At ten in the morning, the doctor banged on the cabin door. Bobby was working in the library on his books. Sam was helping Sarah with something in the loft. Ben was doing homework. No one had noticed the time. Watari and the others had assumed Dean had gone for the tests.
Near opened the door, pale face poking out. "Yes?"
“Hello, Near? Is Dean here? He was supposed to come for tests today?”
"Dean is not there?"
“No. That is why I am here. Is he all right?”
"Near is unsure. Wait here," he said, allowing the doctor into the house and heading towards Dean's wing.
“Where is Sam? If Dean is ill, he may need him?” Come to think of it, where is Lisa?”
"Near does not know," he said, then entered the wing and padded to Dean's room. The boy knocked on the door loud enough to wake anyone.
Dean all but fell out of bed, and Lisa jumped, grabbing the comforter around her. “Where’s my clothes? Just a minute!”
Ben came out of his room and saw Near. “What’s wrong?”
"Dean has missed an appointment," he said flatly, waiting for the door to open.
The door flew open and Dean stood there with a sheet wrapped around his waist, his hair flying in every direction, and there was distinctive bruising on his neck and chest where he was not covered. “What!” He focused. “I’m sorry. What is it, guys?”
Gray eyes looked up at him. "Dean forgot to set an alarm clock. The doctor arrived here looking for Dean."
“Here?” The hazel eyes closed as the hunter tried to focus. “What time is it?”
"After ten a.m.," he responded.
“What?!! Aww! Hell no!! Where’s Sam? He’s supposed to go with me? Tell doc I'm sorry and I’ll be there as fast as I can. Make sure it’s not too late.”
"Near believes Sam is working with Sarah on a project," he said. "Near will deliver the message."
“Thank you, Near.” Dean shut the door, and ran for the bathroom, swearing as he ran. Lisa had heard the conversation, and knew Dean had gotten himself in trouble because of last night. Explaining that one would be interesting. He would need food for after the tests. She got up, put on some sweats, and headed downstairs to the their kitchen. Dean hopped into the shower for a quick wash. He towel dried, brushed his teeth, but did not shave. He started grabbing clothes to wear. Within fifteen minutes he walked into the big room to see his Lisa standing there with a meal for him, Near, Sam, and the doctor. He turned red and Lisa grinned.
"I thought you'd gone without me. Your cell is still off," Sam said sheepishly.
Dean was putting on his parka, a cap to go over his ears, and blushed red again. “I didn’t realize I’d turned it off. I’m sorry.”
"It's no problem," he told his brother. "Let's get going."
“We can take the Impala, Doc? Save walking in this.” Dean looked down the drive and realized it was too deep and they were going to have to dig themselves out. “We need a small plow, don’t we?”
"We're going to have to hoof it, I'm afraid. It's too deep for cars," he told his patient and friend.
Dean looked at the other two. “Okay. Let’s get this over with. You talked about a bunch of tests. What all are we doing?”
The doctor listed the various types of tests he was going to put Dean through.
Stress test? That where they put a bunch wires on you and make you walk and run up a hill on a tread mill like thing?”
The doctor nodded. "That's one of them, yes."
Sam spoke up at that time, “Doc, when I called your office yesterday, to ask a question about him eating, you said forget about it. You wanted to scope him both ways. You were sending pills. They never came.”
Dean got a panicky look.He came to a sudden stop and his voice raised. “Scoping? What ways? Exactly what is being scoped and with what? Why?"
"The type needed never came in, so we'll do this a different way. Yes, Dean, scoping. We need to check your stomach and lower abdominal area."
“Come on Doc, I’m tired. It might be stress. Maybe an ulcer. Can’t you just let me swallow that nasty stuff and stand in front of that machine and x-ray me? You have stick a camera up my ass? Hell most of the doctors out there don’t even knock you out for it, and that’s got to hurt like hell”
Sam was standing next to his brother, slightly behind him, trying really hard not to laugh. The doctor bit his bottom lip when he saw the taller man’s expression.
"I still need to check on it, Dean. I'm sorry but I have to stand firm on it."
Dean got a hopeful look. “Doc, you didn’t have the pills. You can’t clean me out. We can’t do it.”
"Enema," he said, trudging over the snow to get to the clinic.
Sam trudge on behind him. Both men heard a high pitched squeak, “WHAT?”
“Come on, Dean”
Looking very pale, the older Winchester slowly began to follow, wishing he’d never gone to see to see the doctor.