you were the shadow to my light

Sam smiled fondly as he watched her. "Well, I'm glad it helps you," he told her honestly, nodding as he held her close to himself, rubbing her back gently, "Because, if it can do that, then it's something I should definitely hold onto." All he wanted was for her to be okay overall and if his faith gave her even the tiniest amount of ability to carry on, then it was something that he wanted to keep around. "And, to make it even better, we can do whatever you want tonight, watch whatever you want, anything." He nodded as he watched her, wanting to do whatever it took to ease her mind a bit. He didn't want her to overly worry about everything; he was sure he could hold all the concern for the both of them.

Alice laughed with his question, not even all that surprised with it. "Superman, huh?" she asked in a hum, grinning as she looked up at him, taking him in as if observing him and weighing her opinion, "Yeah, I could see it. Superman it is." It'd been such a silly thing, but it was amusing, and she couldn't help but to enjoy the silly conversation in general. Leaning against him, she couldn't help but to laugh as he listed off what he would have, not all that surprised at all. Food seemed to be a luxury that they should really enjoy when they could, it was one of those simple luxuries. But, with the mention of waffles, she perked up, peering up at him. "Really? With ice cream?"

Rosie's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "You know what I'm gonna suggest. We have to watch Doctor Sexy M.D!" She smirked. "But first and foremost, I need to shower, so I guess you can put on those boring documentaries for half an hour or so." She laughed. "By the way, Sam, you should always keep that faith of yours. It's amazing, and I think a lot of people, myself included, can learn a lot from you." She turned serious for a moment, before pulling away from her boyfriend and walking ahead as they reaching the motel, going to check them in at the front desk, knowing the fake names that Alice always used for these situations.

"If I'm Superman," Dean started with a fake train of thought. "That would make you my kryptonite." He grinned. "But, I'd kill to see you in a Cat Woman suit, so I guess there's that, too." He laughed, a true hearty laugh. He pulled her closer as the motel came into view. "Of course with ice cream. And sprinkles, you can't have waffles and ice cream without sprinkles." He said matter of factly, kissing her temple. Pulling away to go and say goodnight to Sam, Dean squeezed Alice's hand once more before approaching his brother.

Sam made a face jokingly, as if showing that he regretted offering to let her pick what show they watched, but he figured that he could just watch her while she watched tv. He smiled, though, to her words, and nodded. "I will always keep that faith, then," he promised quietly, watching her. His gaze followed her as she headed to the front desk, though he looked over at Dean when his brother approached. "Hey," he greeted with a nod.

Alice couldn't hold back the laugh with the mention of a Cat Woman suit, though she made a mental note about the kryptonite, intent to bring it up to tease him some other time. "I'm not even surprised your first lady idea is Cat Woman," she teased, though she grinned broadly with the mention of sprinkles, too, and she watched him head to Sam before she headed into the desk to catch up with Rosie while the boys talked.

"Hey," Dean yawned. "Feeling alright?" He lingered a few feet away from the girls, letting them talk among themselves. "This is a little different from what we've done, man. If all the hunters are gone, who are we going to call for help if something goes wrong?" He frowned, not wanting to show either of the girls he was worried. "I just hope things go smoothly and we don't need any back up."

"Hiya," Rosie smiled at Alice as she waited for two sets of keys. One for her and Sam's room, and one for Alice and Dean's room. "How're you feeling about tomorrow?" She asked out of curiosity, trying to see if someone returned her bad feeling about the whole case. She accepted the keys from the young clerk, handing Alice her set as she pocketed hers and Sam's. "Don't you feel a little, I dunno, weird?"

Sam sighed out, running a hand through his hair as he peered towards Rosie and Alice for a moment, making sure they weren't paying any attention to him and Dean, before he looked back to his brother. "I'm worried. Rosie's worried," he said quietly, watching his brother for a moment, "She feels like something could happen, and it could, but we've always gone with our guts, you know? And her gut says something's not right and that worries me more, because I can't just tell her not to listen to her gut, all I can do is try to assure her that we'll figure it out." And, they would try their best to, he knew that, but he worried that they wouldn't be able to. He worried that something would go wrong, too, like Rosie did. "And, with the hunters gone, like you said... There are really no options for back up. And, who even knows what could go wrong? Something could happen to us or something could happen to them, or something could happen to any of us, and what are we supposed to do about it?"

