Guns are a Hunter's Best Friend
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Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: None
Relationships: None
Characters: Deam Winchester
Additional Tags: Hospitals, Plague
Summary: After a knife to the shoulder, Dean heads to the hospital but something is wrong...
Dean pulled the knife out of his shoulder. Bad idea, he knew but he didnât want to go to the hospital with a rusty knife in his shoulder nor did he want to go to the hospital. The rusty knife was enough to send him there and he regretted every decision that lead to this moment because he didnât want to go the damned hospital but now he had to go get his sixth tetanus shot this year. A grunt left his mouth as he held a hand to the arm blood gushing out of him. It would have to slow soon and he could easily move the arm now. The ghost gone in a fit of dust and he had no way of tracking down the ghost until next year. Dammit. He would have to make a mental note of that before he moved on. He wasnât going to figure that out now that he had been stabbed. He didnât want to be the one who was bleeding all over some ghostâs house. He wouldnât be a very good hunter if he left DNA all over the place let alone all of his blood.Â
He shuffled out of the house and into the yard. It wasnât your typical haunted house. What was nowadays? There was nothing but other houses around him and the shouts of children getting home from school. Time wasnât really much of a matter to him anymore. Though, he wanted to make sure that he was making good time on the whole getting out of dodge as soon as he was able to. Not like he was supposed to leave without a wound that could kill him if he thought too hard about the fact that the infection was seeping into his veins right at this very moment. He was sure this was going to help him but he couldnât bring himself to get the proper fake identity in order to get to the hospital.Â
Dean placed his hands on his hips and looked over his shoulder at the house behind him. All too quiet for the area around them but he had nothing wrong with what was going on. His heart yanked on strings as the thought of going back to the car. No home to think of when he made his way beck to the hotel that he had lived in for the past month. On to another once once the hospital visit was over. His whole body ached as he looked around the small suburban street. On to the next one.Â
He pulled himself into the car with only a wince of pain. The blood had slowed enough that he could sit there without getting a shit ton of blood all over his baby. At least his clothes could help until he got back to the hotel and he thanks whomever was watching over him that he wasnât more severely injured. He knew that the was going to end up in more pain than ever if he just waited it all out. He wasnât even sure this was going to help himâŚgoing to the hospital but he was going to need the tetanus shot. He just needed to make sure everything went through okay. He wanted to be the one who was safer than sorry but this felt like he was going to die.Â
Nothing had hurt this much before and he had no way of knowing how much damage the ghost knife had done to him and thus, he had to go get it checked out. If he went back to the hotel now, he had no idea if he was ever going to be able to end up in the hospital since he could get so comfortable in the bed and fall asleep right there. But then his blood would be on the bed and that would be a bitch to clean since it was a pretty deep wound. Not through and through but it felt pretty deep. He rolled his shoulder back. The joint clicked but that was normal but his skin tugged uncomfortably. Some of the blood must have already dried at this point but he wasted. He was very tried. If he were to go to the hospital now, he would have not much time to hide everything that he had brought.Â
Fine. Hospital now. Hotel later. He shifted out of the uncomfortableness and he tried to drive as best as he could with just his last bit of strength and he was sure to stay as careful as he could with just the phone blaring out directions to the nearest hospital. The roads seemed a bit emptier than he expected. There should have been more than one car every minute or so. Especially in the area he was in. There should have been many people coming home from work and school. He could have been more than just the few cars that were out and about driving. There needed to be more people on He needed to look into that. But not now. He was justâŚtoo tired. He couldnât pull over now. He might not make it at this pint and he wasnât so sure that he could even make it through the short distance to the hospital.Â
âYou are on the shortest available route,â the voice on the phone navigation told him. Though it seemed redundant now as he pulled himself closer and closer to the hospital. âYou are on the shortest available route.Â
Dean shook his head as he tried not to think about the pain that radiated from his arm up his neck to the side of his head. He didnât need a doctor to tell him that this was going to need more than a few stitches to keep him from dying at the moment. It justâŚhe didnât need anything more than that and some pain pills. He pulled himself into the parking lot of the hospital. Dean reached back and covered the rest of his weapons with a blanket. It wasnât the best way of hiding his weapons but he needed the shot and stitches. He shuffled out of the car and towards the doors.Â
The hospital was as quiet as he thought it would be for how quiet the rest of the area was. Not many people were in an emergency at least. A wince left his mouth as the wound began to bleed once again. He pulled himself through the automatic doors of the hospital and looked around. There werenât that many people around him as he entered the emergency room and he knew that this was all wrong. Not even a nurse was at the receptionists desk. No one. Hs eyes scanned the rest of waiting room. There was one lone woman hacking up a lung in the corner of the dimly lit, but sterile room. He shifted in his spot.Â
Maybe I should just go back to the hotel roomâŚ
 This wasnât something that could happen in a place like this. A chill ran up his spine as he looked down at the desk. Papers were strewn about though he was someone who knew more about hunting than healing wounds and HIPPA. His fingers ran over the papers as he tried to make sure this was was going to help. He was justâŚso terrified of what this meant. Every nerve in his body stood on end as he tried not to think too much about this. He wasnât going to make sure this was going to happen again. The injury at least. Dean kept himself in the room even though he knew this wasnât going to help him. The woman continued to hack away in the corner.Â
âH-hello,â Dean called out hesitantly as he looked around the waiting room. There werenât many people here and that fucking terrified him all the moe than any kind of monster that was out there. âI have a knife wound to the shoulder and I would really like some help for it!â
âNo oneâs here,â the woman looked at him from the corner of the room and his eyes fell upon her. Though she looked old and ragged when he had first come in, he was wrong. She was a young woman with ad eyes. Heavy eyes from the looks of it and she wasnât much younger than he was right now. âNo one has been for hours. The nurse came in and said sheâd be with me in just a moment and yetâŚshe hasnât been here in awhile. She wasnât back at noon and she hasnât been back in a few hours and I know for a fact that no one else in this hospital gives enough of a shit to look into the emergency room.â
âItâs the emergency room for a reason. I have an emergency. I need a tetanus shot. Rusty blade,â Dean was explaining all too much for the time being. It wasnât like he didnât want to keep himself as far away from her as possible but there was nothing that he could do. He was tired. Every part of his body ached and no one was there to help him. What happened here? âYou knowâŚa shot is kind of importantâŚand the bleeding thing.âÂ
The woman shrugged, âMaybe some kind of plague is going around and all the nurses are all tied up.â
âI donât think so, I think we would have heard about it,â Dean looked around the waiting room once more. His whole body chilled. The woman spoke the truth. Whether natural or supernatural there had to be some reason for everyone not being there. Though he knew that there was nothing more than that. He knew there was nothing he could do unless he knew what was going on. âSomething on the news, ya know.â
Dean pointed his chin in the direction of the silent TV in the other corner of the waiting room. His eyes scanned over the just off closed captioning that looked like they were trying to help but there was nothing of note. A few corrupt politions and a few people talking about what might happen if the world were endâŚif the world were to end? That couldnât be right on national news. Usually that was left to far right conspiracy ânewsâ channels. He tilted his head to the side and looked down at his hands. He tried to get a good grasp on the situation but he wasnât going to be able to prepare properly there.Â
âI think youâre right,â Dean looked over his shoulder at the woman behind him. There was someone who needed more than just confirmation of the fact that she shuddered in her spot. The two of them looked at each other. âI think this sis the end of the world as we know it.â Â




















