It had been a few days since Anderson's death and Dean could tell that I wasn't myself. I had tried really hard to be normal but apparently I wasn't very successful. Lucas kept trying to cheer me up but even he didn't know what was wrong. Frankly, I wasn't quite sure I knew what was wrong with me either. I didn't have to go into work until noon today and so I decided to take a nice, warm bath. I let the hot water run until the tub was pretty full and then stripped down and mulled over things in the tub. The thing was I couldn't really think anymore. It was as if loud voices were crying out to me. I couldn't hear any of them, just voices.

"Hey, Jen, I'm going to work," Dean start. I didn't reply. I was too caught up in some kind of trance. I dunked my head under water, submerging my entire body under water. I cocked my head, seeing what my bathroom looked like from under the water. Everything was a little blurrier but kind of cool.

"Jen?" Dean called, coming into the hall. But I didn't respond. I was underwater and kind of entranced with the way the room looked from underwater. There were a billion thoughts running through my mind once again. It was as if I was in a large crowd and I could hear everyone. I could hear everything they were saying and everything they were thinking but the water brought me silence. The water pushed the voices away. I had peace.

"Jen?" Dean called again. Just then, I saw a figure standing over the tub.

"Jennie, what the hell are you doing?" Dean exclaimed, pulling me by my shoulders from the bathtub water. He looked furious, disappointed, and scared all at once.

"I was just taking a bath," I replied, defensively. I avoided his eye contact as much as I could. I hadn't even realized that I had needed to breath but now that my I had air, I couldn't figure why I hadn't felt the need to breath underwater.

The moment I looked over at Dean, I felt a sting of sadness. He looked at me as if he couldn't help me any longer. I had never seen so much pain in his face before and it killed me that he felt that.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just uh, got a little caught up in my thoughts," I replied.

"Jen, I know you haven't really been yourself lately. Do we need to talk about this?" Dean asked, concerned.

"I've got to go work. I wasn't trying to drown myself, I swear. I'm just tired, that's all. I had some pretty big surgeries last night," I replied, snappy, trying to make up an excuse for what had just happened. Honestly, I didn't know myself.

"Maybe you should stay home today. You're tired and I can take off too and we can just spend the day together," Dean suggested, putting his hand on my knee and rubbing it with his thumb comfortingly.

I smiled back at him. I loved Dean, I really did and he always knew what to say to make me feel better.

But I shook my head no, "I can't. I really need to be at work today. Maybe tomorrow?"

Dean looked at me uneasily, "Yeah, maybe tomorrow. We can both have a snow day."

"A snow day?" I asked, quizzically.

"Yeah, you know how in school all the kids got excited when they didn't have to go to school because it snowed? Well, I didn't really have many of those but hey, it'll be one of few snow days that I'll ever have," Dean said, playfully.

I giggled, biting my lip, "Alright we'll take tomorrow off and just spend time together. I like the sound of that."

"Good. We'll I've got to go to work and so do you. Do you want me to wait for you?" Dean asked.

"No it's alright. I'll take the CRV today. I should be home around ten tonight though. It may be a little later though…" I trailed off.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dean. Don't worry about me," I said.

"Alright but you should really get going," he said back.

"You just want to see me naked," I accused, playfully.

"It's true," he replied, nodding.

I giggled, "Hand me that towel?"

"If you insist," he groaned, jokingly. I laughed once again as Dean got up and grabbed the towel hanging on the back of the door. He handed it to me and I stood up, wrapping the towel around my body. I stepped out of the tub and drained the water. I hadn't felt this good in the last couple of days. God, I was in love with this man. I glanced at the engagement ring I had on my left ring finger. We were going to be married…

"I'll see you tonight," Dean said, kissing me and pulling me a little closer to him.

"You will," I replied, kissing him back.

"Ugh, why do you always look so sexy right when I'm about to leave?" Dean groaned.

I chuckled, "Okay, you need to go."

"Bye," he said.

"Bye, have a good day," I said back.

"You too," he added before turning around and going to work. And then he was gone and the voices returned. I walked to my room and got ready for work. Just then, my pager buzzed. It was a trauma at the hospital. I needed to get going. Today was going to be a long day.

