Dean had been on a hunt, Wendigo, he was torn up, he had a broken rib cage, and his arm had a cut that was bleeding badly. This time he couldn't fix it, he had to go to the hospital. Dean knew Sam should've gone with him, but Sam had decided to stay home because he hadn't been feeling well lately.

"Casey Johnson to triage room nine. Casey Johnson.", someone had buzzed over the intercom. Casey had her speed walk down pat. She walked into the room to find Dean, who had been badly beaten up. He had been waiting for about twenty or thirty minutes, until a blonde headed woman with pretty blue eyes walked in his room. Dean read the badge that she wore on her scrubs that she was wear it read, Casey Johnson.

Cute name, he thought smiling.

"So, a broken rib and a nasty cut?", She asked looking at the clipboard that she held in her hand. As soon as she spoke he could tell that she was from the south. She laid down the clipboard and walked over to Dean.

"I need you to take off you shirt.", she said. That southern accent was really getting to Dean, he loved it. Dean pulled his shirt off over his head. He grunted in pain. Casey noticed the massive bruise that was still forming around his ribs. Casey grabbed gauze and materials to wrap his ribs.

"What are you doing?", Dean asked awkwardly.

"I have to wrap you up. Don't be a baby.", She replied as she started to wrap his ribs, she had to press a little against him to reach to the back and pull it around to finish wrapping his ribs and Dean smiled. She finished pretty fast, so she move on to his arm.

"So, how did this happen?", She asked getting the material to sew up his cut on his arm, which wasn't bleeding as bad as it was.

"Bar fight.", He replied watching her. Dean didn't want to tell her the truth, he never told anyone about what him and Sam were. Casey looked at him with what he thought was a startled look.

"Alright. This might hurt a little.", She walked back over to him and put the small needle into his skin so she could start sewing him up. Dean let out a small grunt. She got the needle through one time then another until she was eventually done sewing his arm up. She had done it quicker than Sam could and much faster than he could.

"Do you ever let your patients take you out for a drink?", He blurted as she started walking out of the room. She turned around and walked back in.

"If they ask nicely.", She replied looking at him as she leaned up against the counter.

"I'm not the kind to ask nicely.", Dean replied with a soft smirk on his face.

"Then, I guess you ain't taking me out for a drink.", she replied. That southern accent was getting to Dean. She started to walk out again.

"Okay. Can I take you out for a drink?", he asked. She walked back into the room.

"Yes. I get off in four hours.", she replied with a smile on her lips.

"You get off at five tonight?", he asked with a shocked look on his face.

"Sweetheart. I've been her since two this morning. So see you at five?", she replied. She still had a smile on her lips. Dean nodded with a smile..

"By the way, you can leave now. Your all done.", she said as she started walking out of the room.

She knows how to play it, doesn't she, Dean thought with a smile, Yeah, see you at five. Dean checked himself out and went home to get dressed for the date that he had tonight with Casey.