Hi guys. Hope you like this chapter. Okay I wish to explain the reason for my odd sense of humour within this chapter so here goes: I am British. Until I went to the SPN con in Britain I never really realised there was much difference between British and American bacon, but apparently there is. At Asylum 13 this caused great amusement at one of the panels and as I have made my OC British I just had to get this in somewhere, so hope you like it and don't think I am too crazy.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't known Supernatural, nor the idea of a conversation about bacon.
Rose had finally pulled herself out of bed and had a shower. She couldn't be weak like this, she needed to be strong enough to complete the trials, but seriously, how the hell did Sam make it seem not so bad. And this was only after the first trial. The next would make it even worse. Great. But, she thought. I have started so I'll finish.
Going downstairs she entered the livingroom to find Sam, Bobby and Gabriel sitting in silence.
"Hey, what's with the quiet? Someone dying or something?" she asked with a smirk on her face as she made her way to the chair and sat down.
"Oh ha ha very funny. I may have accepted that you are doing the trials kiddo, but I'm still not there for the dark humour." Gabriel replied studying her over the top of his lolly.
"Not sorry. Plus you gotta laugh right? Doesn't it make you live longer?" Was Rose's replying causing Sam to snigger and bobby to rolls his eyes with a "Idjits" spoken to all present in the room.
"So where's the rest of the family." Rose asked looking around.
"Dean has gone to get you your favourite food and took Cas and Isobel with him." Sam replied.
"Really? Does Dean even know my favourite food?"
"No we think he'll probably just come back with lots of pie."
"That sounds about right. But if we're talking about food. I could really do with a bacon sandwich," she smiled sweetly at Gabriel who rolled his eyes and clicked his fingers.
"One bacon sandwich, containing British bacon and mayonnaise. Which if you ask me is just wrong." He said looking at the woman across from him who was busy picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. "Ummm" she said closing her eyes, startling Sam with the noises she was making as they were so similar to the ones Dean made when eating burgers.
"Really? Sex noises over bacon?" Gabriel asked with a roll of his eyes causing Rose to open her own and smirk at him.
"Not just bacon Gabriel, British back bacon. The best bacon in the world." Was her response and Sam saw the first real smile to grace Gabriel's face that morning, lightening the feel of the room. Sam didn't want it to go back so decided to join the conversation.
"What's so different about that bacon and the stuff you get over here?" he asked. At this Gabriel groaned as Rose sat forwards. "Well…" she said and then proceeded to explain the differences, in great detail and with much laughter.
Dean expected to return to a sombre house. He was therefore rather taken back when he opened the door to be greeted with raucous laughter. Following the noise he entered the livingroom to see Gabriel actually rolling round on the floor and Sam with tears streaming down his face, even bobby was smirking down at the book he was pretending to read. He turned to the only one not in hysterics to ask.
"What the hell is so funny?" Rose smiled up to him and replied with one word. "Bacon."
"Hu?"
"Don't worry Dean, it's one of those have to be there moments, so what did you buy?" Sam asked from the sofa getting himself under control.
"Pie. Everyone love pie right?"
"Yes Dean. Everyone loves pie." Sam responded. Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother, trying to think of a response for Sam's obvious attempt at humouring him but he decided to be adult about it and let it go (or more likely he couldn't think up a reply) and turned to Rose.
"So you're feeling better?" he asked not meeting her eyes.
"Yes thanks." Rose smiled up at him.
"Well we got you some chocolate as well. I'll put it all in the kitchen." "Thanks" Rose said again, trying to get Dean to look her in the eye. He looked around at everyone in the room but her.
"Well I'm going outside to work on one of the cars." He finally said and then turned swiftly and left.
"What was that all about?" Rose asked as the door shut behinds him.
"I believe Dean is having a hard time accepting the outcome of resent events." Castiel replied bring Isobel to Rose.
"I'll go talk to him." Sam said getting up from the sofa and making his way to the door. Just as he reached it he heard Rose ask "did you have a nice time with your daddy's Isobel?" he turned to see the girl look up to her mum smile and nod. And somewhere in his heart he understood what his brother was going through in accepting all this after all they never had a mother either.
Sam found his brother out by the garage tinkering with one of the cars there.
"Hey Dean."
"What do you want Sammy?" Came the reply from under the hood of a blue Toyota.
"I want to talk."
"Bit busy right now, can't we do this later?"
"No Dean we can't. You can't just ignore her and hope that stops you from feeling, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about. "
"Oh come on Dean. She's our sister and she is dying." Sam responded running his hand through his hair.
"Since when do you care that she's our sister Sammy? It's not like you have tried to get to know her." Dean said pulling himself away from the car and turning to his brother.
"I know haven't okay. I've been dealing with my own shit. But I understand what you're going through Dean." He said softly.
"No Sam you don't have a freaking clue."
"Then explain it to me." Sam replied exasperatedly.
"Why Sam? Give me on good reason." Dean argued back.
"Cos I'm your brother and when this is over I'm the only one you're going to have left." Sam yelled at him.
Dean slowly wipes his hand on a rag as he thought about what to say to that. He really didn't want to get into a fight with his brother but he had just reminded him of the one thing he was trying to avoid thinking about. He didn't do emotions and all that chick-flick crap, that was Sammy territory not his. So he wiped his hand and gathered all that his brother's sentence had released inside him and put it back in its box.
"I'm aware of that Sam but it doesn't mean that we have to have a talk about it."
"Tell me Dean, if you don't talk to me who are you going to talk too? Cos I'm not stupid. I know that when Cas leaves you will be losing your best friend, the person you do talk too. Just as I know that when Rose is dead you are going to take in her daughter. I know you Dean and you won't leave any member of this family out in the cold. But man that's a big thing, taking on the responsibility of raising a child. It's going to change your life. I want to help but I can't do that if you don't talk to me about it." Sam pleaded with his brother to understand where he was coming from, watching him set the rag down and lean against the car as if he has been defeated. Finally he looked up to the sky and spoke.
"How am I going to do it Sam? How am I going to be not just her uncle or father figure but her mother too? I mean, what do I know about raising a child and giving her the normal life she deserves, hell that only thing I'm good at is killing monsters. How do I do it Sammy?"
"You take it one day at a time and ask for help. You know that Bobby and I'll be there for both you and Isobel. Though out of the three of us you probably have the most experience of raising a children. You'll be fine Dean. All a child really needs is love, and you already have that for her."
"But how do I shoulder it Sam. What if I turn into dad?"
"That won't happen Dean." Sam responded with conviction.
"How do you know?"
"Cos you never have, you raised me and you never once treated me like our father did. You are going to be a great parent to that girl, she is lucky to have you." Sam replied leaning next to Dean.
"Yeah? Well I think she's lucky to have you as her other Uncle Sammy. You're grrreat." Dean shoulder bumped his brother and smirked.
Sam rolled his eyes and pushed away from the car. "Okay. Whatever. You coming inside? Let's all go play happy families."
"Yeah fine. Let's go braid your hair." Dean replied moving to lower the hood of the car.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."