Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

Laughing Never Felt So Good

Dean's POV

"Who's Car?" I hissed at Rose, who had just ended her loving phone call. Puke. She stood up to her feet at lightning speed, startled at my presence. Car? What kind of a name was that? Was he her boyfriend? She did say she loved him...

As she watched me with wide eyes, I couldn't help but be annoyed. Partly at her, but also at the fact that I was annoyed. Why did I care? She could date and do other things with who ever she pleases. Why was I so mad?

You're jealous. My conscience whispered mockingly in the back of my mind. No. I growled back. I was not jealous. I decided that I would be mad because she could've given us away. I had only been listening to the last part of the conversation, when she said she loved him.

"Car. It's short for Carter." She responded shortly after a minute of me glaring at her and her looking at me with a shocked expression. I stared her down. "And who is this Carter? Your boyfriend?" I couldn't help but ask. I felt my anger radiating off my shoulders. "No." She said quickly. Almost too quickly. She seemed to sense my suspicion (it was pretty obvious) and said it more calmly. "No."

"So who is he then?" I grouched. Rose gulped. "My friend. My best friend actually." I felt the same surge of... What was the word? Not pure anger, or irritation, but... Jealousy, you idiot. The voice said. I frowned.

"Where did you get the phone?" I asked her, standing up straight and trying to control myself. My inner demon told me to knock the stupid ugly lamp off of the desk beside me. But I refrained. "What?" She questioned leaning forward a bit. "I said, where did you get the phone?"

Rose crossed her arms across her chest and stubbornly replied, "Sam gave it to me." She emphasized my brother's name arrogantly. I rolled my eyes. It was obvious that she liked Sam better than me, like most sane people, but I felt the surge again. Why did I care if she liked him more? "Didn't we tell you to keep a low profile? What if Car told the cops that we kidnapped you or some bull crap?" I ran my fingers through my hair roughly, pulling at short tangles in exasperation. I started to pace in front of her. She was fingering the hem of her white t-shirt nervously.

"I just told him that I was staying with you guys. He was worried." She denied. I frowned, feeling the creases on my forehead run deeper. I had been frowning a lot lately.

"So he just let it fly that his best friend is hanging out mysteriously with two guys in a dirty hotel room, hunting demons and crap? Yeah he sounds like a real keeper." I scoffed. How stupid was this girl?

"No." She replied defensively. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. "Look, I didn't tell him anything supernatural, okay? I just said that-" She hesitated. I stopped pacing and examined her. She had hung her head down and her face had flushed deep red. "What did you say?" I said, stepping closer. "I just said that... Sam was a girl?" It sounded like a question. I smiled a tiny bit at this news. "I could see where you'd get that confused." I chuckled lightly. I gestured to my head and acted out flipping my hair like my brother often did. She laughed, relieved for the change in my mood. I couldn't help it, her laugh immediately drew my negative energy away from my body. It was unreal, what this girl, or whatever she was, could do to me. Soon we were laughing hard, and I leaned against the desk chair for support. She was clutching her aching belly with a wide grin.

I stopped laughing to breathe out, "And who did you say I was?" Her grin grew wider. "What?" I asked, my smile loosening. "I told him you were..." She said between giggles. "Sam's boyfriend!" She spit out, laughing up a storm. I stopped smiling and gave a disgusted face.

"Oh my gosh Rose! What the hell?" A voice boomed from outside the door. It opened wide, and Sam stepped in with a look of disbelief. "That's disgusting!" He argued. So he had been listening. Awkward much.

I looked back at Rose. She was still laughing. "I'm-I'm sorry." She breathed, trying to calm herself down. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. Sam frowned and stalked over to his bed. "Awe Samantha, don't be like that? Don't you love me?" I teased, my smile returning. It was pretty funny. Plus, that's what he gets for eavesdropping.

Sam shot me a dirty look before climbing underneath the covers of the small bed, still fully clothed, his head disappearing beneath the blankets. Rose winked at me and walked over to her bed as well.

As I laid on the terribly uncomfortable couch, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ugly ceiling. As much as I tried, my smile wouldn't disappear. It was hard to believe I was angry before. I may still have been. But I ignored it, because it felt so good to laugh again.