I Survived FINALS!

Sorry About The Delay, I Was Spending The Last Week Being Very Lazy.

And Changing Some Things That Are To Come In Rome.

It Doesnt Have To Make Sense Right Now.

Point Of The Matter, I Posted.

See A/N At The End.

Rome was ready to throw the priceless decoder out the window; it was not helpful. Normally her backwards thinking lead to two things; complete and utter genius, or complete and utter uselessness and right now it was leaning towards uselessness. "Well, if I ever needed to make up my own language, I think I have succeeded." she huffed as she closed her research notebook and looked over to Cas who seemed as lost as she was.

"You are aware that none of this makes sense."

What do you mean?" Rome pushed herself off her bed and walked over to Cas at the table. She leaned over him, reading what he had translated. "Oh, wow."

"I told you." Cas let the papers fall to the table. "I am not good at this."

"Then what did you do when you were in heaven? Exist?"

Cas looked at her, wondering why this human was challenging her, why she was always challenging him. "No, I did my duty,"

"Which was what exactly?"

He stared at her, but it was obvious that she was not letting up on the subject. "Well this wasn't my area of expertise."

"Then what was? What did you do up in heaven as a big ball of light?"

"I wasn't a big ball of light." Rome stared at him. "My job was watching."

"Watching?"

"Yes, watching."

"For what?"

"Are you going to stop interrogating me?"

Rome smiled widely and shook her head. "Nope."

"This was not something I was good at."

"I can tell. So what you can go do is look over these." She handed him her notebook. "And figure out what language it is."

"That's all?"

Rome nodded. "I will work on the translations."

"I think that's a better idea." Rome simply nodded and walked out back over to her bed and started looking at what Cas had been working on, wondering when the hell this was all going to come together.

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Dean jumped slightly when someone knocked on the door; Dean stood from the bed and walked over to the door, gun in hand. He looked out the peep hole, smiling when he saw it was someone from room service with a roll cart of food. Dean quickly put the gun on his waist band and opened the door. "Oh you have come at the right time." He said as the room service man pushed the cart in the room and smiled at him.

"Have a good night sir." And left the room without another word.

Dean walked over to the bed, shaking Sam's bed, waking him up. "Mmm?"

"Food is here Sam."

"Ten more minutes." he grumbled before falling back asleep; Dean couldn't help but laugh at his brother; this reminded them of when they were younger and it was his job to get Sam up in the morning.

Dean decided to let Sam sleep and walked over to Rome's adjoining door and knocked lightly. "Come in."

Dean opened the door and found Rome laying on her bed, looking at a document upside down. "Does that really work?"

"Well, if I stare long enough it looks like chicken scratch."

"I'll take that as a no."

Rome nodded as she sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "Wow, that was quick."

"You want dinner?"

"I'll be in over in a second." Dean nodded as he turned to leave the room, looking back at Cas for a moment; the angel seemed more out of place than usual. He had taken his long trench coat off and even had undid a couple of buttons on his shirt.

"You and Cas playing games in here?" he asked as Rome rolled her eyes.

"Nope, but I figured over worked business man looks less memorable than holy tax accountant." she said with a smile as she grabbed a hoodie and followed Dean out of the room.

Rome joined Dean at the table as he placed the plate in front of her. "Sam still out?" she asked softly as he nodded.

"He used to do the same thing when we were kids." Rome smiled at him. "What?" he asked as he took a bite of his burger; it was perfect, as usual Rome ordered for him perfectly.

"Nothing its just, going to sound like creepy fan girl again,"

Dean swallowed. "Rome, I'm pretty used to the idea that Chuck's books doesnt top where you came from."

Rome sighed. "I liked seeing you and Sam when you were kids. We didn't get to see it much, but it was clear how much you love your brother. It was sweet, also made me want to hit Sam."

He looked at her confused. "Why?"

"When he had left for college, the way he did it, I get he had to be independent, but he also didn't and I don't think he ever will understand everything that you sacrificed to raise him." Dean just stared at her. "Like I said, if you want me to explain something, I'm going to sound crazy."

"No, its um, okay."

Rome shook her head. "I obviously made you uncomfortable."

"No, really, its just, I don't think any ever looked at it like that before."

"Well, where I come from, there are millions of fangirls who back what I just said."

This got him to laugh. "One of these days, I'll just go there."

"You would get tired of sex within two days."

Dean laughed. "I doubt it."

Rome just nodded. "Kay, cause all of those girls I just mentioned, would want to bang you."

Dean raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Rome nodded. "Yep. They are dedicated."

Dean looked down at his burger, grabbing a fry. "What about you?" He noticed Rome blush and wondered if he had crossed a line he shouldn't have.

"Well, despite knowing you through the show like a crazy obsessed person, I don't sleep with people I don't know personally."

"But you would have?"

Rome smiled. "You're ego is about to go up, but have you seen you? The answer is pretty obvious."

