So... you need a song for this. "You Could be Happy" by Snow Patrol. :)

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Hours later, Dean and Sam had arrived at the hospital. Since Sam's blowup in the car, they hadn't so much as spoken another word to each other. Not quite knowing how to break the ice, they were pretending nothing had happened, and Sam had simply followed Dean's brisk step without a word when he headed towards the room the nurse had told them Jenny was in. So far all he knew was that it had been a close call for both Jenny and the baby. Seeing as how Jenny was still very weak, they were waiting to see how they both held up before they made any decision as to what to do. Dean could feel his skin grow cold as he thought of the possible consequences of Jenny not making it. He frowned as he practically shoved people away in the hallway as he frantically searched for room 666, the one where Jenny was staying at. Finally finding it, Dean stopped abruptly in front of it, making an unsuspecting Sam collide with him. Shoving Sam away roughly, Dean glared at him.

"Sorry!" Sam breathed out as he held out his hands in appeal. "How was I supposed to know you were going to stop dead in your tracks!?" Sam whispered at Dean testily.

"Whatever," muttered Dean to himself as he rolled his eyes. Turning away from Sam, he paused and took in a sharp intake of breath as he rapped on the door confidently.

"Come in," came a muffled voice from the inside. As soon as it was said, Dean opened the door immediately, and swiftly entered the room, with Sam's large frame right behind him.

Dean stopped a few steps away from her bed and looked at her quietly, his face devoid of any emotion. Anyone unfamiliar with Dean would have said he looked indifferent to Jenny's pain stricken face—but Sam knew Dean and he could see the queer lump in Dean's throat bob up and down.

"Dean," breathed out Jenny barely above a whisper. Her big grey eyes looked at him hungrily, almost as if trying to drink him in.

Dean cleared his throat and took a step backwards, almost stepping on Sam's feet. "Hey, Jenny…uh…this is my brother, Sam…" Dean motioned towards his quiet sibling and looked at him for a brief second before turning his attention back to Jenny's frame on the bed.

Jenny looked at Sam and nodded politely, remembering all that Dean had told her once upon a time about his kid brother. Knowing Dean loved the kid made her warm up to him immediately, and she smiled softly at him, before looking back at Dean awkwardly.

Seeing Dean and his girl look at each other softly, Sam smiled to himself and quietly exited the door, knowing his presence would not be missed.

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"So…How you holding up?" Dean asked tightly. He stood rooted to the ground, as if unwilling to get any closer to her.

"I'm fine," Jenny responded in a tight voice to match. She sat up a little in bed, and tried to look as cool as possible.

"Really?" asked Dean as he walked to the window beside her bed and pretended to be interested in the view, his back to her. For some reason he couldn't explain, he couldn't bear to look at her weary face. She looked even more fragile than he remembered her, and her pale face had taken on a yellowish hue which made his heart sink.

"Yeah," Jenny huffed out. She shivered, as she suddenly felt like a fool for having begged Jack to call Dean. What was I thinking?

"Bullshit…You look scared shitless," observed Dean coolly. He turned abruptly around and stood right beside her bed as he tilted his head at her arrogantly, his hands inside the pockets of his brown leather jacket.

Feeling a rush of tears want to surge inside her at his apparently cool tone, Jenny blinked them back rebelliously and she dug her slender fingers into the bed sheets, determined to not break apart while he was there. He doesn't love me anymore…Jenny told herself, and she felt her heart grow cold at the thought. The nest minute reason spoke and she told herself that Dean wasn't to blame…she was. Hadn't she left him? Hadn't she kept the fact that she was pregnant to herself? How could she even have thought for one moment that Dean could still be in love with her after all that happened? She was a little fool…she shouldn't have called Dean…she had let herself be led by an impulse of the moment and called Dean into this sticky mess—this mess in which Dean had no responsibility in. And Dean being the gentleman that he was had been kind enough to come check up on her. But that was all.

"I'm fine," she huffed. She jutted her chin out stubbornly, almost as if challenging Dean to contradict her.

