Calling Doctor Winchester

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters who are mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using and changing them for my own entertainment purposes… mainly because I am a slave to my inner muse.

Author Note

Hi and welcome to 'Calling Doctor Winchester' I'm Ava, the writer of this piece of fiction as well as a few others and I just wanted to say hey and thank you for choosing this story to read.

Calling Doctor Winchester was born from my desire to portray an AU Dean who was intelligent and able to hold his own with Sam. I've read many a Supernatural AU story where Sam is this amazing individual and Dean just somehow ends up forgotten or in a crummy job. It's never made sense to me for two reasons. The first one is the fact that Dean is seen as a successful banker in the story where Zachariah changes everything around. He knew what he was doing and he was obviously good at it. The second is the fact that Dean has shown the viewer how intelligent he is plenty of times. People just forget it because he was sometimes a goof in the earlier seasons.

I'm not that big a fan of Supernatural anymore, I made the mistake of watching some of season eight and it seemed to kill any joy I had for the show. I just don't understand even now why Sam wouldn't look for Dean at all. After everything they went through it just didn't make sense, but that doesn't matter now. I did promise that I would finish these stories and I very rarely break promises. So here's the story.

Just in case you're wondering what I'm now writing, I am in the middle of writing a Hawaii 50 Fan Fiction and beginning to plan a sleepy Hollow one, though these are under a different pen name on

Anyway thanks for reading!

Overall Summary

Dean Winchester dedicated his life to keeping his patients alive and healthy, never asking for anything for himself. However when his younger brother moves in with him to escape a bad break up things begin to change for Dean. The only problem is he can't decide whether that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Chapter Summary

Can I have the file for patient 375 please…

Overall Romance

Castiel Novak / Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester / Jessica Moore

Dean Winchester / Tansy Adams (Past relationship)

Sam Winchester / Ruby Cortez (Past relationship)

Chapter Romance

Sam Winchester / Ruby Cortez

Chapter One

Patient 375

"Don't take what I'm about to say personally or anything Dean but when was the last time you rested? You're beginning to look like one of the Zombies from the Walking Dead and that's not a good look for anyone, not even you."

Dean Winchester rolled his eyes at the familiar voice, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow as his eyes focused on the tall, slim blond who was leaning against the door frame. Her pink scrubs were rumpled and stained by some form of bodily fluid though Dean had no desire to guess what kind. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, a style which helped highlight her bone structure. She sounded concerned beneath her amused tone, something which was reflected in the watchful blue eyes focused intently on him. Dean met her gaze suddenly feeling extremely sorry for Nurse Moore patients, it was no surprise that they told her everything which she wanted to know if that was the way which she looked at them.

"Good to see you as well Jess" he said dryly, turning back to what he was doing. "Have you just started your shift or are you just ending, or perhaps you're in the shitty middle part of it" he continued to say as he measured out the correct amount of coffee needed to make the perfect brew. He dumped it into his mug, twisting the lid back onto the jar and shoving it onto the shelf.

"Middle shift" she said after a pause. "Can't you tell already by the fact that I'm going to have to change my scrubs for the second time this shift" she complained. Dean smirked, pouring the boiling water from the dispenser in and stirring, when it was done he turned, leaning his lower back against the counter.

"What happened?" he asked curiously, wrapping his hand around the mug and enjoying the warmth against his palm.

"Patient 451, just fresh in, didn't pay attention to me telling him to sip his drink rather than gulping it down, I don't need to spell out what happened next" Jess commented, wrinkling her nose up in disgust as she glanced down at herself.

"I'm surprised you haven't changed already" Dean remarked.

"I was on my way to do it when I saw you in here. I heard you were on duty but trying to actually find you when you are on duty is almost impossible, I'd have more luck winning the lottery I think" she said. "Are you good though? You know other than the fact that you look as though you're about to collapse on the spot."

"Fine, just tired Jess. It's been a long shift. When are you next due on our rotation?" he asked "It seems like a while since you've been there" he pointed out.

"I've put a request in to be moved to your department" she said, "I'm not getting on well with Doctor O'Connor" She admitted with a shrug. "Something about me having an attitude or something so if you could use your influence to make it happen sooner rather than later than I'd be grateful, enough that I'd cook you dinner" she promised.

