~Dean's POV~

Riiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiing. On the fourth ring, I finally answered my cell phone. I checked the caller ID first and was happy to see that it was Sam calling me. Sam had talked to me a lot through this whole Jennie thing, but he wasn't checking in as much seeing as she was several months into therapy now.

Jennie was getting better and I was happy. She was smiling now and I could tell that she was becoming her normal self. It had scared me half to death when I found out she could've died. I didn't know what I would do without her. She was even getting into wedding plans although I had told her not to worry about it. She found joy in the wedding plans though so I let her. We had a date set for December. She had already begun planning when she was home back in June recovering from everything. Her words not mine, "I got bored". It was September now and we had three months until the wedding.

"Hey, Sammy," I said, answering the phone.

"Hey, Dean," Sam said back.

"How's it going?" I asked, casually.

"Great actually. Hey, so Sarah and I are thinking about coming down to Seattle," Sam started.

"Oh yeah? What for? To visit?" I asked back.

Sam had started seeing Sarah again. We had met her many years ago on a hunt in upstate New York. Her father's company was selling a haunted painting and she and Sam had had a short thing. They had met a year ago on a whim and started seeing each other immediately. Sam had just gotten out of a relationship and Sarah had just gotten divorced. It was perfect.

"Yeah… sort of," Sam replied.

"What do you mean, Sammy?" I asked.

"Well, we're uh, actually looking at houses. I got a job offer already and Sarah is applying for a journalist position that seems promising. Sarah's pretty tired of the 24/7 sun and I wouldn't mind being close to you guys. I haven't even met Lucas yet," Sam replied.

I smiled, "Okay well why don't you guys come and visit us? You're really thinking of moving here?"

"Yeah, believe it or not," Sam replied.

"When would you come?" Dean asked.

"How does this weekend sound?" Sam asked back.

"That sounds great! I'll see you then," Dean replied.

"Yeah, see you," Sam replied, before there was a click and Sam had hung up.

I smiled to myself. Jennie was getting back to normal and almost at an end to her therapy, Lucas had just started the first grade, and Sam and his girlfriend Sarah were possibly moving to Seattle. Everything was falling into place.

~End Dean's POV~

"Here are you charts. Hey, congrats on your first 'risky' surgery today. How'd it feel?" Bradley asked, handing me the charts that I had lent him.

"Thanks," I said taking the charts and flipping through them quickly. "It was great. I haven't felt that good in a long time. Well I mean, you know what I'm talking about. That rush… the thrill. Wow, I missed it. I know that I sound like a crazy junkie but I can't help it. It brings feeling alive to a whole other level! Ugh, I'm so glad that Dr. Thomas thinks it's okay. Now maybe she'll let up on the sex."

"Ooh, Dean must be going crazy," Bradley chuckled.

"Actually, I think I'm going crazier than him," I admitted.

"Damn, look what he's done to you" Bradley said.

"Shut up, Bradley! Anyways, so distract me because I hate thinking about it. How's life?" I asked.

"Hey, you," I heard a voice say and felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I smiled because I knew it was Dean.

"Hey," I said, turning around and kissing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt his hands go around my waist.

"Okay, I'm going to go now," Bradley said, awkwardly.

I chuckled and then pulled away from Dean, "How's your day?" I asked, smiling at him.

"It's going good, I guess. How's yours?" he asked back. "How'd that surgery go?"

"Ahhh, it was amazing! I was so excited and almost nervous because you know, I'm pretty rusty but then... well everything just fell into place and, wow you don't even know how excited I was for it," I sighed, happily. Dean laughed at how animated I was.

"Yes, well I got your text right before the surgery so I think that I can imagine," Dean replied.

"Yeah, sorry about that. All caps and about a bajillion exclamation points?" I asked, giggling.

"That sound about right," Dean teased.

"So why are you so happy?" I asked, nudging him along playfully.

"Nothing. I mean, Sammy's thinking about moving here with Sarah," Dean replied.

"Oh wow," I said, raising my eyebrows. "That's awesome!

"Yeah, I'm happy about it. And if he really does move here, I mean, it's weird not seeing him and living apart and everything. We're used to-," Dean started.

"Being crammed in a car for hours together and spending 24/7 together?" I guessed.

"Yeah. You know, he hasn't even met Lucas yet," Dean replied.

