Chapter 10

January 24, 2001

Sam didn't ever bring up what I had said during my huge blowout with John, and John and I were back to normal. I didn't feel the need to go against his orders and he eased up on his strict rule that I never do anything dangerous. In fact John and I had just met back up with the brothers from a crazy hunt with a Boogeyman. Dean and Sam had been dealing with a bit of necromancy a few states away.

At that specific moment, Sam and I were out shopping while Dean and John were doing some investigation about the murders that had been happening. Sam and I had seen a Target on our way to the motel when we first arrived and had decided to stop by there without Dean knowing. Why? Because it was his 22nd birthday.

"Too bad they don't still sell cassettes." I said sarcastically, looking at all the old rock CD's that Dean would have liked. If only he would upgrade the crappy stereo system in the car.

"Seriously," Sam laughed. I was glad that things weren't awkward between us. Sam had no clue what had happened between that morning I had ditched until Dean and I caught up with them in South Dakota. I was amazed that he hadn't been asking me what happened, but I was sure that was because both Dean and John had probably told him not to bother me about it. Ever since then I'd been just a bit closer to them than to Sam. I felt bad for a little before I remembered that Sam didn't want the same things we did. I knew that Sam wasn't going to stick around much after we finished high school in a few months. He and John were still bickering about whatever it was they bickered about and they were very much on thin ice with each other. Sam was most likely going to get fed up quickly after graduation.

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There was one thing that kind of irked me. I'd never asked before, but none of the Winchester's seemed willing to talk about it. I knew that John hadn't started hunting until after Sam was born. And I knew that Mary, their mother, was dead and had died right before they started to hunt. I'd been starting to put pieces together. Sam would always bring up 'the demon'. That's usually how their fights started. John would travel to one place to head to a hunt, but then he'd get a phone call from one of his hunter buddies. I guessed Ellen or her husband. Then he'd be off to somewhere completely different, not tell us anything about it, and make us continue on the hunt we'd all ready be working on.

Sam would ask him where he was going and if it had to do with 'the demon'. He'd ask why we, probably meaning Dean and himself, couldn't go with him. He'd always mention how 'this was the demon that started this obsession'. Then John would fight back and tell Sam that he gave us a job to do so we were supposed to do it, no questions asked. Sam would threaten to leave and go start a life without us.

Then John would get in his truck and go off to wherever it was that he was going. After a few days he'd call and ask us where we were and set up a time and place to meet back up again. And sometimes for some reason, John would ask one of us to come with him. All this made me believe that he did this so that Sam would stop fighting, to let him think that we were helping with 'the demon'. But we all knew that the trips he brought us on never had anything to do with 'the demon'.

So I had guessed that Mary hadn't just died. I figured that she had been killed, by a demon. The demon. I knew this was very likely, mainly because you have to wonder how somebody ever became a hunter. Nobody knew about anything supernatural unless they were being attacked or haunted or were having to deal with something along those lines. Usually the general rule of thumb was that when that happened, somebody died and it was probably somebody close to you. And that made you want revenge, to hunt down whatever it was that killed your loved one.

"How about this?" Sam asked, holding up the book 'Fast Food Nation'. I laughed.

"I don't think it'll have the right response that we want." I said.

For now, I wouldn't ask any of them about it. Mainly because there was nothing I really needed to know about but also because none of them had bothered me about my huge breakdown. I only would ask if the time came when Sam had completely lost it and left us to start a new life.

"Why is it so difficult to shop for Dean? I mean, seriously he's so simple. Eat gross fattening food, listen to hair-metal and sleep." I whined, tossing a car magazine down. The only magazine that Dean would be interested in was one full of Asian girls with huge tits. It made me sick to my stomach the amount of times I'd use Sam's laptop to do some school work or research and find a sticky keyboard and the internet stuck on . After that I begged John to buy me my own laptop. As soon as I got it I password protected it. Nobody, not even the Winchester's would ever guess that '19PhilCollins83' was my password. I've never even listened to Phil Collins other than that song 'In the Air Tonight'. The only reason why I'd heard it was it was one of the songs that played during the homecoming that Sam and I went to. I had asked somebody what the name was.

