"I am always going to worry about you. And there is nothing you can do to stop that." Rose stated with a smile. She shifted and rested her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off. She hoped that everything would be okay during the night.
Dean finally woke up then. His eyes were wide and filled with fear. He began to cough. It took him a few a few minutes to catch his breath. Gen looked at her, confused.
Sam rolled his eyes in a joking manner, before putting an arm around her and letting himself doze off gradually. If he had a night terror, which would most likely happen, he'd probably jolt awake. Deciding not to think about it, the male settled down and happily drifted off to sleep.
Mollie saw his fear, and instantly tried to calm him down,"Dean? It was a nightmare, okay? You're okay now." She spoke to him, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. She knew he'd want a little bit of space to catch his breath and get his surroundings, so she didn't hug him.
Rose stayed on the same spot the entire night. She slept happily, not knowing if Sam was having any issues or not. Her mind was filled with happy thoughts of him being back and him still loving her. She was just still ecstatic he was alive.
Dean looked at her and blinked. The fear slowly left his eyes as he gazed at her. He then suddenly pulled her into a tight hug. He put his face in her neck as his tears began to fall. These nightmares were horrible to him.
Sam slept peacefully, surprisingly. Although, who was to say it would last? He slept peacefully, until about four in the morning, when he just woke up. It seemed as though his body was used to waking up early in Hell, and he hadn't broken the habit yet. The Winchester sighed quietly, before reluctantly and cautiously pulling away from Rose, to be sure he didn't wake her. He pulled on clothes and decided to go out and get a hot chocolate from the coffeeshop just down the street. It was open twenty four hours a day, and was surprisingly busy. Seemed like a lot of people couldn't sleep. He returned soon, and silently closed the motel room door shut as he slipped back inside and sat down on the floor near the bed, silently sipping on the hot chocolate. He craved the childish comfort that hot chocolate gave, as it had been a sweet treat from when he was a child.
Mollie's eyes snapped open in surprise, as she was enveloped in a tight hug and the older Winchester began to cry quietly. The auburn haired female wrapped her arms around him,"Hey, it's okay, you're okay." She hushed, running a hand through his hair.
Rose woke up around six. She noticed that the comfort of Sam was not next to her anymore. She rubbed her face then looked around. She hoped that he was okay. She slowly slipped out of the bed. She turned on the light and looked down. She saw him sitting there. She slowly slid down onto the ground next to him. "Hi. How did you sleep?" She inquired.
Dean just continued to hold onto her as he cried. He shook slightly and just enjoyed her comfort. He managed to pull himself together after a little while. "I-I'm sorry." He whispered. He felt like he was being a burden on her at the moment.
Sam had finished his hot chocolate and was now just lying on the floor, contemplating life, really. At had been around two hours and he'd just lay on the floor, then Rose woke up and slid onto the ground next to him,"I slept alright. Woke up at four, went and got a hot chocolate and I've been contemplating life for the past two hours. Are you okay?" He questioned, a happy smile gracing his features.
Mollie continued to comfort the male, a sad little smile on her lips,"What are you sorry for, Dean? You've done nothing wrong, and I hope you aren't blaming yourself for anything. You aren't a burden, it's actually really sweet that you're not scared to be emotional. You're human, don't forget that." She replied, gently kissing his forehead.
"For the past two hours? Really?" Rose inquired. It was a long time for him to do so. "And yeah I'm fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She admitted. She kissed his cheek and slowly got up. "Well I'm going to go for a run. You can join me if you want to." She offered. She changed into shorts and a tank top. She then slid on her sneakers.
"I was blaming myself for things. I feel like a burden. I feel like I don't deserve you." Dean admitted. He pulled away after a little bit and wiped his face. His eyes were red from crying.
Sam nodded,"Yup. And I'll tag along." He mused in response, before getting changed into a tight white shirt and loose black trousers. He then pulled on his trainers and looked over at her,"I don't really want to be left alone."
Mollie gave the Winchester a reassuring smile,"D@mn, if you don't deserve me then no one does, Dean. You deserve me the most." She replied,"Nothing's gonna change that, not while I'm still here." She mused, taking his hand and holding it,"You're aren't a burden, you never will be and don't blame yourself."
Rose nodded. "After yesterday, I really didn't want to leave you alone." She admitted. "Hey at least running should take our minds off of it." She admitted. She walked outside to the sidewalk with him then began to run. She stayed in pace beside him.
