A/N: Howdy y'all. Sorry about the hold up on the chapter...Rome and i havent been on speaking terms lately, meaning i couldnt put out for you. But alas, we put aside our differences for this post.

Please review or she might stop talking again.

In the morning, Dean was the last one up. When he walked into the kitchen, Sam was the only one in there. Dean walked out, looked back at the living room; Rome wasnt sleeping in there. When Dean walked back into the kitchen, Sam was staring at him.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Where's Rome and Bobby?"

Sam pointed to the backyard. "They're in the back."

"Doing what?" he asked as he sat across from Sam, noticing that Rome had cooked for them again.

"Target practice. She said she knew how to shoot a hand gun, was a okay shot and had never shot a shot gun before." Dean nodded; it was a good idea to have her trained.

About twenty minutes later, Rome and Bobby walked in, laughing. Sam was the first one to notice Rome was rubbing her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Fuck you." she mumbled as she opened the freezer, pulling out a couple of ice cubes.

The three men stared at her; she shocked them all the time from laughing one moment to dropping the f-bomb.

"So, how did shooting go?" Dean asked as Bobby spoke.

"Good. She's a good shot, and with a shotgun, I wouldn't want to be in her way."

"Thanks Bobby."

He smiled at her. "No problem honey." Sam and Dean stared at him again; Bobby using an endearment other then 'idjit' still shocked them.

Sam looked at Rome again as she peeked under her shirt to look at her shoulder.

Thats when he saw the blood. "Rome, your shoulder is bleeding."

"Fucking mother fucking fantasic."

"And what a mouth." Rome glared at Sam as Dean stood.

"Lets take a look at that." She looked at him, shaking her head.

"I probably scratched it, i'm fine."

"How about you dont be stubborn." Rome rolled her eyes as she started walking out, stopping to look at Dean.

"Like you're not," she waited a moment. "You coming?"

Dean rolled his eyes as he stood, following her out.

When he walked into the bathroom, Rome had already taken her shirt off and was cleaning the blood off her shoulder. "Mother chucker." she mumbled, looking up when Dean walked in.

"How bad?"

Rome grimanced. "I think I popped a stitch."

"Fuck." Dean muttered as he gently pushed her more towards the light, trying to get a better look at the wound. "Hop up on the counter." Rome nodded, but as she jumped she felt light headed.

"I am seriously going to need some sugar after this." He looked at her, confused. "I get low blood sugar, I pass out. I lose blood, I pass out. Ringing any bells for you?" she asked as he nodded.

Rome was right; it was a popped stitch. "It was that damned shot gun, but it was worth it."

"Popping a stitch and bleeding till you pass out is worth?"

Rome smirked. "Hell yes. I always wanted to shoot one."

Dean noticed the dark circles under her eyes when he looked at her. "Did you even go back to sleep last night?"

"For a little bit. Then I made breakfast, then Bobby offered to take me shooting, how was I suppose to resist? I love a man with a shot gun." Dean made a face like he was going to be sick.

"Thats Bobby you're talking about."

"I know." she said with a wicked grin. It took Dean a moment to figure out she was joking. "Well, am I going to live doc?"

"You'll be fine, just, no more shot guns till this thing heals, okay?"

"Aye aye." she said as he finished patching her shoulder up.

When he grabbed a wash cloth to clean up the blood, Rome grabbed it first. "I got this. Go eat breakfast."

"You sure?" he asked as she nodded. Dean gave her one last look before nodding and heading out the door, closing it behind him.

Rome took a couple of deep breaths. This was too much for her; being that close to him. It took every ounce of will power not to do something stupid. Not to do something she would regret and make him feel even more awkward around her.

Rome had great practice at being friends with guys she had the hots for. She did it all through high school, but this was different, Dean was different. She wished it wouldn't, but the moment he walked into the bathroom and her shirt was off, she couldnt even think about the pain in her shoulder; all she could think of was something quite naughty indeed.

Rome slowly slipped off the counter, grabbing it for balance before turning and facing herself in the mirror. Despite the blood she had lost, her face was flushed.