"Uh..." Alice trailed off, unsure of whether she should really admit to how she felt, not wanting to make things worse for any of them. When the keys were handed to her, she kept a firm hold on her set before she sighed out and nodded. "A little... I feel... I dunno, uneasy. Something just doesn't seem right. And, we're assuming the hunters are just missing or stashed in an abandoned building somewhere, but... What if they're just dead?" She frowned slightly. "But, more than that, they were seasoned hunters, experienced ones, so what in the world could have taken them or done whatever to them? That's what worries me the most, I think."

"Rosie's good at intuition, and I get it Sammy, I do." Dean promised. "But we can't leave this alone. If something does happen, we'll work until it's fixed. I won't let anything happen to any of those girls, Sam, you know I love them both." Dean exhaled heavily. "Just gotta play it by ear for now, alright? Get some rest tonight." Dean patted his brother's back. "I'll call you at like, 8:30 to make sure you're awake. We always figure things out, remember that." Dean offered his brother a weak, half assed smile. "We're Winchesters."

"Sam and Dean are so positive about all of this. But it's not like anything I've seen. And with no hunters to save our asses..." Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat. "God, I just, I don't know, Alice." The girls stood in silence for a moment, before Rosie tried to perk herself up. "Anyway -" she forced a smile. "Have a good rest tonight." She twirled her keys around her fingers. "See you bright and early." She patted Alice's shoulder, showing Sam their keys to show their room was ready.

Sam offered a small nod in response to his brother's words, but he wasn't so sure. The entire Winchesters thing didn't apply to the girls - Sam and Dean had defied the odds constantly and gotten brought back so many times, because of who they were. But that didn't apply to the girls and that was what he worried about the most. "Right," he said anyways, letting out a sigh, "I'll see you in the morning." He nodded again before he looked to Rosie, spotting the keys. Offering a smile, he made his way over to her. "Ready to head in?"

Alice nodded with the explanation, understanding her friend's concern. Overall, the situation didn't bode well for them, but what could they do? "We'll just... Have to see how things play out," she said quietly before offering a forced smile in return. "Night, Rosie." She gave her friend's shoulder a squeeze before she made her way over to Dean once Sam joined Rosie, holding up the keys.

Rosie nodded, handing Sam the keys as she stretched her arms above her head, balancing on her tip toes as she made a little sound of happiness. "Definitely." She smiled, waving goodbye to Alice and Dean as she followed Sam to their allocated room. "It's been a long day." Using the hair tie that she kept around her wrist, Rosie tied her blonde hair up into a messy bun ready for her shower. As Sam unlocked the door, she followed the taller man in and shut the door behind her, kicking off her boots to reveal her pink socks.

"Man, I can't wait to watch Doctor Sexy. I missed last week's episode because of the friggin bunker's reception." Dean grouched, wrapping an arm around Alice's waist and taking her lead to their room, two doors down from Rosie and Sam's. "We need to get well rested, it's an early start tomorrow." Whenever Dean was faced with a challenge, he became more serious, and sometimes he despised it because he reminded himself of his Father. Kissing Alice's temple to calm himself, Dean took the keys from the shorter girl to unlock the door, pushing it open with his feet. "Well, it's not much, but it's home." He smiled weakly, sitting on the double bed.

Sam watched her with faint amusement, but smiled to himself as he unlocked the door and nodded. "Yeah, but at least we should be able to get some nice, well-deserved rest," he told her as he led the way into the room, leaning to kiss her temple for a moment. "And tomorrow will probably be another long day." Probably longer than today had been. But, he hoped everything went well. Since he didn't want to drag her thoughts back to the next day, he moved to sit on the bed as he watched her. "The dinner was good, at least. Did you get full?"

"I think you have a crush on Doctor Sexy," Alice teased lightly, "It's cute, really." She grinned slightly as she followed him inside and tugged off her jacket, setting it on the small table in the room. "Let's just hope you don't get sick through the night because of everything you ate." Moving to sit on the bed, she leaned to take off her boots before letting herself flop back on the bed, stretching out a bit on it. "It's home until this is all over, at least. And, we could be in worse motel rooms, really."