"Woah, I didn't even think of that. I'm glad he's coming down then. It'll be good for him to meet Sam then. I think he'll like Sam," I smiled, giddily.

"Hah, Lucas sure has come a long way with trusting other men in your life, huh?" Dean chuckled.

I nodded, "Ever since you."

"Well, I don't blame the guy. You know, I'm just pretty cool like that," Dean joked.

I giggled, "Dean!" I rolled my eyes playfully, as we kept walking.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something quickly?" Dean asked.

"Sure," I replied. Dean pulled me into a closed on call room and then closed the door, locking. I started getting an idea of what he wanted to 'talk' about but I played along with his game. "So what'd you want to talk to me about?"

"Nothing in particular," Dean replied, pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

"OH, this kind of conversation," I giggled, in between a kiss.

"Mhm. You have twenty three minutes until you're break is over and I thought I'd come and surprise you," Dean said.

"Just twenty three?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, should be enough time," Dean smirked. I giggled and just kissed him. His hands were all over me and I was tugging at his shirt. He led me to the bed and kissed down my neck. I let out a soft moan and felt a smile form on Dean's lips, against my skin. I couldn't get enough of him. It's like if someone were to tell me to stop, I physically couldn't. My hands traveled south and I moved towards his zipper.

"Mm, Jen, we should stop," Dean mumbled reluctantly, in between kisses.

"What?" I groaned, pulling away. Dean stared down at me from above me.

"You know what Dr. Thomas said," he reasoned.

"But I'm back on cardio surgeries," I whined, shrugging.

"I know but she didn't say anything about sex…" Dean trailed off.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"Jennie, I want it too. Believe me. We should just wait until Dr. Thomas gives us a heads up before I… burry myself within you," he said, seductively. It sent chills down my spine and I giggled.

"Okay, okay," I said, pushing him off of me.

"I love you," Dean said.

"I love you too," I said back.

"I guess I just felt trapped and there was no way out but to just ignore life. I felt so lost and... I don't know everything that I thought I knew felt taken away by what happened. And the fact that Anderson was so young... he has such a life laid out for him and I just started to question what the hell this life was worth? And then, when I was underwater, I was at peace. But now that I've seen that there is so much more to life. I'm lucky enough to have a job that allows me to at least attempt to save people. I realized us surgeons all have God complexes and think we can save everyone but that's now what this is about. Sometimes, things are just out of our hands, like what happened with Anderson. Life is a gift and I want to take advantage of the chance that I was given. And yeah, it sucks sometimes but it has many great things to offter. I have a son, a fiancé and friends and family that love me. All I needed was to let someone take care of me but I was too… proud," I concluded.

Dr. Thomas looked at me with a smile, "Well done, Jennie. How do you feel, figuring all of this out?"

"Good, really good. It feels like a weight's been lifted off of my shoulders and... it's freeing," I answered, honestly.

Dr. Thomas smiled, "Good, good. Well, I think that we can conclude or sessions now. You've done some very great work and you're right. You have a lot going for you and people that love you very much."

"Really, I mean, we're done? Not that I'm happy to leave you it's just... wow, months ago if you'd have told me it'd get better, I guess I never would've believed it," I asked, hopefully.

"Exactly and that's exactly what you fixed. I'm very proud," she said.

I smiled, "Thank you so much, Dr. Thomas."

"Thank you," she replied.

After therapy, I went to pick Lucas up at Holden's, happy and satisfied with the fact that I had finally beat the case of the dark and twisties that I had.

"Mijo, se divirtieron con abuelo?" I asked at the door, picking up Lucas.

"Si, mama. Abuelo y yo miremos muchos episodios de Power Rangers," Lucas replied.

I chuckled, "Listo a salir?"

"Si," Lucas said. "Thank you, Abuelo."

"Your welcome, Lucas," Holden said. Lucas grabbed my hand as we stood in the doorway to Holden's house.

"Thank you so much for watching him, Holden," I said.

"It's not a problem. I'm just glad that you're feeling better. I heard that your surgery went well today," Holden said.

"Did you hear that from the hospital?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "I ask around before I finish teaching all my classes."

"Alright, well we'll see you later. Thank you so much, again," I said.

"Bye, Jennie," Holden replied.

"Bye," I said, before Lucas and I walked out of the door.

"Mama, are you feeling better now?" Lucas asked.

"Yes, I am, mijo. I'm feeling a lot better," I replied. It was nice to declare it. I was done.