Dean POV

That girl was great. Really. She knew every detail of this car. I didn't know how she managed to learn so much, but it was extraordinary.

We were traveling for about an hour and, I was still surprised. I continued to look at her in the rearview mirror. She was sleeping with her head resting on Cas's shoulder and one hand on the tummy of Alessandro, who was also sleeping. She fascinated me. I think Sam was amused by my behavior, but I could not help but look at her.

"Hey, Cas, how's it going back there?" I was almost annoyed by his proximity to Rosalia.

"It's a little tight, but it's okay, Dean."

I wanted to ask him what he had discovered about the blue ball, but at that moment Rosalia decided to wake up. I turned to look at her quickly.

"Hey sleepy head, did you sleep well?"

She had sleepy eyes and her cheek had the grooves of Castiel's trench coat.

"Yes, quite well, even if Castiel here was not very comfortable."

We all laughed. I wanted to know more about that girl. And I think she was curious about us. So I decided to bring up the game of the 20 questions—a bit childish, but it would serve the purpose.

"Rosaly, since we should live together—I mean you, Sammy, Cas, Ale, and me—I was thinking it would be useful to know each other a little better."

Sam was grinning. That little prick.

"Yes, I think it is a good idea. Dean, What do you suggest?"

"I was thinking about the game of the 20 questions. I know it's a bit childish, but ..."

"No, no, that's fine. We can play that until the first stop. Who will begin?"

Sam raised his hand immediately. "If you don't mind ... Rosalia, you still haven't told us what your last name is."

"Oh, it's so important? De Rosa is my last name."

It was a nice name. "Rosalia De Rosa, has a nice sound, you know. It's a nice name."

Sam was still grinning, and it annoyed me a lot.

"Thanks, Dean ... now it's my turn, right? Then, Sam and Dean, there is any 'Mrs. Winchester'?"

We both felt a little uncomfortable.

I replied, "No, there is no Mrs. Winchester. Not for lack of opportunity, but our work is very stressful, and it doesn't allow us to keep up stable relationships."

Sam nodded.

I continued. "Now it's my turn ... then, Rosaly, how do you know so much about cars?"

I know that I could have asked a more intelligent question, but I was really curious.

"My uncle ... he ... he was passionate about cars. He particularly loved Chevrolet. Had a lot of catalogs. When I was younger, I liked to see how he took care of his car. . It was a 1965 Chevy Impala. Burgundy outside and black inside. It was a gem. When he died, he left it to me, but I have never experienced the pleasure of driving it. My father took it apart piece by piece to gain the most from the sale. It was my car, it was the only memory of my uncle, and he, he ..."

On her face there was a mix of anger and sadness. His father must have been an asshole. I did not want her to be sad, seeing her upset made me feel weird.

"Hey, if you want to, you can try to drive my baby later."

This sentence seemed to have shocked everyone. Sam had the most bewildered look I had ever seen in my life. Castiel seemed quite surprised. And Rosalia had an expression of pure joy.

"Really?"

Her voice was a squeak.

"Yeah, you have a license?"

"I... no, I have not had time to get one. After the death of my mother ..."

I was surprised. I thought that her mother ran away or was a victim of her husband's abuse.

"Your mother is dead?"

I know it's a rough question, but I was really surprised. Her tone was the same that I used when I talk about my mom.

"Yes, she died giving birth to Alessandro. We were at home, she had a hemorrhage, and I could not save her. Died quickly. She didn't suffer."

There was a strong sense of guilt in her voice. I wanted to comfort her. "You know that's not your fault."

She looked at me with eyes full of pain. "You do not know, you were not there." The lines of her face had hardened.

I decided to drop the topic.

"Sorry…Anyway, if you want I can teach you how to drive. It wouldn't be the first time ... The first time that Sammy used a car, he had me at his side. Frightening experience."

I laughed. Sam and Cas were smiling too. Rosalia seemed to have relaxed again.

"It's okay, Dean. But it will be better if there will be no one present, other than you, when I try to drive. I do not want to risk killing someone."

We all chuckled.

"Fair enough."

For a while there was silence in the car. Then from the child seat, Alessandro decided to let us know that he was back from the dream world and that he was hungry. I stopped at the first diner I found on the street.

"Ok guys, I'm going to get something to eat. What do you want?"

The first to respond was Sam. "Salad and a soda."

Then Castiel, and although he didn't need to eat, he asked me to get him a cheeseburger. Finally Rosalia and Alessandro found themselves in agreement on taking two toasts and two slices of apple pie. For me, I decided to take cheeseburgers and apple pie.

The diner was like all other diners I had seen in my life. Small, quiet, with few customers, but fairly clean. A lady in her fifties took my orders. Shortly after the same woman brought me food, I paid, and went back to the parking lot. When I returned to the car, I found the others sitting on a blanket waiting for me. Sam and Cas were sitting side by side and were conversing quietly. Rosalia was sitting with her back against the car door, and Alessandro was sitting between her legs. They were playing clap hands. I was quite surprised by the situation.

"Hey guys what are you doing?"

Rosalia replied promptly. "A Picnic"

"A picnic? In a parking lot?"

"Yes, Dean, a picnic in a parking lot. Ale can't eat in the car, he would feel sick. A little air and sunshine will do well for everyone."

