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“Come on. Come on. You can make it.” I thought as I flew down the dirt road. My baby hasn’t been running all that well since we started this journey but I have to get to Sam. He is my only hope. Sam is an old friend; we are in the same line of “work”. I have a really big problem and he may be the only one that can help me. Hopefully, the car makes it.
I sigh in relief when I get there. As soon as I see the door, my car dies. I hop out and run to the door and bang on it. A guy with short, sandy blonde hair opens it. Definitely not Sam.
“Who are you?” he demands.
“My name is Rose. I’m looking for Sam.” I say.
“He’s not here. Who are you?” he says.
“Damn it. I’m a friend from college.” I say. I sputter as he throws Holy Water in my face.
“Not a demon.” I say. “Where is Sam?”
“He went to the store.”
“Ugh. I need to find him now, and my car is jacked up.” I sigh.
“He will be back soon, but I can take a look at the car.” Dean says. I look into his eyes and suddenly notice that he is like the perfect height, taller than me but not crazy Sam tall. And his eyes are the most beautiful shade of green and he has light freckles across his face. He clears his throat and I say, “Uh, yeah sure.” Shaking my head,
“Who are you?” I suddenly realize I never asked.
“I’m Dean. Sam’s brother.”
“Sam never mentioned a brother.” I say, confused.
“We weren’t exactly on speaking terms while he was at college.” He said looking away.
“Pop the hood.” He says. I open the car door and pull the lever. When he opens the hood I walk around behind him to see what he is doing and I do not stare at his ass until I hear a car pulling up behind us. I jump and turn around and see Sam get out of the car and run to him. I wrap my arms around his waist. He hugs me then lightly pushes me back.
“What are you doing here?” He asks with a worried look on his face.
“Uh,” I say glancing at Dean, then back at Sam, “I’m here because I’m in big trouble.”
“What did you do?” Sam demands.
“Well, I may have shot the King of Hell in the arm and then ran away.” I whisper, staring at the ground.\
“You did what?” Sam and Dean yell at the same time.
“I shot Crowley in the arm.”
“Why?” Sam asks.
“He keeps asking me to become his queen.” I Say grimacing. “He’s been harassing me for weeks and yesterday I got pissed when he wouldn’t leave me alone, so I shot him.”
‘That’s badass.” Dean says. We high five and Sam gives us his patented Bitch-Face.
“So, can I stay here for a while? At least until I can figure out my Crowley situation.” I say. Sam and Dean Stare at one another for a few seconds before Sam says, “Yeah, you can stay. Dean, come help me get the groceries out of the car.” Dean follows Sam, and I follow Dean.
“You’re a guest, you don’t have to help.” Dean says.
“Yeah I do. If I’m going to stay here I can help out.” I say grabbing some bags from him and waiting for him to open the door, and show me the way to the kitchen.
“Can you cook?” Dean asks when we make our way into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I can.” I say. “Want me to make something for dinner?”
“That would be awesome.” He says and goes into the living room. When all the bags are in I start trying to find where all the stuff goes with Sam’s help.
“Did you really get store pie?” I ask.
“Yeah, Dean loves pie and neither of us is very good at making it.” Sam says.
“Oh, So, How old is your brother? Is he seeing anyone? What’s his type? Does he like blonde?” I ask. Sam stares at me and says, “You’re into my brother aren’t you?”
“What? No.” I say, blushing.
“Yes you are. He is single and he likes girls in general and yes he likes blondes. And if you can make real pie, he will love you forever.” Sam says, exasperated.
“I can make pie!” I whisper yell. Sam rolls his eyes and says, “Also, make spaghetti.” And then he leaves the kitchen. I look around and pull out all the stuff to make spaghetti. When I get the water boiling for the noodles, I look and see that they have all the stuff to make apple pie. I start making the crust by hand and then I put the noodles in the water and wait for them to cook and I heat up the jar of sauce. I then finish the crust and stick it in the oven for a few minutes while I make the filling. I mix the spaghetti together then I pull the crust out and pour the filling in and make the lattice work on the top and stick it back in the oven.
“Sam. Dean.” I call. “Dinner is done.” Both men come into the dining room and sit down at the table as I hand them plates. Dean asks me lots of questions over the course on the meal. When we are done, we take the dishes to the sink and when they head back to the living room I say, “Wait, go back to the dining room, I have a surprise.” Dean looks at me, confused. Then goes and sits at the table.
I bring the pie to the table and Dean yells, “Sam! She made pie!”
“I see that Dean.” Sam says as if he is talking to a toddler. I give Dean a large piece and watch as he takes a bite.
“Oh my god! Can we keep her?” He asks, looking at Sam.
“Dean. She isn’t an animal, you can’t chain her to the kitchen and force her to make you pie every day.” Sam says. But, you can tie me to your bed, if you want. I think.
“What?” Sam says. Dean is still focused on the pie.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I blush, and whisper.
“Yeah. You did.” Sam says. I don’t say anything. I just get up and go into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
“Rose.” I hear behind, I refuse to turn around and embarrass myself more. “Rose!” I hear again as someone grabs my arm and spins me around. I turn and see Sam.
‘He didn’t hear you, if that’s what you are worried about. He eats pie and then spaces out and doesn’t see or hear anything. It’s actually pretty weird if you think about it.” Sam says.
“Oh, ok. That’s good because that would have been embarrassing.” I say.
“Hey.” Dean appears, “Do you have any bags or anything?”
“Oh, yeah. In the trunk of my car.” I say. He leaves. When he comes back, he is carrying my one bag.
“Damn. This is heavy, what the hell is in it?” He asks.
I shrug and say, “Open it.” When he does, his eyes go wide as he sees the array of guns and knives.
“Wow.” He says.
“Let’s watch a movie.” Sam says.