I decided that I'm going to write this into a short story, maybe five or six chapters. Something like that. Please leave reviews on what I can fix with it, I'm kind of just fumbling around in the dark right now, haha. Also, the phrase in the end of the chapter, I'm not gonna tell you what language it is in. But if you're smart enough, you should be able to figure it out. ;) However, it literally translates into 'There will fall many, because this war will never end happy. But never they, please, never they', in case you wanted to know.


Chapter 2: Scars of the past

"So, you care to explain what happened back at that café?", Dean was making large gestures with his arms as he spoke with a raised voice, not quite screaming, but not quite talking normally either, "Like, you know for starters, what the hell you were even doing there?"

Rowen sighed and rolled her eyes at him, "I was passing through town. I've been down in San Diego looking through some disappearances, but it turned out to be nothing, just some ordinary psycho. I was going up to San Francisco when I started following some demons through Sunset Beach, and they literally led me to you idiots."

"Come on, Rowen, don't be like that", Sam spoke up from where he was sitting on one of the beds in the room, looking like he was taking out his frustration on the poor shotgun in his hands, "We just.."

"Just what? What excuse do you have for starting the fucking apocalypse?", She clenched her fists angrily, "I should have just killed you at that damn café when I had the chance. Actually I am surprised both of you are still alive."

Dean pursed his lips, as if he was restraining himself from blowing up in anger.

"You don't know anything", His younger brother said coldly and turned back to the shotgun that he was cleaning more ferociously as the clock ticked onwards.

"I know a lot more than you think", Rowen responded with an equally cold tone, "I thought you of all people should know not to trust a demon, much less bang one, but hey, as long as they claim to be on the good side of things, and let you suck their blood, it's okay, isn't that so, Sammy?"

That was clearly the bursting of the bubble for Sam who flew off the bed and had Rowen pinned against the wall with the shotgun pressed tightly against her throat so that when she tried to breath all that came out was choking and desperate attempts to get air into her lungs.

"SAMMY!", Dean pushed Sam away from Rowen before she could choke completely and he stumbled to the side, crashing into the bedside table.

"You should learn to control your little brother, Dean", Rowen had grabbed the knife out of it's holster and was holding it defensively while rubbing her throat which ached from where the shotgun had hit her.

"Everyone just shut the fuck up!", Dean had gotten enough of the fighting going on between the hunters in the room, "What the hell happened to you Rowen?"

"What's that supposed to mean?", She glanced over at him only for a few seconds taking her eyes away from Sam who was still semi-leaning against the bedside table.

"We don't see you for years-"

"It's not like you called or something and said, 'oh hey, Rowen, just thought I'd let you know I went to hell and an angel yanked me out, and now we're trying to stop this guy, you might have heard of him, his name is Lucifer, from breaking out of his cage where he's been safely stashed away so he won't you know, wipe out mankind'."

"-and then you show up with that.. that knife thing, whatever it is, and act like a fucking bitch."

"Where'd you get that thing anyway?", Sam had kept his eyes fixated on the knife ever since Rowen pulled it out of it's holster mere moments earlier.

"I snagged it from a demon, a demon classier than yours, Sammy", Rowen responded quickly, almost a bit too quick, and grinded her teeth together, something both Sam and Dean knew she did when she was lying - they had after all known her since well, forever it felt like.

"You're ly-", The younger brother started with triumph, but Dean cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"Can we just stop? Stop the damn fighting already", He breathed, sounding anxious and tired, which Rowen was still not used to hearing him sound like, but she assumed that with the current events, it wasn't like he could get any good sleep.

She slipped the knife back into it's holster and sighed tiredly, "I'm going to check on your... brother, damn, that sounds so weird to say."

"Tell me about it", Dean sighed as well and sat down on the bed.

"Has your angel buddy branded his ribs yet?", Rowen asked, not paying attention to how the brothers both visibly froze and looked at her strangely.

There was a long silence before Sam finally spoke up, sounding a lot calmer than he had done minutes earlier, "How do you know about that?"

"I take that as a yes, and please, everyone knows. You two may have been in your own little hunting world for a while now, but outside those invisible walls shielding you from everyone else, there's other hunters, and they talk. We talk", She responded hesitantly as she turned away from the brothers and gripped the doorknob, "And Sam.. Dean, you may think that I am being a bitch, but I am being nice comparing to what some hunters are saying. Just so you know."


Adam flipped over on the bed when he heard it open, and watched Rowen enter, looking more tired and worn-out than when he had last seen her. It was evident that there had been some word abuse and general fighting during her talk with his brothers. Not only because of how tired she suddenly looked, but also because he had heard the shouting through the paper thin walls, and the thumps of bodies hitting objects close to the walls.

"That bad, eh?", He mumbled in a questioning tone, and Rowen chuckled, almost bitterly, to his surprise.

"Please, that was nothing. I know those two like the back of my own hand, and that was a mere argument compared to fights we've had in the past", She threw the leather jacket on the chair next to the window and pulled at the blinds to block anyone from looking inside.

"Yeah, about that...", Adam began, not sure how to phrase it, "Exactly how do you know Sam and Dean?"

"I've been around since they were kids", Rowen responded without looking over at him as she started unclasping the knife holster from her jeans.

"You mean you grew up with them?", He asked curiously, not taking notice to her strange use of words when responding to his question.

"Something like that, I guess you could say."

She sat down on the bed next to his and fidgeted with the knife in her hand. It still sent chills down Adam's spine when he saw it, maybe because he'd had it against his throat twice by now, and with the temper that Rowen seemed to have, he doubted it had been the last.

"Were your parents hunters?", He continued and Rowen shook her head, "Really? How'd you get into well.. the business?"

