A/N: Ok. I know. Terrible job getting this done… *sigh* this has been sitting in my documents forever...finished.. please forgive me:(

When Dr. Street woke up, it was light outside. She glanced at the silver modern clock on the wall. It was 9:00 in the morning. The gray-eyed doctor sat up. Her neck popped as she rolled it. She got a good couple hours in but still felt pretty tired. It didn't matter though. Dr. Street had patients to attend to. One in particular. The car crash victim and his family.

That's right. She just remembered that she was going to meet Lisa for coffee or breakfast this morning. The doctor stood up off of the orange couch and walk out of the break room. She went to the food court, got a couple doughnuts, two lattes, and a hot chocolate, and then headed toward the room she knew Lisa and Ben were staying for the time being.

Dr. Street walks into their room. Lisa and Ben are watching some movie on the television.

"Hi Lisa. I was wondering if you and Ben would like to join me for some breakfast and you can finish telling me that story of how you and Dean met."

Lisa face wore a small smile and she turned toward her raven-haired son. "Ben, how does that sound to you?"

The young boy looked at his mother with concerned eyes. "Can we go see Dean instead?"

"You know what, if you eat with me and your mom, I'll see what I can do about that. Maybe you can see Dean sooner. Plus, anything beats this nasty hospital stuff they call food." Dr. Street replied. She thought it was amazing that the 11 year-old cared so much about his mom's boyfriend. That wasn't a very common thing.

"Ok. Sure."

Dr. Street gave Lisa one of the lattes and Ben the hot chocolate. She then opened the box of doughnuts and let Ben and Lisa pick one before choosing one herself and placing the box off to the side on a table.

"Thank you." Lisa and Ben said in unison.

"It's no problem," Dr. Street smiled."Now, Lisa, I never was able to hear the end of the story of how you and Dean met."

Ben smiled. "Actually, I don't think I've heard that either, Mom."

"Ok, fine. Well, when I was a teenager, I first met Dean. He was charming and funny. We dated for a short while." Lisa said, editing out some details for Ben's sake.

"Then, he had to leave because his family needed him. Dean always put his family first, above anything else, even his own needs and wants. I never saw him again until eight years later when he shows up on my doorstep. It was during Ben's birthday party. He was working a job in town and actually ended up saving Ben's life, mine as well. He left after that. Then, about two years later, she appears on my doorstep again. It sounded like he was saying goodbye. I found out later that he was planning to go on some sort of suicide mission. He didn't come in the house, just talked to me and left. Then, a few weeks later, he knocks on my door. I had never seen him more broken. His brother Sam had just died. Sam was the last family that Dean had; his mother and father had already passed. Dean didn't know what to do with himself because he had always taken care of Sam. Truth be told, I still don't know why Dean showed up, but I am glad he did. He has been living with us for about a year now."

Dr. Street nodded. "You and Ben are very kind. Dean seems like a great guy. I'll just have to find out when he wakes up."

"Speaking of which," voiced Ben, who had been fairly quiet this whole time, "How is Dean? Can we see him yet? Is he awake?"

"He hasn't woken up yet," the doctor replied, "but that's to be expected. Dean needs to recover, so if he wakes up, it wouldn't be helpful to his body. Don't worry though, Dean is in good hands. I have one of my colleagues and a friend who is the best surgeon in this state countless others working with Dean. We are going to do whatever it takes to help him out."

Ben nodded.

"Now, I hope you enjoyed the doughnuts. It was nice to chat with you guys. I will see what I can do about you seeing Dean. I'll let you know as soon as I can. Get your rest."

"Thank you Dr. Street." Lisa said."For everything. We really appreciate it."

"It's nothing. I just want to help."

With that, the doctor took her leave. Dr. Street tended to a couple of her other patients before heading up to see Dean. All the while, the gray-eyed doctor was thinking about what Dean would be like when he wakes up. 'If he wakes up,' she thought solemnly. Dr. Street was wondering if he truly was this larger than life man or if his character was being exaggerated by his loved ones. Nevertheless, the more Ben and Lisa would talk about him, the more Dean reminded Dr. Street of her brother, Xander. 'Dean is eerily similar to him,' Dr. Street thought.

When she got to Dean's room, Brooklyn noticed that she was not the only doctor in there. Her colleague Dr. Jack Sheppard was in there, examining x-rays and results of the MRI.

"Dr. Sheppard, I didn't expect to see you up here so soon. Have you made a conclusion about the state of my patient yet?"

"Yes, I think so. I believe that your patient has an extension fracture in the thoracic spine region. I think that the distraction has occurred around the T10 and T12 regions."

"In the lower thoracic spine?" Dr. Street asked in disbelief.

"I know it's extremely rare. Personally, I would recommend immediate surgery with pedicle screws to relieve the pressure. There is a great danger for ruptured disc herniation which will damage the vertebrae even more, possibly to the point of irreparable paralysis. However, I don't know if that would be the best option to take here considering his other injuries. What I'm extremely worried about is the concussion. Especially since he had a seizure in the E.R. Dean here could develop trauma-induced epilepsy which will just add to a longer and more difficult recovery than he already has. This is being optimistic by the fact that he will survive the surgery, which we both know is extremely improbable. I think you should discuss this with the family. I'll see if I can get an OR room reserved just in case, but think about this Brooklyn. Tell the family to consider what he will have to go through by way of recovery. There is a huge possibility that he may never be the same after. "

"Hmmm... Alright. Thank you for your opinion. "Brooklyn was not encouraged by this news. She wanted more than anything for her patient to recover and make it through, but the doctor in her had to be realistic.

'Now comes the hard part' Dr. Street thought to herself. 'Time to be the bearer of bad news again.'

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