Chapter 14: Hanging with the Boys
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I HAVEN"T GIVEN UP ON THIS!
I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update, I feel terrible about it!
A lot of stuff has been going on recently, First I found out that a character that I was planning on using had already appeared on the show, so I had to completely scrap chapters that I had already started on and find someone else to do research on. Then real life stuff happened and my spark for writing dwindled away.
In hindsight, I realize that I should have left a note or something to let you guys know that my muse had deflated and that I was going to be busy, and I apologize for that, too. I feel like such a jerk.
I know what you're probably thinking, "Yeah, you should feel like a jerk for leaving us hanging, you jerk!" DX
I mean, come on, a freaking year Ani? really?
*sigh* again, I'm so sorry!
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They didn't really talk much at first. Occasionally they would ask her if she needed to use the rest room or if she was hungry, but for the most part, the trip was a quiet one.
But then Dean stated to get more comfortable of her presence, and a little while after that, Sam did too. And they began asking her questions about her home. Rosie didn't mind telling them; at least she had no problem telling Sam, he seemed genuinely interested.
"So, how did you and Keana become friends?" Sam asked. "What do you guys like to do?"
"Keanas' mom and my mom are best friends, so we grew up as close as sisters." Rosie told him, leaning over the front of the seat so she could face him better as they talked. "We don't really do a lot, but on sunny days we like to go to a small park back home after school and just hang out. Sometimes we bring snacks and do our homework with each other while watching the kids playing."
"What do you and your family like to do for fun?"
"Well it's kinda hard to do a lot of things when my mom works full time and Freddie has a part time job." Rosie said. "Plus, we both go to school,"
"You don't work too?"
"Well, kinda, I'm home employed." Rosie. "Mom pays me for work I do around the house"
"But I don't have a job-job because I don't have my own car yet."
"So, what, you're all too busy to spend any time together?"
"We spend time, it's just that when we all come together, it's too late to really go anywhere."
"But we make up for it by playing fun board games, like 'Apples to Apples', or we just sit in the living room and watch our favorite programs and talk to each other about our days and what we did, but the best times are the nights before moms' days off."
"We order an extra-large pizza and stay up all night watching a whole bunch of movies." Rosie
That seemed to catch Deans attention a little.
"Really…" The elder brother stated with mild interest. "Old westerns?"
"Yeah, I like the ones that star John Wayne the best."
"Just John Wayne?" Dean asked, "What about Clint Eastwood?"
"Eh, he's alright I guess," Rosie said with a shrug. "A lot of people like him, my brother does too, but I think John Wayne is way better then he is, plus he kinda creeps me out a little."
"He creeps you out?" the elder Winchester repeated, sounding appalled. "He's a western movie hero! I thought things like spiders creeped girls out."
"I'm not scared of spiders." Rosie told him.
"Oh really, not scared of spiders, huh?" Dean said, trying to come up with another critter that girls generally didn't like. "Okay, then snakes."
"Not them either." The young lady said, making the two brothers share a look with each other.
"Rats or mice?"
"No way!" Rosie said, smiling as he guessed wrong again. "They're adorable!"
The elder Winchester suddenly got a disappointed look on his face. "So what, there's nothing you're afraid of?" he asked her.
"No, I have my share of fears, especially one in particular." Rosie said. "I'm just not gonna tell you what it is."
"Oh come on, princess," "Trust me a little."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because Dean, I know how you are." Rosie told him. "If I told you, you would only laugh, and most likely be tempted to use it against me for your own personal amusement."
Dean gave a shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn't deny that.
"And could you please stop calling me 'princess' all the time?"
"What, I thought girls liked being called 'princess'." Dean said. "Or 'cupcake' or 'sweetie pie'."
"Normally, I wouldn't mind, but that's only when the pet name doesn't sound like an insult." Rosie said. "And if you seriously ever call me cupcake, you can forget about your pies!"
"Too late, a deal was already made." He said with a smirk before adding a smart ass "Cup. Cake."
