Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy, half-chewed bunny
I can't stress knit because my knitting is at home, so I write. trollprincess gave me ideas with her SPN/GA crossovers (LOVE!). Not really a fic here, just a little thinking out loud on the computer in words.
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In a bizarre twist of fate, John ends up at Seattle Grace with his boys, no Impala, no demon, and a whole load of unanswered questions. And he’s not the only one…
::medical nonsense::
“No, seriously, he does.”
“Don’t be stupid. He’s dead. He’s in the morgue right now, wanna go see?”
“Will you just look?”
George pulled a relunctant Cristina into the room. When turned the lights on low, Cristina took a step forward and whispered, “Holy shit.”
::more medical nonsense::
Sam winced as the cute, but not so gentle ER doctor patted the bandage down over the worst of his wounds. Scrapes was more like it. Dad was in the ICU, Dean was in a coma, and he had…scrapes three inches wide and barely deep enough to warrant a stitch or two.
Dude, you’re pathetic.
“Dude, stop looking so pathetic.” His doctor smirked and looked down at the chart. “Ben…uh, Johnson? You’re good to go.”
“Wait, I came in with…” Sam stopped. He’d been too out of it and freaked to shut the hell up with the first, curvy ER doctor, but no reason to make honesty a habit. In this case.
“Uh, nothing. Sorry. Um, thanks…”
“Alex. Alex Karev.”
::George interrogates his girlfriend. Cristina doesn’t help matters::
“You want me to WHAT?”
“It won’t take long and please? Molly down in the morgue says we can have two minutes, but only because Izzie’s always been nice to her.”
Callie’s quiet, except for glaring back at Cristina, who only half-deliberately stepped on Callie’s feet three times. Callie shuts up until she sees Denny’s face and her sharp intake of breath tells George and Cristina everything they need to know. Sort of, only not.
::Staff acts weird. Sam sticks around, sneaks Dean out when he wakes up the next day, oddly healthy. They confer about how weird people were acting.::
“Dude, did that Asian chick ask you any questions? Like about who you came in with?”
“No, she didn’t have a chance, I was in and out. You?”
“She couldn’t shut UP about it. Dad and me, the IDs we had on us tagged us as father and son, fake names, but father and son. She wanted to know where I was from, who my parents were, did I know anyone name Denny, weird ass shit.” He paused. “Weird being relative in this case.”
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In a bizarre twist of fate, John ends up at Seattle Grace with his boys, no Impala, no demon, and a whole load of unanswered questions. And he’s not the only one…
::medical nonsense::
“No, seriously, he does.”
“Don’t be stupid. He’s dead. He’s in the morgue right now, wanna go see?”
“Will you just look?”
George pulled a relunctant Cristina into the room. When turned the lights on low, Cristina took a step forward and whispered, “Holy shit.”
::more medical nonsense::
Sam winced as the cute, but not so gentle ER doctor patted the bandage down over the worst of his wounds. Scrapes was more like it. Dad was in the ICU, Dean was in a coma, and he had…scrapes three inches wide and barely deep enough to warrant a stitch or two.
Dude, you’re pathetic.
“Dude, stop looking so pathetic.” His doctor smirked and looked down at the chart. “Ben…uh, Johnson? You’re good to go.”
“Wait, I came in with…” Sam stopped. He’d been too out of it and freaked to shut the hell up with the first, curvy ER doctor, but no reason to make honesty a habit. In this case.
“Uh, nothing. Sorry. Um, thanks…”
“Alex. Alex Karev.”
::George interrogates his girlfriend. Cristina doesn’t help matters::
“You want me to WHAT?”
“It won’t take long and please? Molly down in the morgue says we can have two minutes, but only because Izzie’s always been nice to her.”
Callie’s quiet, except for glaring back at Cristina, who only half-deliberately stepped on Callie’s feet three times. Callie shuts up until she sees Denny’s face and her sharp intake of breath tells George and Cristina everything they need to know. Sort of, only not.
::Staff acts weird. Sam sticks around, sneaks Dean out when he wakes up the next day, oddly healthy. They confer about how weird people were acting.::
“Dude, did that Asian chick ask you any questions? Like about who you came in with?”
“No, she didn’t have a chance, I was in and out. You?”
“She couldn’t shut UP about it. Dad and me, the IDs we had on us tagged us as father and son, fake names, but father and son. She wanted to know where I was from, who my parents were, did I know anyone name Denny, weird ass shit.” He paused. “Weird being relative in this case.”