"Yes Dad," Rosie rolled her eyes playfully, going to the closet of the room to grab a towel. "Honestly, how Dean isn't the size a house is beyond me. Where does he fit it all?" She raised a questioning eyebrow at Sam. "You two have the luckiest genes in the world." She smiled, running her hand through his long hair as she walked past him, knowing he loved his hair being played with. Sauntering towards the bathroom, Rosie shrugged off her jacket and threw it onto the floor. "Can you get the TV on? I'll only be like, ten minutes." She promised, turning to look at him from the bathroom door. "Relax for a little, God knows you deserve it."

Dean didn't rush to defend himself. "He's handsome, do you blame me? And he's a great Doctor! But I'm glad you find it cute, but you should know, he could never compare to you." Dean watched in amusement as she lay down. "Also, I have room in this stomach, it's alright." He smiled like this was the best achievement he had to offer - a large stomach capacity. He lay down beside her, opening his arms for her to come into his warm embrace. "That's true, I've seen worst." Dean commented. "The wallpaper's nice..."

Sam laughed. "Who knows?" he joked, shaking his head, though he smiled slightly when he felt her fingers run through his hair. For the moment she permitted him the feeling, he allowed himself to enjoy it. His gaze lifted to watch her as she headed towards the bathroom and he couldn't help but to smirk slightly at the way she walked, taking her in, though he nodded slightly. "Right, I'll get that started up. Enjoy your shower," he called to her, though he, admittedly, would have preferred to join her. Still, he stood and moved to the TV to turn it on to search to see if Doctor Sexy was on for her.

"Oh, lucky me," Alice chimed with a broad grin as she peered over at him, though she was genuine overall in feeling lucky with the words. Just hearing it was nice, but what was nicer was feeling that Dean probably completely meant it. "Of course, how could I forget? You can eat ten meals by yourself." She smiled jokingly, but shifted to move into his arms, burying her face against him, her fingers curling into his flannel shirt. "And the room's not disgusting or filled with trash or really nasty bedding, lucky us."

After ten minutes or so, Rosie emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and she wore yoga pants and one of Sam's t-shirts. She laughed at Sam, sat on the edge of the bed, invested in Doctor Sexy. "I thought you didn't like this show?" She climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind him, gently raking her fingers from his scalp to the ends of his hair, knowing it relaxed him. "You have a crush on him, don't deny it." She laughed, enjoying the feeling of his soft hair through her fingers.

"Hey, ten meals is an accomplishment!" He defended himself. "I'm a growing man." He laughed, pulling her as close as he possibly could as soon as Alice shifted over to him. "I love you." Dean murmured, letting his guard down, a very rare occurence. He rubbed circles into her back, wanting to soothe her as much as he could. "There's no me without you. How did I get so lucky?" He asked, although he wasn't expecting an answer. "The mattress is comfy too," Dean said as an afterthought after a minute or two of comfortable silence.

Sam jumped slightly when he heard Rosie's voice, shocked, and he quickly cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from the screen to look at her. Even in his embarrassment, he couldn't help but to admire the way she looked in his shirt, it was always one of his favorite sights. "No, I, uh, I just put it on for you, that's all," he told her quickly, trying to push away the fact that he'd pretty much been caught red-handed. And, it wasn't really a lie - he had put it on for her. He just somehow got caught up in it. Feeling her fingers in his hair, though, he leaned into the touch, enjoying it as he relaxed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Alice grinned, amused with his defense, but let the subject rest in favor of focusing on his later words, her expression softening. Closing her eyes, she relaxed in his hold, smiling to herself. "I love you, too, Dean," she reminded him softly in return as she breathed in his scent, committing it to memory as she had done many times before, usually before any case they took on together. "More than anything. And I'd think the luck was just... Both our lucks colliding into something good and we deserve that." Opening her eyes, she peered up at him, amused. "It is, surprisingly. Not lumpy or springy. It's just right."

"Of course you have no idea what I'm talking about," Rosie rolled her eyes playfully, kissing the top of his head, lingering there for a moment as she studied him. The musky scent of his aftershave, the feel of his hair in between her fingers, how incredible he truly was. "You know," she started, a small smile threatening the corners of her mouth. "If you were my Doctor, I'd throw myself down the stairs daily." She laughed, beginning to braid Sam's hair. "And then I'd have an excuse to see a hot Doctor." She grinned.