Rosie gave a loud huff crossing her arms and looking out the widow to watch the passing scenery as she decided to just stop speaking to him for the time being.
He was lucky she was one who kept promises.
Dean just chuckled at her, and as fun as it was for him to be pushing her buttons, he thankfully left her alone.
He'd pick on her more a little later.
But after about fifteen minutes of silence passed, the lack of sleep from the night before suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks, and she let out a large yawn.
And with the decision to take a nap, Rosie laid down across the back seat, trying to get herself as comfortable as possible.
She noticed Sam look back at her when he heard her move, but he said nothing against her sleeping. In fact, he looked rather relived. She figured it was probably because he would be able to talk to Dean about things he didn't want her hear.
But she didn't pay it any mind. She just pulled off her hoodie and wore it as a blanket before she pillowed her head on top of her arms. And after a few moments, she was lulled into a deep sleep by the steady rumble of the Impala's engine.
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Rosie was woken up after it felt like she had only closed her eyes for just a few minutes, and made herself squint open her gritty feeling eyes to see Sam leaning over the front seat and shaking her arm.
"Hey there sleepy head, good afternoon." Sam said with a smile. "I finally got you up."
Afternoon? It couldn't have been that long already.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Quite a while." Sam answered, getting out of the car for a moment to open the back passenger door for her. "We stopped once before, but you didn't even twitch when I tried to get you up for coffee and doughnuts."
Rosie climbed out of the car a little ways, shivering a little from the chilly breeze and pulled on her hoodie. "Where are we?" Rosie asked.
"We've already pulled into our motel for the night."
"I'm going to go see if Deans almost done checking us in." Sam told her. "Come in once you wake up a little more."
She gave him a nod and he walked away to the motel office. And after getting out of the car, she took a minuet to get another large yawn out of the way before stretching the kinks out of her arms and legs. After she was done, she followed after Sam and walked through the door, seeing them as they were finishing up at the front desk.
"Hi there," The clerk greeted with a friendly smile. "Just give me a moment and I'll be right with you."
"She's the third in our party." Dean told her.
The woman's smile suddenly faded, looking too Rosie as she came to stand next to Sam, still looking half asleep, and then back to Dean.
"She… she is?"
Dean gave a nod as he took his card back from her and placed it back in his pocket. "We're gonna go put our things in the room, 'kay?" Dean told Rosie as he and Sam picked up their bags. "We'll come back to get you and then go get something to eat."
"Sure." Rosie said before they headed off. She was content to just sit down in a chair and flip through an old magazine until Sam and Dean came to pick her up. But as soon as she was alone, the motel clerk suddenly came around from the desk and stood in front of her.
"Hey sweetie," she greeted, "how're you doing?"
Rosie gave her a look. "Hi," she started, "I'm…fine?"
She shot a glance at the doors before plopping down in the chair next to her and suddenly clutching her wrist in a firm grip.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice full of worry. "You're not in any trouble are you? I can help you if you are."
Rosie leaned away from her, feeling confused and slightly freaked out. What was she talking about? Why would she be in trouble?
Then it suddenly hit her, it must have looked strange to her for a teenage girl like Rosie to be hanging around with two older guys. She must have gotten the wrong impression.
"Of course not, Miss…Sharon." Rosie said brightly as she quickly skimmed over her name tag. "I have my brothers here with me."
"Brothers?" the woman asked.
"Yeah, those two that just left." Rosie said nodding at the doors. "It was my birthday yesterday and their present was taking me on a road trip, just the three of us."
"I was so excited, I hardly slept at all last night!"
Sharon let go of her wrist, looking her over with careful suspicion. "You don't really look that much alike..." she pointed out.
"Well, yeah, they're my stepbrothers." Rosie explained. "My biological dad died when I was really little, and a while after that, my mom remarried, and I got two awesome big brothers out of it."
"Really, what's your stepfather's name?" the clerk asked, still not sounding too convinced.
"John." She answered without missing a beat. "He's a mechanic from Lawrence."