For a response, Dean suddenly placed his right hand gently on her small bump and felt her stiffen up under his touch. Looking at her intently, he saw her eyes widen in surprise at his unexpected touch and he smiled sadly, as he realized it was the first time he had touched Jenny in over five months. When Jenny didn't shoo his hand away, he rubbed her belly thoughtfully and looked at the small lump that showed under the blanket. Jenny took in a sharp intake of air, as she struggled to maintain her emotions in check. For a full minute, none of them spoke a word, and Dean continued rubbing her belly in slow circular motions, apparently fully absorbed in his current pastime.

"Dean?" asked Jenny uncertainly as her voice quivered in emotion. Catching the vulnerability in her tone, Dean willed himself to look into her eyes, and he squared his jaw as he saw the all too familiar look of pain and fear lurking in them. The same hunted and frightened look Jenny had had the night when she had been raped. Looking in her eyes, Dean wondered if anything could ever be the same. Damnit…there were so many things he needed to know…so many questions he needed to ask her…

"I'm sorry, but you really need to go now," interrupted the firm voice of an older nurse behind them. "You can come back tomorrow. The patient needs her rest." Dean and Jenny had been so caught up in each other, they hadn't even noticed the nurse come in the room.

Dean nodded slowly and he reluctantly stepped back. Almost oblivious of the nurse's presence, both Jenny's and Dean's eyes locked and they nodded significantly at each other. Dean walked to the door and paused for a split second. He turned and looked at Jenny in the face, taking in her appearance fully for the first time since he had gotten there. Man, she looked tired. And it's all my fault…I should have never let her go off by herself…I should have known…

"I'll be back," Dean said gruffly as he steadied the lump in his throat and walked out in the hallway.

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"Uh…you might want to go back tomorrow and see Jenny…talk to her…" Sam said softly, as he broke the silence in the hospital's parking lot. Dean and Sam were walking towards their car which was only a few feet away. Completely wiped out after having driven 12 hours straight to get to the hospital as soon as possible, all Dean could think of was of looking for the nearest motel to crash into.

"Yeah, I will," Dean answered distractedly.

"And…" Sam paused mischievously, "you might also want to mention that one other thing…" He trailed of his voice suggestively.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Sam in confusion. "What other thing?" asked Dean gruffly.

"The serious unfinished business?" answered Sam in a 'duh' tone. "Dean, whatever is going on between you two—"

"Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said," finally admitted Dean tartly. His nerves were still on edge from all the excitement and the last thing he felt like doing at the moment was stopping for a session of 'soul searching' under Sam's guidance.

"Oh…ok…" Sam responded with a smirk, obviously so not convinced at his brother's airy tone. Since when is leaving a girl pregnant a LITTLE bit more involved?!?!?

"Ok…A LOT more involved…" Dean added as he rolled his eyes at his brother's smart aleck attitude. "Maybe…" he added for good measure. He sure as hell didn't need his brother on his back now. "And…I told her the secret, and I shouldn't have." Dean's eyes flashed painfully and he bent his head. They had reached the Impala by now, and Dean had laid both of his hands on the side of it resting his frame against it wearily.

"Now look, man…everybody's gotta open up to someone, sometime…" Sam soothed. It broke him up to see the pain his brother was going through at this time.

"Well, I don't," Dean retorted harshly. "It was stupid to get that close…I mean…look how it ended…" Dean's voice trailed off thoughtfully and finally dared to raise his eyes to look at Sam, only to find Sam smirking at him. "Will you stop!"Dean demanded in irritation as he stood up straight and looked at his brother in annoyance. Sam bit his lip and quickly pulled on a passive straight face, only making Dean feel more irritated at him, as he caught Sam's eyes dancing with mischief. "Blink or something!" Dean snapped at him.

Sam shook his head and grew serious in a second. "You loved her," Sam pointed out softly.

"Oh God…" Dean huffed as he rolled his eyes and walked to his side of the car.

"You were in love with her….but you dumped her…" Sam continued, obviously not getting his brother's actions. If he loved her, why did he dump her? Did he even know that she was pregnant?! OR for that matter…if he dumped her…why are we here? Now? His chain of thought was interrupted abruptly as he caught Dean's strange and almost pained look which cut through him like a knife. Suddenly, the truth dawned on Sam like a sudden shower of cold water. "Oh wow…" Sam breathed out in shock. "She dumped you…"

Dean glared at him and pointed to the car in a no-nonsense way. "Get in the car…get in the car!" That said, he stepped inside the driver's seat and slammed the door behind him without another word.

