NOTE:

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Speaking:

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"Monster & Demon Speech/SHOUTING!"

"Enochian (Angel) Speech"

'Thinking' *but can also be a word emphasized, with the little [ ' ' ] representing air quotes*

Flashbacks & Dreams

Telepathic link

§Parseltongue§ (Snake and Dragon Speech)


Tuesday, June 23rd Maple Springs, Kentucky 9 pm.

Three brothers were going over ordered materials at a construction site for the new ONCE UPON A TIME luxury home neighborhood they were hired to construct when they heard growling in the distance.

"What was that?" The youngest amongst the three asked.

"I don't know a dog maybe?" The second guy replied.

"That's a hell of a dog." The youngest said, still staring with a confused frown in the direction of the noise.

"Ok we got a crew coming in the morning" The eldest of the group began, his voice growing more annoyed as he continued speaking. "Look at this wood, huh. Look at it it's crap. Where'd you order it from?" He questioned the second guy in obvious frustration while holding up a piece of wood that was warped and curved.

"Same place as always." Was the annoyed response, complete with eye role.

"We should have used cinder block like I wanted." The younger man put his two cents in looking skyward. He was getting annoyed with his two partners.

They started walking towards more material items while continuing to argue. "Look it comes down to this. One gust of wind and the whole place is gonna blow over." The youngest tried to convince the other two who were walking slightly in front of him. They were his older brothers and while he loved them, he was really getting peeved that they didn't agree with him that using cinder block instead of flimsy wood for the new homes was a good idea.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." The middle brother said with an exasperated tone.

*Bang*

The youngest stopped in his tracks, "Hey did you hear that?"

"Hear what!?" The eldest snapped looking over the blueprints for the layout of the entire neighborhood. He was still mad about the crappy wood and short time frame they had to build these homes. The fact that the crew was coming first light and they had nothing to work with just pissed him off more.

The youngest brother started walking towards where he heard the noise but when he checked the other side of the excavator there was no one there so he turned back around and continued towards where his brothers were, hunched over the blueprints for the neighborhood.

"Kyle come on let's go." The eldest brother called after his youngest sibling. They were getting ready to call it a night. It was too late to do anything about the situation so they would just have to call their supplier about the crap wood they paid a lot of money for in the morning. "I'm going to go warm up the truck." He told his younger siblings making his way towards a dark blue pick up. As the eldest was walking away something dragged him behind a giant crate of building material and tore him apart. Blood splashed everywhere.

"Jack!" The middle brother shouted while Kyle ran for cover behind some cement bricks. He was scared and didn't want to die and seeing his big brother get mauled by something he couldn't see was unsettling.

The thing that attacked Jack went after the second brother next, tearing him apart and splashing blood all over the blueprints. Kyle didn't hear anything for a while so he stood up slowly and looked behind the bricks he was hiding behind and saw his middle brother's dead body.

He wanted this nightmare to go away.

The perp was making his way to the youngest brother from behind. When Kyle turned around he looked on in terror and screamed in fear at the bloodied figure he saw. The son of a b**** lunged for him... and all went dark for Kyle.


Wednesday the following night, somewhere on the back roads of Kentucky 8:25 pm.

A 1967 Chevy Impala was making its way down a dark road. Two brother were just passing through towns looking for their next case. The atmosphere within the classic muscle car was tense.

"I don't understand Dean. Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"We got the colt now." ("Sam!")

"We can summon the crossroads demon ("We're not summoning the demon.") pull the gun on her and force her to try and cut the deal."

"We don't even know if that'll work!" Dean yelled from the driver's seat.

"Well then we'll just shoot her and if she dies the deal goes away." Sam shouted back in angry desperation and fustration.

"We don't know if that will work either Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of if's and maybe's and that's not good enough because if we screw with this deal you die!"

"And if we don't screw with it you die!" The younger Winchester fired back.

"Sam enough! I'm not gonna have this conversation!" Dean shouted. He was getting really pissed right now and spit was flying and his face was red from anger and vexation.

"Why because you said so?" Sam said, eyes narrowed in annoyance and discontent.

"Yes because I said so!" Dean all but screamed.

"Well you're not dad!" Sam was like two seconds away from punching his brother in the face.

