Mr. Winchester seems already to be doing really well. After the two weeks he can start PT and we can keep him here for about… a month total," I asked, puzzled.

"The twenty foot fall was stopped so technically it was only about ten," he replied.

"Oh, how was I not told earlier?" I asked, curiously.

"I'm not sure, Dr. Montgomery. Pay attention next time," Dr. Stevens replied.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Good morning, Dean," I said, coming into the hospital room.

"You're on my case again?" Dean asked.

I chuckled, "Yeah, you're stuck with me again today. You must be one unlucky guy."

I looked at the monitor and scribbled down the information. Vitals were stable and everything looked good. Dr. Stevens had said he'd be up in about a week more or so which was amazing. How was it remotely possible that this guy would be able to start PT in two weeks? Normally, he would've been discharged by those two weeks just from the shoulder gunshot wound but with the fall… it should take a lot longer. Of course it'd take long to heal, but his body was functioning properly and everything.

"I wouldn't call that unlucky," Dean replied.

"Oh please don't start that again," I said.

"What?" Dean asked.

I looked up from the clipboard.

"Look, Dean, the thing is, in the real world if you'd asked me out I probably would say yes but this is my job and I… it's not something I was to screw up," I explained.

"I know, it makes sense," Dean replied.

"Then why-," I started.

"I don't know, I figured if I kept trying eventually you'd say yes," he shrugged.

"How's your shoulder doing?" I asked, glancing over at the sling.

"Alright, I guess," Dean replied.

"Alright, I guess," I said aloud, pretending to write it down on the chart.

Dean gave a whole, manly, hearty laugh. It was a nice laugh. It was a comforting laugh. It was a laugh I could get used to.

"When did you brother leave?" I asked.

"This morning actually. He stopped by earlier today," Dean replied.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you two do for a living?" I asked, anxiously.

"It's a long story," Dean replied.

"Everything is a long story with you," I said back.

"Well if you'd let me take you out on that date, maybe I'd be able to tell you it," Dean replied.

I went over to a chair and placed a bunch of binders next to me, curled up in the chair and started going through the binders one by one and writing in what I needed.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Charting," I replied.

"Oh," Dean said. "Yeah, I have no idea what that is."

"It's not much really. Just keeping up with patient stuff," I replied.

"Ah," Dean said.

"I'm sorry, you're probably bored, aren't you?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It's whatever."

"Well we could talk, if you wanted to. I'm kind of yours for the day so… yeah," I said.

"Oh no, babe, I don't do chick flick moments," Dean said.

I rolled my eyes, "It wouldn't be a chick flick moment. We'd just talk."

"Like I said, a chick flick moment," Dean replied.

"Okay, whatever you say," I replied, returning to my charts.

There was a long silence. What did Dean even do when I wasn't here? Harass other women? Okay, that was bad of me to say.

"If you want to turn on the TV you can," I started.

"So what made you want to be a doctor?" Dean asked.

I looked up from my charts, "I thought you said you didn't do chick flick moments." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I thought you said it wasn't a chick flick moment," Dean said.

I glared at him but then sighed, "It was pretty early, actually. I think I was in… maybe the seventh grade but I was taking some health class and I thought it was really, really boring. We were talking about, jeez, I don't even know, but then we got to the organs. I was amazed at how one little thing could do so much… and then we got to the heart.

I was fascinated with the way that it's like… this little machine that just works and in one second it could stop and everything ends, you know? But I was just, so entranced by the fact that this one organ controls everything. It determines whether you live or die and that kind of scared me," I explained.

"So you decided to study it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you could put it that way," I replied.

"Wow," Dean said.

"What?" I asked, awkwardly.

"I just, nothing, it's, I've never met someone like
that," Dean replied.

"You've never met doctors before?" I asked.

"No, just, someone like you," he replied.

I giggled, "Okay now you're making this into a chick flick moment."

"Is it working?" Dean asked.

"Maybe," I replied. I got up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I have other patients to check on lover boy," I replied.

Dean just looked at me with a silly grin on his face and this look of wonder in his eyes. I had never had someone look at me like that and it was the greatest feeling in the world. He was going to make me give into this wasn't? It was just this look of… I had no idea but the way it made me feel, there were no words to describe that.