Hi, okay, if you're the same as me and you like Supernatural (especially in fanfiction) then your in for a treat. This starts at the beginning of Season 4 when Cas and the Angels show up (because I'm lazy and I cba to go back further than that.) Rosalie is the youngest Winchester sibling with her own issues, desires, wants and needs and while she is the main character followed by Cas, the others will obviously be in it too. Yes, this has romance in it, but it also has angst and drama added to the mix too and hopefully, it will be as realistic as possible. You can expect a lot to happen, so, shut up, sit down and enjoy the bumpy ride that is Casalie - Castiel/Rosalie. A few things in this will obviously divert from the show just by her mere presence but don't worry; it just means you get something new and exciting.
September 17th, 2008 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota
When Dean Winchester died, they broke. The lack of screams or movement coming from the oldest Winchester after being torn apart by Lilith's Hellhounds and seeing his bloody body was a finality for Rosalie and Sam. Just seeing their oldest brother dead and bloody; just knowing he was now suffering somewhere in Hell for them was enough to tear them to pieces. Thousands of tears were shed that day as well as the days following after, arguments were drafted in the group - with Sam wanting to keep Dean's body so he could use it when he returned but Bobby and Rosalie both wanting to salt and burn it like usual. The arguments only lasted so long though, mainly ending with them shouting at each other then walking off to isolate themselves. Rosalie remembered those dark times quite clearly in her mind. Sam would go off to a bar or wherever it was he went off too while she stayed behind at the house with Bobby. She was grateful for having someone there at the hardest point in her life even if he wasn't a blood relative. She'd known Bobby for most of her life and thank god for that, because she wouldn't know where she'd be if it weren't for him. He was the one who comforted her whenever he caught her crying, he was the one who let her stay - even giving her a room of her own in his house. Without Bobby Singer, she'd more than likely be either dead or dying.
But even with Bobby to help her through her grief, it still wasn't quite enough. One of her siblings was dead and the other was currently missing, having vanished not too long after Dean's funeral. The family was scattered and gone and in the silver-white blonde's mind, there was no hope of stitching themselves back together. A lot of the time in between taking Dean's body back to Bobby's and now were a blur. All were shattered and in mourning their loss and struggling to come to terms with everything. Only distantly did Rosalie hear the two talking about what to do next, but made no heed to join the conversation. None of it processed through her mind. Denial was still there on the surface which meant nothing processed.
Dean was dead.
Their beloved oldest brother was gone, never to return again.
Rosalie couldn't remember the moment she finally broke down, collapsing on her knees and crying on the cold kitchen floor. In an instant, Bobby was there, being dragged down with her. He held her throughout the night, her head buried in his chest, harsh sobs filling the room and wracking her body until there was nothing left within her but an empty, dull ache in her chest. She did remember him being silent and motionless the whole time, tears pooling down his own face. The only thoughts running through her mind were about Dean. It wasn't happening, he couldn't be dead. He was her protector, the oldest and the strongest of the all, how could he be dead? Why was this happening? Why hadn't they been able to save him?
After Sam's disappearance, Bobby insisted she stay with him. His excuse being it wasn't safe for her alone out there and with the way she was, she was likely to get herself killed. Secretly, she thought it was really because one was dead and the other fled like a coward leaving the last remaining sibling in his hands. And like an Octopus, the man latched onto her, keeping the only thing he had left close to him. It honestly wouldn't surprise the young woman if she found herself in bubble wrap one morning curtsy of a paranoid, grieving man.
She hoped not.
The house was dark as she creeped down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a small table and chair near the counter to which she slumped into. She was tired. So, so tired and weary. Hollow wasn't the right word she'd use to describe her if anyone asked but it was close enough. Yes, her family was unconventional. Yes, they had a million-and-one issues starting with co-dependency but this was her family. Family was supposed to stick together in the harshest of times. Rosalie snorted bitterly. What was she thinking? Dad was never there, Mom was dead and had been since she was an infant, now Dean was gone and Sam had practically bailed on her. She had no one. Despite both Sam and Dad coming and going, Dean was the only one that was always there. Always. It tore her apart from the inside to know if Bobby hadn't been there for her, she'd be drowning in her grief alone. God knows her brother sure as hell didn't care about her. In the time he'd been gone, he hadn't once called or texted or got in touch in any way whatsoever. He was either dead or just plain ignoring them and she honestly had no clue which was worse. Both she and Bobby tried calling him after agreeing to put aside their pride, but his number was disconnected or something. Tracking him down failed too - you can't find someone who doesn't want to be found after all.
