Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

I Told You So

Rose's POV

"Rosie, what did I tell you about those guys?" Carter groaned, running one hand down his face in pure annoyance. The hand on the steering wheel was so tight around the leather that his knuckles were white.

I sniffed, wiping at my tear stained cheeks. "You said that they were bad." I probably sounded like a child, but I was just trying hard not to cry again. We've been driving for fifteen minutes in dead silence. I knew he was mad, hell I was mad at myself. Why did I let them in? I knew they were trouble. I smiled a bit, and Taylor Swift's voice filled my head with her familiar tune.

I knew you wre trouble when you walked in
So shame on me....

"Exactly!" The melody floated away like a gust of wind when I realized Carter was talking.

Carter shifted in his seat so he could stare even more angrily out the window.

"Car..." I whispered. My voice was hoarse from crying. Carter looked at me, and his eyes didn't soften like they usually did when I was upset. "Yes?" He crooned. I took a deep breath. Wow, he was mad.

"I'm sorry." My voice cracked on the end. Carter's eyebrow shot up and he gave me a sideways glance. When neither of us spoke, he broke the silence. "Go on."

"You were right," I continued sadly, unable to look my best friend in the eyes. "They were jerks. Well, at least one of them." Carter's grip tightened, if that was even possible. "It was that Den guy right?" Car spat.

"Dean." I murmured in correction. I wanted to slap myself. Why was I even defending his name? He could be Darren or Den for all I care. I slapped myself mentally again. Of course I cared. And I hated that I did.

"Whatever." Carter dismissed my input. After a few second of silence, he started again. "You know what, forget it. Forget all of it. Forget them, Rosie. They don't even matter." I bit my tongue to keep from arguing, since I knew he was right.

Finally, the car pulled up into the familiar driveway in front of my aunt's house. The azaleas in the front were droopy and sad, kind of like me. The roof had red shingles missing, which were littering the dying grass. I couldn't help but gawk wat the state of the house. I haven't been here in forever. Carter must have noticed my expression because he just sighed, "I know."

As he shrugged out of the car, I sat for a few seconds. I thought I would feel better coming home, but I actually felt worse.

I didn't even notice Carter come around the side of the car and had opened my passenger door. I turned my head slowly to meet his brown eyes. They had softened a bit and he held his arms out. Taking that as an invitation, I greatfully accepted the hug. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me there. I was half sitting half standing, but I didn't care.

I buried my head into his shirt and breathed in the scent of his cologne. I remembered the day he bought his first bottle in seventh grade; I picked it out. He wanted to impress a girl named Becky Wilson, a blonde with an attitude. I had tried to get him to stray from his little crush, but he refused. So I helped him out. They dated for a few weeks before she dumped him for Brad Baker, the eight grade stud.

We hugged it out for a few seconds until he whispered "Say it."

"You're a vampire." I joked, quoting Twilight. I used to love that movie as a kid. Carter pulled away and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving me. "No, say it." I was confused until it clicked.

"You told me so." I muttered unwillingly. Carter shook his head and pointed to his ear. "I'm sorry?"

"You told me so!" I exclaimed, kicking him in the shin. He grinned broadly and nodded. "I told you so. Now c'mon, Aunt Helen misses the crap outta you. You're going to get a beating!" I tried to shake it off, but something about the way he looked when he said that made me nervous. He said it with all seriousness. I knew he was joking....I think all that time with Sam and Dean screwed with my head.

He grabbed my upper arm and lead me to the front door. His grip hurt a bit, but I didn't comment. I was too busy thinking about something.

Carter didn't kiss the top of my head when we hugged. He had been doing that since we were kids.

"Rose." I looked at Carter. He had opened the door and was holding out his arm as a gesture for me to enter. His eyes looked darker than usual.

I pushed this confusion aside, and walked past Carter inside the cold house.