"Rosie," she heard Dean call, "let's go."
"Bye, nice talking to you." Rosie said, standing up before Sharon could say anything else.
She ran up to Dean, hugging his right arm. "Come on big bro, let's go find a restaurant, I'm starving." She said.
"Uh…why're you-gaah!" Rosie pinched his arm from under the sleeve of his jacket to cut him off from blowing the cover she provided and then let out a laugh as though he had acted out something funny that happened earlier.
"Let's just go, and I'll tell you about it later." She whispered under her breath through a smile
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Dean had gotten a good laugh when Rosie finally explained to him and Sam what was said between her and the clerk when they made it to the restaurant, and even better, they both praised her for coming up with a cover story as quick as she did. To which Rosie felt a bit happy and proud all through the entire meal.
But once their stomachs were full and they paid their tab, the three of them made their way back to the motel.
"Dibs on a bed." Sam instantly said as he tossed one of his bags on the mattress. That left only one more for Rosie and Dean to decide which one of them would get it.
"Rock, paper, scissors you for it." Dean said, holding out a fist. He seemed so smug about it, but Rosie only gave a shrug, accepting his challenge and holding out her own fist.
She already had a pretty good idea what he would go for.
One, two, three, and sure enough Rosie used rock as Dean brought scissors to the table. "Oh, always with the scissors Dean," Rosie said with a smile, call it stealing, but she always wanted to have the chance to say that.
"Hey! You already knew my best move! That's cheating!" Dean stated, pointing an accusing finger at her. "Best two outta three!"
"No way!" Rosie laughed, pulling the covers up only to instantly drop them with a shrill scream as she backed up into the wall.
"What?! What's wrong?" Sam asked as he and Dean went on the alert. They expected to find something in the sheets, blood or anything else that would only belong somewhere on, or in, a body, but they were clean.
Looking back at Rosie, they noticed that she wasn't even looking at the bed, but above it. When they followed her gaze, Dean was the first speak.
"Are you kiddin' me?!" the elder Winchester demanded with an bemused, and rather irritated, tone. "It's Moths? Really?"
Rosie's face flushed with embarrassment at having her biggest fear found out, but she kept her eyes trained on the fluttering insect just in case it tried to fly closer to her.
"It's a thing I have okay?! I've been afraid of moths ever since I was four!" She snapped. "Now please either kill it, or get it out!"
Dean rolled his eyes, but he stepped onto the mattress, and after a few misses, he finally caught it in his hands. But instead of going to the door, or letting it out the window like a gentlemen, the mischievous smirk that appeared on his face left Rosie wondering why she ever thought he'd be that nice.
"Dean, no, Dean!" Rosie warned as he came closer and closer with the little, white winged bug. "I'm serious! Don't bring- DEAN!"
She gave a cry when he suddenly lunged his hands towards her face and chased her around the room until she finally ran behind Sam, placing him in front of her as a shield.
"Sam! Make him stop!"
"Dean, come on, knock it off." Sam said, holding up an arm to keep his brother at bay so he wouldn't get sandwiched between the two of them.
"Alright, alright," Dean said, heading over to the door and letting the insect fly outside.
Once Rosie saw that it was gone, she stepped out from behind Sam, giving him a grateful expression before sending Dean a glare. "Punk!" she mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear it.
"Wuss." The elder retorted.
"Alright, stop." Sam said. "Dean, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so we need to do some research and then get some sleep."
"Right."
"Well, don't wait up, Rosie, we'll be a while." Dean said as he grabbed his pack and an extra blanket and went to set them on the couch.
"Oh I don't think so, I'll be taking the couch. The bed's all yours." Rosie said, snatching the blanket out of his hands. "I'm not crawling into any bed that might have nasty moth larvae in the sheets!"
She plopped down on the cushions, facing away from the two brothers and listening as they set up on the table in the small motel kitchen.
They didn't say anything to her for a while, and just as she relaxed enough fall asleep, a comment from Dean made her inwardly growl.
