--I'm back with a vengeance!--

4

"One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great. He, he tastes like you but sweeter. Ohh.." Rose had her headphones from her ipod in her ears and was singing while she brushed her hair. Dean shook his head.

"I hove no friggin clue what she's singin." He said.

"Seriously?" Sam laughed. Dean nodded. "You've never heard of Fall Out Boy?"

"Fall Out who?" Dean asked. Rose walked out of the bathroom, purse in hand.

"Fall Out Boy." Rose said. "They're like, iconic to teenagers. Besides Pete Wentz is S-M-O-K-I-N smokin." She shook her head and plopped down on the bed.

"Rose," Sam said. "Why didn't you use your powers last night?" He asked. Rose sighed.

"I can't hurt humans." She said. "No matter what they're trying to do. And besides, if I would have, those boys would be dead. Along with everyone else in that room."

"You don't know that." Sam said, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah I do." She said, laughing ruefully. Sam furrowed his brows.

"How?" He asked. Rose closed her eyes and took her headphones out of her ears.

"About two months ago I was in a store and the store got robbed. There was like, fifty people in this place. Anyway I thought my powers could stop these guys and I could just ya know hurt 'em. So I tried building up as little energy as possible and let it go. Well it backfired. It was amplified by like a hundred. All of those people died. Moms, Dads, kids. Sisters, teachers, maybe even a hunter, all dead, and I killed them. There was nothing left except a few sprinklings of dust and little old me. They were in front of me, where I could see them." She said. Sam wrapped his arm around her.

"Rose that wasn't your fault. You had no control over what happened. How were you supposed to know it would turn out that way?" He said.

"I don't know Sham." She shrugged. "I just wish something else would have happened. I wish something would have stopped me. But nothing did. And all those people died because of me. I never use my powers on humans ever. Never again...I was thirteen at the time."

"Rose it's okay." Sam said, hugging her.

"Thanks Shammy." Rose said, swallowing the lump in her throat. She wrapped her arms around him, tight. She felt safe with Sam and Dean, more than she ever had in her life. Dean shook his head.

What else don't we know about her? He thought.

"So Rose," Dean began, smile planted on his face. "Ya know how to play poker?" Rose shook her head.

"I've played a couple times but I'm not really good." She said. Dean's smile broadened.

"Well come here I'll show ya." He said, still grinning. He was gonna get his twenty bucks back.

One hour later...

"Alrighty Dean hand it over." Rose said, smirking. Dean scowled and pulled his shirt over his head. Rose bit her lower lip as he did so. He handed it to her and she grinned.

"Dean I think we've been hustled." Sam said, his chest also bare. Rose was fully clothed and laughing. She had gotten all the cash in their wallets and now their shirts.

"Gee Sammy what was your first clue?" Dean said bitterly. "I thought you said you weren't that good."

"Well," Rose grinned. "I fibbed." Her eyes roved up and down their bodies, marveling at Sam's abs and Dean's biceps.

"No you hustled." Sam said.

"I gotta hand it to ya though." Dean said. "You hustled very well."

"I know." She shrugged. "And I am loving the rewards." She said, staring at their muscular bodies. She smiled at them and wiggled her eyebrows. Dean laughed, Sam folded his arms over his chest. "Aw Shammy don't be shy." She said.

"Yeah Sam." Dean giggled.

"Shut up." Sam smiled. Rose stood from the small table.

"I'm keeping these by the way." She said, shaking their shirts. She unzipped her bag and threw them inside. "My friends on myspace aren't going to believe this." She grinned. Sam and Dean laughed.

"Well I'm glad you're having fun." Sam said. Rose nodded.

"Ohoh yeah." She nodded. Dean stood and walked over to his bag. He unzipped his and Sam's and pulled out shirts. "Aw buzzkill." Rose whined.

Sam pulled his shirt over his head. As he did they heard a knock on the door. Sam stood and opened it. A tall, thick man stood in front of him.

"Can I help you?" Sam asked. The man nodded.

"Oh yeah." He said. His fist flew forward and collided with Sam's jaw. Sam flew back into the room.

"SAM!" Dean yelled running toward his unconcious brother. The man reached Sam first. He pulled Sam up and held a knife to his throat. Dean stopped. "Don't please!" He pleaded. The man grinned and blinked, his eyes black as coal when he opened them. Rose was dumbstruck, numb and unable to move. "Let go of him you black eyed bastard." Dean growled.

"No I don't think so." The man grinned. He looked past Dean to Rose."You know what we want. Twenty-four hours or he dies. And the longer you take the worse off he'll be." The man snapped his fingers and Dean and Rose flew against the wall, knocking them both out. The man left the room. He opened the van he had driven and threw Sam inside. He bound his hands and slammed the door shut, peeling out of the parking lot and out of sight.

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