Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Cheyenne, Jacob, Russ and all others you do not know

I honestly have no idea where the thought for this story came from. I personally blame it on the heat, it was (seriously) 108 degrees today. But I actually like where this story is going to go. I have a lot of chapters already planned out and mostly written up in my head. HaHa. But yeah, I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!

And yes, the story title is "Black Balloon" by the Goo Goo Dolls. (What can I say? I love that song)

Cheyenne, Dean and Sam have been best friends since early childhood but drifted apart when Cheyenne stopped hunting in her late teens. When Sam's injured and winds up in the hospital Dean and Cheyenne meet again.

Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face as Sam lay in the hospital bed in front of him. Sam had fallen through the floor of an old house they were casing and ended up on the cement floor in the basement, his right leg was really messed up seeing how it was broken in 4 different places. The doctor had told Dean that they had to do surgery on it to even try to repair it, which was no guarantee, but they had to wait a few days to make sure no infection got in before they opened the leg back up.

So here Dean stood, leaning against the wall and staring at his baby brother who was knocked out from all the drugs the doctors pushed into him. Dean was dead tired but he couldn't sleep even if he tried, he was too wired on worrying about Sammy.

Letting his roll back and hit the wall with a dull thunk Dean closed his eyes. Just as he started to relax against the wall his eyes shot open as, "Cheyenne Comfort, you're being paged to room 382. Cheyenne Comfort room 382."

As soon as Dean seen blonde hair rush past the door of Sam's room he scrambled to the doorway. He peeked out leaning a bit as he did so, so he could see into the room next to Sam's.

"Mr. Harbor, in again?" The blonde, whose back was turned to Dean, asked the old man, smile evident in her voice. "What is it? Third time since Wednesday?"

The old man let out a smoker's chuckle. "Well you know me, just can't stay away from the pretty nurses."

"Listen Buddy, if you wanna take me out all you have to do is ask. No more winding up in the hospital, got it?"

Mr. Harbor smiled and nodded. "Well I would, but this is the only way to see you without the Mrs getting suspicious."

The blonde laughed and shook her head. "I happen to like Betty, Al. But what I can do is have you stop by for some home made apple dumplings. How 'bout it?"

"I think that sounds great. You're apple dumplings are the greatest thing since buttered bread if you ask me."

"Well that's good, I believe you're quite fond of the buttered bread, are you not?" She said with a pointed tone.

"I watch my cholesterol just fine, Sweetie." Mr. Harbor smiled and patted her hand.

Dean leaned out further to try and get a better look at the woman, expecting the door frame to be longer and winded up falling forward, his hands reaching out to grab the small lunch cart to try and steady himself only to bring the trays down with him.

Cheyenne whipped around at hearing the loud clatter coming from the hall behind her, her nurse instincts kicking in as she hurried to the door.

Pushing away a few trays that had landed on his head she checked for any markings. "You okay? Sounded like you went down pretty hard."

Dean cursed himself for looking like, well Sammy, in front of a girl. Looking up at the woman checking him his mouth fell agape.

"Cheyenne." Was what came out.

Cheyenne stared at him for a bit with a quirked brow then it finally hit her. "Dean! Wow, you look good. Really good."

Dean felt himself smirk as they stood. "Really?"

"Yeah." Cheyenne nodded with a goofy smile. "You finally grew into your ears. They totally fit you now!"

With his smirk falling he scratched behind his ear as he tried to think of something to say.

"So what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Cheyenne started to check him over again only to have him let out a giggle when she felt around his ribs.

"Stop." He said in a quiet whine. Smoothing his hands down the front of his shirt and cocked his head toward Sam's room. "Nah, I'm fine. It's Sammy."

"Sam? What's wrong with Sam? What happened?" Cheyenne hurried into the room and felt her heart sink at the sight of Sam. "What happened?"

Stopping beside her Dean looked out the doorway then back to Sam. "We were casing a house when the floorboards gave way under him and he landed on the basement floor."

Cheyenne checked Sam over then picked up his chart and started reading it as she sat on the side of Sam's bed. "I didn't see all that much wrong, felt like a broken rib or two, he's lucky to come out of this with only a broken leg and messed up ribs."