Dean cracked a small smile at the way she spoke. He slowly nodded. "Thank you." He told her softly and pulled her back into a hug.
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Sam agreed happily,"I'm glad." He replied, earnestly as they left the motel room and began running. He paced himself so he stayed beside her. The Winchester was good at running long distance, so pacing wasn't a problem.
Mollie grinned back at the male, as she was pulled back into a hug,"No need to thank me, cutie." She replied fondly, feeling better now that he was calm.
Rose was as well. After all, they needed to run s lot in their job. They ran for around an hour before they stopped. She was breathing a little heavily by then. She stopped and looked at Sam. "Do you want to get breakfast?" She inquired with a smile.
Dean chuckled. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm not the cutie, you are." He said. He kissed her forehead softly. He rocked her back and forth gently.
Sam actually felt a lot better after the run. It was nice, and helped relieve stress,"Sounds good to me." He spoke in response, panting a little bit from the run. The Winchester returned the smile.
Mollie gave a smirk,"Well if you won't take cute, then you're certainly adorable." She mused, before closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead. The female hugged him happily, before remembering the scars that littered his body. Even from the neckline of his shirt, you could see the top of one of the scars. The auburn haired female moved, and lightly traced her finger along the top of the scar,"Y'know, you look pretty d@mn bad@ss with scars."
Rose walked to a diner with him. Diners were the best places to get breakfast. She had caught her breath by the time they got there. She stepped inside and went to a table. "I'm starving." She admitted as she looked through the menu.
Dean let out a groan at that. "Oh god, adorable is even worse. I would rather be called cute." He admitted. He watched her as she traced his scars. "Do you really think they look bad@ss?" He inquired. He didn't really like all of the scars, but he was god she liked them.
Sam followed after her, giving a light chuckle,"You're always hungry." He pointed out in a fond manner, as they sat down. The Winchester decided that he'd just have a coffee and some pancakes.
Mollie laughed,"Well, make up your mind." She joked in returned, still lightly tracing his scars,"Sorry if this tickles by the way. And yes, yes I do. They prove how strong you really are." The female admitted, leaning forward and planting a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips.
"That's true." Rose admitted with a small laugh. "So what are you thinking of getting?" She inquired. She sipped on her coffee when it came. She ordered the same as him once their waiter came. She let out a soft yawn.
The older Winchester let a smile come into his face. "I guess you are right. I never thought of it like that." He said truthfully. "I hate the memories of these scars. They are horrible." He spoke softly.
The Winchester smiled,"Coffee and Pancakes. All I need in life apart from Dean and you, and Mollie because she's awesome." Sam admitted, giving a gentle shrug.
Mollie smiled," Well, you're not supposed to like the memories. Just know that you're still here."
"What a flattering compliment. I will tell Mollie when I see her next." Rose informed. Her phone began to ring and she let out a sigh. She answered it and listened. Her eyes widened. "Sh!t." She muttered. She stood up. "I really hate to cut this short, but there is another case here I gotta take care of."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks Mols. You always know how to make me feel better." He admitted. He kissed her again.
Sam rolled his eyes playfully," You do that." He mused, before her phone rang and she answered it. Listening to her speak, Sam gave an understanding nod,"Do you need me to come with you?" He questioned.
The auburn haired female smiled, before feeling his lips connect with hers in a brief kiss,"Well, what can I say? I'm supposed to make you feel better." She mused in response, observing his happier expression and calmer emotions.
Rose looked at him. "Not right now I don't. But I will call you if I need you. I promise. Just keep your mind off of everything. I love you.0 she said. She gave him a quick kiss and left. She didn't return for a day, as she had been taking care of the hunt. She came back into the room exhausted. She laid on the bed and was quickly asleep.
"That is true." Dean chuckled softly. He pulled her to him. He felt her for a while before kissing her again. He kept the kiss gentle and held it out for a while.
Sam nodded,"Okay, well, be careful." He spoke, "Love you too." He added, before she quickly kissed him and left. The Winchester paid for the breakfast and coffee before finishing his and leaving. He stayed in the motel most of the time, and Rose didn't return for a day. When she did, Sam couldn't ask her anything, because she fell asleep, which was highly adorable.
Mollie bit her lip gently as if thinking, before feeling his lips connect with her's once more in a gentle kiss that lasted a little longer.