Rosalie Hayden stared blankly out the window of her dingy little motel room, a cigarette burned in an ashtray in the distance and rain poured endlessly down the scruffy glass panes. Life was rough lately; of course her life wasn't always a walk in the park. Hunting down the supernatural was always something she considered a burden but knew she couldn't ever do anything else. The reason for life being so rough? Her best friend was in hell… and nothing she could do would bring him back, she tried making deals with demons but none would accept a weak little girl to Dean Winchester, son of John Winchester. Supposedly one of the greatest hunters of her time and no demon would give that up anytime soon. Then there was Sam, she'd grown so fond of Sam. He was the sensitive one who'd rather talk than attack instantly and now she never saw him he just vanished and Rose had known him long enough to know that when that boy didn't want to be found he wouldn't be found. She'd thought she caught a glimpse of him a few times on hunts but he always seemed to disappear. So that meant, no more joining the boys on hunts, no more running out to dingy little diners and making sure she didn't forget the pie and no more making sure Dean paid the extra bill for all the porn he watched in the motel. And Bobby, the man she thought of as her father, he'd practically raised her when her parents died and now she never went to see him anymore. Every time he called she just told him she was on a hunt and couldn't make it back to see him. But today she would, she missed him a lot. Standing up she pressed the cigarette down into the ashtray and grabbed her long black coat and headed out the door. These days were lonely and they seemed to be getting worse.
Rosalie closed her eyes gently as her Chevy truck purred to a stop just outside Bobby's house. Looking at the house no memories seemed to flood back. She always loved it when Dean and Sam came to visit, they'd talk about the hunts they went on and pretty soon Rose was joining them. Sighing she stepped out of the truck and walked up to Bobby's door, she noticed a smashed up truck on her way in, like he needed any more destroyed cars for that yard of his. The sight brought a small -rare- smile to her face. All that could be heard now was the soft thud of Rosalie's boots as she walked up the small steps to Bobby's door, then the loud knock of Rosalie's forceful fist on the front door. No answer, she knocked again. Still the same, "Where is that man?" she muttered to herself as she pulled out her barely used cellphone from her pocket and dialled Bobby's number, after a few rings he picked up, "Rose?" he sounded surprised to hear from her. She didn't blame him, she did pretty much neglect him for four months. "Hey… I'm at your place but you're not here." She heard Bobby sigh, voices in the background, "Bobby, is… is that I hear?" she asked him, her eyes widened slightly in shock. "We're in Pontiac, Illinois. You might wanna get her quick, you're not gonna believe this." Came Bobby's gruff voice down the phone. "Astoria hotel, room 207." Then the line went. "Pontiac? What's Bobby doing in Pontiac?" But without thinking too much into it, Rose ran back to her truck, first she made sure she had all her weapons and clothes in the back and then she took off. If that was Sam she heard she was going to want to see him.
Two hours and a cheese burger later Rosalie was outside the Astoria hotel. She parked her truck beside what she recognised as one of Bobby's fixed up cars. She practically sped walked into the hotel, her stomach did a somersault though when she noticed Dean's old impala as she sped through the lot, then she was making her way up the shag carpeted stairs, ignoring the receptionist as she asked her if she was staying in the hotel. Luckily though, Rose stopped walking before she walked straight into the wood of door 207. she frowned as she examined the heart shape with the numbers written on though, what was Bobby doing here? But she soon shrugged it off and knocked on the door repeatedly till it swung open to reveal Sam. Her eyes widened as she saw him, "Sam," she whispered. He looked different from when she'd last seen him, bigger. More buff; did I really just think that? Her voice grew stronger and soon she was hugging Sam's huge frame, "Sam!" she exclaimed. "You crazy son of a bitch! Disappearing like that!" she yelled as she let go of him, now she realised just how long she'd went without seeing him. Sam frowned at her, "sorry… I had to get away," he said innocently.
Rosalie glared at him, "without telling us where you are?" she asked him angrily.
"Leave him alone Rosie."
Rose stopped yelling at Sam, her mouth dropped slightly and her eyes widened. She knew that voice. And only one person ever called her Rosie. Dean. Rose turned around slowly, very slowly and when she saw him the first thing she thought was shapeshifter. Dean smiled at her and stretched his arms wide, then Rose walked toward him as if ready to hug him and then she reached to the back of her jeans where her silver knife was and swung for him, Dean moved quickly not quick enough though since the knife cut a little of hic neck and to Rose's surprise he didn't die, he just bled slightly. "Son of a bitch! Must we go through this again? It's me Rose. Me Dean!"
Rose stared at him, "No it has to be something else.."
"It's him Rose," said Bobby who emerged from the bedroom looking tired. "And we have a lot to talk about."
"An angel?" Rosalie exclaimed through her laughter. Dean was crazy, so was Bobby. How could they really think an angel raised Dean from hell? It was impossible. There was no such thing as angels and there was most definitely no god. "Come on Dean, you and I both know there's no such thing as angels," she said dismissing the subject.
Dean frowned at her, "I said the same thing but he was pretty damn convincing," he said with a sigh.
Bobby looked at Rosalie, he'd been quiet for a quite a while, he had his headache face on, "He burned Pamela's eyes out," he mumbled.
"What?!" Rose exclaimed standing up from her seat, "he burned out her eyes as in… burned out her eyes?" she yelled furiously. "This guy seems like a giant asshole you guys. He's obviously a demon."
"Nothing could kill him Rosie, not a gun, not even Ruby's knife," said Dean. The looked on his face told her he didn't want to believe it either.
Rose sighed and rubbed her temples tiredly, "I need to go visit Pamela… what hospital did you say she was in?"
Bobby stood up and wrote Rose a map, "When your done come back to my place… we'll be there." Rose nodded and walked out the motel door, and in the distance she could faintly here the flapping of wings.
Ok first chapter and I wrote quite a lot :P So PLEASE r&r :D Next chapter we'll have Castiel in it I promise.
