Laurel is usually one to be aware of all of her surroundings. That includes whatever it is she's doing while multitasking that gets the short end of the attention stick. However, the TV is blaring a story about how yet another shooting has occured, so she was watching it while she should have been cutting up the ingrdients for soup, one of the few things she can make. And her finger... slipped. Right off of her hand.
Yes. Laurel actually cut her finger off. Eternal sigh.
Laurel is also one to keep a mostly cool head in a crisis, so she does what she must, picks up the finger (ew ew ew ew ew ew), puts it in a bag, puts ice in the bag, and then leaves with her keys and phone in her purse. Her neighbors include Unknown Nextdoor, Friendly Mr and Mrs. Neimeyer, and Candy Bar Enthusiast Brad Lewis.
She goes with Unknown Nextdoor. It won't be a good first impression, but oh well.
Knocking on the door is harder than it should be, and she's slowly losing her cool, but when the door opens and the male version of Aphrodite is standing in the doorway, everything pauses.
"Um... My name is Laurel, I live nextdoor. I'm really sorry about this, but... can you take me to the hospital?" She explains, quickly, what happened with only minimal amounts of embarressment, and is relieved to see the look on his face. It says "sure I'll help, bu you need to shut up for me to do that."
"I'm Dean," he tells her as he locks his door and points her towards the wicked Impala that she's been considering having relations with since she first saw it. He must see the public indecency charges shinning ing her eyes, because he shakes his head, and says, "I have had to protect my car very nearly with my life. I'd hate to have to protect Baby from you."
At first, she's indignant, because what the hell is that supposed to mean, but then she realizes that he's driving her to the ER and she needs to shut up until after she's got 9 1/2 digits.
After they get there, there's a long wait, and during the wait, he helps her fill out the papers that need to be filled out. Of course she had to lose her writing hand's pointer finger. They talk some more during this time, and Laurel comes to find that Dean is also funny-ish, smart and has a good impression of the Men In Black. Finally, she's called back.
Dean is kind enough to go into the room with her, and sits with her when they reconnect the finger (she can't make herself recognize it as her own, for some reason), and doesn't even laugh or do anything else horribly innapropite when a tear slips out.
He drives her back to their apartment building in his amazing car, and when they get there, Dean's brother, Sam, is freaking out and demanding to know what happened. Apparently, Dean forgot to fill in Sam on where he was and what the situation was.
Laurel decides two things as she thanks Dean and goes back into her place.
One, she'll let Dean deal with Sam.
Two, she's gonna have to borrow a lot of sugar in the near future, all of it from Dean Winchester.