"I know this is getting pretty ridiculous. We've all ready covered the entire store twice." Sam said. "Do you want to go to pawn shop across the street?"

I nodded and we quickly left, walking between traffic to get to the store. We passed by the jewelry section and I was tempted to stop and look. John had given us a brand new fake credit card. This would be the first time we used it, so it wouldn't be so horrible if I bought something for myself. Sam saw me looking but he walked behind me and started pushing me away. A thought struck me.

"Hey, you think this is one of those shops that sell weapons?" I asked. Sam stopped and turned around to find a sign anywhere. It was lucky that Sam was so freaking tall now. He was more than six feet tall. He grinned and led me to where he saw the sign hanging down. We looked at the guns they had and I noticed some red-neck trying to return a sawed-off shotgun but the guy behind the counter wouldn't take it.

I nudged Sam to look as the employee was telling the man that they didn't sell any sawed-off's and the red-neck was getting really ticked off. The quality of the gun, from what we could both see, was spectacular. It definitely looked like the kind of gun that Dean would love to use. I unbuttoned the three buttons at the top of my polo and pulled the camisole that I was wearing down so that you couldn't see it. If you were looking at me you could just barely see the lace at the top of my bra. I took my hair out of its usual ponytail and shook it out.

I approached the man with a certain look in my eyes that could make any guy melt.

"Excuse me," I said while I gently put my hand on the man's arm. He turned to look at me but his eyes fell down into my cleavage. I felt creepy-crawlies all over at the look he was giving me but I didn't show it. "Can I take a look at your gun?"

He nodded, still in awe. "Sure miss." He grinned and handed the gun to me. I smiled in thanks, making sure my dimples showed. Men responded well to dimples in the right places. I grabbed the gun and expected it. I checked the barrel and I was really impressed with the gun. I quickly stole a glance at Sam and nodded slightly.

"How much do you want for it?" I asked him, looking back up with a smile. The guy at the counter had been distracted by a different customer looking at knives.

"Hell, $100 would do it," He said. I grinned. Perfect. He thought he was getting a deal. He really didn't know what he had here and he obviously didn't buy it from here. Jackass. He deserved to be screwed over.

"Well," I motioned for Sam to come over, "I'm interested in buying it. Will you go with my brother so that he can find an ATM machine and get you the money?"

The guy shifted to looking at one of the guns in the glass case and back to me. I smirked and cocked my hip. The gun he was specifically looking at was only a little more than what he wanted for this gun.

"Or we could buy you a new one here of equal value, give or take a few bucks?" I offered. He grinned and nodded. I handed Sam the gun and reached for the credit card, only to notice that he all ready had it in his hand. I paused and looked in my wallet. I had the new card that John had handed to me… did he get more than one? I mentally shrugged and put my wallet back in my jacket pocket.

"I'm gonna go check out the jewelry now. Come find me when you're done." Sam was the one who had to buy it since John hadn't given me a fake weapon's license. I really should get one soon. Sam nodded and I headed back to where I remembered it to be.

I started searching the glass cases full of jewelry but didn't find anything special. I found my way in the men's jewelry and started looking at the rings they had. I smiled when I saw one that looked familiar. Somebody had had a ring with a French charm engraved on the inside that supposedly, according to the French, warned you when danger was near. I couldn't believe I had remembered that; it was one of the random things that my mom taught me that I seemed to remember.

I paused as I saw a few more French charm necklaces and rings. There were a lot that I couldn't place but I remembered the phrases for strength, keeping a clear head, luck and a few others. I was amazed at the selection that this shop had, it was extraordinary. I also found a pair of pretty topaz earrings. I was born in November and topaz was the month stone.

"Can I help you?" I looked up and saw an older lady leaning on the other side of the counter. I smiled and nodded.

"I'd like to buy that ring," I said, pointing out the first one I had seen; the one that helped you know when danger was near. "And these earrings."

She grabbed the two things and started to ring the items up.