"Last time you cooked me dinner you almost poisoned me" he reminded her with a half-smile. "I'll see what I can do though, we could do with a Nurse of your standard now that Jennifer Lewis is going on maternity leave."

"Good" she said, walking into the room and collapsing into one of the chairs surrounding the table. For a moment Dean thought about joining her but he knew that if he made the mistake of sitting down then he wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon and he still had one or two things to take care of before he could go home.

He had been on call for fourteen hours straight and so far it had been nonstop the same as it always was for him. Not only was he responsible for the care of an entire floor of patients and a large team of Doctors and Nurses but he was also the on call specialist for the rest of the hospital which meant that he was constantly being called away from his own work and responsibilities to go and consult over their cases. Cases which ranged from the minor to the major.

He concealed a wince when his mind wandered to the state that his office must currently be in. Dean had been away from it for the past seven hours, performing exploratory brain surgery on a thirty year old who had collapsed during a football game. He had been unreachable, a fact which he became extremely aware of when his pager and work mobile exploded the minute he turned them back on. He had no doubt that his phone and fax machine had been going nonstop since he had been gone, cases coming in which all needed his expert opinion on them.

He would have to buy his Personal Assistant Nancy something to show her how much he appreciated her hard work. The last thing he wanted was to lose another Personal Assistant because they couldn't deal with the sheer amount of work which needed to be done on a daily basis. Nancy had lasted over a year which was the longest any of them had lasted so far.

"You never answered my question you know" Jess remarked casually, breaking Dean away from his thoughts, he glanced at her, taking a sip of his drink as he raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

"What question?" he asked when she remained silent.

"When was the last time you rested?" She asked. Dean shrugged, reaching up and rubbing at his jaw, frowning slightly when he felt the unfamiliar touch of a beard. The first thing he was going to do when he woke up the next day was to shave.

"The last time I rested" he repeated slowly. "Probably when England still ruled America" he said with a half-smile which grew when she rolled her eyes at him.

"I know you're old Dean but you're not that old" she said, "Well nearly but not quite."

"Thanks" Dean said.

"The question is of course is why are you still here?" She queried. "I checked the rota when I got in and it said that your shift ended at six. It's now six fifteen and you my friend look to me as though you're not going yet. Though I've got no idea why not, Doctor Harvelle is the consultant in charge now and she's already in because I've seen her which means that you're officially off the hook. I'd kill to be able to go home right now."

"She is and I am going home" Dean said on a yawn as he reached up and rubbed at his dry eyes. "I plan to get home and collapse into bed and to sleep the whole night through."

"But" Jess said, her eyes narrowing as she came to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can hear a but coming."

"But I have one more patient to see first before I can leave."

"What case" Jess demanded.

"A consultant request from Doctor Lawrence, she requested it at eleven this morning but I was just going into surgery so I couldn't do it, this has been the first chance all day that I've had to go and deal with it."

Jess sighed at him shaking her head as she raised her eyes to the ceiling as though she was asking for the strength to deal with him. She looked back at him.

"Have you ever considered that perhaps you're too nice?" She asked bluntly. "You could easily ask Doctor Harvelle to do it for you and she would as well because she thinks the sun shines out of your ass. Seriously you've got to slow down and learn to say no to people before you burn out. What good will you be to people then?" She demanded.

"I could" Dean agreed. "But Doctor Lawrence asked for me especially so that's that Jess." He clicked his fingers and pointed at her. "My brother is threatening to visit me though I doubt it will happen due to his job and his slightly insane girlfriend but if he does are you going to be free for drinks?" he asked. Jess nodded.

"I should be though it would depend on the day. It be nice to see baby Winchester though not so nice to see Ruby again" Jess remarked, wrinkling her nose up. "Is Sammy still in New York or has he moved on elsewhere?"

"Last time I heard he was still in New York" Dean said with a smile. "He's still on his one man crusade to rid the streets of that fine city from the scum bags plaguing it."

"Something's will never change" Jess remarked. "Even when we were kids he was the same. I wonder what your parents would make of you now if they could see you. One son a thriving lawyer in one of the oldest and most well respected law firms in the country and the other one the top neurologist surgeon in the country. I don't even want to think how many cases you get in daily from people needing your opinion on stuff. Whatever they did they definitely did something right with the pair of you."

