I walked towards the pediatric wing of the hospital since I had been paged there. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and I pulled it out. It was a text from Dean. I smiled and texted him back.

Dean: Hey, I missed you this morning. Lucas just got up and we're going to the park.

Jennie: Great! Try not to have too much fun without me. And no texting while driving.

Dean: Will do, Mom. How's Holden?

Jennie: Holden is doing great. All he'll need to do is stay here for recovery and we're discharging him right after that.

Dean: Congrats and tell him that Lucas and I say hi.

Jennie: I'm on call for pediatrics today. I'm a little nervous. I don't usually work here.

Dean: You'll be great.

Jennie: Thanks. I'll see you at home.

Dean: What're you wearing? ;)

Jennie: Scrubs. Goodbye, Dean.

I chuckled to myself at the last line just as I entered the Pediatrics wing.

"Something funny?" I heard a voice asked. I looked up and immediately shoved my cell phone into my pocket. Adam was there, looking at me.

"Uh, nothing. You paged me?" I asked.

"I heard about your father. I'm glad he's going to be alright," Adam replied.

"Oh he's not my- I mean figuratively I guess he's my father…" I trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. "He practically raised me."

"Gotcha," Adam replied.

"So... we're going to be working together?" I asked, skeptically and very unsure.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Adam asked back.

"Oh, uh, no," I stammered.

"Good. So you and Dean are...?" he trailed off, leaving the question open.

"Seeing each other," I answered, looking up and making it clear to him that Dean and I were serious about each other.

"That's good. I just want to clear this out of the air because we will be working together on this case but uh, when I hit on you, that was... I didn't know who you were. If I had, I wouldn't have. You don't need to worry and tell Dean not to worry, I won't try anything," Adam said.

I sighed with relief, "Oh good. I was actually wondering how I was going to tell Dean without him getting all wrapped up in it. You know how he gets..."

"Right, okay. Well, this patient was born with a torn valve. We fixed that but things just kept going wrong with his heart. We never thought he'd live this long but he we need a new heart… like yesterday. If he doesn't get a new heart within the next year he'll die. The Coopers have been seeing me since he was five so I'd really like for him to live. He's one of my favorite patients, Montgomery," Adam said, as we walked briskly into a patient's room.

"Adam!" I heard a voice exclaim in excitement.

Right then, I spotted a little boy with deep chocolate skin sit up in his bed excitedly. His brown eyes immediately lit up the moment he saw Adam.

"Hey, buddy. Look I brought you a new friend," Adam introduced, glancing over at me.

"Hi, I'm Anderson," the little boy introduced.

"I'm Dr. Montgomery," I replied. He smiled.

"It's very nice to meet you, Dr. Montgomery," Anderson replied, properly. I smiled.

"How old are you, Anderson?" I asked, curiously.

"Eight," he replied, with one nod of his head.

"More like eight going on eighteen," I joked. Adam chuckled.

"Yeah, Anderson here is very mature for his age," Adam replied. I chuckled too.

"So Anderson, how do you feel today?" I asked.

"I'm a little tired but I think I'm feeling alright," Anderson replied. I checked his vitals, bp level, potassium levels, and everything else I needed to check.

"Well if it's only that you're a little tired than that's great! I'm going to look at your medical history and I'll be back with you later," I replied, giving Anderson a friendly smile.

"Goodbye, Dr. Montgomery," Anderson said, smiling back.

"Goodbye," I replied.

I made my full day before checking back on Anderson. He seemed like a sweet kid and it was a shame that he could die. He did not deserve that! I was glad that Adam had put me on the case as his cardiologist, I was just anxious to find out what Dean was going to think when he found out that Adam and I were working together. We didn't usually so this was going to be a shock to him. I peeked my head in through the door.

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

"Hi, Dr. Montgomery. The nurse just took my blood so I don't think you need to do anything else. Isn't it time for you to come home?" Anderson asked.

I chuckled, "Hey, aren't I supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around?"

"Well I get bored sometimes. There's not much to do in this hospital… well except my stupid math homework," he said, looking down at the book and notebook he had in his lap.

"You don't like math?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess not. It's kind of hard to me but you're a doctor so math must be really easy for you."

"It's not really easy. I had to work really hard in high school to do well in math, you know? But I just reminded myself of my goals and that if I wanted to be a doctor, I'd have to be good at math," I replied, simply, in hopes of motivating him too. "I know this is really early, but do you have any idea what you want to be?"

"I want to be a doctor too. That's why I really want to do well in math," Anderson replied. I sat on the edge of his bed, glancing over at his math homework.

"Let's see. Ah, you're doing fractions. I could help you if you wanted," I offered up.

"Sure!" Anderson exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

I smiled, "Okay. Let's take a look at this…"

When I got home, I was ecstatic. I had spent a couple of hours just talking to and helping Anderson with his math homework and I now understood why he was one of Adam's favorite patients. I was glad that Adam had put me on this case because after really meeting Anderson, I was not going to let this kid die. It meant more now.

