Third Person*

The night was awkward for the two brothers, who both had their own room to stay in. Rose had put them in one of the four upstairs bedroom while she was in her room on the ground floor. She didn't need sleep of course so she stayed up the whole night meditating. Around three in the morning she finally gave in and went into the living room to do yoga.

Sam woke around five in the morning and decided he needed to go for a run, clear his head. As he bounded down the stairs, neither expected the other to be awake. Rose, in a strange yoga position, looked his way, noticing the running shoes. Sam, with his guard down, was able to appreciate her curves. A slight redness creeped up his neck with the thought.

She didn't even like him, or so he thought. She wouldn't look him in the eye after all. Sam cleared his throat and looked away, even though the image of her in work out gear will be burned into his mind for nights to come. "If you're going for a run, avoid Maple Street." Rose said, with no explanation. All Sam could do was nod as he awkwardly shuffled out the door.

Rose sighed and decided to shower before making breakfast. When Sam came back Rose was in the kitchen making pancakes. Her long unnaturally bright red hair was damp and she was humming to herself. She had on a plain white shirt and jeans. He looked down and her socks didn't match. Giving her and amused grin he sat at the table.

"Everything should be ready soon if you want to get Dean up." Rose stated, flipping one of the pancakes. They both heard a grunt from the doorway to see Dean, looking sleep deprived and angry. He couldn't sleep very well with what he saw as a monster in the same house. With an eyebrow raised at him Rose motioned to the coffee pot that was still steaming from the coffee just being brewed.

None of this settled well with Dean. She was to human like. He didn't understand. He was raised to kill anything that wasn't human. Yet this "monster" was flipping pancakes with one rainbow colored sock and one with what looked like butterflies on it.

"Sausage, bacon, eggs and fruit are already on the table Sam's at." Rose motioned in that direction and sure enough, strawberries and cut bananas along with all the artery clogging bacon, sausage and eggs were on the table in what seemed like mounds. "I know you two should probably consume a lot of calories to do your job so I made quite a bit. Hope it's okay." She shrugged, turning off the stove and placing a giant stack of pancakes on the table. Dean just stared at her.

Sam shrugged and piled his plate with fruit and pancakes. He didn't know why but he trusted her fully. He didn't know anything when it came to this twenty-five year old looking angel-demon hybrid that goes by Rose. Sam didn't know why he had an ache in his chest every time she refused to look at him. He didn't know why he had the strongest desire just for her to look directly in his eyes. He just didn't know.

Rose, on the other hand, was cursing herself for getting lulled into this by her heart. She didn't want this, but at the same time she desperately did. She knew he should choose his own love. Rose never really like the idea of the angels setting up soulmates, but it hurt her to know Sam was stuck with her. She felt he deserved so much better. He deserved to choose, not be bound to her because of a selfish archangel who wanted her for her abilities.

The silence while they ate was almost deafening. Dean was unnerved by Rose not eating. Sam was studying her. Rose though, was looking at the ceiling. She was tuned into "Angel Radio" as Dean had dubbed it. Nothing new was going on so she cut off the connection. "I can help with the vampires by the way. Their nest is in an empty cabin up in the mountains." Rose smiled, looking back at them.

Dean snorted and swallowed his mouthful of bacon. "That's not necessary." He scowled. "Just offering." She shrugged, uncaring. The sooner they left the better. For her anyway. After the brothers ate, they went to pack. Sam was packing slowly, not really wanting to leave. Dean had packed in a rush. He might have a ton of questions for Rose, but she unnerved him and he needed to leave.

When they were packed, Dean was out in the Impala as Sam shuffled awkwardly by the door. "Thanks for everything." Sam smiled, scratching his cheek. "It's no problem Sam. Let me know if you need anything." Rose handed him a card with her number scrawled on it in neat script. They heard a loud, long car horn as Dean leaned into it. "Come on Sammy!" He hollered, more than ready to leave. Sam gave Rose a small smile and left.

"This was for the best." She whispered, knowing she was only lying to herself. His soul probably couldn't take it much longer, but she was hoping he was strong enough and the distance would help. She was wrong. The following weeks there was no contact. Sam was in continuous pain but didn't know why. Of course he couldn't let Dean know though, so he didn't.

~Two Weeks Later~

Rose was absentmindedly doing laundry when she heard her cellphone ringing. She answered it without thinking and was surprised to hear the voice on the other end. "Is this Rose?" She heard Dean's gruff voice. He sounded panicked. "Yeah. What's up Dean?" She asked, dropping the shirt back into the laundry basket. "Somethings up with Sam." He whispered.

That's all she needed to hear. She dropped everything, got the address, and was over there in no time. Sam was sprawled out on what she assumed was Bobby Singer's couch, since that's where Dean said they were. "Can you angel him better?" An older gentleman, presumably Bobby, asked from behind a desk.

"I don't know." Rose frowned, feeling his forehead. There was a loud bang. Bobby turned to see a hole in his wall, Dean's fist perfectly through it. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Dean shouted at her, angry that she couldn't help. At least that's what he thought.

"You guys aren't going to be happy with the answer." She replied, feeling the presence of another angel in the room. One she didn't know. After a bit of silence a disgruntled Bobby grunted. "Well get on with it girl. What's going on?" The old hunter barked out. "He's this way because the bond wasn't formed last time we met. I was hoping he was stronger than this." Rose sighed.

She felt the unseen angel bristle. His wings flared for a second and he was gone. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, thoroughly confused. Bobby grunted in agreement, just as confused. "I was to selfish and terrified to let the bond form. I needed more time. I apologize for my selfishness." Rose bowed her head, sighing. The two hunters stared at her, still confused. "He's been bound to me. He is my soulmate." She grimaced. No one said a word. She was right, they weren't happy.