"Rose, go pack a bag, you're coming to the Bunker with us. Dean, you can smack Crowley around later; right now we need to get Rose out of here. Crowley, so help me, if you have ever hurt Rose in any way-"
CHAPTER TWO
In which (almost) everything is explained
(Written to: Going Hozen by Russell Brower from World of Warcraft: Mists of Pandaria)
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"So the King of Hell is screwing my baby sister?"
"Dean, lay off."
"Do I even wanna know how long...this has been going on?"
"It's none of your business."
"None of my business my ass. How long, Rose?"
"Four years." Rose mumbled, leaning back into her seat in the car. She was crammed in the back with Crowley, who was only there because Rose had slapped a pair of demon cuffs on him before he could zap away. She wasn't going to get chewed out and let him walk away unscathed.
"How many?" Dean was shouting at this point.
"Four." Rose muttered again.
"Oh my god." Sam ran a hand over his face.
Before anyone could start yelling again, Rose took her chance. "Is anyone going to explain exactly why Abaddon wants to kill me?"
"Why don't you ask your little boy toy?" Dean was gripping the steering wheel of the Impala so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white.
Rose turned to Crowley, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Yes, well, I'm afraid that is my fault."
"What the hell happened?" Rose was doing her best to keep from shouting.
Crowley sighed. "I'm sure you remember my little...problem."
"You mean your addiction? Yeah, I remember it. Unfortunately…"
"A particular demon who I thought I could trust-"
"Sold you out to Abaddon."
"Exactly."
"What were you doing spilling that stuff to demons? I had you covered! We talked about this! You weren't supposed to tell anyone!" Rose punched his arm as best she could while crammed in the back of the Impala.
"Well I didn't exactly want to bleed you dry!"
"Whoa wait, this demon was getting blood for you?"
"Can we save this lover's quarrel for later?" Dean groaned from the driver's seat.
"Fine. But don't think he saved you." Rose glared at the demon beside her.
"Wouldn't dream of it, love." He mocked.
"So how exactly does Abaddon know about me?"
"Well, frankly it didn't make sense until now. We know she wants us out of the picture, so we knew we had to come get you. She doesn't care if you haven't been involved. But apparently you're way more involved than we thought." Sam explained, practically choking through the last sentence.
"Okay, so she's after me because of you two numbskulls. What the hell did you do to piss her off? And what does Crowley's addiction have to do with any of this?"
"We're gonna kill her, that's what." Dean grumbled.
Before Rose could shoot back another flurry of impatient questions, Sam began explaining again. "A few weeks back, Crowley called to tell us that he might have let slip when he was high that we were after...a weapon that can kill Abaddon, and that the information probably got to her."
"Idiots…" Rose groaned.
"I believe I also let slip that there was a certain lady I fancied, although I don't really remember." Crowley was quieter now, but was still working on keeping his tough guy facade.
Rose threw her head back, resting it on the top of the seat, and let out a rather loud grunt. "I told you not to leave my apartment until you were clean. I can handle a little blood loss, you nincompoop. But no, you had to go and rely on another demon to get blood for you. Did you two get high together? Share your secrets? Have a little pillow talk?"
No one spoke for another five minutes. The silence was so tense, it could have been sliced straight through with a needle. Rose's mind was racing. A Knight of Hell was after her for leverage over her brothers and the King of Hell. She was beyond screwed. The best part was that both her brothers and Crowley figured Abaddon was after her, but neither of them had shared that information with the other. Crowley didn't trust the Winchester boys to take care of his lover, and Sam and Dean never let slip to anyone that they had a sister.
Rose sat up straight again. That thought surprised her. No one knew that Sam and Dean had a sister - outside of Bobby and Castiel of course.
"How did Abaddon find out about me?" Rose asked, softer than before.
"Just before we picked you up, Cas called. Told us that he had a lead on...a case, and that he heard through the angel grapevine that people had been doing their research on the Winchester family." Dean explained, clearly calming down. His grip on the steering wheel had let up some, and he wasn't speaking through gritted teeth anymore.
"A….case? Since when does Cas help you with cases?" Rose had a brow raised.
"Since we asked."
"Is that what you were doing in Chicago? If Cas called you right before you got me, then you must have been close."
"Yeah. If Cas hadn't called to warn us, we still would have taken you with us. I mean, Chicago's a dangerous city, but there's an entire underground circle of monsters running the place." Sam spoke up.
"I know." Rose shrugged it off.
"You know?" Sam raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yeah. I'm retired, not dead." She scoffed. "Contrary to your stupid beliefs, I'm actually smart."
"That's not what I-oh nevermind." Sam shook his head. "So you knew and didn't do anything about them? Didn't call us?"
"Actually, we were in cahoots." Rose smirked when Dean nearly swerved off the road.
"Excuse me?" Dean barked.
"Relax, I'm joking." She chuckled. "No, really, we got along. I kept out of their way if they kept out of mine. We were actually all good buddies."
Sam groaned and shifted around his seat. Rose only laughed.
Her smile faded when another question occurred to her. "Explain one more thing. Why exactly do you wanna kill Abaddon?"
In the front, the boys exchanged glances.
"You mean other than her coming after our sister?" Dean was the first to speak.
"The bitch coming after me is a result of you wanting to kill her. So what's the real reason?" Rose crossed her arms, doing her best to stare them down.
"It's a long story." Sam said.
"We've got time." Rose sassed back.
Dean huffed. "The less you know, the better."
"Not knowing anything isn't going to stop Abaddon from killing me. So you may as well tell me."
"You wanna go back to your life after the bitch is dead, don't you?"
"That's the plan."
"Then the less you know, the better."
Rose sighed, but didn't push it any further. If they weren't going to tell her anything, she would find another way. There was more at play than they were letting on.