"Could you wrap the ring up for me too please?" I asked. She smiled and nodded, adding on a little extra for it. When I checked the price on the register it was still a lot less than what Sam was going to have to pay for that sawed-off so I didn't feel guilty at all. The only thing I was slightly worried about was that my ears weren't pierced, and I was going to have to convince Dean or Sam to pierce them for me. If there's one thing that scares the crap out of me, it's needles. And bugs; I hate bugs, but I digress. I really don't know what inspired me to buy the earrings, but I didn't care.

Sam came over as soon as I was finished and he rolled his eyes when he saw me with a bag, indicating the purchases I had made. I grinned and shrugged.

"Did we get the sawed-off?" I asked. Sam nodded.

"I all ready put it in the back of the Impala. I figured Dean would think something was up if we came back with a new gun." He said as we went back to the car across the street.

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We hadn't really celebrated birthdays or any holidays since Sam and I were really little. John had usually been on hunts and even when he'd promise to be back in time, he never actually was. But the boys and I always got each other a present for birthdays even if we never let John know. I think he probably knew, seeing how we'd end up with new weapons randomly throughout the year but he never said anything about it. I guess he was just letting us have some fun.

We made it back to the motel and saw that John's truck still wasn't in the parking lot. Sam brought in the gun and an old newspaper that was outside one of the other motel rooms and started to wrap it really badly.

"That looks so horrible," I said, laughing as he wrapped tape around and around the newspaper covered gun. He shrugged.

"Doesn't matter." He smirked. "What does matter is that Dean has a hard time opening it."

The time I smirked and started going through my duffel and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He laughed and caught it as I tossed it to him and he started wrapping the duct tape. Dean would have fun trying to get all the tape off.

"Make him work to get his present." I said, lying on the bed. We heard John's truck but we only heard one door slam shut before the truck took off again. I wondered what happened, and I hoped that the two didn't get into a fight. I heard the door jiggle before it opened and Dean walked through. He didn't look happy or upset, but he smiled when he saw Sam wrapping his present still. Sam ripped off the piece of tape he was using and patted it down, deciding that he was finished with it.

"What's that?" Dean asked, shutting the door behind him. He came over and sat down on the other side of the bed that I was on.

"I think you know," Sam said as he handed it to him. Dean grinned and started unwrapping the tape. The smile slowly vanished as he continued to peel all the tape off. Sam had used a lot of it, not to mention all the scotch tape underneath too.

"What the hell did you guys do to my present?" He whined. Sam and I laughed.

"It'll all be worth it when you finally open it." Sam said. I nodded.

"It was totally lucky that we found it too." I added. He finally managed to get past all the duct tape, leaving the sticky pile at his feet. He ripped through the scotch tape and the newspaper and his eyes lit up when he pulled the gun out of the mess.

"It's beautiful," Dean said. Sam and I glanced at each other. Only Dean would respond to cars and weapons that way. I don't think I'd ever heard him use that word to describe a woman.

"Rose had to use some of her fine negotiating skills to get it." Sam said, laughing at the memory of the guy's face when I sauntered over to talk to him. Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked over at me.

"I just flashed my cleavage a little." I defended.

"Yeah, try a lot." Sam corrected. Dean raised both eyebrows and gave me a stern look.

"What? Are you telling me that you're mad that it got you the gun?" I asked. His eyes traveled back to the gun in his hands and he started to smile again. He turned back to me and pointed his finger straight at my face.

"Just don't do it again." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Please, we get half our information from me flashing a little skin. You guys are just jealous that you can't do the same." I said. They stopped to think and then shrugged.

"This is amazing guys, thanks." Dean said. He started cleaning the gun and looking through the trunk of the Impala for ammo to load his new gun with. I knew he'd want to use it as soon as possible.

John came back shortly after and didn't mention the new gun that Dean was cleaning the barrel of. Instead he told Sam to get a jacket. Sam bit his tongue, not asking where they were going seeing as how it would start a fight. He probably wanted to make this day a little more enjoyable for Dean.

