Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

Wakey Wakey

Sam's POV

My dreamless sleep was rudely interuppted by a very bright light hitting my face. I groaned in protest and rolled over onto my stomach, stuffing my face into the flat pillow. I heard Rose whine in the bed next to mine, and I know she had been bothered by the same random light source. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" Dean chanted. I felt his presence on my left side. My covers got dragged down my body and I felt the chill winter air hit my legs. "Wakey wakey! Wakey wakey!" Dean continued to sing in an overly high pitched voice. I rolled my head to to side and squinted against the offending light to see my brother fully dressed in yesterday's clothes, innocently humming a random tune and folding my duvet in half.

"Dean, what the hell?" I lifted up my head and looked at him hopelessly. "What?" He drawled, looking confused. "Why are you in such a happy mood?" I said suspiciously. Dean looked at me like I had grown two heads. "What, can I not be in a good mood for once in my life? News flash, demons aren't completely lifeless." He informed me. I really didn't want to fight today, so I just nodded. "I guess so."

Dean sauntered to the side table to gather our stuff. I glanced over to the girl in the other bed, her arm draped against her face in anguish. I looked at the clock, which read 6:00 AM. Why on earth did he wake us up so early? Just as I opened my mouth to my brother's back, he raised a hand and cut me off. "Ah ah ah! 10 minutes. Get on it." He tossed my clothes behind him and I caught them. "You too sleeping beauty!" Dean called over his shoulder. Rose rose unsteadily out of her bed, her hair a mess and a frown evident on her face. I tossed my feet over the edge and followed suit.

"Who even says 'wakey wakey' anymore?" Rose grumbled as she brushed past him. I heard him chuckle. This was going to be a weird day.

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Rose's POV

I stared angrily out the front windshield of the Impala. Why the hell was I up so early? Man, Dean was getting on my nerves.

Sure I was glad that his bossy, rude mood had changed around, but he was too happy now. Too joyous. He was humming and singing along to whatever song came on the radio. For the whole hour trip. At least someone was in a good mood. Sam's eyes drooped every now and then in exhaustion.

"So Dean, do you have an explanation of why you woke us up at 6:00 AM? Because if you do, I want to hear it." I grumbled. Dean's eyes met mine in the mirror of the car. "There was another murder.  I heard it on the police radio when you two were snoring. Very loudly may I add." He answered. I scoffed, I did not snore.

"So...?" Sam trailed off, waiting for the actual explanation. "So, we're going to investigate the crime scene." Dean said as if his brother was stupid beyond belief. "Wait, what?" I was awake now, leaning forward in my seat so I could see the side of Dean's face. "Is there a problem princess?" Dean questioned.

"Are you two cops?" I asked suspiciously. I realized I was travelling with these men but I didn't actually know much about them. "Well, according to our fake ID badges right here," Dean reached his hand to the dashboard and tapped two leather casings. "yes we are." I felt my stomach rise to my throat. "That is highly illegal! If they saw through them, we could be arrested!" I rambled nervously.  Through high school, I had always been what people would call a "goody goody". I had never been arrested, never taken drugs, never ditched class, never snuck out of the house. I had never even gotten that drunk before. So when these two men, who were obviously on the list of wanted people, tell me they are going to use fake ID badges to walk into a murder crime scene, I got a little nervous.

"Relax sweetheart, we do this a lot." Dean emphasized the word lot. "Well, what am I supposed to do, huh? I don't even have a fake ID badge!" I told them.

"Yes you do." Dean reached up again and grabbed one of the three casings, tossing it behind him. I caught it with ease and opened the flap. A very realistic ID card was hidden in plastic covering. "Agent Katherine Beckett?" I read aloud. Did they seriously use the name of the main detective from Castle the TV show? "Yep." He popped the p. "How did you even get this? I've only known you for like 3 days." I said. "I have my ways," He grinned widely. I rolled my eyes and looked at it again.

"You know," I began, rubbing my index finger along the surface of the casing. "if the whole demon-ghost-monster hunting thing doesn't work out, you could always be one of those shady guys from movies who hide out in alleys and make fake ID's for rebellious teenagers." I noted. Dean laughed out loud and pulled into a gas station parking lot. I glanced at the gas meter, we were still at full tank!

"What are we doing?" I asked for what felt like the millionth time today. The boys stepped out of the car and I followed. Dean made his way to the trunk of the car and hastily pulled out a big bag. Panic rose inside of me. What were we doing? Was the bag filled with weapons? "Relax." Dean must've seen my panicked expression. "We can't go to a crime scene looking like civilians, now can we?" Dean smirked, guestering to my clothes. He had a point.

"Guys, we should hurry!" Sam called from the entry way of the station. Dean and I nodded and followed him inside the nearly deserted gas station.