Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

Untitled Part 35

Him Again?

Sam's POV

Sometimes I really regret convincing Dean to take Rose on the road with us. 

Don't get me wrong, Rose is an amazing human-thing. But her and my brother almost lit the entire bunker on fire last night. 

I feel like they're electricity and water.

So here I am, feeling like one of the zombies we've hunted before. So extremely sleep deprived, I haven't even ran a brush through my locks.

At least the smoke smell had dispersed over night and was almost completely gone.

"Morning, Sam!" I heard a shrill voice from the doorway. I looked up from my laptop to see Rose, wearing a blue robe and brown slippers. "Morning."

As she padded into the room, I did a double take as she sat into a chair across from me. "Uh, Rose?" I began, eyeing her up and down. "Yes?" She said as she reached out to grab the two cups of coffee I had prepared for them. 

Not that Dean would choose coffee over booze. It was just a habit now. Plus, more coffee for me.

"Is that...Dean's robe?" I questioned with a furrowed brow. I had seen that robe before. When we first moved into the bunker and Dean had foolishly touched to top of a sword with his bare hands. It was much too big for her small figure. It was evident that she had rolled up the sleeves and had tied the belt as tight as it would go around her slender waist.

She looked down at herself. "I wasn't sure who's it was." Rose replied sheepishly, gripping the mug tighter in her small hands. "I was cold this morning, and it was sitting on the banister, so I just figured..." 

"It's fine." I interrupted her nervous rambling, causing the blush on her cheeks to redden more feverishly. I gave her a genuine smile in reassurance. 

"How long have you been up?" I changed the subject, glancing back down at the News section for the area.  "Um, since seven." She said, her lips curled around the rim of the mug as she took a sip of coffee. I looked at the small clock on the bottom of my screen. 10:30.

"Why so early?" 

"It's getting harder and harder to get to sleep, let alone sleep for more time."

My eyes stopped roaming the news articles for a second and they came up to meet her brilliant grey ones. She looked at me seriously, and I gulped down a pang of regret. 

"Nightmares?"

Dean asked her as he wandered in from the kitchen. I felt him walk past me and I watched Rose cast her eyes away from the intimidating man. "Something like that." I heard her mumble. 

He made a noise of acknowledgement and he pulled the chair beside me back, its legs squealing against the floor. I cringed at the sound.

"Wow, Sammy. Looking a bit rough this morning, eh?" Dean chuckled. I gave him a sideways look and noticed that he was holding a shot glass of whisky, the smell hitting my nose right after. I rolled my eyes and directed my attention back to the screen.

"Someone's touchy." He grumbled, taking a swig of his coffee-supplement. 

It was silent around the table for a mere two seconds before Dean said, "Is that my robe?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know who's it was-" "It's fine, princess. Looks fabulous on you." Dean drawled, his glass making a clank against the smooth surface of the table.

"Thanks, I guess." Rose mumbled, embarrassed.

"Though, I think it would look better on my bedroom floor..." He trailed off. I rolled my eyes again, practically feeling the smirk in his voice.  "Knock it off, Dean." I warned. He just scoffed and leaned back in his chair. I noticed that, as usual, he was still dressed in his complete hunter's uniform. Dark jacket, jeans, flannel, and his black army boots. I swear he slept in them.