Diagnosis is Far From Supernatural

Part II

Dean slouched in a plastic char in the waiting area for the clinic with his forehead glistening like a just washed car. Every time he felt the tickle of a pathetic sniffle in his nose he quickly titled his head up and stretched, which caused quite the pleasant stir from the young women in presence.

Dean winked at one petite dark haired chick who had leaned in his direction. She smiled back flirtatiously with a bloody split lip and white tissue pieces stuck to it.

"Okey dokey," he murmured, forcing the smile not to drop from his face.

The clinic was packed with other folk with various ailments. All of them seemed to have been waiting since the last turn of the century.

Behold the state of American Healthcare, Dean thought depressed.

Beside him, Sam flipped through an old issue of Vogue magazine for the tenth time. Dean could not fathom how he had managed to plow through it the first time. His brother's chick-a-tude was definitely becoming a cause for concern.

"Sam–"

"We're not leaving till a doctor sees you, Dean," Sam said, interrupting the beginning plea from his big brother.

Dean groaned in return. "Your call. Just don't complain if we're both going through mid-life crisis before I get a freaking check-up."

Unfortunately, Sam's brow set in the Winchester "unmovable visage of stubbornness" inherited from their old man.

My butt isn't going nowhere soon, Dean concluded dejected.

He was moving his gave on to the hot nurse at the check in desk when a smartly dressed petite woman and a casual dressed doctor with a cane bustled into the waiting area.

"Frankly I'm amazed that you are doing your clinic hours without a tantrum. In fact, I'm starting to get downright suspicious, House," the woman said.

House turned to her with a face of mock innocence. "Cuddy. Dear Cuddy. Is it not my duty to help these poor unfortunate souls?"

He gestured with his cane to the dark haired girl that Dean had winked at earlier.

"I took my hippocratic oath just to help idiots who play tongue hockey with their Daddy's power tools for fun."

Dean felt quite angry that the guy who turned out to be a doctor had insulted the injured but very adorable chick.

Unfortunately, it still didn't stop the soft chuckle that crept past his lips.

Cuddy's mouth also tweaked upward but only a wee slight. "I don't know what you're trying to weasel out of today. But I'll settle for being glad you'll see to some of these patients. We're severely understaffed today."

House smiled, knowingly. "I thought you looked tired. Don't worry, I'll break my record today for sure. I might just see two patients for more than an hour."

Cuddy raised an eyebrow and definitely smiled this time. "Just try not to trigger any potential lawsuits today."

"Aye, aye, captain," House said, with mock salute.

Dean watched her walk away with approval. Very nice legs, he thought.

House looked around the waiting room like a vulture ready to pounce on roadkill.

Please don't let the sarcastic bastard pick me, Dean thought desperately. Unfortunately, Dean's prayer went unheard as usual.

House appeared to be a mind reader as his piercing blue eyes tracked to the direction of Sam and Dean.

"Okay, I feel like sticking my rubber gloved hand up someone's ass," he said, loud and clear.

Dean shot up but Sam grabbed his sleeve before he could run.

"Oh, goodie. We have a volunteer. Step on up, to House's House of Ass Torture!" House said, grinning like a circus ringleader.

"Sam, there is nothing wrong with my ass! Nothing is allowed to touch that hole but female anatomy!" Dean hissed.

Sam dragged him. "He's joking."

Dean looked at the other guys in the waiting room. There were no other guys left in the waiting room.

"Oh, god," Dean cried.

House heard Dean's plaintive cry and rolled his eyes. "Whoa there, Butch. I'm not actually looking forward to any nether region searching."

House leaned over to Sam and whispered in a conspiratory fashion. "He really overcompensates, doesn't he?"

Dean scowled at the doctor. Sam was sure that curses were being uttered under his breath.

"Can you help my brother?" Sam said, clearly not in joking manner.

House stared at him for a moment. "I think the more appropriate term is brothers."

"Excuse me?"

House opened the door to an examination room. "You heard me. I'm checking you out too, Emo Hair."

"There's nothing wrong with me," Sam stated, flatly.

"Other than your hair you mean? No, there definitely is."

Sam and Dean stared at House's back as he limped into the room.

Dean looked over to his younger brother with a grin. "Want me to hold your hand?"

"Shut up."

Thanks so much for the reviews!

I hope House's intro is okay. If not, you won't have to suffer with my bad writing too long, lol. It's not gonna be a very long fic. Maybe a chapter or two more.

Part III is gonna be up Thursday.