Quick Interview

Now here you are with Dean who you haven't seen in person in a little over three months. Silence hangs in the air between the two of you. All that's heard is the scanning from your computer as you check off medications and the various alarms in the background of the hospital. Dean notices you shift your weight between your hips as your feet stay planted on the dull, white floor. Swaying in place like a child; something you do to distract yourself from not becoming impatient and calms your nerves. The postural sway though also attracts Dean's eyes to your hips, tempting him to forget why he is there at the medical facility. He shakes his head erasing the dirty thoughts trying to develop from the memories he has locked away.

"So," Dean said as he pushed off with his shoulder against the glass. He flashes his fake badge to give the appearance of him questioning a random nurse. Dean's eyes dart to the side taking note of anyone standing near them. He shoves his hands into the front pockets of his pants. "So ma'am, have you had any encounters with this thing?"

You shake your head. "No, sir...," you mustered a laugh knowing Dean is attempting to play it cool. "...it has mainly been on night shift. A patient will die in their room and once they are brought down to the morgue to await a funeral home or the county to pick up the body, it is within a few hours that the flesh is missing and even a few organs," you shiver thinking of the idea of whatever is going on in the same place you work at. You take your eyes off the computer screen and switch them to the green pair that are observing you closely.

Shifting your gaze over to the nurses station for a moment, you lower your voice once you peer back at Dean, "I sort of want to take time off till you and Sam gank the damn thing. It all has freaked me out knowing what I know what really stalks in the middle of the night, ya know?"

Dean quirked a brow. "You? You take time off? It seems like all you do nowadays is work," Dean shakes his head, glancing down at your shoes. He notices the wear and tear on them but doesn't say anything. You ignore his comment about always working. Instead, click off some new physician orders on the computer trying to think of what to say instead telling Dean he is right. He finally switches back to the subject at hand.

"Yeah, well, Sam and I are pretty sure we know what is behind all of this. No live victims though, right?" Dean's eyes peer over your head at some nurses watching the two of you from afar. They giggle when he gives them a flirtatious grin.

Your head jerks around with your ponytail braid almost hitting Dean in the face. You swing your hair back over your shoulder arching a brow at Dean who still is eyeing the nurses. "What? No reason to be jealous now is there?"

Dean asked with a somewhat innocent laugh, enjoying the way you glare at him. He enjoyed the jealousy easily visible behind (y/c/e). It is not something Dean sees often. That display of envy toys with his mind on possibilities of the two of you together even if he is the one who pushes you away. 

You roll your eyes and give him a playful shove before turning on your heel to head into your patient's room. Loud gasps come from the hungry onlookers always looking for the latest gossip to spread around the hospital floor. A mischievous smirk appears on your lips thinking that the nurses believe you just shoved a federal agent, even if he didn't look like the typical fed. And damn, did every female, and some males, notice how good the federal agent looked strolling through the halls of that place. Your elated mood, however, fades upon laying eyes on the young male in the hospital bed.

With a heavy sigh, you remember Dean's question. "So um, to answer your question, there haven't been any live victims. I know one of the night shift nurses swore she saw a patient we lost during a code early one morning right after she got off night shift at the coffee shop nearby," your voice begins to trail off as your steady gaze focuses on the wall monitor. Dean mumbled something but the sound of the ventilator signaling low pressure takes your attention away from the conversation. You check a couple things on the machine then head over to the sink with your mind at a four way stop on what to do and say next.

Washing your hands and drying them while staring at your patient, you hear Dean clear his throat from the door. You shake your head from being zoned out for a second. "Oh, so yeah, that's about it I guess," you mumbled not taking your eyes off the kid. "Brain injury, no helmet while riding an ATV," answering Dean's unspoken question, you shake your head while walking over to slip on gloves.

"Damn," Dean murmured scanning over the young boy in the pristine hospital bed. The kid sort of reminded him of Jack giving Dean pause as he observed the sight before him. He watches you go about your business checking lines and tubes coming out of the patient. Dean enjoyed watching you work and not just in the sexual manner. He admired how after all this time of being a nurse that you did not let the bad stuff cause you to become jaded.

Dean knows you love your job. Another reason he told himself the two of you cannot be anything more than friends. With the life Dean lives, he would probably have you quit your job or at least only work occasionally. Sometimes he feels just by coming to Sioux Falls that some monster or demon might catch wind of his relationship with you. He knows you would be a target for anyone or anything coming after him. He did not want to make it that easy for the sons of bitches to find you.

Not knowing what to say, Dean interjects a playful joke a little late into the conversation. "So, um.. you know I could have stuck some handcuffs on you back there and really caused a scene," Dean awkwardly laughed, stuffing his hands back into his pockets as he slowly makes his way over beside you.

A shade of crimson sneaks upon your cheeks. Before you can respond, a doctor with dark chocolate-colored eyes knocks on the opened door and strolls in with his eyes curiously bouncing between you and Dean. The energy in the air seemed to have suddenly shifted the moment the two men laid eyes on one another. The way Dean sized up the other male presence in the room did not go unnoticed by you.