Dean chuckled and smirked. "Oh yeah, I'm the man."

"You're also a man with ketchup all down the front of his shirt." Dean looked down and cursed. He quickly walked over to the bathroom, when he tired to pull his shirt off, he was reminded that his ribs were wrapped and killing him.

Rome rolled her eyes as she walked into the bathroom, wordlessly pushed Dean over to the toilet, closed the lid and sat him down. "Arms up, slowly this time." Dean seeing no other way of getting out of his shirt without really hurting himself, did as Rome told him to and slowly lifted his arms.

Rome, thinking about something else chuckled for a moment, catching Dean's attention. "You think this is funny?" Rome smiled as she turned towards the sink and let the water run till it was cold. "No, its just, I just got you into this shirt, its like your five."

"More like four." he said with his charming smile, causing her to laugh again.

"Good point. Four." Rome placed the shirt under the cold stream of water and gently began to rub the ketchup out of the shirt. "Grab another shirt if you want."

"Why? A man cant go shirtless in his own hotel room?"

Rome chuckled. "You just want to show your perky nipples off."

Dean stared at her. "Oh come on, that had to be, hands down one of the funniest and most random things you've said, ever."

Dean stood and looked in the mirror, smiling at himself. "I do have perky nipples."

"Uh huh. If you chose to wear a shirt again and you get food on it, your stuck in it this time."

"Then I wont wear one."

"Whatever." Rome rung the shirt out and hung it on the towel rack before returning to her dinner.

Rome was thankfully used to seeing Dean without a shirt, but it still didn't mean that she was extremely tempted to look. Sitting across from him didn't help, so instead she thought about the language puzzle that was going to drive her to the loony bin if she didn't figure it out, then again, she might just need to take a trip there.

"You okay?" Dean asked when he noticed she had stopped eating and was staring into space.

Rome shook her head, clearing her mind. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking."

"I could tell," Dean pointed to his ears. "I think there's steam coming out."

Rome rolled her eyes. "Its just these stupid documents. I'm particularly obsessed with languages, how they started, evolved and its kind of pissing me off that I cant figure it out."

"Would it make you feel better that people with PhD's cant figure it out."

Rome thought for a moment. "Actually yeah, that does kind of help. Thanks."

"No problem." he said as he finished his burger and sighed in content.

Rome looked around then back at Dean. "Do you know what time it is?" Dean looked at his watch. "Five to seven, why?" he asked as she bolted from her chair, grabbing the remote off his bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, but I have been deprived of this for too long." she said as she turned the TV on and turned the station. Dean nearly groaned when he saw what she put on, then again she was smiling again so he wasn't going to whine, much. "Really?"

"Shh. Dr. Reid is taking." Now it was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. "When this is over, we can watch Dr. Sexy MD okay."

Dean looked at her shocked. "How the hell-"

"I don't sleep at night Dean. I'm like Santa Claus, I know what you're watching when you think everyone is sleeping."

"Everything?" he mused as she turned and looked at him with a smirk.

"I bought you Busty Asian Beauties, didn't I?" she asked before turning back to the screen. "Hello extremely hot nerd boy, can I have your genius babies?" she mumbled before grabbing a pillow and laying on the bed with the pillow tucked under her chin; Dean had the feeling he wasn't getting a shirt on for a while, or at least till there was a commercial break.

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He watched as Rome looked at the grizzly crime scenes without blinking and once again, he was brought back to the idea that he honestly did not know anything about Rome, not really at least. He knew that she was sincere in caring about himself, Sam and even Bobby, but honestly there were things about her that just seemed off sometimes, seemed as if they did not fit who she says she is.

"Oh come on, it's a house cleaner guys. Goodness and they call you guys smart." Rome muttered as a commercial break came up. She sat up and looked at Dean, smiling slightly when she realized he was covered in goose bumps. "You know, if you were really that cold, you could have put a button up on."

Dean flashed a smile. "But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of your assistance." Rome rolled her eyes as she walked over to his bag and bent over as she looked through it.

Dean couldn't help it and checked her out before mentally slapping himself, reminding himself that this was Rome, not a potential good time. But he couldn't help but admit to himself; she did have a nice ass.

Rome walked over to him, a flannel shirt in hand. "Before you freeze to death." She said dramatically as she helped him put his arms through the holes and even started buttoning it for him and for some reason, Dean let her.

Maybe it was because he lacked a mother figure or some other psychological reason, whatever it was, he knew he had missed out on being taken care of, instead he spent his life taking care of his brother, his dad and even total strangers. "So, nerd boy eh? He asked as she smiled, blushing slightly.

"Can't help it. He carries a gun and is a genius."

"I carry a gun and I'm a genius." Sam muttered from his bed, causing Rome and Dean to look up, both laughing.

