Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

Falling In Love

Rose's POV

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel the sunlight through my heavy eyelids. There was a pounding sound in my head, like a pulse. I couldn't tell if it was quiet or if I didn't have any hearing.

Slowly, I focused all of my brain power to move a finger. My body felt numb, but I could feel the texture of a sheet as I moved my finger around. So I wasn't dead.

I decided to try my other hand, getting the same result.

And then I opened my eyes with great difficulty.

The room was blinding, white walls and light penetrating my naked eyes. I let out an involuntary hiss and suddenly I felt something warm grip my hand.

I heard a muffled sound. I'm not deaf, thank God.

The sound became clearer as I focused on it. A blurry figure appeared in my vision and I realized that this person was holding my hand.

"Rose?!" I heard the person shout. Sound came back to me at once. I could hear beeping and other voices outside and my own breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again.

My vision was back.

As if a blanket had suddenly been lifted off my brain, I turned and looked at the man. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Sam Winchester.

His big eyes showed a look of concern as he held my face in his gigantic hand. "Oh thank god! Are you all right, Rose?"

I nodded my head before looking around the room confusedly. Monitors set up everywhere. Flimsy plastic chairs lining the room. A hospital.

"Sam." I managed to get out, my voice raspy from lack of speech. "Yes?" Sam leaned forward expectantly. "Why are we in a hospital?" I questioned, feeling like a child with a lot of curiosity again.

"Well," Sam began hesitantly, "It's a long story. We'll talk about it later, okay? You need to rest. I'll go get a nurse." Sam assured me, patting my hand gently before standing. If I hadn't woken up in a hospital, I would have laughed at his comical attempt at getting out of a tiny, flimsy chair. Instead I just watched him.

"Sam!" I exclaimed suddenly, a thought occuring to me. I gripped his hand to prevent him from walking any farther. He stopped and looked down at me.

"Where's Dean? Is he okay?" The words came out in a rush. Sam looked at me grimly. "He's fine, Rose. He's outside in the waiting room."

Hurt must've crossed my eyes, because Sam continued on quickly. "But, I can go get him?"

"He obviously doesn't want to come in, Sam." I observed, dropping his hand and looking at the wall in front of me. Sam sighed, unsure of how to answer.

"Rose, he cares about you, believe me. He just doesn't want to hurt you again." Sam told me. I looked at him shyly, not sure if I should believe him or not. Sam shrugged. "Believe what you want, but I'm telling you. You should have seen him take you in here. I haven't seen that look in a long time."

I didn't respond, but I thought about it.

"Send him in." My voice decided for me. Sam nodded with a small smile and stalked out of the room. I could see nurses and patients walk around outside and I leaned back on the pillows.

I guess it was time to assess my damage.

I looked down at myself. Though I was covered with a blanket, I knew my legs were fine. I could feel them slowly come back to me, and I wiggled my toes. Check. I already knew I could move my fingers, so my hands were okay. Check. I slowly reached up with my left hand (which i noticed had an IV inserted) and touched my head. I felt a strong bandage that was wrapped around. Maybe not check?

I twisted my body to see what I was hooked up to. That was when i felt the sharp pain in the side of my torso. I gritted my teeth in pain and let out a whimper. Before I could pull the covers back, I heard a person clearing their throat.

I looked up and met the eyes of the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

"Dean." I said, breathlessly. "Hey." Was what he responded with.

He walked over to me slowly, his shoes making a sound against the tile. He came to a stop beside my bed. "You were stabbed." He answered my unasked question about my side. "Oh." I made a small sound and gently applied pressure on my wound to see how bad it was. Pain shot through me and I withdrew my hand.

"Ever been stabbed before?" Dean asked, smirking a bit. Though he was smirking however, there was something different about his eyes. They were green, for one, but they looked pained.

I shook my head, realizing he was expecting an answer. "Sucks, doesn't it?" He let out a sharp laugh as I nodded again. He looked behind him at the flimsy chair his brother had been sitting in a few moments ago. "You can sit." I whispered. It wasn't like he needed my permission, but his hesitance made me believe it was better if I gave it to him.

He smiled slightly as he sat down on the chair. He scooted the chair closer to my bed, the legs scraping on the floor. I winced at the noise and he smirked again. "Sorry, princess."

And then we just stared at each other. This close, I noticed the black bags beginning to form under his beautiful eyes. His hair was a bit mangled, like he had been running his hands through it. His scruff had become a bit more prominent and his shirt was wrinkled underneath his jacket.

"How long was I out?" I wondered out loud.

"Two months." He answered, his eyes burning into mine.

I almost shot up straight in my bed, but the pain in my side stopped me. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed loudly.

Dean's warm, calloused hands came in contact with my arms as he shoved me back down. "Jesus Christ, relax Rose! I was only kidding. You need to relax." He told me seriously.

I relaxed my muscles and he let go, feeling the sudden change of intensity in my arms. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath. "You were out for two days." He answered truthfully.

I stared at him, and he stared at me.

And then suddenly, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I let out a huge, nervous-yet-relieved laugh.

As I laughed, a smile appeared on Dean's face. Not a signature smirk, but a real smile. His white teeth came in to view and his eyes crinkled at the corners. He began to laugh too.

As we were laughing, I realized how beautiful he looked and sounded. I mean, he's always beautiful and his deep voice is to die for. But he sounded young, and he looked so carefree and happy. I wonder if this is how he used to be.

"I really got you! You should have seen your face!" He got out between chuckles before he got into a full on belly laugh. He threw his head back and his body shook. I did the same, ignoring the pain in my side until I was crying. Laughter or pain, I didn't know anymore.

Suddenly, a man in a white coat came rushing in the room, his glasses a skew. "What's wrong? Are you all right?" He demanded. I nodded while Dean had now resorted to a silent laugh like me.

The doctor sighed and reached for me. "The man outside told me you were awake. I have to do routine check on you, ma'am." I nodded again, wiping my tears away.

The doctor looked at Dean. "I need you to leave for the time being, sir. Maybe outside." He dropped the hint to Dean. Dean stopped laughing for a second. "Sure thing, Doc." As he stood, he stroked my shoulder gently and then left.

I could hear his laughter all the way down the hall.

As the doctor shined a light in my eyes, I smiled to myself. I had never seen him this happy. What had happened wasn't even that funny, but that wasn't the point. The point was that we spent the moment together. We laughed together. I made him happy for even a moment in this cruel world. It made me notice how just little, insignificant moments can change any situation.

That's when I knew.

I am falling in love with that boy.