"Okay, a picnic ... and you two agree? That isn't the safest way to eat. We could have eaten inside the diner."

"Yes Dean, we agreed with her," Sam said "sit down now, we're hungry."

I sat down facing Rosalia.

The food was good. And, despite everything, the idea of the picnic wasn't bad. It was a pleasant change from the routine. We all ate quietly. Me, Sam and Cas discussed the faster and safer road to get to the bunker while Rosaly and Alessandro played with the stuffed animals. I found myself staring at Rosy.

Her long hair covered her shoulders and chest. Her skin was covered in bruises, but you could see it was white as snow. Her body was not perfect, but it was soft and curvy and much more beautiful than all the model-like girls that I slept with. Her eyes were so brown they seemed almost black. At that moment, she was laughing for a song that Alessandro was singing, and her smile lit up her whole face. It made those eyes so deep, much brighter and more alive. I smiled. She was beautiful to me. Much more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. And I wanted her to be safe and to be always happy. She deserved it.

Apparently Sam was talking to me, but I didn't care much. I just wanted to observe Rosalia and enjoy every expression of her face. At that moment, I was at peace with the world. There was nothing except her. She was mine. Mine. And only mine.

That thought caught me off guard and frightened me. So I got up, and without paying attention to anyone, I took the leftovers of the lunch and took them to the dustbin. I took a few minutes to think about what was happening. I didn't understand why I felt that way. No girl had made me lose my head in that way. I turned back to the car, but I found Sam in front of me with a very worried expression.

"Dean, what's happening? And do not tell me "nothing," because I know that's not true."

I looked him in the eye. I didn't know whether to tell him the truth or not. I didn't want him to think I was weird or crazy. But I couldn't afford to lie to him again; things between us were not going very well at the moment. So I decided to tell him what I felt—two minds were better than one.

"Sam, I don't know. Since she arrived, I haven't been thinking like I would normally. When she became sick in the shower, I almost lost my mind. I didn't know what to do. If you hadn't been there, I probably would have had a panic attack. The only thing I could think of was that she wasn't answering me and I couldn't help her. And my whole body was screaming for me to do something, because my job was to take care of her. Then, when I said those things this morning and I left the room, she came to talk to me. She doesn't even know me that well, but she told me everything I need to hear at that moment. And she hugged me, and I felt in heaven, and it was perfect. And then a little while ago, I looked at her. She was so beautiful and perfect. And the only thing that my brain was telling me was "mine, mine, mine". And I got scared. Sam what do you think? Do you think it may be the mark that makes me think this way? that makes me act this way? "

I looked at Sam, seeking an answer. I didn't know what to think. All of these feelings were unbearable. They distracted me from the mission. Sam had the look of someone who knew what was happening.

"Sam, buddy, help me figure it out."

He sighed. "Let me talk to Cas, and then I see what I can tell you."

We went back to the car. Sam came up to Castiel and walked away to talk. I sat down next to Rosalia. Alessandro was sleepy, and was lying with his head resting on his sister's belly. She was stroking his head gently.

"Hey Dean, are you okay?"

"Yes, don't worry."

She looked at me skeptically but did not insist.

There was a slight breeze, and it was all very calm. At that moment Rosalia leaned her head on my shoulder and, while she cuddled his brother, began to sing

"All in the merry month of May

when the green buds they were swellin'

young William Green on his deathbed lay

for the love of Barbry Allen.

He sent his servant to the town

to the place where she was dwellin,

saying, "Master's sick and he sends for you,

if your name be Barbry Allen.

Then slowly slowly she got up
And slowly when she nighed him
And when she drew the curtain back
Said, Young man, I think you're dying

Oh yes I'm sick, I'm very very sick
And I never can be better
Until I have the love of one
The love of Barbara Allen

Then slowly slowly she got up
And he trembled like an aspen
'Tis vain 'tis vain, young man, Said she
To fain for Barbara Allen

She walked out in a green green field
She heard his death bells knelling
At every toll they seemed to say
Cold-hearted Barbara Allen

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west
She saw his pale corpse coming
Said, Bearers oh bearers, pray put him down
So I may look upon him

The more she looked the more she grieved
Until she burst out crying
O bearers, o bearers, pray take him away
For I am now a-dying

Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave
Go dig it deep and narrow
Sweet William he died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow

They buried her in the old churchyard
Sweet William's grave was nigh her
And from his heart grew a red red rose
And from her heart a briar

They grew and they grew the old churchyard wall
Till they couldn't grow no higher
Until they tied a true lovers' knot
The red rose and the briar"

Her voice was so sweet. The child had fallen asleep, and I was half asleep. She whispered to me.

"Hey, Dean, could you help me to carry Ale into the car?"

"Of course."

I got up and gently took the kid in my arms. Rosalia was smiling at me. I wanted to kiss her. The temptation was strong. But I resisted. I put the baby in the car seat and sat down next to her.

"Rosy, you know, that song was really nice. Where'd you hear that?"

"When I was little, my grandmother used to sing it to me. She was American. She also taught me to speak English. And when she died, I started to sing it to my mom. And when she died, I started to use it as a lullaby for Alessandro. I love this song "

She leaned back her head on my shoulder and sighed, lost in memories. When Sam and Cas returned they found us in that position. Rosalia was still muttering that song and I was completely relaxed and calm. I wished that that moment would have never end.