She would roll her eyes then, bringing that glass of sugar water to her lips and drawing two slow mouthfuls past her teeth, before even beginning to think of how to answer him. Rose felt that it was obvious, the answer to his question, and yet still she didn’t want to say it. To get into things and give voice to the frustrations. “It won’t change anything, so why bother?” she asked him then, feeding into the agitation—to the ache that lingered at her temples. It was then that she truly appeared to be what she had dressed as—dead. Lost. Features tight as that dark gaze would dare to drift and find his face. “No you have, you and Ben—you’ve both torn each other to shreds, but that doesn’t stop you from acting like vultures and picking over the remains, when given the opportunity.” She shook her head, a near huff having accompanying those words, “It won’t change, not when neither of you seem to want to fix it. Or any of us for that matter, so just leave it.”
That gaze found the bar top then, all that irritation—the hopes she shared with their mother escaping upon the exhale of a heavy sigh. She hadn’t ever been able to take hold of the anger she carried when it came to her brothers. Not truly, and so just as quickly as it came, she found herself attempting to sweep away everything she had just said. “Just forget it Dean, I’m tired and cranky—” she looked up then, very much the image of a little sister—eyes large and almost teasing. “Don’t let me ruin your party.”
Perhaps he was a little too intoxicated, but it was only then Dean started to realise just how frustrated and tempered Rose was in that moment. “What did I do?” It was the first thing he could think of. Instead, he listens as she responds, his intoxicated mind trying to piece words from her sentences together. It was about Ben again; nothing he hadn’t heard before. “I’m not picking on him. I don’t even know where he is!” Of course, his tortured relationship with his brother affected him, in part. They’d both grown comfortable with the distance, but with their mom and sister showing great disdain for their parting, it made it difficult for either one of them to remain comfortable. They’d tried appeasing them by coming together and even attempting conversation, but anything more than small talk almost always led to heated arguments. And so, they’d keep it minimal, so as not to upset Caroline and Rose. “I’m sorry.. I know you want us to be okay, but it’s just.. it won’t happen. It’s never going to happen. We’ve never gotten along, Rose. I’m telling you now, I’m telling you.. don’t be mad. We’ve tried. Mom has tried. We just can’t.”
