and it seemed like Dean had found an ally in Jo. That had to count for something.
AN: Very quick list of some terms used in this for people who are unsure what they mean. I will add one of these to the end of chapters that use meidcal terminology or mention surgery, which might be a fair few because I really love medical terminology.
Scut Duty - Basically a lot of low-level menial care-related activities passed to medical students. Basically it's all the crappy jobs that others don't want to do.
Lodox Scanner - The scanner mentioned is a Lodox and it's a high resolution scanner that takes only thirteen seconds to scan a whole body. It has low exposure so it's one of the safest scanners to use on patients including small children, babies and pregnant patients.
Epicardium - The part of the heart that Cas repairs in the surgery is the epicardium, it is the outermost layer of the heart wall and is a thin layer of serous membrane that helps to lubricate and protect the outside of the heart.
Suture - Basically another word for stitches. It sounds fancier but it's still stitches and it still hurts like a bitch (this is coming from experience)