Author's Note/Disclaimer: I don't know the first thing about the inner workings of hospitals and my medical knowledge is shoddy at best so any errors here with regards to the medicine practiced in this story are all on me. This is un-beta'd and I don't own anything to do with Grey's Anatomy or Supernatural.

A Little Grey, A Lot Of Blood

I have decided that I hate the ER and everything about it. I hate that every time I'm in the ER, I end up involved in some clandestine catastrophe that nearly ruins my career and the reputation of the hospital. So, I have made the executive decision to avoid the ER like the plague…right after this shift. No, I'm serious. You think I'm joking, but I'm not.

The ambulance rolled up to the ER bay doors with all the grace and tact of go-cart towards a finish line. The siren's wail seemed angrier than normal to Lexie Grey as she raced with several other doctors and hospital staff to the ambulance as it jerked to a stop. One paramedic rounded the corner of the vehicle already firing off vital signs to Dr. Hunt while the other burst from the rear of the ambulance and yanked a gurney out with determined precision. Lexie blinked at the gore before her but expertly swallowed the fear that tried to well up in her throat. She focused instead on the facts the paramedic rambled off regarding their newest patient as Dr. Hunt helped wheel the gurney towards the hospital entrance. Lexie began to follow but was instead distracted by a tall gangly man spilling out from inside the ambulance, covered in blood.

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?" She asked taking in his blood soaked clothing. She pawed at his torso, searching for signs of injury but the young man (she could see now that he could be no older than twenty) batted her hands away then suddenly swayed precariously on his feet. Lexie caught him at the armpit with her shoulder and he sagged against her for a moment but managed to stay upright.

"My brother, where are they taking him?" Before Lexie could answer, she was pushed unceremoniously aside by the young man who was taking long strides towards the ER doors and after the huddled mass of hospital staff that surrounded his brother's gurney. Lexie righted herself and followed the man as he stumbled into the ER.

"Yeah," she thought to herself, "right after this shift."

The bay doors closed behind him, right in her face, and she sighed. The doors reopened mockingly and Lexie resumed her chase of the blood covered boy. She found him on the verge of coming to blows with a large orderly she remembered was named Val.

"Hey!" she screeched, grabbing the arm of the young man as it swung back, ready to throw the first punch. She wrapped both her arms around his one, bicep muscles bulging under her grip and he practically pulled her off her feet before realizing she was holding on to his arm for dear life. Val crouched with face protected, Lexie dangled from a muscled arm and the blood spattered man stopped suddenly and blinked hazel flecked green eyes at Lexie. She blinked back with equal parts surprise and awe, they were beautiful eyes. She released his arm, dropping a few centimeters onto the tiled floor. The young man stared at her for a moment then surprised her completely when tears sprang to his eyes and the anger there was replaced by fatigue and confusion. His fists relaxed and fell to his sides, ineffectual.

"My brother," he wheezed and his pleading eyes searched Lexie with such fierceness, it took her a moment to remember how to speak again. Everyone was staring at her now, but Lexie ignored them.

"Your brother is in there, she said, pointing to the ER exam room that was a flurry of commotion "and he will NOT be okay if you don't calm the hell down and stop trying to punch people out."

The young man broke his gaze with her and lowered his head. His shoulders sagged and the aggressiveness drained away as quickly as it had come. He visibly shrank before her eyes and finished his metamorphosis into the scared, concerned family member Lexie was used to dealing with. She released a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding and stepped closer to the man.

"What's your name?" She asked softly, realizing the young man had begun to quietly quake with tears.

"Sam. My name is Sam." His tears were working pale trenches through the grime and blood on his face giving him such a pathetic look that Lexie fought the urge to pull him into a hug.

"Okay, Sam. What's your brother's name?" She asked. He hesitated briefly. Why, Lexie could only guess, but after a moment's hesitation he quietly offered the name.

"Dean."

"Last name?" Sam studied her again and she was about to turn away when he replied.

"McCready."

"Alright, Sam McCready, I am going to go in there," she stated, pointing again to the ER exam room, "and check on your brother. This," she said, pointing to the orderly, "is Val and he is going to take you to a room and make sure you're okay and get you something clean to wear. You're covered in blood." Lexie could tell he was about to argue, but he looked down at his blood splattered clothing and offered no objections. Val the Orderly tried to lead the young man away but he just stood there. Val looked to Lexie for direction but Lexie shrugged but didn't break her gaze with Sam. "Okay fine, change of plans. I'm going to go in there and check on Dean and then you'll come with me to get checked out, agreed?"

Sam studied her for a moment and Lexie felt cataloged under the intense gaze of his green stare. He nodded once, slightly and the crowd took the look as some kind of unspoken approval to disperse. Val the Orderly was off to another beside and the ER resumed its normal ebb and flow. Lexie returned Sam's nod and disappeared into the exam room with a quiet, "stay here."

The exam room was utter chaos as Lexie stepped inside the door and let it click shut behind her. Someone had had the sense to close the blinds against Sam's inquiring eyes and she could almost imagine him standing outside the room, trying desperately to look through the cracks of the blinds to get a glimpse of his brother. Lexie wondered if she perhaps should have had Val the Orderly stand with Sam until she got his brother's status and could return to him. Too late now.

"Dr. Hunt?" she practically screamed above the din of voices and machines. "Do you have a status for the family?" She managed to discern from the little information he could give her while trying to keep the other brother from bleeding out and dying was that he had suffered multiple stab wounds to the lower abdomen, was rapidly losing pressure and on the verge of dying so could she kindly not waste anymore of his time and get the hell out of the exam room. Lexie was used to letting harsh speeches like this one roll off her shoulders. Ever since starting at Seattle Grace she had been the little Meredith Grey shadow following everyone around like a little lost puppy. She opened her mouth to ask more questions (screw him, she was going to leave this room with at least one good thing to tell the waiting Sam) but the thin wail of a lost pulse accompanied by the chimes and chirps of the patient coding stopped her mid-bellow.