When House Met John
(Author Note: I own Nothing. Set Pre Season 1 of Supernatural, Pre Season 1 of House)
Dr Gregory House hated clinic duty with a mad passion. He had felt this way his entire time as a medical professional. Patients there never wanted to tell him the truth. That complicated his job further. He hadn't expected that day to be any different when he went into the examination room. The first thing he noticed was the patient was covered in blood.
"That's a lot of blood."
"Only some it's mine." The man muttered as House checked his charts.
"Mr Denny Duquette? Father of two, widower....exactly what happened and why are you here?"
"I actually need you to look at some wounds. I think they're infected."
"Where do I begin?"
By the end of the exam House had discovered the mans name was really John and he was a former marine from his core tattoo. He also discovered John Winchester had gone to great measures to avoid medical help. These measures included stapling together gashes, driving nails through bones so they'd hold together, duct tape in the place of bandages, and House's personal favorite, a stitch job just above his intestines done with pink yarn. Or he thought it might have been pink. The injuries themselves were even more drastic. They ranges from gun shot wounds, burns, slashes, stab wounds, scratches, bites, bruises, welts, and several of his fingernails had been completely removed.
"Okay, Mr. Winchester." House sat down on his stool after and examined the tray of odds and ends. "If you don't mind me asking, what on earth is it you do to come out the way you did?"
"You'd lock me away if I told you to the truth."
"True for almost every other doctor in the hospital who did not remove things from your wounds, like fangs and bark. Doctor Patient confidentiality." House promised as he spun his cane. "So what are you? FBI? Mob? CIA? Interpol?"
"I hunt demons and other paranormal beings."
"Really?" House rose an eyebrow. "As a hospital we might have a lot of ghosts..."
John glanced at House with confusion. Most people would have freaked out. Yet this man acted like he heard weirder on a regular basis.
"I suppose I could take a look at it."
"Good on you. I'm giving you a prescription for antibiotics since you did in fact get infected..." He handed him the sheet. "Go on down to the pharmacy across the way. Also, Mr Winchester?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time you need medical treatment for a weird reason, head my way. I can promise you I won't ask questions. Have a good day Mr. Duquette." He added as he stood up and limped out of the room. John rose an eyebrow against and looked down at the paper-prescriped to his alias. Perhaps this Doctor was someone his family could trust after all..