Chapter Title: "An Apple a Day Keeps the Doctor Away. But It Also Kicks You Out of Eden."

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, or anything else recognizable. I only own Beatrix.

~At the hospital~

"Wow! What the hell have you been doing the past year! You look like you've been to hell and back!"

She smirks, thinking 'No, but my love interest has,' but keeps quiet. She doesn't want to go to the loony bin again.

"No, I just-I..."

She stops to think, and then, with a forced smile and fake enthusiasm says, "I was just really involved with sports. Yeah, sports..."

He rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Ok. Well, I'm sure you are aware of the fact that you had multiple broken bones, a few minor sprains on your joints and two major fractures on your tibia, and that you needed many stitches throughout much of your body. You care to tell me what sport left you that beat up?" the young doctor asks.

Bea chewed on her lip thoughtfully, and then responds, "Hunting?"

He bites the inside of his cheek and slowly nods, trying to take in her response.

"Ok, fine. You were 'hunting.' Did a moose beat you up when you tried to shoot it?"

'Ugh, fuck! Sam, get off, you're freaking heavy!'

'It's not my fault you weren't watching where he was throwing me.'

'Hey, I don't know what I'm doing! I didn't sign up to be a hunter you jerk! I'm still new!'

'Neither did I! Man, this was so much easier without chicks involved.'

'Dick!'

'Bitch.'

'Jerk.'

'You guys done with that bonding moment?'

'Yeah Dean, we're done. Now come get your girlfriend before I decide I want her to be my sister instead.

'What?'

'Hey, she's fun.'

'Of course I know she's fun! What do you think we do in baby at night? Have cupcakes?'

'Dean!'

With a grin on her face at the memory, she says, "something like that."

The doctor mumbles "Stockholm syndrome" under his breath and writes some notes in her file.

"Ok, I guess we have most of your injuries accounted for. You're going to have to be careful with your shoulder though since you seemed to have dislocated it four, maybe five, weeks ago? It still hasn't healed completely so I want you to do some gentle stretching exercises as you don't seem to need a sling, and there's not much swelling at the moment. Are you in pain?'

"No. I had been icing it for twenty-five minutes every four hours when I first got the injury. I also used a sling for the first four weeks. I'm surprised it isn't already healed by now to be honest."

He seems impressed, but then irritation comes over him before he speaks again. "Ok, tell me, did you just run away from home? Because I doubt you were kidnapped. Kidnappers aren't usually this kind or helpful to their victims. Nor are their victims usually this calm or cheerful right after the ordeal."

Bea puts on her poker face and flatly answers, "No and no."

"Pardon?"

"I did not run away, but I was not kidnapped either."

"Then why were you gone, why are you full of scars and old wounds that you didn't have the last time you came here, and what are you hiding?"

The doctor is exasperated, and wants answers, but Bea doesn't let her poker face slide. Dean taught her well after all.

"Can we just finish with this check up?"

"Fine. Since we already did your x-rays and did your general check-up, we just need to run your blood tests now. You'll get the results within a week of taking your blood tests."

"Thank you. Where is the lab?" she asks.

"On the first floor, past the optometry department," he says as he writes some more notes down on her chart. Then he looks up at her. "You realize you can't take your tests today. You have to take the tests while fasting."

She resists the urge to roll her eyes but annoyance is clear on her face as she says, "I know you have to fast."

She stands up then and thanks him for his time, then heads out the door to take her tests.

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