Okay, this is a couple of months after the hunt... I'm not sure about this chapter, but be sure to tell me what you think...
"So honey… What are you going to do on Saturday?" Mary's voice surprised Dean who sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee… He leaned his head back to look at his mother before anwering. "Well, I was thinking about the roadhouse…" He started off, then he saw his mother's concerned expression. "I mean, I've been celebrating my birthday there since I was sixteen! Whith the slight exception of last year... " He continued, his head still leaned back to look at his mother. "Do you really think that's a good idea?" Mary's voice was concerned, she thought back at the former times Dean had celebrated his birthday at Harvelle's. The three latest times, he had wind up with multiple injuries, and in his state of condition he shouldn't even be thinking of a round at the bar… "C'mon… I'll be a good boy…" Dean smirked as he blinked at his mother. "I'm in no condition to do any harm anyways…" he continued in a witty voice. Mary couldn't help herself laughing… Her eldest son always had a way of making her laugh, and she wondered why he hadn't settled down and gotten married yet… Well, actually she knew… He was a notorious flirter, and the longest he had been with one girl, was a month or so…
"Where is dad and Sammy?" Rose shouted while she came running down the stairs, tying her hair up in a ponytail. She surprised both Mary and Dean, but they both gained their wits pretty short after the morning stampede began… "They already left, said they was going to hunt some kind of woman in white…" Dean answered turning around on his chair, ready to pull himself up, to get some more coffee. His knee pounded uncomfortably underneath the brace, making him wish the others would exit the room so that he could grimace as much as he wanted… Think, over a year later, and his knee was still in a shitty shape...
"Coffee?" Rose had already grabbed the can and poured herself a cup. Now she was holding it in front of Dean, ready to pour him some… Dean looked up at his little sister, thankful that she never asked how he felt… She just helped him out anyway… She was the only one that approached his situation like that, and he was grateful for that... "Yeah… thanks!" He smiled back at her as she started pouring him some steaming hot, dark liquid… When she finished filling Dean's cup, Dean leaned himself back against the chair once more, trying to relax his sore right leg.
"Whoops, I've got to go now… Can't let the children wait!" Mary suddenly exclaimed as she grabbed her bag and kissed both of her kids on their cheeks, before she settled for the door. Ready to do her day job as a teacher. The door slammed and they heard the familiar sound of the 1970 Ford F100 pickup roaring down the driveway.
Rose smiled from the kitchen sink "Harvelle's, that's where you're going to celebrate?" she asked with a slight amount of curiosity in her voice. Dean nodded, "If I only manage to pull myself together that much…" he said with annoyance in his voice. That damn leg had been bothering him for over a year now, and he had started doubting that it would become any better a long time ago… Even with the exercises and medications it hurt a lot more than Dean was willing to reveal. "I think you're going to have a GREAT time!" Rose laughed, before she turned a bit more serious, "And I hear from reliable sources that Jo is going to start at the tavern again…" At the end of the sentence she started grinning again. She knew that Dean and Jo had left each other as more than just friends last time, and that none of them really had had a 'real' relationship after that… Dean started smirking as he thought of Jo, she was one of the most perfect persons on planet earth… At least from his point of view. "I'm sure it's going to be as cool as my birthday two months ago!" Rose smiled at her brother, laughing when she thought back on her sixteenth birthday. "29 years, think of that..." she added after a little while...
A moment later, Rose sat down beside Dean and looked at him for a little while… "You know… They were supposed to wake me, before they left…" She said, and Dean knew that she felt betrayed. He felt sorry for her, because he knew how it felt to be left behind, but he was grateful for the fact that they had left without her. What would he do if his kid sister got hurt? "Smiley, don't you think they figured that you rather ought to go to school? I mean, it's Tuesday…" Dean tried to make himself think like Sam and dad, but truly… He would rather join the hunt! Rose huffed, "Yeah… Like it probably is better for both of us to eat salads…" She answered with a joking voice. They were very much alike, and they both knew it… "Ghaaaa… Why do I even try?" Dean exclaimed leaning his head back, rubbing his temples, "I know you want to hunt, but it's dangerous!" Dean paused as he looked up at Rose, who stared down at the table. "I, I just don't want you to get hurt!" He stuttered out, tears about to form in his eyes.
"What!? Just because I'm a girl means I can't hunt like you guys?" Rose's temper had changed in an instant. She went from looking like she was going to cry, to being furious in a split second. This scared Dean a bit, Rose used to be easy to read. Easy to figure out… Well, at least her emotions were easy to deal with… She never, never ever used to be this moody, it just wasn't like her! Before Dean realized it Rose was standing in front of him, crying. She had turned back to the crying mood again… Super!
"I'm sorry…" she cried kneeling down beside her brother's left side, pausing a short moment while she tried to stop the waterworks that was starting in her eyes. "I just don't know what's wrong with me!" she then managed to press forward, before her voice cracked and she began crying once more…
I just felt like creating some drama :P
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(Hmm... a sixteen year old, unnaturally moody little sister...)