Hello everyone!! This is my very first Supernatural fic so please don't be too hard on me, okay?? While I've never actually donated plasma, I have donated blood so I'm basing this on my experience more than anything and the things I found on Google :D If there is anything I got wrong or need to add just let me know and I'll be happy to change it; no fames though, please. That's just mean ;_; Anyway, I hope you all like it!!
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"Plasma donation? Are you serious?" Sam gave his brother a skeptical look as he slid into the passenger seat.
Dean snagged the receipt from the gas pump and slipped it into his back pocket. "Yeah, man. It takes what, like an hour? And you get paid for it. A little extra cash is never a bad thing." He flashed Sam a sly grin as he climbed into the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah, but that's a terrible reason to donate." Sam shook his head at the idea and frowned.
His brother sighed softly, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. "Well, I hate to break it to you Sammy but we're kind of hard up for cash as it is. That last tank of gas pretty much wiped us out." Dean nodded toward the pump next to his window and shrugged. "Look, I know it's not the best reason in the world to donate plasma but with the cash we get we might actually manage to check into a hotel tonight instead of sleeping in the car again." The owner had been a little overly suspicious at the last motel they'd stayed at when three different cards had been declined from their stack. He began asking several unwanted questions which became increasingly harder to answer while maintaining their cover. So instead of running into that problem again while still in the same state, they had been camping out in the car.
Sam still frowned but he had to agree. Both of the hunts they had been on recently had only been about sixty miles apart and it would still be a full day's drive to get out of the great state of Texas before it was all over with. The muscles in his back tightened sympathetically and he straightened a little, realizing that he hadn't actually slept on a flat surface in a little over a week. He was usually a fitful sleeper anyway and the uncomfortable seats were doing nothing for his already damaged sleep patterns. Hell, it had probably been about four days since he had gotten a full night's sleep anyway.
Seeing his younger brother still wrestling with the idea, Dean shrugged and looked toward the road. "It's either that or that nice little corner down there for fifty buck a pop. With your pretty face I'm sure we'd have no problem rolling in some customers." He laughed playfully as Sam punched him solidly in the shoulder.
With a deep, resigned sigh, he turned to Dean with a defeated look. "Alright, fine. But we're getting a room with two beds this time. The last time we had to share one you kicked me out on the floor."
Dean laughed and patted Sam's knee. "That's my boy." He grinned, ignoring the playful punch that connected solidly with his shoulder. He shifted the Impala into drive and pulled out of parking lot, turning onto the street and heading toward the donation center.
The building looked simple enough; dark brick with a painted white sign that said DCI Biologicals written across the side of the wall. About three other cars were parked in the parking lot as they arrived, a young woman with a blue band wrapped around her elbow walking out and climbing into the gold Saturn across from them. She gave them a friendly smile as they got out of the car and waved slightly as she pulled out of her parking place. The brother returned the gesture and turned toward the building, making their way across the mostly empty parking lot.
"There's not many people here…" Sam muttered softly, looking around as they walked toward the front door. "You think there's something wrong with this place?"
Dean shook his head and laughed a little. "No Sam, I don't think there's anything wrong with this place. It's one o'clock in the afternoon on a Monday, I think most people are at work right now." He glanced at his younger brother from the corner of his eye and noticed the stiff stance and the nervous fidgeting he was doing with his hands. "Dude, what's the matter with you?"
A closer look told him everything he needed to know and Dean gave Sam a lopsided grin. "Sam, are you afraid of needles?"
"No." The answer was short and clipped, almost like it was a pain to get out, and Dean was absurdly proud of himself for getting it right.
"Aww, want me to hold your hand while they hook you up to the machine?" He teased playfully, completely ignoring the death glare Sam threw at him.
"Shut up." The younger man sighed heavily and took a deep breath. "Let's just get this over with."
Chuckling softly to himself, Dean shrugged and opened the door, a blast of icy air causing them to step back a little before entering. The lobby was cool and dim, most of the light coming in from the large windows that framed the door. The air smelled sterile, clean, and it almost reminded them of being in a doctor's office. Two brown leather couches sat perpendicular to one another as well as a handful of chair scattered around the room against the walls. A television was on in the top right corner of the room, the news flashing softly across the screen. A young woman in blue scrubs looked up from behind the front desk and smiled warmly at them.
"Hello, are you here to donate plasma today?" She asked, the faint southern accent in her voice making Dean smile.
He caught the back of Sam's shirt as he made and unconscious movement toward the door and held him tightly in one place. "Yes ma'am we are. My brother and I were driving by and thought today would be a perfect day to make a donation." He winked and flashed her a grin, another ego-boost as she blushed.
The girl gathered two clipboards and slipped a few sheets of paper beneath the clips, resting a pen on the top of each board. "All you need to do is fill out these sheets and I'm going to need a copy of both of your Ids."