Dean held Alice closer, if that was even possible. He stayed silent, not wanting to jinx just how good his luck had been. Kissing the top of Alice's head, Dean stared at the motel ceiling, before a small smile crept across his face. "It is just right, isn't it?" He wasn't talking about the mattress. Life, with Alice in it, had been just right, if not perfect. Of course there were moments of tension, good and bad, but Dean realised that true happiness and true love all came down to looking past all of that and accepting people for how they are. To Dean, Alice had no flaws to accept. She was just wonderful. He sighed with content, turning his head to look at her. "Movie?"

Sam couldn't help the laugh that forced its way past his lips. "That so?" he asked, smiling as he peered at her, arching a brow. "Maybe I should go to medical school, then." He grinned teasingly, watching her. "I wouldn't mind having you as a patient." As long as she would have been in his life either way, he would have been happy. Leaning into her touch, he let himself relax, glad for the contact between them, glad for this moment of peace before tomorrow, glad for the distraction from his worries for her. Really, he was just glad for how normal it felt, how natural it felt, to be with Rosie. She gave him a reason to not give up and to keep fighting every day, she was his one. "Think I'm hotter than Doctor Sexy, though?"

Alice peered up at him, watching him for a few moments, taking him in. With the few moments of silence, it was easy to just admire him unabashedly, uninterrupted, and she smiled to herself, glad to be in his arms, in his life, and to have him in hers. "It is," she agreed quietly, nodding before she rested her head on his chest, letting herself relax. There was never anything that made her feel as safe as she did when she was close to Dean, in his arms - and, considering that they were very aware of the very awful things out in the world, it was a wonder she could ever feel safe at all, but Dean's presence always provided that. "A movie sounds good, yeah," she decided quietly, "What should we watch?"

“Hotter than Doctor Sexy?” Rosie gave an over exaggerated gasp. “I mean, he’s hot and all,” Rosie smiled, finishing the braid and kissing the top of Sam’s head adoringly, her hands perched on his shoulders as she squeezed lightly. “But you’re hotter. And I love you more. And you make the best French toast,” she shrugged nonchalantly; looking at the television screen. “You know what’s sorta amazing? You’re smart enough to get a medical degree.” If it was one thing Rosie admired in Sam, it was his intelligence. Moving away from Sam to sit amongst the pillows on the bed, Rosie patted the space next to her as an invitation for Sam. “I think I’d make a good patient.” She laughed at the thought. “Remember when you stitched me up after that werewolf case and I basically hated you for like, two days afterwards?” She made herself comfortable against the headboard.

Dean peered at Alice through half closed eyes, showing just how off guard he was in that moment. For once, he wasn’t focused on what monsters there were to fight, what problems between Heaven and Hell existed, Crowley, Cas, anyone or anything of the supernatural sort. Alice was his main priority; and had been from the moment she walked into his life — and Dean didn’t see that changing any time soon. In a crowded room, Dean would always look for her. “I dunno,” he grinned, casting his gaze to the DVD selection on the shelf by the television stand. “Let’s put something dumb on. I vote The Little Mermaid.” He kept a straight face; wanting to see how Alice would react to a Disney suggestion. “I promise to sing Part of Your World. As loud as I can. Absolutely.” He nodded his head. “I mean, I can’t thrust on a rock, but I can show you my impressive dingle hopper.” Dean smirked, obviously teasing her for an embarrassed or flustered reaction.

Sam couldn't help the proud grin that formed on his lips when she listed off that he was hotter, but it grew even more prominent when she mentioned loving him more. "God, I love you," he reminded her quietly, watching her before he shifted, climbing further up onto the bed. Wrapping his arm around her, he tugged her gently to his side, but nodded to her words. "I remember that," he admitted, looking to her. He'd been so worried when it had happened, worried about the blood loss and about the werewolf issue, but so, so very worried about her, about losing her. "It wasn't all that fun, having you hate me," he joked lightly, tugging her closer to kiss the top of her head. "Glad we got pass that, though."

