Reporting back [R for Cussing]

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Having shaken off Chaucer after the huge meeting of all the crewmates, Dean is finally getting the chance to head back to the Med Bay to fill Sam in. Of course, still being off balance and out of sorts, Sam had had to stay behind, and as much as Dean didn't like leaving him places by himself for extended periods of time (because the last time that had happened, Dean had ended up in Hell), he'd figured he should go anyway. Meet some people, get a grip on the situation, and protect the underdogs. Same old, same old.

But he's glad to be back, and when he pushes through the door and heads to Sam's bed, he's grinning.

"Heeey, Sammy. You missed a helluva meeting," says Dean, pulling at the plant suit at his forearms. He's still not used to having it on, and he really misses his old clothes. Of course, he's got his amulet, so he's grateful for that, at least.

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Sam was sitting up in bed--finally able to do so without getting so dizzy that he wanted to vomit or fall over--flipping through what looked like a magazine.

"Yeah?" he said, his eyebrows lifting in interest as Dean entered the room. "What'd I miss?"

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The sight of Sam sitting up without puking is pretty relieving to Dean. He slides onto the stool next to Sam's bed, stifling a yawn.

"A bunch of weirdos arguing. There's this huge blue horse thing with a blade for a tail, and he scared the crap out of this little guy in a kilt. The guy in the kilt hid behind me, and everybody argued for a while." Dean explains, with his usual coherence.

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"Yeah, well, get used to the arguing," Sam advised, flipping the page of the magazine. "It's pretty much par for the course around here. Wait! What guy in the kilt?"

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"Yeah, I figured. And uh. The guy in the kilt. Are you implying there's more than one?" Cue wtf look, here.

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"Uh...no," Sam answered. "I just don't remember a guy in a kilt."

Pause.

"There was a naked guy at one point. Which was...disturbing."

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Dean stares for a second. And then finally:

"Pretty sure I would've noticed a naked guy, Sam," And then, "You think it's the same guy, and someone forced him into a kilt? Because there's no way in hell anybody would voluntarily wear a kilt and not be on the other side of the fence."

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Sam scowled.

"So just because he's wearing a kilt means he's gay? The Scottish wear kilts, Dean, and I don't think they're all gay."

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"I didn't say he was gay. Stop assuming things, Sam." Yes, Dean is being an ass. It's in the job description for 'big brother'.

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"You said he was on the other side of the fence, Dean," Sam reminded.

Boys, must you fight?

"And, somehow, I don't think you were talkin' Democrat vs. Republican."

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"Well, how do you know that I wasn't talking 'bout Democrats and Republicans? For all you know, the guy in the kilt is a senator from where he came from." Completely dodging the point. Dean's so good at that.

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.....

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"... Shut up, Sam."

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"Whatever..."

He goes back to looking at his magazine.

Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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Like usual, SamnDean are arguing. Of course, Dean had been hoping that they'd be able to have a civil conversation, but of course, Sam was stubborn and Dean couldn't keep his mouth shut, so it ended up with the two fuming at each other.

Dean's stolen Sawyer's magazine and is flipping through it on the other side of the room, determinedly not paying attention to Sam. Of course, he could leave, but what if Sam flipped out again and had nobody to help him?

So he's stuck here, grumbling.

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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He decided to walk down to the medical facili...screw it, it's Sickbay to him and it always will be...to look at what he had to work with. He knew that the green kid was probably going to walk him through a lot of it, but he was at least hopeful the technology was on par with standard 23rd century medicine.

He walked in to see the mexican standoff. "Did I miss something?"

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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"No," Sam and Dean answered in concert. Awwww, so cute!

Sam then shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his ass was already starting to go numb from being restricted to the bed in the medbay for, what he thought was, just one day.

He quirked an eyebrow as the strange old man moved into the medbay. "Who are you?" he asked.

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"Dr. Leonard McCoy, newly appointed chief of medical staff on this...flying meatball." He was still unaccustomed to the...living...nature of the ship. He walks over to Sam and offers a hand. "Are you the one who got shot in the head?"

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Flying meatball. So accurate.

Dean, still sort of steamed about the whole fight, being called stupid, and answering McCoy at the Sam time as Dean, is silent. He flips noisily through the magazine, 'ignoring' the other two.

Even though he's really actually listening closely to every word that's said. Because chief of medical staff? Maybe this guy can help.

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[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Uh...yeah," Sam said, twisting on the bed as he tried to get comfortable again. "I guess so, anyway. That's what everyone keeps tellin' me."

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy had a satchel slung over his shoulder that he reached into. He pulled out three objects...one that looked like that thing doctors used to look into other people's ears...another that was about the size of an Ipod. The third was a box-sized object with a wand on it. "Just so you know, I'm from Earth, but it was the year 2293 when I left. What I have is technology from that era. Until I get used to what passes for technology on here, I'm going to trust what I have available to me in terms of treating you. But neurosurgery is one of my areas of expertise, such at it is. And none of this should cause much pain."

He pulled the wand out from the box and began waving it around Sam's head. "This is called a tricorder. It's like...what's the term from your era, M I R or something...ancient history is not one of my areas of expertise."

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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"Yeah, I know what a tricorder is," Sam said. Even though he hadn't seen the original Trek--hence his not recognizing Dr. McCoy--he had watched The Next Generation as a kid when his dad had left him and Dean behind at the motel during hunts.

"So, what are you gonna do to me?" he asked.

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"Hopefully heal you." McCoy said. "Let me guess, you saw me on TV too?"

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[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Ummm...no," Sam answered. This was kinda awkward. "I watched the Picard one. When I was a kid, anyway."

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"Don't know any Picard. Must be future stuff." Bones said, a shrug almost apparent in his voice. "Anyways, if you know what a tricorder is, you know what a hypospray is, then?"

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I do," Sam said. "It's that stuff you use to knock people out. Like an anesthesia."