Dean reached into his back pocket and fished out his wallet, nudging Sam to do the same. A few seconds later, both of their driver's licenses were placed on the desk and the woman began scribbling down some information a sheet in front of her. She scanned their licenses into the computer and asked them if this was their current address, if they had lived in Dallas for very long, and absently telling them that she had family from down there. She passed their Ids back to them and handed them the paperwork, nodding for them to have a seat in the lobby.
Dean slipped the fake license back into his wallet, silently glad he'd made them when they were in Fort Worth for their last hunt. After all, they had lived there for a little while when he was about eight so it wasn't that far fetched. He took a seat next to Sam on the couch and began filling out the forms, making a few silly comments about the questions over his sexual history and why he would ever have a prolonged stay in Europe or Africa.
Sam smiled a little at his comments but kept his eyes glued to his paper, concentration on writing without his hand shaking. He had seen some terrible things in his life, things most people couldn't even comprehend existed, but that was nothing compared to this. He absolutely, positively loathed needles. With a passion. Getting shots when he was younger had taken every ounce of self-control he had to keep from running out of the room and it hadn't gotten any easier the older he's gotten. Stitches were one thing because most of the time he was so busy focused on something else he hardly noticed but to willingly sit there and have his blood pulled out, swirled around in a machine, and them pumped back into him was completely different. The very idea made his stomach flip uneasily and his palms begin to sweat. He could take zombies and ghosts and monsters any day of the week but personally preferred to stay as far away from needles as humanly possible.
They both finished paperwork and took it up to the desk, handing it to the girl and walking back to sit down. After leafing through the pages, the young woman stepped out from behind the desk and looked between them, opening a door behind her. "Okay, well I can take one of you back now if you're ready."
Knowing Sam wasn't going to volunteer himself, Dean shrugged and stood. "Guess I'll go." He flashed her a grin again and looked back at his younger brother. "See you in a bit." He patted Sam on the shoulder lightly and followed the girl into the hallway.
The door closed and Sam was suddenly alone in the quiet lobby. He turned his attention to the news and concentrated on watching it, forcing himself to read the words scrolling by on the bottom of the screen. Too bad it was nothing he was interested in. Something about the financial economy and then something else about government funds. Neither of which pertained to anything they usually paid attention to but it was still better then nothing.
A few minutes later, the girl came back out of the hallway and went back behind the desk. She gazed at Sam for a few minutes before sitting down.
Sam, however, noticed her stare and shifted a little nervously. "Something wrong?"
The girl smiled at him and shook her head. "No, your brother just told me to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn't bolt for the door."
Sam laughed softly and shook his head. "That's sweet but really, where would I go? He has the keys." He didn't mention that he could hotwire a car in under a minute but the idea had crossed his mind.
The girl smiled again and shook her head. "Scared of needles, huh?" She swept her hair over on shoulder and glanced at the news he was watching so intently. "It's really not that bad, I promise. Just a really small pinch and that's all." She walked out and handed him a bottle of water. "Drink this now. It'll help with the donation process." She waited for him to open the water and take few sips before she turned and walked back behind the desk.
Sam smiled at her efforts to relax him but they were somewhat in vain. In reality, he knew he could handle to process but it still made him queasy. "I'm Ashley by the way."
Sam looked up as she said her name and smiled softly. "I'm Sam."
"I know." She grinned and rested her chin in her hand, looking up at the TV again. "Wow, there is really nothing on at this time of day." She mumbled quietly.
"So how did you get involved in this?" Sam asked, knowing that if he was thinking about something else it would help take his mind off the coming events.
Ashley shrugged a little and looked down at the desk. "I going to school to be a phlebotomist and figured this was the best thing to do in the meantime." A middle-aged man appeared from the hallway just then and stopped at the front desk, talking quietly with Ashley as she counted out a few bills and handed them to him. The man thanked her and walked to the door, smiling politely at Sam as he stepped outside. Ashley disappeared into the hallway again, leaving Sam alone once more. A few minutes late she reappeared and smiled encouragingly at him. "Your turn, Sam."
Taking a slow breath, Sam stood and followed her back into the hallway. The building was actually much smaller than he had originally thought, only two small rooms taking up the side walls and one large room in the back. An older nurse met them in the hallway and greeted him warmly, leading Sam into a small room that looked a little like an office. He stepped onto the scale against the wall and watched as the nurse wrote down his weight. She indicated for him to have a seat chair next to the scale and he sat quietly as she checked his vitals and temperature. The nurse waited for him to finish the water before she pricked his finger and tested his blood for the correct protein and iron levels, smiling at him when she was done. "All right, you're all set. Just follow me right back here and we'll get you set up."
