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think you tried to kill yourself, I can say I am certain that you did not. What
happened was a terrible accident. I am absolutely sure you did not intend to
take your own life.”
The relief on
her face was palpable. Dean cursed himself a coward for not telling her
everything. “I believe you,” Jane said, with all trace of worry gone in an
instant. “I didn’t want to think I was the kind of woman who would do something
that stupid. I want to believe I’m stronger than that. Thank you for putting my
mind at ease.”
“Jane, I may
have only really met you a few minutes ago, but I think I can say with
certainty, you are much, much stronger than that.” The words were out of his
mouth it seemed before he’d thought them, but he meant them from the depths of
his soul.
Maybe he
wasn’t so short in the brains department after all, Jane thought to herself. He
sure can make a girl feel special. “Thanks,” she answered. “Well, I guess I
should leave you to make your triumphant return to Tucker and Alec, but it has
been a pleasure to be rescued by you, Dean.”
Dean realized
he was still holding her hand. He thought wildly that he didn’t want to let it
go. “Jane, would it be alright if I checked back in on you? Just, sort of visit
to see how you’re doing?”
She smiled.
“I think that would be great. Don’t imagine I’ll get a ton of visitors, what
with not remembering anyone I’ve ever met and all.”
Without even
thinking, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Dean leaned
down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Suddenly terribly embarrassed at
himself, he got up quickly and moved for the door.
“Well, then,
see you soon, Jane Doe.”
“Au revoir,
my hero.”
Listening to
his footsteps retreat down the hall, Jane put a hand to her cheek.
CHAPTER 4
The trip back
to Nathan and Samantha’s seemed to take years. The comfort and security Dean
had felt talking to Jane began to fade before he’d made it to the elevator, and
the thought of facing Nate and the boys sat like a lead weight in the pit of
his stomach.
He hailed a
cab out in front of the hospital, instructing the driver to drop him at the
rental car park at O’Hare. He stared out the window, watching the city lights
flicker by, listening to the click of the meter, and trying not to think. At
the airport, a pizza-faced teenager who didn’t look old enough to drive and
reeked of cheap cigarettes waited on him as if he was being terribly rude by
interrupting the quiet of the night shift. Dean was too exhausted and
distracted to complain about poor service. He rented a small, inexpensive sedan
for a week. Finally, the kid slid the key ring across the counter, not
bothering to tell Dean which direction to go to find the correctly numbered
parking space, and stomped off to the back. Dean had to wander around the
parking lot for a while, and it was nearly 2am when he finally got out and back
on the highway towards Nate’s.
He parked on
the street, careful not to block the driveway. He didn’t have a key, and didn’t
want to wake everyone by ringing the doorbell. Through the curtains, he could
dimly see a light on in the kitchen. He walked around to the back door and
rapped gently. Nate, obviously still awake, ran up to open it.
For half a
second they just stood there looking at each other. Nate moved first, stepping
out onto the deck and putting his arms around Dean. “I’m glad you’re home,
brother.” He said simply. Dean didn’t trust himself to speak just yet, but
followed Nate in gratefully.
The kitchen
smelled of coffee. Nate was obviously not on his first cup waiting for Dean.
“You didn’t have to wait up all night,
think you tried to kill yourself, I can say I am certain that you did not. What
happened was a terrible accident. I am absolutely sure you did not intend to
take your own life.”
The relief on
her face was palpable. Dean cursed himself a coward for not telling her
everything. “I believe you,” Jane said, with all trace of worry gone in an
instant. “I didn’t want to think I was the kind of woman who would do something
that stupid. I want to believe I’m stronger than that. Thank you for putting my
mind at ease.”
“Jane, I may
have only really met you a few minutes ago, but I think I can say with
certainty, you are much, much stronger than that.” The words were out of his
mouth it seemed before he’d thought them, but he meant them from the depths of
his soul.
Maybe he
wasn’t so short in the brains department after all, Jane thought to herself. He
sure can make a girl feel special. “Thanks,” she answered. “Well, I guess I
should leave you to make your triumphant return to Tucker and Alec, but it has
been a pleasure to be rescued by you, Dean.”
Dean realized
he was still holding her hand. He thought wildly that he didn’t want to let it
go. “Jane, would it be alright if I checked back in on you? Just, sort of visit
to see how you’re doing?”
She smiled.
“I think that would be great. Don’t imagine I’ll get a ton of visitors, what
with not remembering anyone I’ve ever met and all.”
Without even
thinking, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Dean leaned
down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Suddenly terribly embarrassed at
himself, he got up quickly and moved for the door.
“Well, then,
see you soon, Jane Doe.”
“Au revoir,
my hero.”
Listening to
his footsteps retreat down the hall, Jane put a hand to her cheek.
CHAPTER 4
The trip back
to Nathan and Samantha’s seemed to take years. The comfort and security Dean
had felt talking to Jane began to fade before he’d made it to the elevator, and
the thought of facing Nate and the boys sat like a lead weight in the pit of
his stomach.
He hailed a
cab out in front of the hospital, instructing the driver to drop him at the
rental car park at O’Hare. He stared out the window, watching the city lights
flicker by, listening to the click of the meter, and trying not to think. At
the airport, a pizza-faced teenager who didn’t look old enough to drive and
reeked of cheap cigarettes waited on him as if he was being terribly rude by
interrupting the quiet of the night shift. Dean was too exhausted and
distracted to complain about poor service. He rented a small, inexpensive sedan
for a week. Finally, the kid slid the key ring across the counter, not
bothering to tell Dean which direction to go to find the correctly numbered
parking space, and stomped off to the back. Dean had to wander around the
parking lot for a while, and it was nearly 2am when he finally got out and back
on the highway towards Nate’s.
He parked on
the street, careful not to block the driveway. He didn’t have a key, and didn’t
want to wake everyone by ringing the doorbell. Through the curtains, he could
dimly see a light on in the kitchen. He walked around to the back door and
rapped gently. Nate, obviously still awake, ran up to open it.
For half a
second they just stood there looking at each other. Nate moved first, stepping
out onto the deck and putting his arms around Dean. “I’m glad you’re home,
brother.” He said simply. Dean didn’t trust himself to speak just yet, but
followed Nate in gratefully.
The kitchen
smelled of coffee. Nate was obviously not on his first cup waiting for Dean.
“You didn’t have to wait up all night,
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