Rose Winchester remembers that night as if it was last night. The memories of that night haunt her to the core. She sees it every time she closes her eyes. It drives her to do her job. To kill what needs to be killed. There is no questioning her life or her job. Not after everything she has seen. She has known many who questioned the job or the lifestyle, but she wouldn't be one of them. She lives for the hunt. She lives for the hunt of killing those evil bastards. She thrives off their deaths and she always craves the next hunt. She seeks vengeance for her mother's murder and she doesn't care how many monsters she has to go through to find the right one. They all were evil and they all deserve the punishment of death and Rose Winchester was the executioner.
How this all started was twenty-two years ago in Lawrence, Kansas. Rose had only been three with an older brother, Dean, who was four and her baby brother, Sam who had only been a year old. They lived in a simple home with their parents and their lives were normal. Even that night was normal.
Their mother had carried Rose and Dean up the stairs to their brother's bedroom. "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother." She told them as she walked them into the room. She had put Dean down in order for him to get on the step stool and kiss his brother's forehead in the crib, while Rose was held over Sam to do the same.
"Goodnight, Sam." The two told their brother.
"Goodnight, love." Their mother whispered lovingly.
"Hey, Dean, Rosie." Their father had walked through the door at that moment after a long night of working. Both the kids had been excited to see their father.
"Daddy!" Dean had shouted as he rushed to his father, while Rose squirmed in her mother's arms,wanting to be put down so she could do the same.
"Hey, buddy." Their father said as he scooped up Dean and made his way to his daughter. "So what do you think? Do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" He asked as he got to Rose.
"No, Daddy." Dean laughs.
"No?" Their father laughs before looking at his wife. "I got her. She's about ready to squirm right out, aren't you, princess?" He scooped Rose up, who held onto him and giggled.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy." She chanted as he kissed the top of her head.
"I got them." He told his wife before he held them tighter in his arms. "Sweet dreams, Sam." He said before he walked the two kids out of the room. He put Dean down first, who was the heaviest. "Get some sleep, buddy and in the morning we'll toss the old ball around." Dean nods, already excited for the idea of spending time with his father.
"Come on, Princess, your turn." He lead Rose down the hall to her room and laid her down in her toddler bed. "How about you, Princess, do you want to toss the ball around?"
"Can I ride in the impala?" He smiled down at his daughter and kisses her temple.
"Anything for you, Princess. Get some sleep, okay. I love you." She smiled at him as her eyes drifted closed.
Everything had been normal that night until Rose woke up to her mother's shout. "Sammy! Sammy!" Rose had gotten out of bed when she heard her mother and she headed down the hall to her brother's room to see for herself what was going on.
It had been her scream that woke her father. She entered her mother's room and saw her on top of the ceiling, her stomach had been sliced and her baby brother was crying. "Daddy!" She screamed.
"Rosie!" She heard her father shout. "Rosie, baby!" Rose stared up at her mother in horror and with eyes void of any emotion. She was frozen beneath her mother's dead eyes. "Rosie, baby, what's wrong? Is your brother hurt? Rosie, talk to me, baby." Her father said when he knelt before her.
"Mommy." Was the only thing she could say before she burst into tears.
"What about mommy, Princess? Where's mommy?" Rose looked up at the ceiling, causing her father to follow her eyes. "No, Mary!" He shouted before Rose's mother burst into flames. He scooped Rose up and Sam before rushing out of the room as it was engulfed into flames.
"Daddy!" Rose cried.
"Daddy?" Dean cried as he went out into the hallway.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can!" He shouted as Rose held tight to her father. "Don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" While Dean ran out with Sam, Rose's father ran back into the room with her. "Mary!" He shouted as he held on his daughter tightly. "Mary!" Her mother was consumed by the fire and had no hope of being alive, so Rose's father ran out with her before they could perish with Mary. They ran out the door and scooped Dean and Sam up just as an explosion went off. "I got you." He told them as he ran to the end of their driveway.
When the police arrived the house was in ruins, while the family sat by the impala together. That night had changed everything for all of them, but for Rose and her father, it changed the most.