"Dean!" Alice complained, her cheeks warming as she buried her face against his shirt to hide it. She really shouldn't have even been surprised - only Dean could turn a cute mermaid love movie into something perverted. Not that the movie itself didn't have plenty of its own sexual innuendos, but that was completely different. Huffing quietly, she peered up at him, though her cheeks were still warm, despite that she'd been trying to force the warmth away. "That was cruel, you pervert." She laughed quietly, rubbing a hands across her face to try to cover her cheeks, in a completely discreet-but-totally-not way.

Rosie stayed silent as she thought about the large scar that ran down from her thigh to just above her knee. “I’m just glad you were there to save me,” she smiled up at him, kissing his shoulder through the material of his shirt. “Like you always are.” She smiled as Doctor Sexy played in the background, although neither of them were paying attention. Rosie wrapped an arm around Sam’s middle, holding him as close and tight as she could. “I love you, Sammy.” She said, clear as a bell. Prior to life hunting alongside the Winchesters and Alice, Rosie had found it difficult to stay in touch with her human side, but Sam brought so much light into her life that she just couldn’t resist breaking down those barriers, just for him.

Dean laughed, throwing his head back in amusement. “You’re so gorgeous when you blush.” Dean’s laugh was still etched into his features, the dim light of the hotel room highlighting his face. “At least it wasn’t about The Lion King, like, Simba totally boned his own cousin.” He said with a certain tone of seriousness. “...I think you should pick the movie, I’m just gonna ruin everything.” Dean chuckled, kissing Alice’s jaw, to her lips, their foreheads pressed together as Dean took her in. “You’re gorgeous anyway.” Dean wrapped his arms around Alice and pulled her against him, just wanting to hold her for as long as he could. When he thought of true love, he envisioned her, with him.

Sam rubbed her back gently, watching her for a moment. "I'll always be here to save you," he promised her quietly, leaning to kiss the top of her head. He was fully intent on keeping that promise, intent on keeping her safe. Everything good in his life revolved around Rosie and he loved her for it; he loved her for just being her and making his life worthwhile. "I love you, too, Rosie." She was probably the only person he wouldn't complain about calling him Sammy - he still complained when Dean called him by the childish nickname. But, coming from Rosie, he couldn't complain about it, he even liked the sound of it. Shifting, he cupped her face to kiss her gently on the lips, glad to just have her there.

"Wasn't it technically his half-sister? Since only the king of the pride, as in Mufasa, can mate with the lionesses?" Alice asked, blinking in thought, though she was sure there wasn't much of a reason to delve into the technicalities. "I'm not so sure picking a movie at all will be worth it, when you just admitted that you would ruin everything." She laughed quietly with the thought, though she grinned with the affection, letting her forehead remain against his as she lifted a hand to rest on his cheek, feeling the stubble under her palm. "Quite the praise coming from Dean Winchester," she murmured quietly, relaxing happily in his hold, "Although, you're not so bad yourself, handsome." She grinned, winking teasingly.

Rosie smiled into the kiss, her trust completely in Sam. When he promised to save her, whenever she needed him, she knew he would follow through, and stop at nothing until he did - Rosie felt her safest and most confident when she was around him. "Thank you," she murmured into his lips, kissing the tip of his nose, pressing her forehead to his. One thing she adored about being in bed with Sam is that she could be level with him instead of being a good five inches shorter than the youngest Winchester. Rosie laughed out loud as that thought crossed her mind. "I like it when we're like this," she started. "Because I don't have to reach up just to kiss you. Honestly, you could've made a living as the jolly green friggin giant." She laughed, moving away from him to grab the blanket to pull over them, before resuming her previous position.

Leaning into the palm of her hand, Dean's face twisted into a disgusted expression. "Half sister? That makes it so much worst, what the hell were they showing these kids?" Dean blinked the disturbing thought out of his mind before it was permanently embedded there. "Well, how about we watch, uh, Tangled?" Dean never wanted to admit it, but he quite enjoyed Disney films. He never had a proper childhood, and neither had Sam, and sometimes the two brothers just liked to indulge in cartoons and anything they may have missed out on. Pressing his lips to Alice's repeatedly, Dean smiled into the kiss, ignoring her compliment because he never really knew how to react without saying 'shut up'. "Then we can sing along and crush on Flynn together." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her in a half joking, half suggestive manner.