Any attempt to reconnect just wasn't going to happen. So now, four months on, it was just the two of them together against the world. The relationships they had with each other were a mess and she dreaded to think what Dean would do if he were there to witness it all. She knew he'd be pissed at least. She figured he'd also be the one to find Sam, drag him back (possibly kicking and screaming) and forced them to make up. Did she want to make up wit Sam though? Yes and no. The answer required a lot of thought. The words exchanged during those days weren't exactly pretty or nice. It also didn't help when the only things that came to mind when she even thought of Sam were: you abandoned us...you abandoned me...you never wanted this life...did you ever want to be a part of this family at all?Probably not. This wasn't the first time Sam walked out on his family. He walked out when he left for College, which was fair enough in her opinion, but not staying in contact with them because of his stupid pride and a messed up conversation with their Dad was not okay. Not by a long shot. Him basically doing the same thing now was just a confirmation to her. He never wanted to be a part of the family. The sad thing was, Dean was the one who'd brought Sam back into their world, and yeah, he'd stayed up until Dean's death but all that showed her was that he'd only stuck around for Dean.
Once Dean was gone, so was he. Apparently, he forgot he had another sibling. What a bastard! She leaned forward in her chair and lowered her face into her hands, her shoulders tense as she rubbed her face. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache forming and got up. She opened one of the cupboards and rummaged through until she found some Paracetamol. She opened another cupboard and pulled out a cup. Filling the cup over half-way, she too one of the capsules out and pushed it to the back of her throat then took a big gulp of cold water to wash the tablet down with. She did the same with the other one then left the cup in the sink.
For the past four months, she and Bobby threw themselves into trying to find ways to find and kill Lilith without anyone else dying but so far nothing. They couldn't even find the bitch since she'd fled that day and hid like a coward after Dean's death. Rosalie snorted bitterly. Probably cos she knew she pissed off two hunters by killing one of their own and there was no way she was gonna get out alive. It was the only reason she could think of for why Lilith would suddenly up and vanish without so much of a trace. For a supposedly powerful Demon, she hadn't so much as bothered with her, Sam or Bobby since.
She remembered the moment the blonde tried to kill Sam with the little light show thingy she put on but as soon as she realized it didn't work (for whatever reason), she panicked, smoked out of her vessel and fled out the window. And that was the last they'd seen of her. Rosalie remembered being beyond terrified she was about to lose another brother to this bitch but thankfully it hadn't worked. Those feelings quickly manifested to hate and rage and she watched eagerly as Sam stooped down to pick up the Demon Blade, his feelings mirroring hers. He held it up and was about to lunge at Lilith when she fled, leaving the two remaining siblings behind to grieve.
It was raining heavily outside and she leaned up against the counter to peer out of the window. The rain reflected her mood; a tearful storm that dampened the soul of anyone, leaving nothing but cold, tears and sadness which is exactly what she was feeling right now. Rain for Rosalie usually meant a release of inner tension or sadness, the possibility of a rainbow forming in the sky afterwards, something that she felt cleansed her when she stood outside or the sweet refreshing smell of nature after the rain had stopped. She also loved the pitter-patter sound the raindrops made when they fell. Rainbows for the silver-white blonde represented colour and hope. Hope that something beautiful could exist in the world, even after the disappointment and hurt - something that she could smile at just because she could. A storm represented violence; an anger that just couldn't be contained anymore. It was the kind of violence that lashed out at anyone and was at times as destructive as a hurricane.
