A/N: Freshman year of college has been vanquished and the GPA reads 3.93. Meanwhile, I know you guys deserve for me to give you the conclusion to this little story that has helped to keep me sane through all of the essays, projects, and exams. I was sad to see this show cancelled and although I am sorry to see this story end, I am eternally thankful for everyone who helped make this first venture out into the world for posting my writing so much less frightening than I had imagined. Thank you for the encouragement, the critiques, and the ideas. Most of all thank you for sticking with me. Here's the last chapter, and yes I know its short and it may not be what everyone was hoping for, but I wrote several different versions of it and this one was the one that felt natural for these characters. Thank again, Hopefully I will write more soon.

Dean pulled the door slowly hoping that he could avoid making any noise that would wake her.

"Shit!" he murmured as the door clicked loudly shut.

"It's okay," Colette's voice came from the bed. Dean looked up to see her tiny frame silhouetted under the white sheets, the contrast of her dark hair against the white pillow stark. She looked at him and smiled, "I was already up"

"Hi," Dean smiled, sitting next to her. Even when she was in a hospital bed, it seemed Colette was doing more to make Dean feel at ease than the other way around. "How are you—"

"Let's not talk about it," Colette smiled again but this time it was sad, almost pleading. She wasn't ready to discuss what had happened. In fact, she would have liked to forget about it altogether.

"Okay," Dean understood; he preferred to deal with things in small doses too. Perhaps he and Colette were more alike than he could have ever imagined. He was sure that if he even endured something like this he would hope the people around him wouldn't dwell on it. That they would just treat him exactly the same was what he would want. He would make sure Colette would be able to deal with this when and how she was ready, and until then he would be anything she needed.

"Are the passengers terribly angry with me?" Colette was quick to change the subject before anyone had time to feel uncomfortable.

"Nothing a free flight can't fix!" Dean grinned and they both let out a little laugh.

"You know this makes two emergency landings in one year, don't go making a habit out of this!" Colette reached out an arm and teasingly poked Dean in the chest. Dean put a hand over the spot and pretended to be wounded.

Colette smiled genuinely. Dean realized that he liked making her smile. Maybe more than anything else, he liked being the reason that radiant smile grace her face. He wanted to tell her he loved her. But not now; now was not the right time. He would wait. For Colette he could be the most patient man in the world. So long as he could see that smile…