A.N: Alright, for those of you who haven't figured what the cross over is with, it's Supernatural. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the actor who played Denny on Grey's also played the father, John Winchester. I do realize I'll have to play around with the ages a bit, but just use your imagination.

Izzie wheeled Dean's wheelchair down the hospital hallway, the rubber tires whooshing softly against the marble floors. Dean craned his neck to check out the backside of a nurse headed the opposite way.

"Alright, Casanova, take it easy, don't wanna give yourself whiplash"

"Right, I'm sorry, I'll stop" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was craning his neck yet again. Izzie could feel the laughter beginning to build up inside her, but it wouldn't come out. It was though all the sadness and grief was forming some sort of shroud over all the things she used to take for granted, like happiness, laughter, the ability to breathe in and out without a sharp pain to the lungs. Dean suddenly applied the brakes on his chair and turned to face Izzie and Izzie, lost in her thoughts, had to overcompensate to keep her balance.

"Hey—"

"Listen," he said, "I'll go along with all these tests, I'll do whatever you want, but you have to do something for me" Izzie crossed her arms over her chest

"I don't really think you're in a position to make demands here"

"Just let me see my brother and my father. I need to make sure they're okay."

"I told you they're fine" Izzie asserted

"No, I need to see it for myself" There was a blazing strength in Dean's eyes, something that Izzie didn't dare fight, Dean was a powerful man.

"Alright, your brother's in post-op, it'll be a few hours before you can see him, but we can go see your dad right after your follow up tests" Dean studied Izzie's face to make sure she was telling the truth.

"Alright" he turned back around the right way.

"Let's go chauffeur"

Dean kept up a steady stream of jokes and quirky observations the whole way to his tests, all the while hiding a gnawing worry in the pit of his stomach. He needed to see his brother and father, not only to make sure that they were unharmed from the car accident, but also to make sure that they were still themselves. Make sure that none of them had been possessed by Meg's evil spirit demon. He tried to distract himself from the possibility of that happening and what it would mean with the blonde doctor. She was gorgeous, no two ways around it, but there was something in her eyes. Something that warned that she had seen more then her fair share of grief in her life, something that Dean knew quite a bit about, and he found himself wanting to know her story. He tried, after the tests as they neared his father's room.

"So, what's up with you?" he asked, trying to hide his curiosity.

"What's up with me?" She repeated

"Yeah, like, what's your story?"

"Boring really, always wanted to be a doctor, grew up, went to college, became a doctor" Dean studied her, searching her face for something he could tell she was trying very hard to hide.

"And that's it?" Izzie nodded before answering.

"Yup, that's it" Dean studied her for a minute more

"Either you're a really bad actress or I'm turning into a human lie detector" Izzie sighed.

"I don't discuss my personal life with patients" she said, an icy undertone biting at her words, she didn't mean for it to come out like that, but this day was turning into a very bad idea. Dean kept picking at her still bleeding wounds and she found herself yearning for the well known comfort of her bed and several pounds of chocolate. Dean caught on to the undercurrent in her voice and wisely decided not to press his luck anymore.

"So, are we there yet? I can feel my butt starting to go numb" Izzie forced out a choked laugh.

"Not used to sitting around, are you?"

"Not really. I always seem to be moving" Izzie rounded a corner, spotting George standing outside a hospital room. His head was looking back and forth along the hallway, almost as though he were standing guard. When his head swiveled in Izzie's direction, he started towards and Dean with a slight stumble.

"Izzie" he stammered, "What—What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing Mr. Winchester to see his father" George moved quickly with his trademark awkwardness to take the wheelchair's handlebars.

"I'll do that. You should go home, get some rest, don't over exert yourself on your first day back" Izzie forced a smile, what was George doing, bringing that up in front of a patient?

"I'm fine, George. Dean is my patient, I can take care of him" George gently pushed Izzie out of the way.

"Izzie, really, I don't mind, go home, sleep" Izzie could sense she wasn't going to win this fight, and decided to give up. She didn't have the stamina to fight anyone anymore.

"Alright, I'll see you at home later on" She turned down the hall and let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. All the emotions she had been keeping bottled up all day long rushed to the surface and she suddenly felt as though she were drowning on them. Finding the front door was no longer the prevalent thing in her mind, she just needed to find somewhere to be alone. She stumbled through a door, only stopping to register the glowing red exit sign above her. She fell to her knees, all her strength left her then and she collapsed to the floor. She could feel the cool hard marble pressing against her cheek, and she closed her eyes tightly, willing the coolness to find a way past her skin, find a way to her shattered heart and somehow numb the pain. She had been numb after Denny had died, everything passing by as if she were watching it on a movie screen. It had scared her friends and gradually their fear leaked into her and she began to come out of it. Now, she craved it, thirsted for it with every fiber of her being. She needed it to heal the wounds she had torn open by coming back to the hospital, coming back to the birthplace, home and burial ground of hers and Denny's relationship. She could pretend she was okay, that coming back to the hospital was a good idea, but it wasn't, it was the worst thing she could've done, short of visiting Denny's old room. Her heart began beating out of control, almost as if it were attempting to burst through her chest. She curled up into a ball, arms hugging her knees, creating a cage of flesh and bone to keep it in place. She lay there like that for a while, not knowing how much time was passing, not caring, and then she heard the footsteps.

"Doctor Stevens?" Came the voice, gruffly masculine, Dean. Izzie nodded to acknowledge his presence, but otherwise didn't move. Izzie heard a few shuffling footsteps and suddenly Dean was next to her and sitting down gingerly on the floor. He was quiet for a moment, seemingly debating what to say.

"Who was it?" He asked finally, voice no higher then a whisper. Izzie wiped tears from her cheek that she hadn't even know were there.

"My fiancé" She said, voice scratchy from crying. Dean nodded a little.

"Yeah" He patted her arm hesitantly and Izzie burst into fresh tears.

For those of you concerned about the whole Dean and Izzie relationship, don't be. They're just friends and I'm trying to illustrate that. I'll be introducing Izzie to some of the other Supernatural characters, possibly even a certain someone who looks like a certain someone else.