Unfortunately, Rosalie wasn't able to see a white light at the end of the tunnel and that was simply because her family was scattered and broken. There was no silver lining. Rubbing her hands on her thighs, she sighed, tiredness finally getting to her. Tomorrow was another day. As she headed off to bed, she hoped things would slowly change, not realizing that hope would soon come true in the best and worst way imaginable...
September 18th, 2008
The next day was better. Not just because it was a hot day but because it was one of those better days. It seemed Bobby also agreed on that one because for once, he wasn't stuck in the house doing whatever it was he usually did when he was cooped up inside. Rosalie spent half of the morning getting dressed. Her chosen outfit of the day was a short white skirt with a small white crop top. Her ankle length white hair was twisted into two sections then put up in tight buns on either side of her head. Her side parting was pinned back by a pretty little bow clip to finish it off. To complete the outfit, she wore a pair of nice flats. She didn't bother with makeup but made sure to cleanse her face after she'd brushed her with the way she looked, she grabbed her smaller jacket and ran down the stairs two at a time. She was out the door faster than you can blink but stopped to lock the door behind her. The weather might be hot now, but it could be fickle and change at any time, hence the reason she always took her coat with her.
She was half-way down the street when she realized with a harsh jolt that she'd forgotten her mobile on her desk and cursed herself under her breath. She was torn between going back for it or leaving it behind for a while. She ultimately decided to leave it. After the past few months, it was time to let go of the pain and stress and let go and have some fun. Even if it was only for one day.
It was a few hours later when Bobby returned home to find the house empty. He shrugged and concluded Rosalie must've gone out when she didn't answer him and headed to the kitchen to put away the groceries. He was honestly becoming concerned about her mental state of mind. With all her focus on finding and killing Lilith for what she'd done to Dean, losing both of her brothers in such a short time and being stuck to basically grieve without her family - was it any wonder she was messed up? To see her not in the house for once made him happy. Maybe now she could begin to move on with her life and let go of the guilt he knew was there.
As much as he loved that Sam like his own, he was also pissed. He couldn't seem to look past his own grief and see he still had family that was also grieving. He wasn't the only one who lost Dean but he sure as hell was acting like it. Bobby had a good mind to smack him upside the head and give him a piece of his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't find him. How Sam just ran out on his sister like that and leave her all alone, was impossible to understand. Granted, she wasn't exactly alone, but that wasn't the point. Sam was older than her; it was his job now to protect her, especially with Dean being gone, but he hadn't stepped up to the role. He just hoped the damn boy wasn't stupid enough to try and make a deal to get Dean back.
That's what got them into this mess in the first place after all.
He huffed angrily and shoved Sam to the back of his mind. His main priority now besides finding Lilith, was Rosalie and making sure she remained healthy and breathing. That was his job now since her poor excuse of a brother wasn't going to do it and Bobby would be damned if he walked out and abandoned her like her Sam had. She didn't deserve that. A ringing from the phone practically had him jumping out of his skin. His face reddened slightly in embarrassment at having been caught off guard so easily and he mentally cursed himself for not being more alert. He reached out and answered it. "Hello?"
"Bobby?"
Bobby frowned at the familiar voice. "Yeah?"
"It's me."
Bobby blinked uneasily. "Who's 'me'?"
"It's me, Bobby. It's Dean."
The second the voice claimed he was Dean, Bobby hung up. Rage hit him like a ton of bricks, his eyes darkening with fury. He thought the voice sounded familiar and now he knew why: because it was Dean's voice. But Dean was in Hell and he wasn't coming back, so whatever this was, it was using Dean's voice - and more than likely his body too. It's not Dean...it's not Dean...it's not Dean. He took deep breaths to calm himself down and forced himself to stay where he was rather than go out and kill the son-of-a-bitch. The phone rang again, but this time he was prepared, his voice cold as ice, "Who is this?!"
"Bobby, listen to me-" the voice on the other end pleaded desperately, but Bobby cut him off harshly before he could finish his sentence.
"This isn't funny. Call again and I swear to God, I'll kill ya!" He hung up the phone before whoever it was could get another word in. His mind immediately turned to Rosalie. Should he tell her about the call or should he keep it to himself? The call could undo all of the progress she was making and do a lot of damage in the process - damage he didn't want. Keeping it a secret might be for the best; she didn't need to know about it. He tried to forget about the call, forget about how good hearing Dean's voice again was regardless of who was using it and return to researching lore. He was about halfway through the book when he was rudely interrupted by a heavy pounding on the front door.