"Oh, hey!" Your eyes widen meeting the doctor's scrutiny of finding a federal agent in his patient's room. Dean picks up on your nervousness, especially the difference in your tone. Something that surprises him in more ways than one.

"Dr.Campbell, didn't expect for you to round this—," but before you can finish your sentence, a nurse comes to a skidding halt at the doorway. Dr.Campbell turns around and tilts his head at the frazzled nurse. She explains to the doctor that a family member of a patient who is actively dying is requesting to speak to him regarding the patient's code status.

Dr.Campbell turns back towards you with tightly closed eyes, rubbing above his left brow. "Go, I'll catch up with you later," you encouraged him as he slowly opened his eyes back at you. The doctor continues to keep his silence. His mouth twisted as he shifts his hard stare over at Dean. The unnecessary observance causes Dr. Campbell's jaw to tighten. You sidestep a little to your right to block his view. "All of yours that I have are alive, stable, no changes from yesterday," you assured him rather quickly before the spill of typical questions from most of the doctors around there.

The deafening silence begins to form a pit in your stomach. Standing between two men you have slept with—which was not on the agenda for the day— or ever for that matter. You try to keep your breathing even while your eyes stay locked on Dr. Campbell. The pit in your stomach begins to grow despite how hard you tried to keep your nerves calm.

"Please go before that family member changes their mind and keeps them a full code. We've been waiting for that DNR," you place a soft hand on his upper arm.

Your thumb gently rubs the green scrubs beneath it. An innocent-like smile staring up at the man before you. Dean watches the scene play out. He has seen you flirt or smile in a certain way that has most men thinking they have a chance with you. You've done it occasionally when he let you tag along on cases to gather intel when a woman's expertise was needed. Recognizing the behavior, Dean's fists immediately clench at his sides.

Real or fake, Dean is a little taken back by such familial behavior with the doctor. A flash of hurt comes across Dean's face but neither you nor the doctor seem to have noticed. Maybe it's the way your touch appears to linger against the doctor. Something did not sit right with him about this man standing so close to you.

Due to his tall statue, Dr.Campbell lifts his gaze again towards Dean, who fixed the revealed vulnerability, before retuning to you with a smile. He nodded, giving you a longing look that is also observed by Dean then heads out the room without a word. Dean takes quick and quiet steps towards the door to watch the man go down the hall before commenting on the interaction.

"That was...that was uh...," Dean huffed out a half-laugh crossing his arms over his chest. "...weren't you a little friendly with that doctor?" Dean quirked a brow as he leaned on the doorway studying you.

"He's one of the ones I'm close with and know pretty well," you murmured as you head over to the monitor checking vitals to distract yourself from the conversation Dean was hinting at. "Sometimes have to use to my charm, ya know, with these men around here," an awkward laugh slips out while your back stayed turned towards Dean.

"Uh-huh," Dean narrowed his eyes at the back of your head. As he approaches you, a voice from the doorway has you both look back to see who it is.

"Hey, lab is on the phone. They have a question about one of the tubes you sent up earlier," the younger nurse informed you. She sends a flirty grin over to Dean who sends her one in return. "Oh, hello... you must be one of those handsome agents I heard about. And here you are, all alone with (Y/N)." Your eyes narrowed at her unnecessary remark.

"Sure, be right there, Christy," you gritted between your teeth, feeling the hospital gods trying to have your day go to hell. You slip off your gloves and grab hand sanitizer on the wall. As you rub your hands together, you take a shaky breath and tell Dean goodbye. "So, I'll talk to you later alright? Let me know if you find anything out," you linger more than you should staring into those alluring green eyes but the universe quickly reminds you of the awaiting phone call with the nurse tapping her foot at the doorway.

You force a smile upon your face for when you walk out that room. "Gotta go. Bye, Dean. Be careful please," the words fall out faster than you intended as you step back trying to pretend everything is fine.

"Yeah, of course. Go save some lives, sweet—I mean, yeah," Dean catches himself from using an endearing name. Awkwardness takes over as he plasters a smile also across his face as if he's not disappointed the two of you didn't have a little bit more time together. The steady sound of the heart monitor takes his attention though reminding Dean where he actually is. 

As you stop at the nurses' station to answer the call, you watch Dean head down the hallway where Sam is talking with one of the nurse practitioners. The NP catches your gaze when she leans to her left. She gives you a lop-sided grin when Sam and Dean turn towards one another to discuss something lowly. "Damn", she mouthed, causing you to muster a laugh while on the phone. Dean takes a glimpse over his shoulder at you before returning to the conversation. The two of you hold each other's gaze until someone taps you on the shoulder. When you look back in Dean's direction, he has moved on and not looking back.

Your stomach flops. It's as if the universe is trying to tell you to leave it alone with Dean. That nothing will ever develop between the two of you after all this time of knowing each other and having a close friendship. You didn't care though. You will take being friends with him. You just wanted to be around him while you had the chance. What you do not realize though, it's not just you wanting more time with each other—

Dean is dying for it as well.