New Case

"Hurry up." Dean yelled.

We were leaving for another case and Sam was taking forever. Dean was becoming impatient.

"I'm coming." Sam yelled back getting into the back seat.

Rose pulled out her vibrating phone and answered it.

Phone conversation

"Hello." Rose said turning the music down.

"Hey Rosey." Lucas greeted.

"Hey baby boy. How are you doing?" Rose asked smiling.

"Good it's my first day of school. Mom's really happy to." He beemed.

"I'm glad. Dean and Sam say hi."

"Tell Dean led zelpin rules." Lucas called with pride.

"Luca said zelpin rules." Rose laughed.

"Thata boy." Dean hollered.

"Well I got to go Rosey but I will call you tomorrow." Luca said handing up not long after.

"I love that boy." Rose sighed putting her phone away.

"I think you'd be a good mom." Sam confessed smiling at her.

"Thanks Sammy." She smiled sighing." I'd love to be a mom some day but not right now. "

"Wouldn't we all. Not be a mom but you know settle down and everything." Dean said slightly flustered.

"Are you trying to tell us your a women Dean?" Rose asked laughing.

"I promise you I'm a man. I could show you off you wanted." Dean offered.

Rose started laughing harder. Sam hit Dean upside the head glaring at him.

"So what are we looking at?" Rose asked trying to control her laughter.

"Not sure yet. Guy died of a stroke his eyes were gone." Dean stated.

"Hmm that's interesting." Rose said pressing a finger to her lips.

"Yeah and she going and checking out out." Dean stated.

Rose laced her fingers in Dean's. Dean smiled rubbing his thumb across her skin.

Two and a half hours later Dean and Rose had switched seats. He was tired so here let Rose drive. Now they held hands as both boys slept and Rose drove. Rose looked at both boys who looked so innocent sleeping. Like they'd never had anything bad happen. Like they didn't kill creatures that hurt people. The motel was another half an hour away.

"Where are we?" Sam asked in a groggy voice.

"Where almost to a motel close to where the murder happened." Rose told him.

"Okay. Hey Rose?" Sammy asked tentatively.

"Yes Sammy?" She asked.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked looking away.

Rose knew exactly what he was talking about.

Rose sighed." Right now not really. Especially since your brothers in the general fasinity. But sooner or later we will have to talk about it."

"Okay." Sammy agreed.

Once they reached the motel Dean slowly woke up.

"Were at the motel?" Dean asked shifting his head on the window.

"Yes we are." She answered laughing softly.

"What are you smiling about?" Dean asked Sam getting out of the car.

"I get to sleep with Rose tonight." Sam smiled.

"No." Dean yelled wrapping his arms around Rose's waist.

He nuzzled his head into her neck. He breathed in her scent sleepily. She smelt like vanilla, cherries and mint. It was a nice smell.

"Yep." Sam laughed pulling Rose away from Dean.

Sam picked up Rose letting her wrap her legs around his waist. Dean glared at Sammy.

"But princess." Dean whined.

"It's your brothers turn buttercup. You got two nights." Rose said finalizing it.

Dean just pouted. Sam turned around sticking his tongue out at Dean.

"Did you see that he just stuck his tongue out at me." Dean said pouting at Sam.

"I did no such thing." Sam countered trying not to smile.

"Will you two knock it off." Rose said.

Sam smiled and Dean pouted crossing his arms. Sam walked to the front desk after swinging Rose from his front to his back.

"Hey um were are going to need a bedroom with two beds please." Sam asked squeezing my thigh.

"Yes certainly. You are a lovely couple by the way. Your kids must be so cute." She gushed clicking art her computer.

"We don't have kids." Sam said his face turning bright red.

"Were not dating either." Rose stated.

"You can't hide it from me. You may not have kids but you are most definetly dating." She said handing us our key.

Sam got two shades redder as he took the keys and left.

"Why's Sammy all red?" Dean asked.

"Tell you later." Rose whispered.

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