To say Bobby got the shock of his life when he answered the door was a massive understatement. He cursed himself for his inability to even form a sentence, but in his defence, Dean was the last person he expected to see at his door. Dean, meanwhile, stood watching him. He hesitantly took a step closer but stopped as a thought occurred to him.
"Dean?"
The green-eyed Winchester smiled apprehensively at Bobby and held out his arms cautiously. It didn't take a genius to notice the man was suspicious of him. "Surprise?"
"What? I-I don't..."
"Me neither," Dean said as he entered the house. "But here I am."
Did this thing honestly think Bobby was born yesterday? He knew damn well this was not Dean and right now he despised whatever it was that strode into his home like he belonged there. He was ready and he was going to kill this thing before Rosalie got back. She was pretty much a daughter to him and whatever this thing was it wasn't Dean. By using Dean's body, though, it had cemented its own death because now Bobby wasn't going to let it walk out of the house alive. And he had to do it before she got back. That poor girl had already been through enough and he refused to allow her to suffer anymore. While the thing was distracted, he hid his arm behind his back and quietly picked up the silver knife on his desk. He waited until it approached before lunging forward, swinging the knife and missing him only by a few inches.
Damn.
When it reached for his arm, he brought the knife around again. Unfortunately, the element of surprise was gone. It grabbed him, twisting so he couldn't move, but Bobby wasn't a damn good hunter for nothing and he broke the grip, turning and backhanding the thing hard. It stumbled back (he wasn't going to call it Dean no matter what) and threw out a hand.
"Bobby, it's me!"
"My ass!" Bobby snapped murderously, reaching out to shove the chair it put in front of it as a weak form of protection.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and, um...you're about the closest thing I have to a father." Bobby stopped for a second and lowered the knife and moved forward to reach out as if to touch him. "Bobby, It's me." It didn't last long because soon enough, Bobby moved to stab him in the chest. The thing was faster though, and disarmed him. "I'm not a Shapeshifter!"
"Then you're a Revenant!"
He shoved Bobby away from him and held the knife he'd stolen in front of him and said quickly, "If I were either, could I do this?" He drew the knife across his arm, grimacing slightly as blood poured from the wound.
Now Bobby was starting to believe it a little. For the first time in months, hope began to rise within him. He hesitated, eyes wide and hopeful as he stared at him. Could it be...?
"Dean?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," he huffed. He grunted when the old man pulled him in for a tight hug but returned it with enthusiasm. Now that Bobby wasn't trying to kill him, he relaxed and breathed in the familiar smell of books and alcohol. Home. He was home and he wasn't going anywhere ever again. Oh, how he missed his family. Speaking of family...he pulled away and peered around the corner. Where were Rosalie and Sam? Convincing them, he was who he said he was, was going to be hard - much harder than Bobby but seeing them again was worth the effort. His face fell when he saw they were nowhere in sight.
"It's good to see you, boy."
"Yeah, you too," he replied absently, stepping into the study.
"But how did you get out?"
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." he was cut off by a large splash of what he guessed was holy water being thrown at his face. He paused and spat it out and rubbing his face with his jacket sleeve. "I'm not a Demon either, you know."
Bobby shrugged his shoulders unapologetic. "Can't be too careful." Dean nodded in acceptance, grabbing a towel from one of the draws. "But...that don't make a lick of sense." He stared at Dean in a daze, unable to believe he was there. It was so surreal.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop and you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of Hell and back into your meat suit-"
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject."
"Well, that's puttin it lightly," Bobby muttered. "What do you remember?"
"Not much." He lied. "Remember being a Hellhound's chew toy and then...lights out. I came to six feet under and that was it." He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to talk about Hell anymore. Thankfully, Bobby got the message. "Hey, Sam's number ain't working. Where is he? And where's Rosie?"
