AN: I don't know where this came from. I was just thinking about Twilight-Deviant's picture on DeviantArt of Sam and J.D. playing with unicorns and how J.D.'s baby is named Sam, so I guess this just popped out.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for up to season 3 of Supernatural, possible spoilers for up to the season of Scrubs where J.D. gets Kim pregnant (not sure which specific season it is)
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Scrubs. Eric Kripke owns Supernatural, and Bill Lawrence owns Scrubs.
As I walked through the doors to where I worked, I started humming the "My Little Pony" theme song. I had been thinking a lot more about unicorns lately, so if Kim were to have a girl, I'd be ready.
I met up with Carla at the nurse's station, grabbing a chart. It had the name Samuel Simmons on it. I walked into the room and saw something I never expected.
"Oh my god, you're a giant!" I screamed. This guy was huge. It looked like his hospital gown didn't even fit him.
"Uh..." the guy said. I guess he wasn't used to people saying that. But seriously, where did this guy come from? Giant town?
"He gets that a lot," the guy next to the massive guy in the bed said. This guy seemed to be a bit shorter than my patient, but he was still tall too. "I'm Dean Simmons, this is my little brother Sam."
"Little brother?" I asked. How in the world could he call this guy his little brother?
Dean laughed at that. "Heh, I guess Sammy's not what you'd call little."
"Ha ha, I'm tall. We get it, Dean," Sam said sarcasticly. "Hi, Doctor. A surgeon here stitched me up yesterday when I came in with a stab wound."
"Yeah, my chart says it was done with a garden stake. Is that right?" The two men looked at each other before simultaniously saying, "Yes."
"Oh my god, you two do the whole talking at the same time thing! That's awesome!" They both stared at me, so I said, "I'm Dr. Dorian. I'll be keeping an eye on you." After I walked out of the room, I decided to tell Turk about my freakishly large patient.
Dean looked at Sam. "Wow, that dude was gay."
"Oh yeah," Sam said. Sam winced in pain, and Dean called for the nurse. Carla walked in and saw the two boys. "What can I get you, Mr. Simmons?" she said.
"I think my brother needs some pain meds," Dean said, flashing his classic smile. "But if you're free later, I might need a little house call."
"Aw, how cute," Carla said. "Sorry, sweetie, but I have a husband, and he happens to be the surgeon who stitched up your brother over there."
"Oh, that was your husband? Well, I'll have to thank him for stitching up Sammy and congratulate him on bagging a hot wife."
Carla looked at Sam, who sighed and said, "Forgive my brother. He's an idiot who sleeps with every woman that's willing."
"It's ok, sweetie. I've seen worse." Carla went to go get some medicine for Sam.
Dean waited until Carla was out of earshot before saying, "That unicorn was tough."
"Yeah, I guess it turns out that unicorns do exist," Sam replied. "Although they're not the 'shoot moonbeams out of their ass' kind."
"Yeah, my bad. I didn't think they existed. Although we're lucky none of your vitals were hit by its horn."
Just then, Carla came back and gave Sam his drugs. "Here you go, Mr. Simmons," she said.
"Please, call me Sam," the younger Winchester said.
"Alright. Just call me if you have a reaction to those, okay?"
"Okay." Carla left, and Dean pulled out Sam's laptop to make sure what they did killed the unicorn.