Rosalyn woke up suddenly, sitting up in the bed and trying to catch her breath. It was another nightmare. She kept having flashbacks from finding her parents plague her dreams. She was shaking and the anxiety felt like it was never going to go away. It made going back to sleep almost impossible, so she decided to get up and walk around.
It was still pretty early and the guys were still asleep. She wanted to explore the bunker but the place was pretty big and she was kind of worried she'd get lost. She didn't mind getting a little lost, she already felt so lost as it is, but she needed more of a distraction that just wandering around.
She found herself in the kitchen, looking in the fridge and the cabinets to see what was there. She liked to cook and she was pretty good at it. Cooking relaxed her and gave her something else to think about and something to do with her hands. She figured the guys probably didn't make too many meals and maybe making them breakfast would be a way to thank them for helping her.
Dean walked into the kitchen just as she was pulling off the last couple of pancakes. He looked around at the pancakes and the fruit she had put out and he nodded. "Did you get any sleep?"
She smiled weakly. "A little."
"Nightmares or nerves?" He asked.
"Both," She sighed. "I had a nightmare and then nerves kept me awake."
He frowned. "Has that been happening a lot?"
"Yeah, kind of." She said.
"Sam went through the same thing after," He hesitated for a moment. "Well, after your sister."
"Right, he really loved her." She nodded slowly with a frown. "Everyone did, she had that personality that just pulled people in."
"I think you have that in common." He said.
"I was in complete denial after she died." She said. "There was no body, because of the fire, and I was just a kid. It was a pretty hard thing to understand, so I just told myself it wasn't true. I wish I could tell myself my parents aren't true, but I don't think I'll ever get it out of my head."
"It takes time," Dean nodded. "But you'll get there."
"I certainly hope so," She mumbled. "Where's Sam?"
"He's in the shower," He said as he grabbed a plateful of food. "Come on, come eat."
She followed him to the table and sat down with her food. She moved it around, she didn't have much of an appetite. "Are you okay with me being here?" She asked suddenly. "I know it must be weird."
Dean looked at her for moment. "You said something yesterday. You said that Sam was like family to you when he was with Jess. Did you mean that?"
"Yeah, he was pretty much the brother I never had." She nodded. "When Jess died and he left, it kind of felt like he died too."
"Well, I only met your sister the one time but I could tell how much she meant to Sam. Your family became his family and he cares about you, which means I do too. You'll find out that the people in this business become your family pretty fast." He said. "So, don't worry. It's not weird that you're here and you can stay as long as you want to."
"Thanks," She nodded. "I don't think going back to a normal life is an option anymore."
Dean smirked. "Probably not."
Sam came into the room and looked at the food on the table. "What's all this?"
"She cooked, and it's delicious." Dean said before noticing her barely touched food and frowned. "But not that she would know since she's not eating it."
"I'm a slow eater," She mumbled and took a bite. "Besides, I know it's good, I made it."
Sam grinned as he grabbed some food and sat down. "Trying to earn your keep?" He asked.
"That, and I couldn't really sleep." She said. "Besides, I figured you guys probably eat take out way too often and the least I could do is cook for you."
"Feel free to do that anytime." Dean said as he cell rang and he walked away to answer it.
"So, I'm guessing you're not going back to college?" Sam asked.
"Probably not," She shrugged. "I don't think I belong there anymore."
"What about your friends?" He said. "And your boyfriend?"
"We broke up before my parents, and my friends are giving me space." She said. "I don't belong there, I don't belong at home, I don't really belong anywhere right now. I feel pretty alone and kind of lost."
Sam nodded. "I know that feeling."
She smiled weakly. "But you had your brother."
"Yeah, and you have both of us." He said. "You're not alone, Roz."
"I know, and I know you said I could stay and that you're fine with it, but I don't have kind of plan here." She said. "I didn't know who else to call, or where else to go. You're the only one that I know that knows about all of this."
"Rosalyn, stop." Sam put his hands on her shoulders. "We don't just call this the family business because our Dad did it, it's because everyone in this business is family. You don't have to have some explanation for being here or some plan as to how long you're staying. We don't expect that."
"I don't want to be some burden that you have to take care of." She said. "I don't want to impose on your life."
"Take a look around, hunting is my life." He said. "You're not a burden. I know that we haven't seen each other in a long time, but you still mean something to me. Right now, you're alone and you're scared and you're overwhelmed. We can help you with all that, so just let us."
She nodded as she took a breath to calm herself down. "Okay."
"Alright," He nodded back as Dean came back into the room. "What's up?"
"We've got a case." He said as he looked at Rosalyn. "Are you coming?"
"Do you want me to?" She asked.
"You've got to learn some time." He nodded. "Come on kid, let's see what you've got."
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