Bobby took pity on him, sensing his reluctance. "Rosalie's out. And Sam's alive...as far as I'm aware anyway."
Dean sighed with relief. "Good. Wait, what do you mean 'as far as you're aware?"
Bobby sighed and cast his gaze to the floor. "We haven't spoken to him for months."
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?!" Dean was incredulous at Bobby's admittance. How could he just let Sam go off on his own like that? Didn't he know how dangerous it was to do that?! Sam could be anywhere right now doing anything and he wouldn't know. Suddenly, his blood turned to ice; was Sam the reason he was out of Hell? If so, what did that mean for him? Oh, God, the thought of Sam making a deal for him and going to Hell was more than enough to make him want to throw up.
Bobby's jaw clenched. His patience on the topic was wearing thin. While he understood where Dean was coming from, did he honestly forget he had another sibling? It certainly seemed that way and it was starting to piss him off. He had things to do, responsibilities to take care of (the main one being to take care of the only Winchester he could) among other things. He couldn't just drop everything to hunt for Sam when he obviously didn't want to be found. It wasn't fair on him and it wasn't fair on Rosalie. She didn't deserve to be ignored and neglected.
"What can I say? He was dead set on it. Left out of the blue with no note, no nothing." He shrugged, his tone sharper than intended.
"Bobby, you should have been looking for him!"
And with that sentence, Bobby's patience finally snapped. He got to his feet, his expression angry and intense as he stared Dean down. "I had more important things to do; like taking care of your sister. Or did you forget she existed? I had things to do, responsibilities to take care of. I didn't have time to go running around after a hunter that don't wanna be found. Your brother left us willingly, he abandoned the only family left when he left her behind. I think that was more important, don't you?"
Dean looked away, guilt threatening to overwhelm him. He hadn't meant it like that; he was just worried about the things his brother was up to. He didn't mean to imply his brother was more important than his sister because it wasn't true. That wasn't how he felt at all. He loved both his siblings the same amount. He just didn't expect to find his family scattered around like this. It was wrong.
"Yeah, I get it. Sorry, Bobby. Where is she anyway? I tried calling her after Sam, but I got no answer."
Bobby seemed to calm down a little at the genuine remorse on Dean's face and sat down. "She's out. Must've left her phone or something," he answered gruffly.
"Do you know when she'll be back?"
He shook his head 'no'. "I tried, okay? These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For any of us. We had to bury you."
"Why'd you bury me? What happened to salt and burning?"
"Well, I wanted you salt and burned, ya know, the drill? But Sam wouldn't have it."
Dean turned to look out of the window, his arms crossed against his chest. "Boy, am I glad he won that one."
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said."
Dean stiffened, turning to glare at Bobby suspiciously. "What do you mean?"
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. As I said, I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found,"
"Oh, dammit, Sammy," Dean murmured, mostly to himself, but Bobby heard it all the same.
"What?"
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo," he stated darkly. Bobby instantly became alert and on guard. If Dean was right and Sam had made a deal then things were about to get ugly. "We need to find him. Now."
"We should wait until Rose gets back."
Dean nodded in agreement then went on to inform Bobby of what happened after he woke up from his grave while he waited for his sister to get back...
45 minutes later
Rosalie threw back her head and laughed at her two friends. Jo Harvelle, a slightly younger woman than her with back length blonde hair, smirked at her own joke. Brielle Locke, a woman with dark, curly hair shook her head in amusement. Both women were hunters and good friends of hers. It was their idea to meet up and Rosalie was grateful for their thoughtfulness. Even at your saddest moment, those two really knew how to turn it around. The three of them sat cosily in a cafe in Town. Jo had brought a coffee, Brielle had a hot chocolate and she had a chocolate frappe. The Frappe was already half gone when she asked Jo for the time. The younger blonde glanced down at her watch and answered, "it's half three."
Rosalie ran a hand through her fringe and tapped her fingers on the table. "I've gotta go back soon. Left my mobile at home, Bobby's gonna start getting worried."
"Finish that drink first. I'm gonna get you another one before you leave," Brielle said, getting up.
"You don't have to."