"Hey what's going on?" I asked, as soon as I met up with Adam. He offered me his hand and I took it as he pulled me up into the ambulance. Inside, I was met with a couple other surgeons.

"There was a ferryboat accident. It completely blew up and a lot of people are injured," Adam informed.

"Shit, okay let's get going," I said, sitting next to him.

"What?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked back, confused.

"You've got that look on your face. Rough morning?" he asked.

"How do you even know that look? Never mind. Yeah kind of," I replied.

"You want to talk about it?" Adam offered.

I shrugged, "It's nothing. I had a good morning it's just… Dean is being… paranoid. I think he thinks I'm going to go crazy on him or something about what happened to Anderson and I just… I don't know, he doesn't understand."

"Jen, you were in a special situation. You were close to the patient and he also died in your arms. It's taken a toll on you but you'll get it back. We all have different ways of processing patients' deaths," Adam said.

"See? You understand. He's just… he doesn't get it," I sighed.

"It's alright, he's not a doctor. I mean, he's definitely lost a lot in his life but he had other… outlets," Adam replied, referring to hunting.

I nodded, "He did. You know Dean was a patient of mine when we first met?"

Adam chuckled, "Yeah he told me that story. He's a persistent one isn't he?"

"Mhm. You know, you two should really think about talking things out or at least giving your friendship a second shot. I mean, you're my friend and we watch out for each other at work. I know what happened was kind of… shady but everyone believes in second chances," I suggested.

Adam sighed, "Well that's up to him."

I sighed too, "So any lucky women in your life?"

"Yeah, I've been seeing this girl. She's a nice girl which is kind of a first for me. Well not a first but she's one of few," Adam replied.

I smiled, "Well good for you."

I stepped out of the ambulance and was immediately overwhelmed by the happenings. People were lying everywhere bloody and hurt with people attending to them. Normally, I'd put my brave face on and some kind of switch would flick on and I'd get into a determined, precise mode but for some reason, that wasn't happening today.

"Divide and conquer. You ready for this, Montgomery?" Adam asked, looking over at me.

"You bet, McConnell," I replied, as we made our separate ways. Usually this kind of thing was exciting to me. It fueled me. I wanted to help all these people and help as many people as I could but today it just felt like another day at work.

"Montgomery, you can check over there," Dr. Stevens advised. I nodded my head and checked over toward the right side of the field. Everyone was being attended to and there wasn't much for me to do here. I grabbed a kit and was met by a little girl. She looked at me helpless but she couldn't say anything. She was catatonic.

"Do you need help? Are you hurt?" I asked, in the most comforting voice that I could muster. She had a cut on her forehead but other than that, she didn't look too hurt. "Where are you parents?" She just stood there with no expression on her face. I would've at least expected fear, panic, or sadness but there was nothing.

"I can fix your cut for you. I'm going to have to do stitches but it won't hurt and I'll talk you through the entire thing. I also have some pretty cool bandaids for later if you want," I started but she took off running in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" I called out running after her. She ran down the dock only to lead me to a body lying on the ground. "Is this your dad?" We stood at the edge of the dock that overlooked the water.

There was no reply. There was no yes, no, or body language, but she just stood there, expecting me to help the bleeding man. After all, it was my job. I bent down and started to examine the body. It was badly burned and I could already tell that certain bones were broken.

"Do you know what happened to him?" I asked. Once again there was no reply. I swore under my breath and got to work. I began to try and treat the burns and then realized that his hip was dislocated. I was going to need a lot more help than this. I stood up set my kit down.

Little did I know, the man began to wake up. "What's going on? Where am I?" He then began to scream in pain.

"It's alright. Everything is going to be alright. I'm going to get some extra help and we'll take you to the hospital," I started, bending down to comfort the man.

"I can't. Oh my God, ah, I can't stand it," he groaned in agony. He began struggling in pain. He was writhing on the dock.

"Sir, it's going to be okay," I offered, but before I knew it, he was pushing me over the dock. I attempted to balance myself and started to stand up only to trip over the kit and over the edge, into the water.

