A/n: Tochi: yeah, done being school work's bitch, though if I'm still slow updating, then it's because I have a job.

Flap Jack: Yeah, walking dogs and dog-sitting

Tochi: ;

Disclaimer: Linc: I now seriously own a hobo! Bought Kristin's homeless brother for a nickel … but… still not SPN… WE DO OWN THIS PLOT THOUGH!

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Sam followed wordlessly after the nurse, sitting down on the bed as she plucked a paper out of the hanging tray on the door, then placed it in front of Sam's folder, telling them that a doctor would be with them in a minute.

Dean seated himself in the spinney stool and entertained himself with rolling across the floor and back.

"These are the only cool things about doctor's offices." Dean decided with a nod.

"How can you act like that?" Sam asked, his eyes locking on his brother's moving head.

"What do you mean, Sammy?" Dean asked innocently, not pausing in his spinning.

"After you caught me doing that, how can you act like everything's ok?"

Dean sighed shaking his head, "Everything is ok, because we're going to get that stitched up and it's never going to happen again."

"How do you know I wont start it up again?" Sam asked, giving up on looking his brother in the eye.

"Because I'm not going to let you."

"You can't watch me all the time, Dean."

"Sure I can, but if I really can't, then I'll cuff you to the bed to make sure you don't go and do anything stupid again.

Sam swallowed at Dean's statement, feeling his pants start to become tighter. His mind easily registered that as some sort of kink, and this really couldn't be good seeing as any minute he was going to have to shuck his pants, and then it would be rather noticeable.

Dean paused in his rolling to look at his brother, "What's up, Sammy? You ok?"

'My cock's up, and no I'm not alright.' "Yeah, I'm fine Dean." He said, contradicting what he'd just thought.

"If you say so." Dean said with a shrug, before picking up his rolling.

Sam closed his eyes leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, trying to clam himself down.

'Dead kittens…killing werewolves…the cramped space of the Impala… Dean driving the Impala and looking irresistible… fuck, didn't mean to think that!' Sam continued with thoughts such as these praying to god that he could get himself to go back down.

Both jumped a bit as the door swung open, and a doctor looking in her late twenties to early thirties came in, holding Sam's very small folder with a smile.

She faltered for a minute, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow.

Dean stood up smiling sheepishly as he backed up toward the wall to watch the doctor work on his brother..

"Alright, you're Sam, right?" She asked, looking over at the man on the bed.

"Yeah."

"And you got cut and needs stitched up?"

"Uh-hu"

"May I see the cut?" She asked, doing well with keeping her patience.

"Uhh…" Sam said as a response, looking down and away.

The silence of the room was interrupted by Dean's sigh. "For christ's sake, Sam, just take off your pants so we can get out of here!"

The doctor seemed unaffected by Dean's comment, Sam, however, felt his face heat up quickly.

Sam took a deep breath sliding off the table and popping the button making sure to keep his eyes locked on what he was doing rather than looking up at the two other occupants of the room who he knew were staring at him.

By the time Sam got his pants off his face was bright red, and he'd done little to calm himself. He prayed to god it wasn't noticeable as he stepped out of his jeans and sat back on the bed.

She looked at the two visible cuts, one wrapped up, the other not cut open recently enough to need any attention.

The doctor looked up at his upper thigh, her attention either on the lump above his lap, or the blood that has soaked through his boxers. Lucky for Sam, she grabbed the bottom hem and tugged them up rather than have him strip.

She looked at the cut that was still oozing and pulled his underwear up a bit more so it would stay out of the cut and went to one of the drawers, coming back with yet more rubbing alcohol to sterilize the wound for the third time that day.

Sam once again yelped at the stinging and pressure, his eyes clamping closed. Once the doctor was satisfied that it was clean, the exited the room, coming back with what could pass as a tool kit and set it down next to Sam, inside the tools necessary for stitching up a cut.

She took out a syringe and took the cap off the end, filling it with something or other before leaning back down sliding the needle in just below the cut and injecting whatever that was into him.

"Ok, that'll take a minute or so to take effect, then we'll finish this up."

Sam nodded, scratching the back of his neck letting his eyes wonder around the room. His gaze landed on Dean who was staring at him. Sam bit his inner lip and followed his gaze, his face flushing when he noticed his brother's gaze either on the cut or his crotch, and the thought of Dean staring at his crotch made his cock jump.

Sam felt his face flush even more as he saw a smirk on his brothers face, and he knew for sure that he was staring at his cock.

Once the doctor was satisfied that Sam's leg was numb, she instructed Sam to lean back, this only making his problem more noticeable.

The doctor, however, ignored that and instead got to work on stitching his leg. Sam tried to, but couldn't watch her, he was fine with himself doing the damage, but when he saw the needle going in his skin and pulling it together, he felt the need to puke.

"Alright, that should do it." She said with a grin. "Now, your leg will be numb for about the next half hour or so, so it's up to you, you can stick around here until you can feel it again or leave."

Sam nodded, sliding off the bed, grabbing onto it just in time to keep himself from tipping over. She was right, his leg was completely numb.

Sam somehow managed to get his jeans on and get back onto the bed, deciding that the doctor must want something seeing as he hadn't left yet.

"Now I have a question." She said, her eyes locking on his.

"Yeah?"

"Would those cuts happen to be self inflicted?"

You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife.

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A/n: Tochi: Cliffie! -dances-

Flap Jack: Short!

Tochi: Bite me!

Flap Jack: -bites Tochi-

Tochi: ow! ;

Flap Jack: Ok, now this is a first for Tochi, she actually has an idea on how she's going to finish this thing, so review and force her to keep going so she can have some sense of accomplishment… now… it's not the dark side, and it's not the light side, it's THE DIMLY LIT SIDE! A.k.a. the Flap Jackian army.