"Good morning," I said, waking up and kissing Dean on the cheek.

"Morning," he smiled, happily. I was about to get out of bed when he pulled me back in, pulling me in for a real kiss. "Now that's more like it. Where the hell do you think you're going anyways?"

I chuckled, "Ah, so you know my secret huh?"

"That you don't have work? Yeah, I know all about that," Dean replied. I kissed him again.

"Okay, well I have to pee. Meet me downstairs? I can make us breakfast," I said.

"Okay," Dean replied. I then got out of bed, putting on his plaid button down over my underwear. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and peed. I came out of the bathroom to find Dean still laying on my bed. He was looking at me in admiration. It felt good to be looked at like that, especially from him.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection, "I look like a mess."

Dean got out of bed and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, "I think you look hot. Besides, it's like a little reminder about what I did to you last night. Didn't think I'd get your hair that messy."

I laughed. He was right. I had major sex hair, "Wow, someone likes himself a little too much." I glanced at the picture we had created in the mirror. I had to admit, we looked good together but most importantly, we looked happy together.

"Well, if I recall correctly, you seemed to like me a lot last night," Dean smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "I guess that must've been the wine. I think I may have had one glass too many," I teased. He shook his head and then kissed me on the cheek.

"Keep your hair down. You look sexy," Dean whispered seductively in my ear. I giggled again. God, this man had me smiling.

"Then I will keep my hair down," I said back. I could get used to this. "Okay I'm starving. Should I make breakfast now?"

"Sounds good," Dean replied.

After settling down for breakfast, the rest of my friends were all still asleep which gave me and Dean some good quality time to spend together. There was a lot of laughing and kissing involved. Dean just made me… happy and alive. It was something I hadn't felt in a very long time and I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get enough of him.

"I really like waffles," I said, putting my plate of waffles down on the table next to Dean's.

"Well, it's good that we made them then, huh?" Dean asked back. I smiled.

"Mhm. You know, my favorite thing to do is… and this is terribly unhealthy but…" I started. I got out my knife and opened the peanut butter jar, spreading peanut butter over my waffles. After that, I added chocolate syrup.

"And you just happen to have this stuff on your kitchen table?" Dean asked, skeptically.

"We're surgeons. We don't have time to eat normal food. Plus, I live with two guys," I shrugged, casually, then taking a bit of my sweet concoction. "Mmm."

"Are you going to let me have some?" Dean asked.

"Well after last night… I guess so," I replied, coyly. He chuckled and I gave him a forkful of peanut buttery/chocolatey waffles.

"Mm, that is good!" Dean exclaimed.

"See? I told you so," I replied, triumphantly.

"Oh, aren't you so smart?" he asked.

I giggled, "Dean, you have some chocolate syrup… here, I got it." I then kissed him, getting the chocolate syrup off of his lip. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"God, you're going to be the death of me aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I guess so."

"So I was thinking maybe we could have somewhat of a tourist day. Ever since I moved in, I haven't actually explored the city because I've been too busy with work. And seeing as you're never in more than place for more than like a week I was thinking you'd maybe be up for it? I could show you all my favorite places I used to go... What d'you think?" I asked.

"Sure," Dean replied, content.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, hoping he wasn't just saying yes because I had suggested it.

"No I'm all for it," Dean said back. I smiled and then leaned in to kiss him. Just then, my pager went off.

"Damn it," I swore. I reached for my pager that was on the kitchen table and then looked at it, sighing.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"There's a big trauma at the hospital. Two trains collided and some of the train cars fell of the track. They need me today," I groaned. Dean smirked. "What?"

"Nothing it's just about three months ago all you wanted to do was cut and now you'd prefer a day with me over a day of surgery," Dean said.

"I never said that," I said back, playfully.

"I know you didn't but there was a definite implication," Dean said.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Yeah fine but you can't hold it against a girl if she wants to spend a day with the guy she just slept with, especially when the sex was so great."

He smirked, "Yeah, I know. Go save peoples' lives."

"Okay, rain check on our tourists' day?" I asked.

"You got it, babe," Dean smiled.

"You're the best," I replied, getting up from my chair, kissing him, and then heading up to my bedroom to change for work. I could hear the sound of my friends waking up and getting ready for work today too. This was supposed to be our day off but no one said no to trauma.

"Most of the attendings are booked with the trauma. Can you take the appendectomy this afternoon?" Dr. Moran asked.

"Yes ma'am. Wait a second, who's the attending on the surgery?" I asked, curiously.

"Well we thought you'd be able to handle flying solo," she replied.

My jaw practically dropped, "You mean solo surgery?" I asked, alarmed.

She nodded contently, "That's exactly what I mean, Montgomery. Congratulations on your first solo surgery. I've already written you in on the board."

"Thank you," I replied, speechless. As soon as Dr. Moran had left, I immediately ran to the surgery board. There it was. My name was written for an appendectomy this after at two and I was the resident on it. Sure, it was an appendectomy but I had the first solo surgery! I let out a little bit of a squeal and resisted a happy dance.

"I always knew you'd get the first solo surgery," I heard a voice said.

I turned around, startled, and my eyes widened at the sight of a tall, strong, burly man standing behind me.

"Holden!" I exclaimed, hugging him.

"Hello, my dear," he said, hugging me back.

"It's so good to see you! So I'm guessing this is your yearly visit to Seattle?" I asked.

"Yes, and I'm so sorry about your mother, Jennie," he said.

I nodded, "Thank you. But how are you? How was your travel through Europe?" I asked.

"Oh it as fantastic but I shouldn't distract you. You've got to be on top of your game for that appendectomy," he replied.

