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Hello everyone! Long time no see! Sorry for the extremely long wait. School has been taking over my life and I haven't had a lick of time for writing. But I'm getting back into swing of things and I hope to have the next chapter out by next week!

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Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural nor the characters…ooh baby but I wish I did…mmm…

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"W—w—wait—wait a minute! Where are they taking her? Can't we go with her?" Dean cried, feigning distress.

"Sir, calm down. No, you cannot. You could distract the medics. She needs immediate medical attention." The nurse spoke slowly in a borderline condescending manor to the almost-thirty-year-old man.

The brothers sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Every so often, Dean would get up to stretch his legs and pace around a bit, and Sam would get annoyed and tell him to sit back down. For almost two hours, this cycle went on. It was not that they were antsy, they just did not enjoy being in one confined place for so long because it made them feel vulnerable.

At some point toward the end of the two hours, Sam went to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a little change in scenery, and while he was in there, the doctor came out.

"Paul and Keaton Rigby?" the Doctor called out to the almost empty waiting room, causing Dean to perk his head up. Dean then lifted himself from the chair.

"Is she alright, Doc?" Dean asked, sincerely worried.

"Where is your brother?" the Doctor counter-asked, ignoring Dean's question while suspiciously combing his eyes around the room for the tall man.

"He's in the bathroom. Is. She. All. Right?" Dean asked once more, becoming very serious all of a sudden, furrowing his brow and deepening his voice.

The doctor sighed and rubbed his forehead with the hand that was not holding a clipboard.

"She's—she's got two broken ribs, multiple lacerations and bruises, and the bone in her left wrist is almost completely broken, and…when we found all of these things that had obviously been done by someone's hands…we decided to look a bit deeper," he paused to wipe sweat off of his brow, and rub his temple, "she…we found three different people's DNA on the inner lining of her vagina…not including her own. Mr. Rigby, it has been almost ripped through." He paused to allow that to sink in. Dean's stick straight posture slackened to a slump. "Mr. Rigby, do you mind if we check you and your brother's DNA?"

Dean was dumbfounded. "You think…you think that we would do this to her? Our own sister?!" he cautioned, his face contorting into equal parts of disgust and disbelief with a building dash of outrage. "She's our family dammit!"

"I know this must seem strange and unbelievable to you that anyone could ever do something so nasty to…anyone—especially someone with the same genes as you—but it has happened, and we have to be sure. No one is accusing you of anything, Mr. Rigby." The doctor replied calmly, every word collected and carefully placed.

Dean's brow was still furrowed in a mix of anger and disbelief as Sam walked over to Dean and the doctor, slowly furrowing his own brow in confusion at his brother's worrying expression.

"What's going on?" Sam asked cautiously.

"They think we did this to her!" Dean hastily replied, whipping his hand back towards the doctor.

Sam's expression became identical to Dean's. "Why the hell would we do this to our own sister?" Sam shouted, managing to contort his face into an expression one might find on a frustrated puppy.

"We don't necessarily think you did anything. We have to make sure. There are some sick and twisted people in this world, Mr. Rigby." The doctor returned, eyes turned down toward the floor, remaining calm in hopes that the men in front of him would remain calm as well.

"Yeah we get that! But we are not those sick and twisted people, god dammit!" Dean growled, legitimately becoming furious at the thought that he could have raped his own fake sister.

"It is a necessary precaution!" the doctor shouted back, still much tamer than the wild man in front of him.

Dean looked about ready to pounce on the poor physician; so naturally, Sam, being the most level-headed one out of the two, stopped his brother by calmly stepping in front and holding his arm out as a sort of barrier.

"De—Paul. It's okay. It's not preferable, but it isn't like we've got something to hide," he paused and turned his attention to the slightly surprised yet relieved doctor, "we'll do the tests, though they won't do you much good. We aren't the culprits."

Dean nodded and regained composure, breathing in and out slowly a few times to cool his head.

"Please—umm—please follow me."

The doctor led the two into a small, rectangular room that was divided by a worn, yellow curtain, one bed on either side (not nearly long enough for Sam or even Dean for that matter).

"We're going to have to take a sample of your semen. Here are your cups and I will be back in about thirty minutes. If you do not feel comfortable in this room, there is a bathroom down the hall." The doctor spoke hastily, not allowing Dean and his raising eyebrow and disgusted look to talk. As soon as he said it and handed the men their complimentary sample cups, he propelled his tiny body out of the room.

Dean looked at Sam with a slightly chagrined but also shamefaced expression for the fact that his brother knew what he was about to have to do, speechless.

Sam gave a slight chuckle, "Dean, it isn't that bad. I've had to do this before. They don't need a lot. It isn't a big deal."

Sam slapped Dean on the back and exited the room, heading towards where the doctor had said the bathrooms were.

"If it's so easy then why—why are you going down there?" Dean shouted after him, poking his head out of the doorway.

Sam turned around, walking backwards now, and chuckled once more, "I want you to have your privacy, Dean. Plus, there are magazines in the men's bathrooms—perhaps with an oriental flair… Good luck!" and with that, he disappeared into the overly decorated bathroom.

Dean pondered over Sam's words, and quickly as he could, raced to the other men's bathroom, cup in hand.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wanted to bring some light-heartedness into the mix of all the trauma. So this chapter was sort of traumatic comedy? Maybe? No? Okay. Tell me what you thought by reviewing in that little box there. It only takes all of 2 minutes at the most.

Happy writings,

Caroline