Brielle shook her head almost sadly. "Nah, after everything that's happened, I think you deserve this."
Rosalie couldn't really argue with that, so she didn't. While Brielle was waiting in line, Jo took this opportunity to talk to her. "So, how's Sam?"
Rosalie folded her hands in her lap and stared distantly out the window. "No idea. He still hasn't bothered to get in touch."
Jo crossed her arms against her chest and glared at nothing in particular. She knew all about Sam abandoning Rosalie and Bobby after Dean died but she thought he'd at least have the decency to get in touch by now. Clearly she was wrong. Jo hated being wrong. "He's an asshole, I swear," she hissed.
"I know," she murmured, crossing her legs on the chair. For as long as she remembered, she could never sit with her legs straight. She had to sit cross-legged. "Still, nothing I can do about it."
"Have you tried to find him?"
"We tried. Bastard doesn't wanna be found so we gave up."
Oh, that's it! When she next saw Sam Winchester he was getting a good slap around the face and a piece of her mind. Rosalie was suffering more because of him. She had a good mind to ask her Mom to-
She was startled out of her thoughts when Rosalie suddenly jumped to her feet. "Need to go to the bathroom. Be right back." Jo watched her friend until she lost sight of her completely and went back to contemplate what she should do. She rested her hand in her chin and waited for the others to return. Brielle was the first to make it back to the table with the drinks, followed by Rosalie. The girls stayed at the cafe for another thirty minutes until Rosalie finally called it quits. She hugged both women and waved as she passed the window. She thought about calling Bobby to pick her up then remembered she left her phone behind. Transportation was limited for Rosalie as she hadn't passed her drivers test. She just hadn't got around to doing it and as a result, couldn't drive and didn't have a car of her own. At the time, she hadn't cared enough to do so when both of her brothers (mostly Dean) were able to drive. She had the money to do it, what with all the jobs she did from travelling the world and her modelling job.
Her height might not be the best when it came to modelling, but that didn't matter when her looks were her best feature. The blonde was often described as stunningly beautiful with a slender frame, small breasts and very long silver-white hair. Now that Dean was gone, so was the Impala. When Sam left them, he also took the car with him - something she wasn't exactly happy with. He never bothered to ask her about it at all. Maybe driving should be her next priority. But for now, taking the bus it was. Waiting for buses was never pleasant; they always took a long time to show up and cost a ridiculous amount - even for a single ticket.
The bus pulled up near the house just over half an hour later. By then it was about 4.35pm and she was getting hungry. The door was unlocked which meant Bobby was home. She dropped her keys on the table and called out. "Bobby? You in?" But it wasn't Bobby who greeted her. She rounded the corner to the kitchen and froze at the sight waiting for her. There, standing before her was none other than Dean, leaning against the counter as if he'd never left them to begin with. There was a cut on his arm - recent by the look of it - but she didn't care because he was there. Rosalie inhaled sharply, even as relief and joy crossed his face. The moment he made to move towards her was the moment she reacted out of pure instinct.
She took a step back and pulled out a knife she'd hidden earlier on. What the hell was this? Some sort of sick fucking joke?! Well, if it was, it was the last joke this thing was ever going to make. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't Dean. Dean was dead and he wasn't coming back. Must be a Shifter or something. Where the hell was Bobby though and why was this thing still alive? A dark thought crossed her mind; was Bobby hurt or worse - dead? If she hadn't wanted to throw up before she certainly did now. Of course Bobby wasn't dead, the man was as tough as door nails. No stupid Shifter was going to get the drop on a hunter like Bobby, no way in Hell! Pushing it aside for the moment, she focused on the creature. It held a hand up in a placating gesture. "Rosie, it's me. It's really me."
She shook her head in shock. "No," she murmured. He stood still, watching her sadly. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she was just hallucinating but alas, when she opened the again, he was still there. Sadness, horror and loss turned to anger and fury. How dare this thing use her brother against her?! She suddenly remembered the knife in her hand. She raised her hand in the air, extending her arm and throwing the knife. He ducked out of the way, picking it up and pointing it at her.
"Rose, it's me," he implored.