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Dean had never been a man to follow the rules. As far as he was concerned, rules were only helpful suggestions. So it was no surprise to Sam when upon finding a motel, Dean had informed him his intentions of going back to the hospital and hiding out in Jenny's room for the night. Not bothering to contradict him, Sam had only shook his head at him, telling him there was no way he was going to be able to make his way inside without getting caught. Upon which Dean had snorted at Sam in disgust at the mere suggestion that he, Dean Winchester, couldn't get away with whatever he set his mind to do.

"I'll be subtle," Dean retorted to his smart aleck brother.

Sam rolled his eyes and held out his arms. "Dean, you are about as subtle as a bull."

"Whatever," huffed Dean.

That said, he had driven back to the hospital and stealthily crept his way into the hospital, eventually making his way into Jenny's room without incurring detection. Well pleased with himself, Dean readjusted the jacket he was wearing and airily walked into Jenny's room without bothering to knock. He wasn't surprised to find her standing quietly at the window, looking out at the city lights. It was something she had often liked to do, back when they had been together. There was something about looking at the night's street lights that had always soothed her, and Dean knew no doctor or nurse were going to be able to keep in her in bed long enough to stop her from enjoying that view. Closing the door quietly behind him, he cleared his throat suggestively, in order to get her attention. Jenny jumped in surprise and turned around a little too suddenly, but calmed down when she saw who it was.

"Dean…hey…"she finally managed out softly.

"So…you busy?" asked Dean stupidly, saying the first thing that came into his mind as he looked at her awkwardly.

Jenny rolled her eyes and crossed her arms around her chest. "Dean…I'm in a hospital."

"Oh…" muttered Dean softly. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. "Yeah…right…"Dean shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot and tried desperately of how to take it from there. For the record, he couldn't think of a singly sane thing to say.

Jenny looked at the ceiling briefly and swallowed her pride as she tried to break the awkward silence around them. "So…how's your brother?" She finally asked nonchalantly.

Dean traced a circle on the floor with his foot. "Uh…not here."

Jenny smiled thinly and shook her head at him. "All right…so…what brings you here at this time of night?" She paused and took a step forward. "You know we're not allowed visitors at this hour."

He looked at her and asked abruptly, "Why did you ask about my brother?"

Caught off guard, Jenny staggered. "Oh…nothing…not important." She shrugged airily, trying to appear as cool and collected as she possibly could under the circumstances.

"Could it be…because without him it's just you and me, and not you, me, and Sam…which makes it easier?" Dean prodded as he took a couple of large strides towards her, stopping directly in front of her.

"It's not easier…" she breathed out nervously. Having Dean so close to her unnerved her and she felt furious at herself for letting a little thing like that affect her so deeply. She hunched her shoulders and turned slightly away from him for a second. Suddenly, she decided to brace herself and to be fully honest with Dean for the first time in months. "Look…I—"

"No, forget it…it's fine," Dean cut in a little harshly. Thinking Jenny was uncomfortable with his presence, Dean felt hurt and he was reacting by appearing cool and unaffected—the only way Dean knew how to act when he felt scared or unsure of where he was standing. He moved away from her and turned slightly, so as to avoid her earnest gaze. "We'll keep it strictly business," he added coldly. "How much money do you need for your care here?" he asked as he took out his wallet and flipped through the several fake credit cards he always had at bay.

Shocked, Jenny looked at him in disbelief. "I forgot you do that," she huffed out as her voice cracked slightly with emotion.

Catching the pain leak through her voice, Dean stopped flipping through his credit cards and his head snapped back at her. "Do what?"

"Oh…" Jenny tilted her head sarcastically. "Whenever we get somewhat close…anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability…you back off…or make some joke or find any way to shut the door on me," She added bitterly.

Dean chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes as he stuffed his wallet back in his pocket. "Oh that's hilarious. See, I'm not the one who took that final door and slammed it right behind me!" he hissed at her.

Jenny's eyebrows shot up in surprise at his tone. "Wait a minute—"

"I'm not the one who took the key and buried it," Dean continued as he let himself get worked up with emotion. Moving purposely towards her, he kept getting closer to Jenny, making her eventually retreat backwards slowly, until her back came in contact with the wall.