"Something" Dean said flatly, glancing away from her to the dark liquid in his mug. There was an awkward pause before Jess broke it, her voice bright.

"You better go, do that strange downing trick you do with your drink and because I'm such a nice person I'll clean your mug for you" she offered. Dean nodded, lifting the mug to his mouth and draining the hot liquid. He set it on the counter and headed towards the doorway. "I don't know how you do that without burning every taste bud that you possess." Jess commented, shaking her head.

"Lots and lots of practice Jess" he replied, patting her on the shoulder as he passed, heading out of the room and into the crowded hallway. He weaved in-between staff and patients, his gaze fixed firmly on the lift which was at the end of the corridor. The last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of looking at anyone because that always ended up with him having to stop to deal with something.

He pressed the call button, making a pleased sound when it opened up instantly revealing an empty lift. Breathing out he entered it, pressing the button for level ten. He waited, hiding a yawn as he exited heading straight to the nurses station when an anxious looking man was waiting, staring down at something in his hands. He glanced up at the sound of approaching footsteps, his blue eyes lighting up when he saw Dean.

"Doctor Winchester" he exclaimed. "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you."

"Well I'm here now" Dean answered, his eyes dropping to the name tag on the man's scrubs. "What do you have for me Chuck?"

"The file for patient 375" Chuck responded, he picked up a thin file from the top of a pile and head it out to Dean who took it from him.

"Patient 375" Dean repeated quietly, opening the file and scanning the details. "Anna Milton, age 31, suffered head trauma from a car crash" he glanced up at Chuck. "Have you seen her?" he asked.

"I haven't no" Chuck responded. "It's my first week here so I'm on desk duty learning about the files first" he admitted. "Doctor Lawrence is the only person who had dealt with them directly other than the usual blood pressure and temperature readings. Those have been done every thirty minutes as is normal procedure." Dean nodded.

"Good" Dean said, frowning down slightly at the chart in front of him. He looked up again. "What room is she in?" he asked.

"We've put them in room six, it's one of the singular rooms."

"Them?" Dean asked. Chuck nodded suddenly looking awkward.

"Them, she was brought in by two of her brothers and others have arrived since then. She appears to be from a large family. It's one of the reason we placed them in a single room. They were becoming disruptive and it was upsetting the other patients."

"Disruptive how?" Dean asked, closing the file and fixing his full attention on Chuck.

"Just the usual things really" Chuck answered. "Demanding answers and everything, when we tried to ask them to leave they refused to do so until their sister had been seen by you."

"I see" Dean said with a shake of his head. "Thanks for the heads up" he said, turning and heading down the corridor towards room six.

Dean entered the room, glancing around him automatically his eyes focusing briefly on the four men surrounding the bed, all of them were older than Dean by at least four years if not more which was annoying, often the older the relative the harder they were to deal with. Ignoring them he turned to the bed. A young woman lay hidden under the sheet, her eyes closed, bright red hair lay spread across the pillow almost looking like blood.

He pulled the Door closed behind him, using the antiseptic gel on his hand before he moved towards the bed aware of four pairs of eyes watching his every move.

"I'm Doctor Winchester" he announced into the silence, keeping his voice cool and professional. "I'm here to do a quick examination of your sister."

"Are you Anna's lead Doctor because we've been waiting a hell of a long time to talk to you. What kind of service do you provide here when people can't even get answers?" One of the brother's demanded angrily. Dean looked at him meeting his dark eyes calmly. He was more than used to dealing with people like this.

"I'm not I'm afraid. According to her file, Ms Milton's Doctor is Doctor Lawrence." He corrected, turning back to Anna and bending down towards her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the slight flush across the girl's cheekbones. He opened up the file again and glanced at her temperature reading noticing that the number had been steadily creeping up with each reading.

"If you're not her Doctor then why are you here?" Another one of the brother's asked.

"Doctor Lawrence asked me to consult on the case" Dean said absently.

"Consult on the case?" The first brother who had spoken stated loudly. "Why would Anna need to have another Doctor look at her? Is there something wrong with her?"

Dean was saved from answering when the door opened and a soft feminine voice spoke.

"I asked Doctor Winchester to have a look at Anna's case due to the head injury she sustained during the accident. Doctor Winchester is the top neurological Doctor and surgeon in the country. Your sister is extremely fortunate that she was brought to this hospital where he is based."