Sam nodded and followed the nurse into the back room, taking a few deep breaths as they walked. Two rows of reclined chairs were lined up back to back in the room, Dean and one other man sitting in the far corner of the room watching TV. Dean grinned at Sam as he walked in and waved a little. Sam returned the gesture and stopped at the chair the nurse was standing in front of. She noticed Dean and glanced at Sam. "You can sit next to him if you'd like."
Sam smiled and shook his head. "No, its okay. Thank you though."
The nurse nodded and slipped on a pair of gloves as Sam slid into the chair. A small, boxy machine sat next to the chair and Sam had to side-step in order to avoid stepping on it as he passed. The nurse gently rolled up his sleeve and turned his arm over so it was facing upward. She scrubbed the inside of his elbow with iodine and handed him a little grey stress ball. "Okay, now I want you to roll this in your hand and squeeze lightly every few seconds to keep the circulation going through your arm."
A blue cuff was placed around his arm and inflated until it was pressing tightly into his skin. The nurse touched the veins in his arm lightly and Sam turned his head away as she pulled out the needle.
"Okay, you're going to feel a little pinch." She said, keeping her hand on his arm and slipping the needle into his skin.
Sam held his breath as he felt the sharp sting of the needle entering his arm followed by a dull pain the radiated around the penetration site. The nurse smiled at him and patted his leg. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She turned on the machine and watched for a few seconds to make sure everything was going correctly before stepping away.
Sam let out a slow breath and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the chair. His hands were still a little shaky but he knew the worst of it was over. The whirl of the machine next to him and the TVs droning in the background helped to relax his frazzled nerves and he felt himself sink deeper into the chair. After a few minutes, the nurse came back into the check on him and to unhook the man sitting a few chairs away from Dean. She spoke with him for a few minutes, making sure he felt alright and handing him a bottle of juice and a packet of crackers. The man stood and thanked her, nodding to Dean and following her to the front. Once they were alone, Dean turned as far as he could to see Sam and grinned. "See, I told you it wasn't that bad."
The younger man smiled a little and rolled his eyes, leaning back into the chair and rolling the stress ball around in his hand. Every couple of minutes the nurse would come back to check on both of them before disappearing back into the front. Dean watched the same news Sam had been watching earlier, making a few various comments about the state of the economy and mumbling about how stupid it was to let it get that way in the first place. The nurse reappeared and walked over to him, carefully unhooking him from the machine and looping the blue band around his arm. She handed him the same bottle of juice and packet of crackers the other man had gotten and asked him the same questions, staying to make sure he could stand up and move around without falling over. Satisfied that he was fine, she stopped to check on Sam one last time before leaving once again.
Dean sat in the chair next to his brother and leaned back, gulping down the juice. "Damn, didn't know donating plasma could dehydrate you."
Sam laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, plasma makes up about 55% of your actual blood so its taking out a lot of fluid from your body."
"Yeah, alright professor." Dean shrugged and finished his juice, standing and walking over to a nearby trashcan to throw away the bottle. He returned to his chair and sat down, glancing at Sam out of the corner of his eye. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Sam answered automatically, not wanting to tell Dean that there was a slight ringing in his ears or that his mouth was dry. Figuring it was just because of the dehydration, he ignored it and looked back at the TV.
The nurse returned about ten minutes later and walked over to him. "Alright, I think you're all done." She carefully unhooked him from the machine and looped the blue band around his arm as well. She handed him the juice and crackers, asked him if he felt light-headed at all and made sure he was feeling alright. He told her that he felt fine, surprised that he actually meant it after being unhooked, and sat up a little straighter.
The nurse smiled and looked between them. "Alright boys, you both just helped save a couple of lives. You should feel very proud of yourselves."
Neither brother had the heart to tell her that they saved countless lives everyday so they just nodded a little in response.
"Since this is your first time donating, I'm going to get one more sheet of paper work for you two to fill out and you'll be all set to go." She disappeared around the corner once again and made her way up to the front.
"Well, that was fun." Dean stood and patted his brother on the shoulder. "You ready, Sammy?"
Sam nodded and swung his legs over the edge of the chair, standing slowly. He took a slow breath and waited for Dean to lead the way. Walking, however, proved to be a much more difficult task, and he suddenly found himself swaying a little. He could faintly hear Dean still talking but it sounded muffled and incredibly far away. The ringing in his ears returned suddenly and his vision swam. The ground felt like it was covered in marbles and he stumbled a little, bumping into the chair as he did.
The sound made Dean turn around and he frowned in concern. "Sammy, you okay?"
Sam tried to answer but motor skills had abandoned him as well. He shook his head slowly as the world tilted sickeningly. Dean was taking a step toward him, saying his name, but he couldn't answer. The blood pounded in his ears and there was a sudden weightlessness as he pitched forward, his head connecting sharply with the corner of the machine. The world went completely white for a split second before fading into nothing but darkness.
Yay!! Hope you liked it!! :D