"So does this mean you're afraid of butterflies too?"
"…They're just glorified moths to me." Rosie answered curtly. "Now shut up and let me go to sleep."
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"Rosie, c'mon! We're losing daylight." Dean said, pulling at the blankets. "It's time to get up."
Rosie only let out a moan, pulling the blankets out of Dean's grip and back over her head before snuggling deeper into the cushions.
"Alright, fine!" the elder brother said, giving up. "Sam, I'm gonna go to the gas station up the street and fill up the car, she better be ready to go by the time I get back."
Rosie heard him stomp out the door, closing it with a loud 'bang!', and inwardly rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she brought a lot of stuff with her, all she would literally need to do is just slip on her shoes and she'd be all set. Plus, she could still hear Sam getting his things put together, so she still had a few extra minutes.
Maybe she'd get up once he was finished...
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Rosie stirred a little when she suddenly started to feel a slight tickle on her cheeks, so she waved her hand over her face and scratched the itch it left behind.
But then it came back, much to her irritation and she made herself finally open her eyes.
Her eyes widening when she found herself staring at something large sitting on her chest that looked like it had huge white moth wings.
She let out a scream, flailing and slapping at it haphazardly as her feet pushed her over the arm of the couch.
"Aw, you don't like the present I got ya, Rosie?" Dean asked, "I saw 'Jerry' here at the store, and he made me think of you."
Rosie looked at the thing on the floor, it looked like a butterfly beanie-baby that was covered in something white. Some of it was on her shirt and hands, and when she smelled it, she found that it was baby powder. He actually bought a stupid beanie-baby, and then took the time to cover it with baby powder just to scare her.
"Now come on, up 'n at 'em, we gotta go."
Rosie just glared at him, a fire blazing within her blue eyes. She didn't mind it when people would tease her here and there, and could handle annoying pet names perfectly fine, but when people would actually go out of their way to play practical jokes on her phobia…..
That was the last straw!
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When they made it to the restaurant, Rosie told Sam what she wanted to order if the waitress happened to show up while she was in the bathroom trying to clean off the white powder that clung to her black shirt.
Dean gave her no time to even try and wash them off with a wet rag and she wasn't too happy with him about it.
But here she could take her time to try and wipe away as much of the powder as she could.
She managed to get most of it off, but there were still faded white spots smeared on the fabric. So she decided to keep her hoodie on until she could use a proper washing machine.
Leaving the Bathroom, she spotted Sam and Dean in a booth table near a window, and made her way towards them.
"All clean now?" Dean asked from his spot beside Sam, grinning at her.
"Barley, no thanks to you." Rosie grumbled, sliding into the seat across from them.
"Shouldn't be getting mad at me, princess," Dean said. "Bobby may tolerate you sleeping in 'til noon, but that's not gonna fly with us."
"If you got up when I told you to, it would've never even happened."
Rosie just rolled her eyes, not believing a word. It never would have happened if he didn't find out was her fear was in the first place!
At that point, the waitress came by with two platters that consisted of fried eggs, toast and bacon and placed them before Rosie and Sam.
"Where's yours Dean?"
"Still cooking."
"He ordered off the lunch menu." Sam said.
"You're having a burger for breakfast?" Rosie asked, scrunching her nose a bit. "How can you stomach something that greasy so early in the morning?"
"It's almost ten, Moth girl, it's not even that early." Dean told her. "So quit acting like a sour puss and pipe down and eat your eggs."
Rosie shot him a glare at the name, but Dean paid no attention to it as he looked around to see if the waitress was coming around with his order.
When he saw that she wasn't, he suddenly stood up from the booth, "Okay, I'll be right back, guys." Dean said as he walked off towards the restrooms.
Once he disappeared inside the men's room Rosie gave an irritated sigh and slouched over her plate as she popped the yolk on one of her eggs. She had a bad head ache from this morning.
"Hey, try not to get so worked up about the prank before, Rosie." Sam suddenly said. "He just likes to get a rise out of people.
