Upon much consideration I have deemed that Rose will be set up with her original person. So it will be her and Sammy.

Hope you guys are watching or will be watching the new season of supernatural tonight

Rose stirred awake next to Sam. Rose looked up at Sam. His hair was hanging in his face. Rose gently moved the hair out of his eyes. She felt Sammy's arm tighten around her waist bringing her closer.

"Morning." He whispered.

Sam rested his head in Rose's neck.

"Morning to you too." She whispered back.

She began to comb her fingers through his soft hair. Rose enjoyed this. Cuddling with Sam. More than she would admit. She always felt calm but at the same time excited when she was around Sam.

"We should probably get back to Dean. He'll be worried." Sam whispered.

"I'm not ready to see him yet. I forgive him but it still hurts to be called a mistake. I care about Dean and have feelings for him," Rose whispers the next part, " not like the ones for you but non the less it still hurt. He opened up old wounds Sammy. "

"You like me?" Sam asks pulling his face out of Rose's neck.

"Out of everything that I just said that's what you get?" Rose laughed.

"No I got all of it but that was what peaked my interest." Sam confirmed." So do you?"

"Yes I like you Sammy." Rose smiled.

"I'm still getting over Jess but I know I like you too." Sam confessed blushing.

Rose groaned burying her face in Sam's chest to hide her growing blush. Sam laughed combing his fingers threw her hair.

"Will you fly me back please?" Sam asked kissing her head.

"Yeah." She whispered sitting up.

Sam followed her motion. Sam held out his hand. Rose smiled letting him pull her up. Rose pulled away.

"One second. I need to give you something." She told him.

She disappeared behind a wall before coming back with something in her hand.

"Here you go." She said holding out her hands.

Sam took what was in her hands. It was a flower. He had no idea what kind of flower but it was a flower. It was a dark red at the bottom but ombred into a dark pink at the top.

"It's very beautiful." Sam smiled.

"It'll never die." Rose informed him.

She took his hand and the next thing he knew they were in front of the motel.

"Thank you." Sam said pulling her into a hug.

"If you need anything just call me okay." She whispered.

Sam pulled away feeling something wet. Rose had tears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Sam asked worried.

"I don't know. Ugh I always get like this when I leave you guys." She said trying to blink away the tears.

"Hey your not leaving us." Sam whispered cupping her face.

"I might as well be. I'm with you guys like twenty four seven." She retorted.

"You can always just come back to being with our annoying butts twenty four seven tomorrow. Make sure your okay. Take some time away from us. It's good for you." Sam informed her.

"Yeah. Yeah." She said burying her face in his chest again.

"Don't yeah yeah me."

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Sam laughed shaking his head. Rose kissed his cheek before disappearing.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." He whispered smiling at the flower.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick. Where's Rose I really need to apologize to her?" He asked smothering me with questions.

"I stayed with Rose last night. She is still there. She forgives you but you opened up old wounds Dean." Sam said calmly.

"I seriously screwed up." He said his head in his hands.

"Everything's fine Dean. She'll be back tomorrow." Sam assured him.

He patted Dean on the back.

Time skip to Becky's house

Sam knocked at the door nervously. Not long after a blonde women came to the door.

"Becky." Sam said excitedly.

"Knock it off with that Becky crap. I'm not a six year old." She laughed pulling him in for a hug." You must be Dean. I'm Becky. "

"Right you are." Dean replied looking her over.

She was hot but was nothing compared to Rose.

"Didn't you say a girl was traveling with you too?" Becky asked looking around.

She more or less completely ignored Dean.

"Yeah her name is Rose. She's not with us at the moment. She has to do something. Rose will be here tomorrow though." Sam explained.

"Oh okay. Well come in." She said stepping out of the doorway.

Becky explained to us how her brother couldn't have committed this crime. She also showed us the security tapes she stole.

"Hey Becky could we get those beers now?" Sam asked.

"Sure." She said getting up.

"And some sandwiches?" Sam added knowing exactly what she'd say.

"This isn't Hooters." She laughed.

"Look at that." Sam said replaying a clip.

He stopped it as his eyes flashed.

"Well that's not normal." Dean whispered.

Sam's pov

The next morning we got up and went to Mark's house. I looked out the door at the barking dog.

"He used to be so sweet." Becky said standing next to me.

"When did he change?" I asked.

"Around the time Mark's house was broken into." She sniffled." I need a second."

"Animals have a strong sense of the paranormal." I whispered to Dean.

"Rose would know what it is she always does." Dean whispered.

"That's why she always gets money." I retorted laughing.

"Yeah." Dean said starting to laugh as well.

We all left, Dean and I heading back to the motel to get some sleep.

I woke up early the next morning.

"Dean." I yelled.

"What?" He yelled grumpily.

"Get up. We need to check something." I yelled back going into the bathroom.

I had just put new boxers on when I heard the fluttering of wings. I looked up to see Rose in the mirror.

"Morning Sa." She stopped mid sentence realizing I was only in boxers.

She covered her growing red face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked fumbling for my pants.

"I brought you guys breakfast. I didn't think you'd be up yet or naked. I thought I'd surprise you with food." She whispered shaking the bag in her hand.

I chuckled softly buttoning my jeans. I walked over to her in one stride. I gripped her small tan hands in mine pulling them away from her face. Her face was a dark cherry red. Her bright blue purple eyes pierced into my brown ones. Her hand reached out to brush against my cheek. I leaned into her soft hand.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your eyes?" She asked in a whisper.

"No." I answered kissing her hands softly.

"They're beautiful. Naturally they're like this warm chocolatey color that reminds me of freshly baked cookies. When your happy or laughing they're more of a honey brown. They seem to have this glow about them. I feel like everything's okay and were not fighting off things most people wouldn't dream about. When your sad or angry they're almost black. Your eyes hold sadness but at the same time they are overflowing with hope and kindness." Rose whispered running her thumb over my cheek.

I laughed softly." I never thought my eyes held that much in them. "

"Well they do." She said trying not to smile.