"Oh Sammy, I do not doubt your intelligence, but can you read 20,000 words a minute, have an eidetic memory or an IQ of 187?"

Sam thought for a moment and shook his head. "Is there food?"

Rome laughed again as she turned towards the table and grabbed Sam's dinner. "You gonna get out of bed for it?"

"Do I have to?"

Rome thought for a moment. "Nah." She said as she bought it over to him, handing him his breakfast as he sat up slowly. "Good nap?" she asked as he nodded tiredly and dug into his dinner.

Dean was about to say something when the show came back on and Rome jumped back onto the bed and laid back down to watch it. He rolled his eyes as he looked over to Sam. "Cop procedural show."

"Don't call it that. And if you keep talking, I'm going to duck tape your mouth shut."

"I dare you too." Rome reached under the bed and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Not an empty threat." She said as she cocked her head at the screen; Reid was being propositioned by every prostitute they talked to.

"Where did you get the tape?" Dean asked as he looked at the screen; it reminded him of a horror movie he had seen once, Hostel he thought it was called. "Magic trick, now shh. She has to get back to her daughter Sheila-May." She said as she got lost in the show.

Dean looked over at Sam who merely shrugged, making a face when his shoulder screamed in pain. "You okay Sam?" Rome asked without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Peachy."

"Kay." Dean knew she was lost to them till the show went on commercial again. Remembering his own dinner, Dean sat back at the table and finished his burger, not wanting to admit that he was now intrigued by the show. Then again it was the FBI who had been on his tail for so long and had "profiled" him as a serial killer.

Rome laughed at something awkward that Reid did before she stopped moving completely; she knew there was something wrong. She couldn't explain how she knew something was wrong, but she knew something was not right. She sat up and looked around; Sam was still working on his dinner and Dean was watching the show out of the corner of his eye, pretending he wasn't.

This would have made her smile if she wasn't so worried about the feeling twisting in her gut. Dean looked over at her, realizing Rome was too still. "Ro?" She said nothing as she walked over to the adjoining door, after peeking inside and not seeing Cas, she knew there was something wrong.

"What's up?" he asked, getting Sam's attention as well.

"I don't know," Rome looked around, as if confused. She rubbed her stomach, as if trying to work out the knots when she began to understand the feeling. "Start packing. Don't ask why, just, there's something wrong." Rome said nothing more as she went back to her room and in a fury started packing up everything as quick as possible, making sure she didn't leave one trace of herself or her things behind.

When Rome walked back into the boys room, they too were packing. "You gotta tell us what's going on." Sam said as Rome shook her head.

"I told you. I don't know. It's just," Rome shook her head; it was upsetting her that she didn't understand this feeling completely and that she looked as if she was lying to them again.

Rome started to help them pack up when Cas appeared, looking worse for wear. Rome ran over to him. "Cas are you-"

"No time to talk. Please tell me you're all packed." Dean and Sam stared at him, then to Rome.

Rome nodded. "I don't know why but, I told them to start-"

"Good, Dean, Sam, come here." Cas held out his hand and waited; Dean knew what was coming and he hated this part. "You three first and then your things. Don't worry."

"My car-"

"Don't worry." The only problem with Cas using that phrase was the fact that no one believed him, no matter how much they wanted to.

Rome held onto Cas's hand tightly as Dean and Sam joined them, a moment later they were in another hotel room. Rome looked around and knew the lap of luxury was over, this was not a hotel room, but a crappy motel room; at least it was nice while it lasted.

Cas said nothing as he disappeared again and Dean was praying Cas was getting his car. Rome stood there, as if in some kind of shock as she went through the last couple of minutes; nothing was making sense.

She knew angels could communicate with humans and visa versa, in fact she had communicated with Cas before, but he wasn't even sure how that had worked, but that wasn't it; she did not hear Cas, nor did the warning she felt feel like Cas at all, she still could not explain it.

Sam and Dean were staring at Rome, trying to figure things out as well, but they could both tell that Rome was just as lost as they were. Cas appeared a moment later, holding all of there bags. "Your car is in the parking lot. Be very cautious from now on."

"Cas, what the hell is going on?" Dean asked as Cas sighed then shook his head.

"Its best that none of you know, not till I can make some sense of this." Dean was about to start interrogating him to get answers when Cas turned to Rome.

"One of the theories we've been working on, its true. Tell them," Cas looked at Dean and Sam. "I'm sorry I cant be here to explain it." He looked back to Rome. "Do not contact me unless you figure it out. The less we all talk the better." Rome did not argue, she nodded and hugged Cas; he stiffen, not being used to being touched and patted her arm. "Be careful." He said as he looked at her, Rome nodding.

Cas looked to the brothers, "All of you, be careful. I mean it."

"Cas, you have to-" And like that, he was gone.

I Know.

A'int That A Bitch, Or Me A Bitch For Ending It There.

But I Had To.

You Know, The Grand Scheme Of Things.

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