Dean ignored the conversation, dropping the file onto the white bedclothes and reaching for the folder at the end of the bed. He looked at it, shaking his head as he moved to the head of the bed, brushing past two of the brothers with a muttered excuse me. He fished out his small torch and gently lifted up one of Anna's eyelid, shining the bright light into her eye. He watched as the pupil instantly contracted before he took his hand away allowing her lid to close. The fact that her pupil was reacting to light was definitely a good sign.

"How did Ms Milton end up this way?" he asked seriously, his eyes moving to the brother who appeared to be the one in control. It was one of the other ones who answered his query.

"We were driving back from a party and Castiel lost control of the car in the icy weather, we hit a tree" Dean glanced at the brother the others turned to taking in the look of shame which had come to his face. He took in the wild looking dark hair and the bright blue eyes which flickered up to meet his gaze before Dean turned his attention back to his patient, reaching down and taking her slim wrist in his grip, his finger tip resting over her pulse point as he looked at his watch, mentally counting.

"Is there anything which would can do for her Doctor?" The eldest asked, reaching out and taking Anna's hand in his, his dark blue eyes fixed on Dean's face. Dean stared back, feeling the first flicker of pity move through him. The man look exhausted, Dean could imagine that he was actually good looking when he didn't look as though the weight of the world was crushing him. He was probably mentally preparing for the worst, wondering in his head how he would support his family, keeping them strong and going while dealing with his own grief. It was a thought and look that Dean was more than acquainted with.

"We'll continue to monitor your sister overnight" he said calmly, making his voice as reassuring as possible. "Sometimes when the head has received a trauma it temporary shuts the body down to give itself a chance to heal itself. Trauma always affects people in different ways, we just never know but your sister is in the best place right now." He assured him, keeping the eye contact until the older man nodded his head, a glimmer of hope coming to his eyes as the tension in his shoulders eased out slightly. Dean turned from him, fixing his attention to Doctor Lawrence. "You were right to refer this case to me Doctor" he stated briskly. "Have her case file completed and on my desk first thing tomorrow morning, don't forget the full medical history. Make sure that the file is handed directly to Nancy, I'll tell her to expect it from you. Do not place it on the pile." He said firmly before he turned back to the brothers. "If you have any questions then please feel free to direct them to Doctor Lawrence." He placed Anna's wrist back on the bed.

"Of course Doctor" Doctor Lawrence replied. Dean nodded at her and headed out of the room, thankful that his day was finally at an end. He was so tired he could barely remember how to put one foot in front of the other. All he wanted to do was get home, strip off his clothes and collapse into bed.

"Doctor Winchester! Doctor Winchester, just a moment" Dean closed his eyes with a frown, turning back to see that one of Anna's brothers was hurrying after him. He raised an eyebrow when the man came to a stop in front of him. "I'm sorry to bother you but I've got to to know whether Anna is going to be okay. This is my fault" He said anxiously, reaching up and running his hand through his hair making the strands stick up on end.

"There's a good chance she will be Mr Milton, we'll know more tomorrow morning" Dean reassured him, glancing over his shoulder towards the lift.

"Novak" the man said. Dean looked back towards him with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"You call me Mr Milton, I'm not Mr Milton. My surname is Novak. Anna is my half sister. I'm Castiel" he said, his words coming out together in a rush. "Are you going to be the one to come and see her tomorrow?" he asked awkwardly.

"Yes" Dean answered "I'll be in at some stage tomorrow to review your sister's condition." He confirmed. "If you have any more questions Mr Novak then you should be directing them to Doctor Lawrence. She is your sister's doctor not me. She'll be able to tell you more than I can at this stage."

"Right, of course, sorry. I don't even know why I came after you" Castiel said, breathing out nosily and shaking his head. "Thanks for listening to me Doctor Winchester, I appreciate it, I'll see you tomorrow" he said, searching Dean's eyes as though he was looking for something before he gave a nod and turned, walking away from Dean.

Dean stared after him until he slipped back into his sister's room before he shook his head and moved away, his attention fixed on the lift pushing all thoughts of patient 375 from his mind.

All he wanted to do now was sleep.

Author Note

Thanks for taking the time to read