I peeked into the hospital room to see if Dean was asleep and he wasn't. He was watching the television and not at all paying attention to what was going on out here.

"Hey," I said, coming into the room.

"Jennie, what're you doing here? I thought you said you were off for the night," Dean said.

I ignored his question and instead said, "Whenever I was sick, my mom would come into my room with scrabble and we'd play for hours. It was the only way she'd be able to distract me and then finally get me to fall asleep."

"Are you implying that I never sleep?" Dean joked.

"No," I chuckled. "But I thought you and I could play." I placed the scrabble board game on the table that was usually used for food. I opened up the box and took out the board game, setting it up so that we could play.

"You know, I haven't really played this game, well… ever," Dean started.

I looked up from the game, "You haven't?"

"No, I don't actually know how to play," he said, looking down in embarrassment a bit. Well that caught me off guard.

"Oh, well it's easy. I'll teach you. As long as you can spell you'll be fine," I said.

"We might have a little trouble then," Dean joked.

I giggled, "Okay, here's how it goes."

I then went on to explain how scrabble works, how the points add up and how you win. We were well into the game when I got this warm feeling that I hadn't felt in a really long time. It was the feeling of happiness. It was this feeling of liveliness that I had only felt when I was with boys that I was completely enamored with. Dean made me feel this way and as terrible as it was, I loved it. We were really getting to know each other and this game was fun. I was having a lot of fun with Dean. Besides surgery, I hadn't really had any fun in a long time, if you can even count surgery as fun.

I sat on his hospital bed, my legs crossed Indian style. I placed down a couple more letter tiles onto the scrabble board contently.

"Okay, I've got another one. S-h-a-g, shag. Fifteen more points for me and I'm still kicking your ass," I declared, playfully. I lay down the scrabble tiles onto the board in a neat, vertical line. "Your turn."

"Now you didn't tell me we were playing dirty scrabble," he smirked.

"We are not playing dirty scrabble!" I exclaimed.

"Shag?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, "The dance style, you perv."

"That's really a dance style?" Dean asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

"Well in that case, S-C-R-E-W, and with the double word scramble, that'll be 45 more points for me. I'm not too far behind, Jennie" Dean replied smugly, placing down the tiles onto the scrabble board.

"See, now you've turned it into dirty scrabble. This is your fault," I playfully accused. I stuck my tongue out at him. "And I'm still winning."

"That's what I do, babe. I can make anything dirty," he smirked.

There was a momentary awkward pause.

"So do you use this on every girl?" I asked, cocking my head to the side a bit, curiously.

"Well how else am I supposed to get you into bed with me?" Dean teased.

I chuckled, "But seriously. Considering your forwardness when we first met, I assume that you're like this with every girl you meet."

"Just the pretty ones," the replied.

"See, this is what I mean," I pointed out.

"You don't like it?" Dean asked.

I sighed, "It's not that I don't like it, I'm just curious." I shrugged and shifted in the place that I was sitting on his bed a little.

"I don't know… it's how I've always been. I never stayed in more than one place for more than two months, Dad was never around so what else could I do?" Dean shrugged, almost with a hint of remorse.

"Um, play sports? Study? Do something important?" I suggested, partially joking.

"Okay, something fun," Dean replied.

I giggled, "No it makes sense. And unfortunately it's just makes you more…appealing." I hated to admit it but it was true.

"Oh, so you like the reformed bad boy?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, maybe," I replied. "And the hospital gown is really doing it for me."

Dean laughed a bit, "Yeah I bet it's a real turn on. You know, I don't think I've ever think I've seen you in real clothes." He looked me up and down making me blush. I wasn't wearing anything too impressive. It was just jeans and t-shirt. "Your hair is down too. You never wear it down." Dean reached up to touch my hair, running the tips of it through his fingers. I blushed.

"Well that's because you've never seen me outside of this hospital. I have to keep my hair out of my face here," I replied, trying not to seem so obvious.

"I think we should change that," Dean said.

"Change what?" I asked.

"The fact that I've never seen you outside of this hospital," he replied.

I looked down and smiled to myself a little bit, "Yeah, well when you get out of here maybe we can see about that date." This man really had me in the palm of his hand.

"So is that a yes?" Dean asked, smiling.

"It's a maybe," I replied, matter-of-factly.

"It's an answer," Dean said.

"It is an answer," I said back.