"A ghoul killed my dad when I was a kid, like I told you before, and when I got older I guess I just wanted revenge on what killed him", She shrugged her shoulders and smiled with the corner of her mouth, a pressed smile that didn't seem the very least real.

"Did you?"

"Get revenge on the monster that killed my dad?"

Adam nodded and Rowen shrugged again, "I don't know. A long time ago I broke up a ghoul nest in the area where my dad was taken, but it's hard to say if the ghoul who killed my dad was actually one of them."

He made an 'O' shape with his mouth and fidgeted slightly with the hem of his shirt, "What about your mom?"

Rowen tensed up slightly at the mentioning of her mother and just shook her head.

"Nope, I've been pretty much on my own for my whole life. I've met her a few times, but most of the time I spent growing up with my paternal grandparents", She answered uneasily and then sighed before straightening up, "What about you?"

Adam pursed his lips and lowered his head.

"It was mostly just my mom and me. I only met John a handful of times, never knew what he was until the ghoul took me and...", His voice trailed off, he didn't want to say it out loud even though he knew it was true. Damnit, he missed his mother, "Did you know John very well?"

She smiled genuinely for the first time since the conversation had begun, almost like she was remembering something that made her happy, something she'd gone through with his dad.

"Almost better than Sam and Dean", She said after a moment of silence, "I still remember hearing about his death. I dropped everything in my hands just like that and was there for his funeral, if that's what you would want to call it."

There was more silence during which neither of them knew exactly what to say. Adam shifted uncomfortably in his place and itched his hand, at which Rowen looked up at him.

"He was only protecting you, y'know", She said in a low voice and Adam snorted as she looked down again and dragged her fingers along the knife's harsh edge.

"Yeah, that's what people keep telling me", He muttered below his breath, "Didn't work out very well, now did it?"

Rowen shrugged, "You're very lucky that at least you got to spend that much time being normal. Sometimes not knowing what's out there is the best thing."

"I don't think Sam an- my brothers, would agree with you", Adam scratched the back of his head as he spoke and pursed his lips, it still felt strange calling them his brothers.

"Sam and Dean don't know everything, you know", The redhead's voice turned to a sudden seriousness which surprised Adam a bit, "There's things out there.. things that shouldn't exist because their mere existence is so.. so horrible."

"Uhm, like.. what sort of things?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it", The strange way that her voice had changed to such a serious level disappeared just as quickly as it had come, "We should really try to sleep. Knowing Sam he will want to be hitting the road before we've even had a blink of sleep."

Adam stared at her, not sure what to say, "I.. Yeah, okay. Um, good night."

He couldn't put his finger exactly on what it was about Rowen, but she was weird in a way he couldn't wrap his head around. And it wasn't like he was stupid or anything, prior to that ghoul took him as a snack a year earlier he had been a pre-med student at the University of Wisconsin.


He awoke a few hours later in a dark and empty room. Adam quickly realized that the bed next to his was empty and he sat up in the bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Where was Rowen? He was just about to get out of bed when he saw the door opened ever so slightly. Curiosity got the best of him and he silently tip toed towards it, making sure he didn't make any sounds as he opened it a bit more to peek outside.

What he saw didn't at first strike him as strange. Rowen was standing leaned against the railing that overlooked the parking lot. They were on the second floor. She was smoking a cigarette and held a cellphone pressed tightly against her ear. Adam noted that she wasn't wearing her jeans anymore and the many scars in different faded versions that ran along her legs sent shivers down his spine. They criss-crossed into patterns of all kinds, and some just looked random. He couldn't make out that many of them because the sun hadn't gone up enough for it to be light outside, and from the distance he was standing. They looked like the wounds that had been there before had hurt. What had happened to this girl?

"Please, don't do this", She mumbled into the phone sounding nothing short of desperate, "They'll never agree to what you're offering, and if you kill them the angels will just bring them back. You know they will."

Adam almost held his breath as he tried to stay silent and pressed himself tightly against the wall so that he could see Rowen, but if she were to turn his way he'd easily be able to get out of her view. Who was she talking to? He was getting an uncanny feeling in the pit of his stomach that who Rowen was talking about were his older brothers.

"Don't come after me, you'll never find me", Rowen's voice went up ever so slightly as it turned almost angry but she quickly quieted down to mumblings and whispers again, "Impossible, she'd never do that. I don't care that you granted me this god damn curse, I'm not selling out my friends."

He watched her body move in the dull morning light as she slammed her hand into the railing and it clinked louder than what seemed normal, which made Adam jump in surprise.

"NO!", Rowen's voice went up again, "þar vili falla margr, síðan sási ófriðr vili aldri endi sæll. Eða aldri þeir, líka, aldri þeir."

He froze when she changed to another language which he didn't understand one bit of. It sounded nothing like languages he had ever heard before. For a moment Adam wondered if Rowen was going to cry. Her body started trembling as she snapped the cellphone shut and clenched it in her tiny hand, and threw the burnt up cigarette sailing across the railing and probably onto the asphalt of the parking lot a story below. She curled over the railing as if she was in pain and gasped out an agonizing sound before running her hands through the red hair that spread across her shoulders and the upper part of her back.

What was he supposed to do? Go out there and maybe... comfort her? It didn't seem like a very good idea because then she'd find out he had been spying on her, and considering what Adam had seen of Rowen's temper so far, well, he didn't like that knife of her's. Even if it didn't seem like she had it on her at the moment.

Adam watched her stand leaned over the railing with her head leaned in her hands for maybe another minute before she stood up straight and turned back towards the door. It made Adam quickly scramble back to his bed and he barely had time to duck in under the covers and feign being asleep when she slipped inside into the darkness of the room. He couldn't fall asleep again, and spent the remaining time until the sun came up completely just listening to Rowen's jagged breathing.