Okay so here's part 2. Not sure if anybody wants it but i do!
"Oh my god Dean, I am so glad to see you!" Sam ran into his older brother's room and hugged him not caring who was around to see. John managed to be more controlled.
"How you doing kiddo?" He asked. Clearly the panicked John Winchester of the night before had managed to get a hold on his emotions. The trained soldier façade had been re-built.
Dean had to gently push his brother away to make sure he wasn't crushed.
"I'm good dad. Definitely an improvement on how I felt last night." He flashed a smile, aiming it more at Sam than his dad in an attempt to put his younger brother at ease.
Sam perched on the edge of one of the hard orange plastic seats set out for visitors, he may have been sitting down but he was anything but relaxed. The young man's shoulders were tight and his eyes darted around the small room every time one of the machines Dean was still hooked up to made any sort of noise.
Before any of the Winchester's had a chance to say more Dr Miller entered the room. He was an extremely good looking man, with sandy-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. The stethoscope draped around his neck only served to elongate it further.
"Mr Winchester, I'm glad to see you're feeling better." He beamed, genuinely happy that his patient was doing so well.
"Thanks doc." Dean smiled back.
"So when are you gonna let me out of here?" He asked.
Both Sam and John sighed at the exact same moment. Same old Dean!
Sam didn't miss the slight wheeze coming from his big brother's throat as he drew in his breath.
Dr Miller had a thought to himself. Nobody ever wanted to stay around him longer than they absolutely had to, one of the drawbacks of being an ER doctor he thought.
"Well Mr Winchester," He took a look at the board he was holding in his hands.
"Dean. I would usually discharge you with instructions to visit your GP however you have no practitioner registered on file."
John's gaze immediately fell to the floor. Of course there was no doctor on file, both his boys had learned long ago that health professionals asked too many questions. It was safer for them all to stay well clear.
Dean picked up on his father's guilt and immediately jumped in to try and relieve it.
"Yeah well we move around a lot with our work. Makes it hard to keep checking in with the same doctor." He said, hoping the doctor would get the message and move on.
Unfortunately Dr Andrew Miller had no intention of leaving it at that. He had seen so many cases where regular contact with a doctor could have saved lives.
"Mr Winchester." He started. Always best to be formal when you're trying to get through to people.
"From what little information we do have on record about you I can see that you were diagnosed with asthma as a child and have been hospitalised on more than occasion due to it. I would suggest you seriously think about how your lifestyle is affecting your health."
Dean's mouth fell open a little. What gave this stuck up doctor with no idea about his life the right to talk down to him and make judgements.
"Thanks for the suggestion doc, now if you don't mind I'd like to get out of here." He stated, voice dripping with resentment as he started to pull the electrodes off of his bare chest.
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