'Fuck me.' she thought as she splashed her face with cold water. She took a deep breath; she could do this. As long as he didnt come that close to her for a while, she was going to be fine. At least there is was going to be okay. Dean had no interest in her, so him coming near was not going to be a problem.

It had been nearly a month since Rome had shown up in their lives and Dean, Sam and Bobby were used to her being there now. She always made breakfast for them, cleaned up after herself and them and even did their laundry.

All things she said she didnt mind doing. Said she was earning her keep. Sam had noticed little things about her during this time; sometimes it seemed like she never slept. He would wake up in the middle of the night, nightmares from before and would hear her moving around downstairs. She thought she was being quiet, and she was, but it was simply because he was listening for her that he knew she was awake.

Sam knew that she cried in the shower; again, she thought no one could hear her, but he could hear her when he walked by. He knew that it had to be hard for her, not knowing if her family was okay or not, or whether she was going to see them again.

He wanted to say something, but everytime he had the chance to, it never seemed like the right time. Sam did not want to even admit it to himself, but he was sure he had feelings for Rome.

One smile from her could brighten the whole room, her little giggle she only let out every once and a while, usually when himself or Dean did something stupid. She had the kindest hazel eyes he had seen. She had a cute way of pushing her glasses up with her middle finger without realizing she was doing it.

She bit her lip when she read, and she loved to sing without sound.

Yes, it was safe to say that Sam had a crush on Rome.

Did guys his age even get crushes anymore? Whatever it was, he liked her. He wished he didnt, but he did.

One night while everyone else was sleeping, Rome flipped through the channels, talking softly to herself about the lack of things to watch on late night TV when Dean walked down. This had become a thing for them; whenever he woke from one of this Hell nightmares, he would join Rome in her TV adventures and sleepless nights.

"Whats the field look like tonight?"

"The Titanic, reruns of Charmed, Angel and ER, umm, one of my favoritre movies Home Room or my complete and personal favorite, QVC." she looked at him, nodding convincingly at the mention of QVC. "Give me the remote." he said, snatching it out of her hands.

Rome looked at him once before snatching the remote back. "I dont think so Batman, the last time you had control over the remote, I ended up having to watch the equivient of Busty Asian Beauties and then you excused yourself. Gross."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine, you pick. Just, no chick flick."

"Would I do that to you?" she asked with a smirk as he nodded.

"Yes, you would." They stared each other down before Dean sighed. "Just put it on your favorite one. I'll probably fall back asleep in a few minutes anyways."

"Thanks." she said as she turned the TV to the movie; it had just started.

"Its never the bullies, is it?"

"No because bullies have to graduate and become police officers. Tell me Mr. Van Zandt, did you ever pick a fight in high school? Cause I would bet just about anything that you did."

Dean couldnt remember anything passed that. He had fallen right back asleep. There was something about Rome that was calming and he he always fall back asleep if he was by her. He thought it was weird, but he didnt question it too much, he was just glad he could get some sleep. Dean woke up to the girl from the beginning for them movie, screaming at the police officer.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You think you can come in here and can you spend ten minutes in here and come out with all the FUCKING ANSWERS? Hey, I've got one: kids pick up guns and THEY KILL OTHER KIDS. That's it! And if that answer isnt good enough, then maybe you should see a doctor, or a priest and you can ask THEM why. And they'll feed you all the psycho babble you can stand or they'll tell you that God has some "greater plan" for everyone. And when you keep pressing and those answers aren't good enough, all they'll have to tell you is the unholy truth: that kids just die. And babies die too. It just happens. So you live with it."

Dean looked over to Rome who had tears rolling down her cheeks; it was the first time since he had stitched her up that he saw her cry. He watched as she shook her head at herself, wiping at the tears.

When Dean made the smallest movement, she looked over to him, giving him a look. "Sorry, I should have known better then to watch a movie with a history of making my tear ducts work."

"Its okay." he said as he looked at her, then to the screen; it was pretty damn sad for this Alicia character.

"So, why did she explode so,-"

"Much? She was finally letting go. I love that scene. It has to be my favorite out of the entire movie."