"No, it's not. That's impossible." She gritted her teeth in aggravation. She lunged at him, jumping into the air and kicking him square in the chest. She landed gracefully on her feet and immediately positioned herself in a fighting stance, fists up and ready, while he got to his feet, having recovered from her attack. She bent down to pick up the knife he dropped and flipped it into the air, catching the handle without even looking. That earned her an impressed look for him, but she ignored it. She circled him warily, even as he backed up. She swung the blade, but he jumped back and as he did so, she passed the knife swiftly to her other hand and swung again with a small cry. He dodged it and she spun around in a circle and lowered herself so she was leaning on a bent knee. Her eyes never left him and he could tell she was 100% focused on killing him. She stared him down impassively, cataloguing his every step, ready to attack at the slightest hint of movement. Dean would have grinned proudly at his baby sister if he hadn't known it would piss her off even more and probably end with him dying painfully by her hand.
He'd only seen his sister fight properly a handful of times over the past year or so - not because she couldn't fight, but because the trio had mainly been looking for ways to get him out of his deal; and before that, she was travelling the world. So watching her fight with him now made him proud of her. Most monsters tended to overlook her because of her small stature and delicate features which to them made her seem weak or fragile but he knew better. Rosalie Sierra Winchester was a warrior; a fighter and a hell of a hunter. She was a lethal weapon when primed and ready and it was always funny to see her take down the bastards that laughed at her. "Rosie, it's me."
Rosalie showed no emotion as she stared him down. Whatever this was did a damn good imitation of her dead brother. It looked like him, sounded like him and even acted like him. She pushed down the hope swelling within her and chose to focus on the facts and logic. She refused to cry in front of anything supernatural and locked away the despair and pain so it couldn't cloud her judgement. This thing needed to die and it needed to die now. She couldn't struggle with this otherwise it'd be the death of her. A pang of guilt shot through her at the hurt expression on his face. She was about to attack again when someone else entered the room. Bobby. He stopped at the sight of them but to her surprise and disbelief, he made no move to attack. What the hell?
Bobby softened at the sight of her - cornered, trapped and ready to attack - and reached out to her. "Easy, Rose. It's him, I'm sure of it."
For the first time, she hesitated. Could it be...? Was it possible? Her heart filled with hope and this time, she allowed it. Unshed tears filled her eyes and she looked to Bobby for the final confirmation. Her lips trembled when she got it and she wavered at the realisation that he was here again, alive. Her big brother was home. A happy cry of relief and sorrow emitted from her throat as she crashed into him, forcing him to stumble backwards. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face in his neck. He was here. He was alive again. Oh God, it was him!
"Oh, my God, it's you! It's really you!"
"It's really me," he confirmed, burying his own face in her shoulder. The smell of fruit filled his nostrils as he breathed in. They stayed like that for a good amount of time before pulling back and releasing each other.
"Bu-how the hell are you back?" Her eyes remained on him the whole time. Him being here normal and alive was almost too good to be true and if something was too good to be true then it meant something wasn't right.
He shrugged. "No idea."
"Well, what do you remember?" She asked carefully.
"As I told Bobby earlier: I don't remember much. One minute I was a chew toy then I woke up in a pine box. Tell you what though: you should have seen my grave site. Complete wreck. It was like a bomb went off or something. There was this force...a presence even, and I don't know how or why, but it was there. I felt it. It was close to me, and then there's this," he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to show them his arm - something he hadn't even shown Bobby yet. There was a large hand-print on his arm. It was definitely fresh; the scar tissue raised and red. "It was like a Demon yanked me straight out or something."
Or something.
They stared at his shoulder in horror and shock; what the hell could do something like that? Rosalie was tempted to gently touch the scar but stopped herself at the last second. It looked painful and the last thing she wanted to do was cause him more pain.
"Jesus Christ. Someone wanna tell me what the hell we're up against here?"
"No idea. I say we figure it out as we go along. In the meantime, I have another sibling to find," Dean replied grimly.
The other two watched as he set about trying to find Sam. They had a bad feeling this were going to get crazy fast and if they were right, they were going to need Sam and fast.
