A/N: This is a Grey's Anatomy and Supernatural fanfiction that I am Co-authoring with my friend Ashley (beautiful quotexx on Wattpad), Ashley is writting the even chapters while I write the odd ones.
~Gwen's POV~
Gwen checks her reflection in the glass one last time before she takes a deep breath. She had just been accepted into the internship program at Seattle Grace hospital. She smooths the skirt of her dress, after shrugging off the tan trench coat she had on. With a smile she heads inside of the venue nervously.
Being as smart as Gwen is, she had her pick as far as internships. The best hospitals on the West Coast had all been vying for her attention. However, it was Seattle Grace that won her over. She could stay close to her family and the hospital had a reputation for being one of the best as far as teaching programs were concerned. A waiter approaches her and offers her a glass of champagne. She gingerly accepts it and takes in the scene. It was a simple charity gala. The doctors, nurses, and other staff members mingled in their groups. Gwen scans the clumps of people. She had a name, nothing more. Bobby didn't exactly like to talk too much about his previous marriage and by association his daughter from that marriage. However, Gwen wanted to get to know her half-sister.
She wanders aimlessly, looking for someone approachable enough to ask if the woman she was seeking was here. Her lips press to the champaign flute to finish her drink when she feels someone's eyes on her. Lowering the empty glass, she scans the room, curious as to who was watching her. Piercing green eyes and a mischievous smirk meet her eyes.
Dean Winchester was somewhat new to Seattle Grace himself. He'd only been at the hospital a month or so. His reputation for being a player superseded him. Slowly, he makes his way over to the redhead, turning up the charm with each step.
"Hi there... you with anyone?" Dean smirks as he checks out the woman in front of him.
Gwen's cheeks flush, "No, no... I came alone, but I'm actually looking for someone. Would you happen to know an Ashley Grey?"
Dean purses his lips. "I do. Why?"
"I... I've heard that I'll be working with her since she's going into general like I am." Gwen lies with a shrug.
Dean studies the woman. "Okay then... she's probably around here somewhere. Probably with Mick." He flatly replies.
Gwen cocks her head and raises an eyebrow at the shift in his tone. "Who's Mick?"
"Dr. Mick Davies. He's a neurosurgeon. We're best friends... well we used to be. That's not important." He waves his hand dismissively.
"I'm Gwen, by the way." She holds her hand out to shake the man's.
Dean gingerly takes her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. "Dean."
Gwen giggles and turns her gaze away from Dean.
The band starts to play a slow ballad as people flock to the center of the room.
"May I have this dance?"
Gwen nods eagerly and takes Dean's arm when he offers her it.
After the song ends and numbers are exchanged, Dean directs Gwen over to a small group of people.
"If she's not there, then I don't know where else she is but someone in that group may have an idea."
Gwen thanks him and kisses his cheek before heading off in the direction he had described.
A dark haired man with light eyes scoffs as Gwen approaches. "Why are they allowed to attend this event? We weren't as interns."
"They're probably better behaved than you." A dark haired woman muses.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The man glares at the woman.
"Exactly wha-"
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Ashley Grey..." Gwen interrupts their bickering.
A blonde woman studies Gwen. "She's out on the balcony right now. She needed some air. The party scene was never really her thing. I'm Mary by the way. This is Arthur," she motions to the man with the dark hair and light eyes. "And this is Meg." She nods to the woman with dark hair.
Meg waves halfheartedly.
"It's nice to meet you all. My name's Gwen." She smiles slightly.
Arthur squints at Gwen. "Why are you even looking for Ashley anyways?" His voice had a faint British accent to it.
"I ahh... I heard I'd be working with her since we're both going into general." Gwen watches the group.
Arthur snorts. "Cut the bullshit or go back to the kids' table. Why are you looking for Ashley?"
Mary places a hand on Arthur's arm. "Forgive him. He's protective of his friends." She gives him a warning glance.
"No, no. It's okay. Thank you for your help. It was lovely to meet you all." Gwen smiles kindly before excusing herself to attempt to find the balcony.
"Where you headed?" Dean chirps, appearing suddenly at Gwen's elbow as she walks.
Gwen jumps a little. "Balcony. Ashley's there."
He nods. "I could show you the way if you want."
"I can find it on my own, thanks though."
"You sure? This place is pretty confusing and crowded. I swear I won't pry. You can even pretend I'm not ever there. I'll just walk you up to the balcony."
Gwen sighs and looks at Dean. He clearly wasn't going to relent.
"I just don't want you getting lost." He whispers as his eyes flicker over Gwen's form. He was slightly puzzled but didn't let it show. This compassion he's starting to feel towards the woman was a foreign concept to him.
With a sigh and a reluctant nod, Gwen allows herself to be led by the man she had just met. Little did she know, how much he would come to mean to her.
