Anime, Fandom, and Supernatural Oneshots

Rosemary

Just a few warnings. This is kind of long and there is slight swearing and mention of death. This is unedited until further notice. Please excuse this mistakes and I would love to know what you thought of it. 

I put in my second contact lens, blinking a few times afterwards. I look myself in the eyes after and see green eyes staring back at me. These aren't my eyes. But nowadays, nothing really seems like me anyways. 

I put on a baseball cap over my dark brown hair and grab my backpack. 

Frank and Herchel are downstairs doing their usual routine. Frank is cooking eggs, and Herchel is sitting at the table with a smirk on his face. 

Herchel is the vetran of the two. He took this gig as a pit stop on the way to retirement. He'd done the military thing as well as private security, and now at the ripe age of 49 wanted something easy, as he made his way towards retirement. And I suppose for the last two years it had been easy enough. 

Frank is a hired gun, prized for his skill with knives. He'd been teaching me a bit after two weeks of straight bugging about it, and a little push from Herchel. Frank would never tell me his actual age but I was guessing around 35. He wasn't as bulky and muscle bound as Herchel, but he was agile.

They tended to be complete opposites in absolutely everything about them. Herchel was near bald with his hair kept short, and Frank had much longer kinda curly hair he usually kept neatly combed. Herchel tended to look like a giant, especially stood with us, and Frank was about the same height as me. Frank is definitely the wild card of the pair, acting on impulse and facing the consequences later, and Herchel was the calm planner. Thus the pair fought all the time over his behavior. But we haven't killed each other yet. 

I walked into the kitchen and watched as Frank tried to flip an egg. He partially did it, but frowned seeing a part folded over. I set my backpack on the island and watched with an amused grin. 

"Hey Betty Crocker they don't have to be perfect" Herchel called from the table. "Me and Rose need to eat before noon." 

Frank turned to glare at the older man. "Unless you want to be wearing these eggs I suggest you shut it old man." I giggled a little at their familiar bickering. Frank turned to me, only slightly softening his glare. "You got something to say shrimp?" he asked defensively. 

"Yeah" I said unintimidated. "You should wear an apron if you're going to be this domestic." 

I heard Herchel chortle from over at the table. Frank grumbled under his breath. He put the cooked eggs on the plate and practically threw the dirty pans in the sink. "I'm not cooking for you two anymore." He stormed out of the kitchen muttering, "Sarcastic *ssholes. " But not before pushing my backpack off the island and saying, "No backpacks on the island." He could be so petty, seeing as usually he was the worst offender of that rule, and Herchel was usually on his case about it. 

I chuckled as he left, grabbing the two plates on the counter and joining Herchel at the table. I set his before him and took the seat across from him. 

"Mmmm" I hummed with hungry excitement. Breakfast looked good. "He outdid himself. Eggs, hashbrowns and toast."

Herchel nodded as he cut off a piece of egg. "He really did. We should probably thank him." 

"Nah" i said. I chuckled taking a bite. 

Herchel grinned at me. 

After breakfast i made myself a cup of coffee, and picked up my backpack from the floor.