"Hi, you," Dean said, as soon as I got through the door. "How was your day?"

"Great! I'm working with this new patient and he's adorable. I've been helping him with his math and he wants to be a doctor, and… it was just a good day," I smiled. Dean smiled back at me.

"Well I'm glad that it was good," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.

"Thank you, baby. How was yours?" I asked back.

"It was good. Just another day at the site," Dean replied. "So, Lucas is at a friend's house for a sleep over and so I ordered a pizza, stopped by a blockbuster and thought we could have a nice night in to ourselves."

I smiled, "Wow... why are you so perfect? This is pretty much a perfect ending to a great day."

"Jen, stop. I am far from perfect," Dean replied.

I rolled my eyes, "Stop being modest."

Dean shrugged, "It's one of the few nights that you're home early and we have the house to ourselves and thought we could take advantage of that." A little smirk played on Dean's lips and I laughed.

"Thank you for this," I said.

"It's no problem. So I got a couple of movies, not quite sure which one you'd want to watch. I know you get all into those historical documentaries but you have to stop being such a nerd for one night and watch a real movie," he teased.

"Historical documentaries are real movies too!" I protested.

Dean laughed and shook his head and then led me to the living room. We began to eat and then just talked about our day together. Dean told me about his day at the construction site and I told him more about today.

"The other thing is, well Anderson is a kid. He's… eight which means he'd be in pediatrics... so I'm uh, I'm working with Adam on this," I started, hesitantly.

"Wait... Adam as in my ex-best friend Adam?" Dean asked, shocked.

"Yeah, I hope that's ok," I replied.

Dean paused and took a moment, attempting to formulate an answer, "Look, obviously working with this kid makes you happy so I can't exactly deny you that. Just don't… sleep with Adam."

I giggled, "I most definitely will not."

"Good," he replied, kissing me. "So do you want to start the movie?"

"Sure," I replied.

Dean put the movie into the DVD player and pressed play and it started. We skipped commercials and jumped right to the start. Dean and I sat on the couch next to each other, as the movie began. I looked over at him. God, he was amazing. I loved having quiet nights in with Dean. They were very low key and reminiscent of our times spent in the hospital together. We just enjoyed each others' company and talked which was nice. And he wasn't bad to look at either... which is a complete understatement. I returned my attention back to the movie and then felt Dean's eyes on me. I looked over at him and he looked away. I chuckled a little and then looked back at the TV screen. Dean looked at me and I looked back at him. Oh who were we kidding there was no way we were going to watch this movie.

I leaned a little closer to Dean and he met me halfway, pressing his lips against mine and kissing him. I pulled away and smiled at Dean. I hadn't been this happy in a while. Dean pulled me back and kissed me again, pulling me into his lap. I gladly obliged and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dean's hands began to travel my body, caressing every part of it. I pulled away for a moment, interrupted our make out session. I pressed my forehead against his and our noses were just touching.

"Stay the night," I replied.

"Yeah. I have work tomorrow though," he replied.

I nodded, "Me too. Do you want to go home and get some stuff or something?"

"No, I've got some clothes over here. And a toothbrush. And I know I can always shower over here," he smirked.

I giggled and kissed him again. They were quick, single kisses before they turned into longer, passionate kisses. He kissed me hungrily and anxiously, as if we'd run out of time or something. And just then, his words dawned on me. I pulled away.

"You're right, you do have stuff here," I said.

"Jen, baby, I know. Just kiss me," He said back, pulling me back into a kiss.

"Wait, Dean. You have stuff here," I pointed out.

"So?" he asked kissing my neck because he knew if he kissed my lips once more I'd just pull away. He knew I had a point to this but he wasn't quite sure what.

"You're secretly moving in! That's it, isn't it?" I accused, playfully, crossing my arms across my chest. Dean's hands remained on my hips.

"What?" Dean asked as if I were crazy, pulling away.

"Are you secretly moving in, Dean Winchester?" I asked.

"No! No! That's... hah, ridiculous. I-," Dean started, trying to come up with something to say. I had a point. He was here almost every night and he kept a lot of stuff at the house.

"Move in with me," I requested, interrupting him.

"You mean it?" he asked, smiling goofily.

"Yeah!" I grinned. If he said 'no' he said no. It'd be fine.

"And you don't think Lucas would mind?" Dean asked. Aw, it was sweet that Dean was even considering Lucas' feelings in the matter.

"Like you said, you're over here almost every night. I don't think it'd be much of a change for him and he loves you. I don't think you have much to worry about in that department," I shrugged, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Okay, yeah," Dean finally answered.

I giggled, "Cool. Okay now you can kiss me."

"Finally!" he groaned, pressing his lips to mine.