Dean nodded and got a good look at Cheyenne, she didn't look any different only a bit more mature than the last time they'd seen one another.

"It says his operation is Sunday. Where are you staying until and after he gets out?" She asked as she placed his chart back and stood up.

"Rodeo Motel." Dean shrugged then smirked. "It's pretty cool. Got these Magic Fingers. Man, gotta love those things."

"Magic Fingers?" Cheyenne arched a brow. "You know what, I don't wanna know."

Dean smirked again. "No, no. Trust me, they're awesome. It massages you from the outside in."

Cheyenne placed her hand over his mouth to try and shut him up as he went on, "I think you might enjoy it. Get you all happy inside."

"Dean." Cheyenne exclaimed.

"That's it. Say my name again baby." Dean moaned out around her hand.

Cheyenne pinched Dean's side and rolled her eyes. "Same old Dean."

"Would you want me any other way?" Dean asked, hands splayed out.

"Absolutely not. It's good to see you Dean." Cheyenne hugged him close. "Wish it wasn't on these terms though."

Dean nodded against Cheyenne's head as he held her close. "Yeah."

"Let me go discharge Mr. Harbor then I'll be right back." Not waiting for him to reply she hurried out of the room and next door.

Dean let out a laugh at hearing the old man flirting with Cheyenne through the walls. About twenty minutes later Cheyenne was back only to find Dean asleep in one of the chairs in the room with his head resting back against the wall.

"Cheyenne," Dr. Burke smiled as he walked into the room. "hey. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good." She smiled.

"How's that little guy doing?" He asked as he scribbled some notes on Sam's chart.

"Amazing. He's actually sleeping through the night already, only time he gets up is for his feedings." Cheyenne watched as he gave a quick examine to Sam's leg then go over to Dean and pat him on the shoulder.

"All right Dean, sorry to say it, but visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow at 10." Dr. Burke told him softly.

Dean sighed as he stared at his brother. He reallyhated the thought of leaving Sam, but he also really hated the thought of getting kicked out of the hospital for not obeying the rules. "Yeah, okay."

Dr. Burke shook his hand as he told him, "I'll see you tomorrow." then left the room.

"Okie Dokie, Deano. Come one, you're staying at my place." Cheyenne told him as he followed her out into the hall.

"Chey, you don't--"

"No more Rodeo Motel. I live at 1538 Peach Street, it's not hard to find, there's a spare key to the house in the ceramic frogs mouth on the steps by the flower pot, let yourself in. Go get your things. I have to punch out, I'll meet you at my place." Cheyenne left without waiting for him to respond.

Sighing, Dean walked to the parking lot and headed to get his things. Getting out Dean looked around the neighborhood. Cheyenne lived in the freaking suburbs.

Dean cautiously walked into the living room, his brows immediately shooting up at seeing a play pen and a small swing in the corner of the room. He tossed his leather jacket onto the arm of the couch and plopped himself down, jerking his bottom up off the couch as a squeaking sound filled his ears. Reaching underneath him he grabbed something soft and plopped himself back down as he examined the rubber duck.

"Dean?" Cheyenne's voice filled the house.

"Living room." He called to her.

When she entered Dean felt the air leave his lungs. There stood Cheyenne holding a small bundle in her arms.

"Sorry it took me so long. Had a small mishap at the daycare." She apologized and placed the diaper bag onto the coffee table.

"That's a baby." Dean pointed to her arms. Smooth one, Dean. He mentally smacked himself.

Cheyenne choked back her giggle as she nodded. "Yeah. It is."

"Where'd you get the baby?" He asked. Another smack.

"Sex." She told him as she gently laid Jacob in the small play pen.

"You had sex? My Dad's innocent and pure Cheyenne had sex?" Dean's brows shot up again. "Damn it, just smack yourself again!"

"I'm sorry?" Cheyenne pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail.

"Sorry." Dean blushed crimson. "I was supposed to think that."

"Okay." She smiled. "I'm gonna make dinner. Ham Pot Pie good?"

Dean nodded then smacked himself on the forehead once she was out of the room.

"Smooth Dean, real smooth."

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