After Sam and John left it was just Dean and I.

"So you like your gun?" I asked, watching him as he messed with it. He looked up and grinned. I loved his smile. It was definitely an attractive smile, seeing as how he used it and his smirk to get girls to swoon over him.

"I love it. It's awesome." He reached over to hug me and I smiled while taking in his familiar scent. I remembered the ring and earrings.

"You want to help me with something?" I asked. Dean shrugged and watched as I pulled out a needle and some rubbing alcohol. "I bought earrings today."

Dean's eyes widened. "Your ears aren't pierced."

"Thank you Captain Obvious." I rolled my eyes. "That's why I want you to pierce them for me."

He looked about ready to reject.

"Please! I'd do it myself but you know I'm scared of needles." He sighed but he still wasn't convinced. "I'll give you your other present."

He quickly grabbed the book of matches on the nightstand and got up. "We should probably do this in the bathroom."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me in, not bothering to shut the door behind us. I sat up on the counter and pulled my hair back so he could see what he was doing.

"Is this considered a chick flick moment?" I asked suddenly, as he was marking where to pierce. He glared at me.

"Of course not. I'm only doing this so you'll give me my other present." He told me, grabbing the needle and running the flame from one of the matches over it. He had rubbed my ears with the alcohol all ready, before he marked the lobes. "All right, do you have your earrings? I'll put them in right after I pierce it for you."

I pulled the box out from my jacket, making sure it wasn't the wrapped one with his ring in it. He opened the box and smiled.

"They look nice," I smiled back and closed my eyes tightly as he brought the needle up to my left ear. "On the count of three, all right?"

I nodded.

"One, two, three," he said and pushed the needle through. I winced as it burned but it didn't hurt too badly. He left the needle in for a moment as he took out one of the earrings. "Uh, well, this might hurt more because the earring is a little thicker than the needle."

"Doesn't matter. It's not like I haven't gotten hurt before." I said, laughing a little.

"True." He pushed the needle all the way through and quickly followed with the earring. I grimaced as he worked it through, finally feeling a stream of blood running down my neck. I heard a pop as he put the back of the earring on and then pulled away. "I can't believe I just pierced your ear."

"Well hurry up and clean that needle off so you can pierce my other ear." I said. "Before I change my mind."

I took a couple tissues from the box on the counter and ran it under some water while Dean rinsed the needle and sterilized it again. I cleaned off the blood that I felt and gently dabbed my piercing so that I wouldn't irritate it. I smiled when it didn't hurt much at all.

Dean pierced my other ear, a little more quickly than the first. I'm sure he was eager to get it over with and get his other present. He slipped the earring in a little more smoothly than the other one had and popped the back in place. I rinsed off both ears and turned to look in the mirror. I smiled and played with them a little.

Dean cleared his throat and I turned to see him with his hand open in front of him, obviously waiting for his present. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the box out of my sweatshirt pocket and tossed it to him. I cleaned the mess we made and put the needle and rubbing alcohol away as he sat on the bed and started to open it.

He opened the box and stared at the ring with a blank face. I blushed. Did he not like it? I mean, I know its jewelry, but it was pretty masculine.

"What does it mean?" He asked, looking up at me.

"It's a French charm. It's supposed to let you know when there's danger around." I told him. He smiled as he pulled it out and quickly slipped it on his finger. He got up and wrapped his arms around me again. I hugged him back.

"Thanks, Rosie." He said.

"No problem Dean.
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Hey! So I'm sure you guys don't mind that I took a break from writing my script to update a chapter for you guys. :) I know, I know, I'm amazing. You know what would be even more super amazing and help me with my script writing? If I got at least 10 reviews for this chapter. It's true. And it would make me want to take another break and update sooner. But, you know, it's just a suggestion. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Now we all know how Dean got his ring and his sawed-off. I honestly don't know anything about guns so I really just kind of guessed. Anyway, I'll stop so that you can go ahead and review. Yeah, you. I see you. And I'm predicting that you're gonna take a minute to review, just like I took a minute to update. :)