My eyes snapped open to the loud sounds of a Guns 'N Roses song blaring through my alarm clock radio.

"Dang, Dave Matthews Band was easier to wake up to!" I mumbled to myself.

I stumbled out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Of course, there were the other three people living in my house that I had to deal with but it didn't matter. In no time, we were on our way to work. We were in the locker room and I was putting my bag into the locker. I slammed the door shut as Kate chatted away.

"Alright people, no more chit chat. Let's make rounds first," Dr. Moran said, coming into the interns' locker.
We all rushed to her side and made our way to the different patients' rooms. We all filed into our last room.

"Montgomery!" Dr. Moran barked, calling me out to introduce this case.

"Dean Winchester, age twenty nine. Took a twenty foot fall at a GSW to the shoulder. Surgery was yesterday. He's in the recovery period and will undergo PT after recovery," I said, not even glancing at his chart. Dean was awake. He made eye contact with me and smiled. I gave him a small friendly smile but I looked away as soon as I began blushing.

"Good. Capshaw and Johnson you'll be with me today. Paulson, you'll be with Dr. Coats today," she ordered. The rest of my friends nodded their heads and dispersed.

"Where do I go?" I asked, nervously.

"Dr. Stevens has requested your service on this case today. Do the usual," Dr. Moran ordered.

"I will," I replied. So I was going to be with Dean all day? I wasn't quite sure how that made me feel…
relieved, but nervous.

As soon as Dr. Moran left the room, Dean spoke up.

"You know, we've really got to stop meeting like this," I joked.

"That's really weird, you know?" he asked.

"What is?" I asked back.

"The way that you just talk about us like we're not here," Dean replied.

I shrugged, "its standard procedure. And speaking of, I need to check some stuff. Just you know, vital, blood pressure, heart rate, all that." I picked up his clipboard and ruffled through it. I then got my stethoscope from behind my neck. "This is going to be cold. Take a deep breath for me."

"Standard procedure?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, professionalism," I answered.

Dean laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he said.

"Anyways, how're you feeling this morning?" I asked, sitting in the chair that was pulled next to his bedside.

"Well, I hurt all over but other than that I'm peachy," Dean replied.

I smiled a bit, "Yeah we should be giving you some more medicine for the pain in about an hour or so."

"You know, I never caught your first name," Dean started.

"Dean, I'm your doctor," I said back.

"See, you know my first name but I don't know yours.

Now how is that fair?" he replied.

I sighed, "Jennie. It's Jennie."

"I like it," he replied.

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.

"Well now you know my whole name and I don't know yours," I challenged.

"See, I know you were into me," he smirked.

"Nice try, buddy," I chuckled, blushing a little.

"You did say you'd think about it," Dean reminded.

"Think about what?" I asked.

"Our date," Dean replied.

"I never said that! You said that I'd think about it," I pointed out.

"Same difference," Dean shrugged.

"Where's your brother? He was here all night," I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, the nurses sent him back to the motel we're staying at. He was exhausted," Dean replied.

"Dr. Montgomery, I see you've become well acquainted with our patient here," Dr. Stevens said, coming into the room.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good, it looks like you and our patient here will be spending some time together today," Dr. Stevens said.

"Oh?" I asked.

"I need you to monitor him. Trust me, you want to be in on this," Dr. Stevens said, giving me that look that said, 'if it turns surgical again, it will be interesting' so I went along with it. That and the fact that he was recommending me for a program.

"Okay, sure, I can do that. But what about my other patients?" I asked.

"Go take care of it and I'll page Capshaw or Johnson to cover for you the rest of the day," Dr. Stevens advised.

"Oh okay, will do. Thank you," I replied.

"Very well," Dr. Stevens said, before leaving the room, me following close behind.

"It's Winchester," Dean said, when I was standing in the door way.

"What?" I asked, turning around, the end of my white coat twirling a bit.

"My last name, it's Winchester. Did you not read it on the chart?" he asked.

"No, I just wanted to ask you myself," I replied.

"Huh," he sounded, before I left the room.

I went and attended to Mrs. Rogers an elderly woman with a staph infection. She was being discharged today so there wasn't much I had to attend to. I made my way back to Dean's hospital room to give him pain medication.

"Here," I said, coming back into the room.

"You came back," Dean said.

"Yeah, apparently a sixty year old woman with a staph infection is quite treatable," I replied, sarcastically.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Um, twenty five, why?" I asked back.

"Just curious," he replied.

"Hm," I sounded.

"Well I don't have the advantage of reading a chart and knowing a personal history about you, now do I?" Dean asked, challengingly.

"No," I replied.

Dean put the pill in his mouth and swallowed with a gulp of water.

"So you never told me your answer," Dean said.

"What answer?" I asked.

"After I get out of this place, how about you and I go out?" Dean asked.

"Dean, I couldn't-," I started.

"But you want to," he interrupted.

"You're up!" a voice exclaimed.

I turned around to see Dean's brother standing in the door way. Saved by the… brother? Thank God he was here because he was saving me from having to answer a very awkward question to my patient. The thing was, yes, I probably would say yes if he wasn't my patient.

"He's been up since eight," I said.

"Why didn't anyone call me?" Sam asked urgently.

"The nurses said that you were exhausted and when Dean was up, he apparently told them not to," I
replied.

"Tattle tale," Dean mumbled.

"Dean!" Sam warned.

"Look, I'm fine. Jennie, tell him I'm fine!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dr. Montgomery," I corrected.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean said.

Sam looked at the both of us with a weird look on his face.

"You know what, I just got a page. You two should talk and I'll be back," I said, excusing myself from the room.

"Hey, you paged me?" Alex asked, seeing me.

"Oh yes, um, Dr. Stevens wants me on the Winchester case today and apparently I need to be there like… every minute and what not. Could you cover Mrs. Rogers for me?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"Thank you so much, Alex. You're a life saver!" I exclaimed. I turned my back and began to walk the other way.

"Hey, Jennie?" Alex asked. I stopped and turned around the look at him.

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"Nothing, never mind," Alex said, looking down shyly.

I gave him a weird look but made my way back to Dean's hospital room.