ALRIGHT. My longest ReChanging Channels yet. Anyway, this one is for 'Scrubs' for those of you that don't know.

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For the beggining of this chapter Ted's capella band is singing, if you don't get the reference: http:// you tu be /watch?v=KCeQuqMS9Ww (NO SPACES)

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-Grace

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.

There's a land that I heard of once in a, lullaby.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind, me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find-

"Jesus Christ just shut up!" Sam had never seen Dean that pissed off, (…Okay so he had seen Dean that pissed but never at a random acapella group singing 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'.)

Dean glared at the four singers who were inching backwards. Towards the edge of the rooftop. Which was dangerously close, Sam might add.

"Where the hell are we now?"

"On top of a building."

"Thank you Sherlock." Dean sneered.

Really? There was no need for the misdirected anger. Sam had enough rage coming from all sides, and all he could really do about it was angst. (You know, 'I doomed us all'. The apocalypse thing. You know the one.)

"Fore!"

"What the fu- shit!"

Golf balls on rooftops. Gotta watch out for those.

"I said fore son, don't you know what to do when someone yells fore? Not that I'm complaining, your pain makes me laugh, but common sense boy."

Sam was watching Dean clutch at his head where the old man's golf ball had whapped him. It was funny. Dean kept bending over, and then standing back up. A deranged person trying to pray with back problems, he looked like.

"Ted if you're done chattering with your gal pals we need to go check up on Mrs. Mallory, make sure she's comfortable."

One of the acapella singers, (The balding one who was sweaty and nervous looking,) jumped, (It was more like a nervous fidget, something you could compare to, oh say, a worthless peon being called by the boss man,) and ran over to the old golf guy that was turning towards a door.

"Right away sir, whatever you say Dr. Kelso." When he wasn't singing Ted's voice was the same as his mannerisms. Nervous and fidgety. And watery, if Sam had to add another noun.

Dean had straightened up (Though still rubbing at his head, Sam was trying so hard not to snicker,) and watched Ted go by.

Ted was muttering to himself. He looked like a mutterer.

"Yes Doctor Kelso, let's go kiss the ass of another rich patient…" Before he disappeared into the door.

"Sam?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"Can we leave now?"

"That's not up to me Dean."

"Okay."

God he sounded like a little kid that didn't get what he wanted for Christmas. Sam really did hate the Trickster. (And as far as he was concerned Florida was still a no-go, off limits, do-not-want area.)

"Should we at least…walk around or something?"

"I guess."

They started heading down to the first floor, (And Dean glared at the Kelso guy, who only smiled wide and mocking right back,) and it turned out they were in a hospital called Sacred Heart.

Which was full of weird people.

When the elevator doors opened a scrawny guy in blue scrubs stood in front of them. Sam honestly did not expect what came out of his mouth.

"Banana hammock!"

Even Dean was thrown.

…How do you even reply to banana hammock?

There was something up with this guy. Not 'black eyes and sulfur' up, more like….oh yeah. Sam knew what was going on.

He reached out to the scrawny guy, and pulled a saltine out of his shirt pocket.

Scrawny guy's eyes sparkled. Seriously sparkled.

He spoke with wonderment and joy. "You play?"

"Hell yeah I play."

Skinny raised his hand and Sam fived him.

And then Dean ruined the fun. "What hell are you talking about? Is this some geek game I don't know about? Sam? Hello?"

Sam really didn't want to explain 'Find the Saltine' to his brother at the moment, so he went with the best course of action. Which was to do nothing at all.

Scrawny guy popped out of his trance, (Sam could understand, 'Find the Saltine' was an adventure for everybody, you get lost in the salty goodness easily,) and started to flail around.

"Oh crap it's The Todd!"

"Who fived without The Todd?"

It was a really muscular guy in green scrubs running down the hallway to the elevator. (He was definitely a surgeon.)

Scrawny jumped into the elevator and mashed a button, squeezing between Sam and Dean.

The Todd caught the elevator.

"Wassup J.D.? What're you doing fiving without The Todd?"

"Sorry Todd..." J.D.'s face looked pained as he raised his hand.

There was a loud whip noise as soon as they hi-fived, The Todd snapped his fingers, and held his hand up for another five. Sam reluctantly obliged.

It hurt like a bitch. (Sam also began to wonder whether or not The Todd carried around a tape player so he could play sound effects whenever he fived someone, because his fives were totally deserving of the whip sound effect.)

The Todd raised his hand towards Dean.

Dean glared at The Todd's hand.

The Todd looked confused. And extended his hand further.

Bad idea Todd. Bad idea.

Dean whipped out his gun and pointed it at The Todd's face.

"Back the fuck up before I give you a new hole."

Todd wisely chose to back up, allowing Sam and Dean to exit the elevator. J.D. waved goodbye, (With his angry red just-got-fived-by-The-Todd hand,) and pulled out another saltine to hide while the doors closed.

"I hate the Trickster." Dean said in a defeated voice while watching Todd run away.

"Me too Dean."

"What in God's name is going on over here?"

Dean put his gun back into his waistband, and rubbed at his face. "Not another one."

Sam could sympathize with Dean's feelings. This was just bull.

"Who the hell are you two and why did you bring a weapon into my hospital?"

Dean turned to Sam, a single glance, (The exasperated one that said, 'Let's just get the fuck out of here.') and back to the tall curly headed man.

"We're leaving."

(Sam heard someone in the background, "For the last time Turk, I'm Dominican!")

They started to walk, and the exit was right there, so close and yet blocked by an angry ginger that rivaled Sam in height.

"Now just hold on there Cinderella, I know you want to skip along with your Prince Charming here," A nod at Sam, (Somewhere deep within Sam felt really happy about not being the one on the bad end of a 'you're a girl joke'. He wouldn't tell Dean though.) "But you didn't answer either of my questions."

"Look man, I said-"

"A buh-buh-buh."

The ginger crossed his arms, (Did he just get a bit more threatening?) and glared down at Dean.

"I know you're just so-ho-ho excited to get to The Midnight Ball, but I think you should answer my questions before you get your shiny glass slippers knocked off."

Sam read the red-head's name tag. He should at least know the name of the person his brother is about to stuff with bullets. (Maybe the slippers comment was a little to much, but whatever.)

Dr. Cox is falling to the ground (With four new holes,) when the TV fuzz starts to form again, and the set begins to disappear. Off to Neverland, Sam supposes.

They're totally not fulfilling their roles.

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