Hi! My name is Rosalie McCall and I'm 22 years old. When my parents got divorced, I stayed with my dad, while my brother stayed with mom. I went to college and met him. Yep, cliche, I know. I was 19 years old, staying over at my best friends apartment Jess and her boyfriend Sam. I was sleeping on their couch, when I suddenly saw Sam fighting with some guy. I did the most stupid thing I could. I screamed. Yes, Rose, well done! Of course did that wake Jess as well. And there was he. Dean Winchester, Sams older and hotter brother.
Sam left with Dean to search for their dad, who had gone missing. Sunday night, I wanted to visit Jess. All I found was a burned apartment, Sam and Dean shocked next to their car and police officers telling me that my best friend died. My best friend, since day one from college, died. Fucking died. I broke down and Dean was the one to calm me down. I offered them to stay at my place for the night, since they both didn't have a place. But that wasn't the only reason... I didn't want to be alone. Something was wrong. Nobody could tell what happened and what caused the fire, but it was like Sam and Dean knew something. And guess what? I was right. They told me everything. Like, fucking everything. From how their mother got killed by some freaking demon, to how they trained their whole lifes long to be hunters and how their dad got missing on a hunting job. Me being my 19 year old self, begged them both to let me tag along and show me everything they knew. And that's exactly what we did for the next year. I fell madly in love with Dean and the best thing about that? He felt the same for me.
Eventually we found their dad, even the demon and the right weapon to kill him. He was not only the one that killed their mother Mary Winchester, but also Jess. But we couldn't kill him. There were some complications. We got into a car accident, and only a few days later, John, daddy Winchester, died. After that, all we did was hunting. My boyfriend, Dean, gave me a promise-ring, because things started to get serious between us. I couldn't be happier.
But of course, that wouldn't last long. Sammy got killed... How? Let's just say, that this yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch was going to pay. Dean couldn't take it, I mean, who could? Losing your last living family member? I would have lost my mind, I'm sure. Dean went to a crossroad demon, and made a deal. His baby brother was brought back.
Next thing I know is that Dean had only one year left to live. One. fucking. year. Wanna know what's the worst? He didn't even think about telling us. He didn't want to be saved. He wanted us to watch him die. After some time, he finally agreed with us and wanted to be saved. All I thought about was how to save him. My love. My boyfriend. My first everything. I couldn't lose him, no. Not him as well, not after losing my best friend. But we weren't lucky as we thought. We couldn't save him. He died. Dead... dead. He was dead. Dean Winchester was dead.
I wanted to start a normal life after that. I just couldn't take it. Hell, I didn't even want to think about it. I moved to Kansas, Lawrence, his home tome. I told Sam where I now lived. He visited me from time to time. Guessing I got a normal life again? Nope. I started drinking, smoking and had lot's of one night stands. I tried to numb the pain, but nothing helped. I kinda got a drinking problem. But that wasn't something I couldn't deal with.
A year passed. I was fucked up. Broken, lonely and lost. Suddenly I found him standing in front of my door. Dean Winchester. And god, it really was him, no fucking ghost, demon or shapeshifter. It was my Dean. Alive. We had a normal life together for the next few months. I started to think about starting a family with him. But he had other plans. He went off, to find Sam and start hunting again. That's what he did, fucking left me, and started hunting with his baby brother. I was broken.
Some months later, he came back. He came back to me. Me being me, I took him back in. Man, I really loved that guy. We lived together, did couple-ly things together... Guess what he did next? He left me again. For hunting. But this time, I couldn't give two shits. I told him to get far away from me and never come back. I knew that deep down I didn't mean a word that I said, but I just couldn't take his shit anymore. Even after all this shit, I still couldn't bring myself to take off my ring. I love him. Guess that's the only thing that won't change. I did the only thing that I thought that would help me. I went home.
Beacon Hills, California... Oh sweet Cali. Happy families with 2.5 kids, and a dog all living in a house with a white picket fence. Nope, didn't really miss this. Why could all these people have all that, but Dean and I couldn't? Right, because he didn't want that. I didn't tell my mom that I was coming. I just came out of nowhere. I didn't really notice how much I missed them, till that moment. My baby brother, Scott, was almost taller than me. He was what, 16 years old? Last time I saw him, he was like 11. I started a normal life again. Got a job at a little caffee, kinda got my drinking problem under control, I was even searching for an apartment. I never told anyone about the past few years of my life. I only told my mom about Dean because she got curious about my ring, of course I left out all of the dying, hunting and killing. But of course, he had to show up again.