"Well, he certainly did manage to get a rise." Rosie said with a scowl. "And one of these days it's gonna turn around and bit him in the-"
"Oh, where did he run off to?" the waitress asked, with Deans' order in hand. Seeing it, Rosie suddenly had a thought come to her, and she gave a small grin.
"He's in the rest room." Sam told her.
"Okay, then I'll just bring this back to keep it warm for him."
"Oh he shouldn't be too much longer, you can just leave it here," Rosie suddenly said with an overly sweet smile. "We'll be sure he gets it…"
Sam raised a brow at how Rosie said that, but he shrugged it off as he moved over his own plate so the waitress could set down Dean's bacon burger and his cup of cola.
And as soon as she left, Rosie suddenly began to hum, reaching over and picking up Deans cola.
"Uh, Rosie?"
She just continued to hum, popping the lid off the soda and reaching over to pick up the bottle of tobacco sauce. And after the unscrewed the lid to the bottle, she added a large amount of sauce into the brown carbonated beverage.
Then, after she stirred it all in with the straw and put the lid back on, she took the salt shaker and Deans water glass, unscrewing the lid and dumping about half of the shaker into the water before stirring it in with her spoon
Finally, after it was all said and done, she put up the items and placed both of the drinks back where Dean left them and settled back in her seat, taking a sip of her milk and eating her breakfast as though she didn't do a single thing.
Sam was at a loss for words, and when Dean finally came back, he found he didn't even have the ability to warn him as his brother gave a smile, rubbing his hands together as he prepared to eat. "Let's dig in!" the unsuspecting sibling said, picking up his soda and taking a large sip.
Only to nearly choke when it set his whole mouth on fire.
Dean frantically spit out the liquid and grabbed his water, taking a huge gulp to cool the burn, but he gagged on that as well from how salty it was.
Instantly, he suspected Sam of sabotaging his drinks as he was sitting right beside him. "Dude!" he started angrily, but before he could even say 'what the hell?!' Rosie calmly offered her own water glass.
Dean stared at her, shocked, but his burning mouth compelled him to slowly take the glass from her hand. And it was after he drank the whole thing that Rosie finally decided to say something.
"You found an opportunity to play a mean prank on me, just like I did right now." She said in an even tone. "Be thankful I decided to leave your burger alone."
"I like a good prank just as much as the next guy, Dean." she started as her fingers laced together over the table. "But I don't take practical jokes that play on my mottephobia particularly well…"
"It's cruel, and this was simple payback for doing it at the motel."
"Now, since I don't intend to be any part of a prank war, I suggest that we call a truce, enjoy our meals, and never tease, or use, my fear of moths for your own amusement again."
"Because compared this, I have a choice few of very nasty pranks in store for you should the need to powder up a beanie-baby ever comes back again."
"So…truce?"
She held up a hand to which Dean hesitantly took.
"Okay," He said as they gave a firm shake. "No problem."
Rosie nodded in thanks and then sat back in her seat. "Excuse me, Miss?" she called the waitress.
"Could we get another cola, please?"
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John Wayne Rules!
Nothing against Clint Eastwood, the guy's a great actor, played good parts in movies that I love. But there's just something about him that...I don't know, I just wouldn't want to meet him in person myself. :/
I just wanted to do a chapter that was about Rosie, Sam and Dean getting a feel for each other And I thought it would be funny to have this kind of interaction between Dean and Rosie where he found out a fear of hers that he would never have guessed she would have and then try to play with it.
I'm friends with people who have this fear, and they don't think it's ridiculous at all and I never tease them for it, but it still baffles me. I can understand a fear of birds and snakes, etc, I actually have a fear of spiders because things like that have the potential to inflict serious harm.
But moths and butterflies? O.o
I've never really heard of people getting hurt because of them unless it was self-inflicted in their frenzied attempt to get away from it. I kid you not, I've had someone almost jumped from a moving vehicle because a moth happened to fly in through their opened window.