"Why?" "Because she does such an amazing job." She said with a slight smile as she turned the station.

"Hey, that wasnt the end."

"So, Gargoyles is on." she said with a grin as Dean rolled his eyes; she loved Gargoyles. "If you dont like it, you can go back to bed." Rome stuck her tongue out at him before giving her full attention to the screen.

Dean couldnt help but smile; Rome could find the simple things in life and just enjoy them, something he wished he could do, but he knew better. At this very moment, Lucifer as plotting and schemeing away all the while being quiet about it. No one knew what was going on and that was the scary part about all of it.

"Did you watch this when you were a kid?" he asked as she nodded, not looking from the screen. "I would never give my dad enough time to make me a real breakfast, I liked to sleep in, and he hated to see me miserable. Most mornings it was cereal in front of the TV."

"And he watched it with you?"

"Yeah. My dad liked hanging with me, and I liked hanging with him. Always surprised him. He thought I was too cool for him." she gave him a smile.

"Yeah, cause you are so cool." Dean sadi tauntingly as she looked at him, fawning shocked.

"Excuse me, I was not in the yearbook four years running for being boring."

"Four years?" Dean asked as she nodded; it surprised her that he even cared.

"Yeah, I was a page filler. If they couldnt think of something, they would come and find me and be like, "Rome, strike a pose." So I would and then they would make up some bullshit about being 'unique' or 'crazy' and then they would have a spot filled." Dean nodded his head, as if impressed.

"It was fun though. I liked high school for the most part." Dean made a face.

"Yeah, me and school-"

"I know. It was hard for you and Sam. I can only really imagine. Besides of course what I saw."

"How much did you see?"

"Besides you making out in a janitors closet? Not much. That one was mostly about Sam I think, well, cept you in those red shorts." Rome couldnt stop herself from laughing.

"Hey, that is not fair."

"No, no, you looked very," Rome kept laughing as Dean glared at her. "You know it was funny. Come on, bright red shorts? From the man who famously said, "oh sweetheart, I dont do shorts."

Dean looked at her; Rome bit her lip. Now she sounded like a stalker. And they had been doing so well lately. "Let me guess-"

"Its a memorable line." Dean nodded his head.

"So, I have a question."

"I am an open book." He looked as if he was thinking before he spoke.

"So, with the books, you know the ones Chuck wrote?" Rome nodded. "We had fans, do we have-"

"No need to worry there Dean. You thought the publisis was a nut? You should see die hard fans. She's nothing compared to Comic-con fans."

"Huh?"

"Every year, well, a couple times a year, the actors from the show, mainly the guys that play you and Sam, when they're not filming, do this kind of Q&A thing for the fans. And hot damn, it gets crazy." Dean smiled; a real smile.

"You ever go?"

"No. I dont have that kind of money. Yes, they charge a lot for them." Dean liked that idea.

Rome was playing with a silver ring on her index finger when Dean asked his next question. "What about-"

"You're face was just priceless when Sam showed you that website, trust me, its worse where I come from."

"No." he said as his face paled but she nodded.

"It gets worse then just, god I dont even want to say the word. It would scar you."

"Yeah, you better not." He looked at her. "But people actually-"

"Write and read it."

"Do you-"

"Hell no. I have nothing against people people gay, but y'all are brothers and thats beyond wrong."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, anytime."

"But you read the other stuff?" he asked as she shrugged.

"Dude, trust me, when its summer and there are only reruns, a fan needs their fix."

"Their fix?" Rome sighed dreamly.

"Its not my fault you guys are deadly addictive." Then she laughed. "Seriously, its mostly to pass time. I made some friends that way too."

"On the internet."

Rome rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so?"

"Nothing, nothing. You're just, different."

"Thank you." She said as she went back to watching Gargoyles, smiling at the screen. Dean was coming to realize Rome was one odd girl, but he didnt seem to mind, it was a good odd.

That scene was from "Home Room" one of the best freaking movies in the world. I loved it and yes, i actually cry every time i watch that scene. It is that sad, but also perfect.