"Are we done with this metaphor?" asked Jenny irritably as she put one hand against the wall and the other one against Dean's jacket, for good measure.

Ignoring her restraining hand, Dean inched even closer to her in his agitation and whispered in a voice heavy with emotion, "All I'm saying is that I was totally up front with you back then and you nailed it with me."

"Really!?" asked Jenny curtly. "The guy I'm with…the only guy I ever cared about…tells me that he has to leave…he couldn't stay with me anymore—"

Dean shook his head in disbelief and protested. "Those are not the words I used—"

"The guy I thought loved me, got tired of me because I was a wreck and I could no longer give him what he wanted!" Jenny continued as her eyes got red with emotion.

Seeing her eyes get misty, Dean felt a tug at his heart, but he still stood his ground. "That wasn't it at all!" he protested once again in his defense.

"All I could think of was, if you want out, fine! But don't give me this lame story of 'Daddy needs me'!" She shrieked at him emotionally.

"It was the truth, Jenny!" Dean pleaded as his eyes looked at her earnestly, wishing he could make her believe his words.

Jenny snorted in disbelief. "Really?! You went right to Daddy?"

"I DID!" Dean's nostrils flared and he glared at her from his stance in front of her. They were so close together, Jenny could feel his hot breath on her face, and the only thing that was between them was Jenny's belly.

"You left me because you didn't know what else to do with me!" She accused him lamely.

Dean rolled his eyes. Women! He muttered inside in desperation. "Excuse me?! Seriously? I TOLD YOU…my dad needed me to work on this case! I didn't want to bring you along because I was looking out for you! You were a wreck, remember? There was no way in hell I was going to bring you along in a suicide mission! I thought you would be safer if I just went, did my job and came back for you…but you didn't even give me the time of day, did you!?"

Suddenly feeling tired, Jenny calmed down some and lowered her voice wearily. "Back then, I thought you just wanted to dump me," she finally admitted.

Putting up his index finger Dean pointed at her accusingly. "Whoa….now let's not forget who dumped who, ok?"

"I thought it was what you wanted!" Jenny replied in desperation.

"Well, it wasn't!" Dean hissed as his eyes flashed in pain once more.

"I didn't mean to hurt you!" Jenny added with a pain filled voice to match his own.

"Well, you did!" Dean nodded at her severely.

"I'm sorry!" Jenny cried out. She dropped the hand that had been holding Dean back and she looked up into his face with a look that would have melted a heart of stone."Dean…I'm sorry…"she repeated once more as she chocked on her own words.

Dean nodded and chocking back the lump in his throat, set his lips in a thin line. "Yeah," he huffed out. "Me too." It's too late to remind her what we had before...

The next minute Jenny's eyes brimmed over and her body quivered as she struggled to control her sobs, making all of the anger and adrenaline melt out of Dean's system in a flash. Feeling completely helpless to steal away her pain, he gazed stupidly at her. God…she had never looked so completely lost and vulnerable in her life. She had lost so much weight, Dean couldn't help but think that she looked more like skin and bones than anything else. Add to that the yellowish pallor of her skin and the pain filled expression in her face, and Jenny looked more like a wounded animal than a human being. I should have never let her walk out the door...I should have held her back...damnit...hog tie her to the bed if necessary...

Remembering how Jenny had stiffened under his brief touch only hours ago, he felt unsure as to whether risk her fright by gathering her in a hug. Thinking better of it, he tentatively raised a hand to the side of her face and brushed back a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He held in his breath in expectation, half expecting her to shove him away, or to flinch under his touch, like she had the last few times he had attempted to hold her months ago before she had left him. You made me happier than I'd ever been by far... To his relief, Jenny didn't even shiver under his touch, and he sighed in relief as her sobs quieted down. There are so many things I wish you hadn't said...so many things I wish I hadn't said... Feeling his confidence return, he raised his other hand to the opposite side of her face, and he rested his forehead gently against her own. More than anything...I just want to see you smile...again...like before...Maybe...Maybe...For one in my life...I should just let you go... you could be happy...you don't need me here...

"We're really screwed…you know that?" Dean asked softly in his husky voice. Is it too late to remind you how we were? At least...most of what I remember makes me think it is...


Talk about a cliff hanger...

And yes, I did choose that number for the hospital room on purpose...lol

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