Flaming Destiny

Episode 7: Denying Destiny

(Opening scene)

Panning around the room. No noise to be heard. All four stare at one another in complete silence , disbelieving the words that had just been said. Deans eyes wide, just staring at his brother, and slightly shaking his head. Rose, with a small tear hanging on the water line of her eye. Both taken back by what Sam has just brought to life. Cas sits up, eyeing the two closely. "I can't be sure just yet until I can get the trace." He says and slouches back in the chair and drifts off to sleep, clearly drained from the pain he just endured.

Dean turns and looks at Rose. Not sure how to approach the subject, but before he can even get a word out, she whorls around and makes a break for the restroom. Dean follows to make sure she's all right but gets the door slammed in his face. Finding it locked when he tries to open it, he becomes irritated. Backing up, he lifts his leg and kicks the door in. Rose on the other side, screams in rage. Grabbing the things closes to her, she starts hurling them at Dean. Screaming and crying the whole time. "This is not what I wanted! I don't want to be some twin thing to you! I can't do this!" She screams over and over. Dean not knowing what to do, just stands there. Knocking every object to the side.

Once Rose runs out of energy and most of her anger has burned out, she collapses to the ground, holding her head in her hands, and just cries. Dean walks in and kneels right next to her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, and just being there for her while she cries. "We don't even know if we are the two that Cas has been talking about. Itll take a day or so to find out."

As if she couldn't hear him or was just not paying attention, Rose starts to speak, "Everyone I've ever cared about or loved has died on me." Roses red, swollen and watery eyes look up and meets Deans. "I don't want that for you. I can not be responsible for something happening to you or the hurt it would cause if something happened to me, again. I couldn't take it. We need to find a way to get ourselves out of this. We have to fight the draw. We'll take care of all the crazy things that come with this new energy that's about to explode on the supernatural, but we can not give in. I won't do it. I can't fall for you so I suggest you do the same." She stands and walks past him. Focusing her attention on anything that isn't Dean. Looking disturbingly at all the things she had thrown, now just laying out all over the floor.

Dean hangs his head, still kneeling in the restroom. After everything that has happened he can't believing that he was the only one who seemed to have caught feelings. Pissed he stands and chooses to do just as she had said. Turning it all off and just letting his heart turn to ice. He won't care for her. He will fight the erg and ignore her. Storming from the restroom, he walks to the main door and throws it open and leaves.

Rose listens as the engine to the impala fires up and the car roars away. She knows she hurt him, hell she's hurting to. But it's for the best. Another secret she has yet to share may be the final straw with his trust in her, and she doesn't want to go so willingly into this kind of connection with Dean and have him find out. He would hate her all over again and she would not manage having that kind of anger from him towards her. She couldn't handle it coming from someone she could care about. As she wonders around the room, cleaning the mess that she had made she runs ideas threw her head. Things that could possible help this situation go away or be reversed. She climbs in bed once everything is cleaned up and put away. Letting her brain, and body get some rest so she could think clearly. Sleep comes and goes, every dream is of Dean. How his hands felt holding her neck and back. Pressing her firmly to his chest. How his lips felt soft but rough as they moved against hers. How the stubble along his jaw was rugged as it brushed against her cheeks, scratching her in a few places. She jolts awake with how hot the dream had maked her and how badly she wants Dean, 'staying away from him is going to be hard' she thinks to herself as she looks out into a dark room. She feels eyes on her, but can't see who they belong to. She sits there, sweat cooling on her back, just staring in the direction she can feel the gaze coming from. Once her eyes finally adjust, Dean is sitting on the couch. Right in front of her bed. Just watching her. Not sure with how long he's been sitting there, she gathers the blankets around her, using it as a shield. "What were you dreaming about just now?" he asks, using a smoldering tone. Hinting that he might know exactly what she had been dreaming about but wanting to hear her say it. Glad that there's hardly any light streaming in from the outside, so he can't see the blush that is spreading across her face and neck. She crosses her legs, leaning her elbows on her knees, looking right back at him.