I chuckled, "Holden, it's just an appendectomy! Besides, I want to hear all about your trip!"

"Alright, kiddo. Listen, why don't we do dinner tonight and you can tell me all about your solo surgery and I'll tell you all about Europe," Holden propositioned.

I smiled, "That would be great. Same place as usual?" I asked.

"Of course. I never get tired of that old light house restaurant that you seem to like so much," Holden replied.

"Okay sounds great! And Holden, uh, do you mind if I bring someone?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Someone as in… someone?" Holden asked, happily.

I chuckled, "Yes."

"Hey, what're you up to?" Katie asked curiously as I finished up a chart and brought it over to the nurses' station. She handed the nurse one of her charts as well as she began to question me.

"Not much, I have dinner with a man that's practically raised me tonight. Holden. He stopped by the hospital today so I'm pretty excited," I replied. "How about you?"

"Fine... So... how was your night last night?" Katie asked.

"Ah, so this is what this is about," I replied, busting her.

"Well, I can't help it. I'm a sucker for romantic dates," she sighed.

I giggled, "If you wanted to talk romantic dates you could've just said so! Um, last night was great. We went to dinner and just talked and uh... came back to the house and uh... yeah..."

"I bet so," Katie smirked.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh please, we could all hear you. At first we thought it was Alex and whoever Friday night was but nope, after all of the noise we figured it was not Alex," Katie replied.

I blushed, "Wow, that's... embarrassing."

"So he's good?" Katie asked.

"Katie!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

"What? It sure sounded like it," she replied.

I laughed, "Yes, very, very, very good."

"Wow, you lucked out on this one. Maybe I should try dating a patient," Katie joked.

I laughed and then shook my head, "Hey, I better get home but I'll be back after lunch."

"Okay, see you!" Katie said back, chipper. Katie was almost always in a good mood which wasn't exactly a bad thing.

I went home during my lunch break to go talk to Dean. Dean was out and Sam was sitting on his laptop in the kitchen. The thing was, I hadn't really known Sam that well. Perhaps now was a good chance to talk to him.

"You must think I'm a terrible person after avoiding Dean when he first told me about… your profession," I started. Seriously? Did I really have to start with that?

Sam looked up from his lap top, "Oh no! That was a pretty normal reaction. Actually on we've gotten much worse... And besides, you don't seem to care now. Dean told me that he told you everything a couple of nights ago."

"Oh yeah. So you two are close?" I asked.

Sam smiled, "Yeah we are."

"I wish I had had a sibling. My mom was always too busy teaching for another kid so I never got that brother or sister," I chuckled.

"Eh it's not all what it seems to be. For a while Dean and I could barely stand each other," Sam said.

"Do tell," I encouraged, curiously.

"Ah, is this the part where I reveal all of the embarrassing and humiliating childhood stories about my brother?" Sam asked, chuckling a little.

"Yep," I replied, nodding quickly.

Sam laughed, "Alright but you're not allowed to tell him I told you all of this."

"Diverging into his deep, dark past?" I questioned.

"You've got me there," Sam said.

"My lips are sealed," I replied. The two of us exchanged friendly smiles and then began to get to know each other. Sam was a nice, sweet guy. I could definitely get used to him too.

Dean came back around 12:45 while I was on my way out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Dean asked, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me in close to him.

"I came home for my lunch break but you weren't here. Sam and I talked though. I think he likes me. I hope he likes me because if he didn't that'd be bad for you and me," I started. Dean laughed. "But I've got to get back to the hospital. I got my first solo surgery today. It's an appendectomy but hey, it's solo surgery!"

"I'm sure he likes you and congratulations! You go cut people open! So are you up for anything tonight?" Dean asked. I laughed at his attempt at enthusiasm for my profession. I guess we were both kind of in the same boat then.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. Holden Matthews is kind of like my surrogate father. After Dad died when I was seven, he and my mom started dating. They actually dated through most of my middle school years but when they broke up he and I still kept in touch. He kind of became my surrogate father but he's here today. He comes to Seattle every year to come see me. We're having dinner tonight and I'd really like him to meet you," I explained, anxiously, although I was pretty excited about it.

"Oh, uh, Jennie, I'm not really good with the whole parent thing. Parents… don't really like me," Dean started.

"I think you'd really like him," I said.

"I'm not quite sure it's a good idea," Dean said back, distantly.

I swallowed, "Oh okay. Um, I'll just tell him you're busy then." I had to admit I was disappointed and I honestly didn't know what to say. It's not like I could force him to come with or anything.

"Sorry, Jen-," Dean started.

"No it's okay. I uh, I've got to get back. Surgery is at two. I'll see you later tonight," I said.

Dean leaned in to kiss me and I turned, giving him my cheek. I took a deep breath and made my way to work. If he felt the same way about me, wouldn't he want to meet Holden? Maybe he didn't feel the same way. I knew that if Dean's parents were still alive then I'd want to meet them. And that's when it hit me. We hadn't even defined our relationship. We wanted to give it a try but what exactly was 'it'? Maybe it wasn't even a relationship? I thought our feelings were real for each other but maybe they weren't as strong as I thought.

Surgery went amazingly. It felt like I was flying. It was a good distraction from Dean and his current state of distance. Maybe you really could just have one or the other: your job or the guy. I sighed. I guess talking to Holden tonight would be great. I tended to patients for a good couple of hours before going to the residents' lounge, changing into a nice dress and then making my way to the lighthouse restaurant that Holden and I always went to when he visited.

Author's Note: Hey! Check out my profile page. I've added a picture of what Jennie's date dress looked like and a soundtrack! Thanks for reading and please keep reviewing!