I hit the cold water with a splash and soon learned that my scrub pants were stuck on something. I tried to pull it off but I couldn't. I struggled to, but it was no use. I felt the cold water around me but I could still hear all of the noise above me. I could hear all of the chaos, the death, the pain, the destruction. I could hear the sirens and knew it was a terrible thing that had happened. What kind of world was this that things like this could happen? What kind of world allows and eight year old with a bright, beautiful future die? What kind of world takes both of someone's parents away? I knew how to swim and I could, but I began to sink lower and lower and the lower I sunk, there was just silence. Silence. Just like in the bath tub, I was at peace. All there was, was silence. Silence.

~3rd Person's POV~

Dean Winchester wiped the sweat from his forehead. He began to cut a piece of wood when his phone started ring. He normally wouldn't answer it but he had been worried about Jennie ever since Anderson had died. Each day, he was worried that it'd be her. All he wanted was for her to open up to him and let him know what was going on. He could tell that she wasn't herself and that she was sad. Dean hated seeing her this way. It killed him.

He hated the fact that he had proposed to her and then his had happened. Maybe it was a sign? And why did bad things have to happen once good things happened? And Jennie's birthday was only a few days ago! She had cheered up for that but Dean knew she was just putting on a brave face for the celebration. After the party though, she had returned to her state of sadness.

Dean honestly didn't know what to do. Jennie was talking to him about and he knew that she didn't want to talk about it but he knew it was something and there were no good things to come after it. Maybe he'd call Sam and ask for advice. Ugh, why couldn't they all just be happy?

Dean glanced at his phone and the caller ID read 'Adam'. Dean rolled his eyes. The last person he wanted to talk to was Adam. He wanted so badly to ignore it but knew that Adam wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important. Why would Adam be calling anyways? He couldn't be calling unless it was about something work related and he worked with Jennie so he only had one option. He answered his phone on the last ring.

"Hello?" Dean asked, coldly.

"Dean, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from," Adam started.

"What is it?" Dean asked, impatiently. He wanted to get straight to the point and if it had nothing to do with Jennie, that he would just hang up.

"It's Jennie, Dean. You're going to want to get to the hospital," Adam said, swallowing.

And right then, Dean's heart dropped.

"What do you mean it's Jennie?" Dean asked, his breaths getting shallower. No, this couldn't be happening. This was literally his worst nightmare coming true. It was almost as if he didn't want to hear any more of what Adam was going to say because he knew what he was about to hear would be his worst fear.

"I'm really sorry, she uh, we went to the site of a big trauma and she was treating a patient down at the edge of the dock. The little girl with them said that she fell over so we went over there and she wasn't there. The little girl said she was in the water so I jumped in and she was uh, she there. We rushed her to the ER and we're trying as best as we can but her pulse is really low and-," Adam started.

"No!" Dean cut Adam off out of fear. He didn't want to believe what Adam was telling him right now. He began to panic. He dropped what he was doing and began pacing. He needed to get to the hospital right away.

"I'm sorry, Dean. You're going to want to get here as fast as you can though," Adam replied.

"I will, I just, I mean, is she going to make it? She's okay right? You can fix her? That's your job, right? I mean, you have to fix her!" Dean asked, panicked.

"We're trying our best. She was underwater for a while and she's really pale," Adam said.

Dean swallowed hard, "I'll be right over."

Dean shoved his cell phone into his pocket and began to leave.

"Hey where are you going?" the boss asked.

"I need to get to the hospital. My fiance she's uh, in the emergency room," Dean managed to explain.

"Is she alright?" the boss asked.

"I don't know," Dean replied. The head construction worker could tell how broken up Dean was about this.

"Alright go. We've got you covered," he said.

Dean nodded, and took off for the hospital.

~End 3rd Person's POV~

"Charge the paddles for three hundred!" Dr. Stevens ordered. They shocked me once again and my heart rate started going.

"Come on, Montgomery, you can do this," Dr. Stevens mumbled.

It was warm. I could feel the warm sand between my toes and I could smell the sulfur from the ocean. I could hear the oceans crashing against the shore. In the distance, I could almost hear the familiar music coming from the cantina.

"Jennie," a voice said.

I turned around and smiled as I saw his face, "Daniel."