Dean turned his eyes away from the road and looked towards Sam both of them having a stare down.

"No but I- "

*Ka-thump*


Sam and Dean both jerked their heads forward, eyes wide and noticed a body hit the ground. Swerving and slamming on the breaks the car began to screech and swerve. When the car came to a halt Dean quickly cut the engine before they jumped out and noticed a little girl laying limp on the pavement where the car had been originally.

"Dammit! Sam get the first aid kit from the trunk." Sam immediately rushed to the Impala's trunk to grab what was asked of him. 'I could have killed her. a freaking child dammit!"

Taking in her form in he noticed she was bleeding heavily on her right side and her shirt and pants were slightly torn and covered in dirt. There was also some weird gold dust on her face and leather jacket. At first he thought it might have been demonic sulfur and that put him on edge. He'd tell Sam about it later. They needed to stop the bleeding before she really did die.

Dean lifted the girl carefully and laid her in the backseat of the Impala. Sam bounded over and worked on cleaning the wounds he could see when he removed her jacket and lifted her t-shirt enough to get a better look at what he was dealing with.

Sucking in a breath at the sight of the deep wound he hurried to sterilize it with the last of the whiskey he and Dean had on them and immediately began stitching her skin together. They would need to get more medical supplies after this. They had already been running low and after this they'd literally have nothing to stitch themselves up with later if they got injured on their next hunt.

"Dean I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you." Sam said quietly without looking up at his brother while he finished sterilizing and stitching up the gash. He felt like this situation was all his fault. First dying and putting Dean through internal and emotional pain. Then Dean making the demon deal to bring him back. Usually demon deals lasted ten years before they came to collect your soul but for some reason the demons really wanted Dean in the pit so he only had a year to live. And now this argument that lead to them hitting some little girl who looked like she was no older than 10. It was like icing on the crappy piece of cake and Sam was a half a second away from shooting something. He really just felt like crap and he didn't want to fight with Dean. He was so tired of fighting. He'd always been on opposite sides of the coin when it came to his father and again they had had an argument concerning Dean after they got hit by the semi, just before John kicked the bucket. He would regret it forever if he and Dean continued to bump heads and God forbid they both said things they couldn't take back before it was too late. Dean only had one year after all, before it really would be too late. He didn't want to have even more argumentative memories between him and his big brother.

"Don't worry about it Sam, " Dean said after a moment of silence.

"Do you think whatever attacked her is still out there?" Dean questioned looking up at his baby brother. "I noticed some gold dust on her jacket and it looks a little too similar to sulfur. This whole thing is fishy. I mean we start mentioning the contract and all this crap about the demons then hit some kid and there's powder all over her similar to sulfur, which is typical in demon possessions. I mean we may as well be summoning these demons right to us."

Sam readjusted the girls' position in the car until she was sitting upright. She was sweaty looking and her eyes were moving rapidly behind her eyelids. 'A nightmare' Sam's mind supplied.

"I don't know Dean it's very possible, like maybe she was being controlled before the demon decided to leave. The only thing is the dust doesn't smell like sulfur so until she wakes up we will just have to hope it isn't and that demons aren't after her too or using her to get to us."

She looks like she's in a nightmare." Sam began brushing some stray blonde hair away from the girl's face. "If it is something supernatural it might be trying to hurt her in her sleep. We've dealt with enough weird situations to just expect the unexpected."

"Uhh let me go!" Rose began thrashing in her unconscious state.

The brothers shared a look "I think you should wake her up Sam before she re-opens her wounds. Is that a bruise that just appeared on her neck?! What the hell!" Dean whisper-yelled while gesturing frantically towards her throat. Whatever was tormenting her in her sleep was clearly capable of affecting the physical world. It was definitely Freddy Krueger level messed up for sure.

Sam tried shaking her awake being mindful of her injury. She felt like a furnace. 'Not good. If her temperature increases any further we might have to take her to a hospital.' And wouldn't that be fun trying to sort out. No doctor would believe them and they didn't even know themselves what nicked her side and the bruise that had just appeared on her throat looked a lot like a large hand. Besides ever since that ghoul/shifter fiasco a few years back Dean had been on the FBI's most wanted list.

Entering hospitals was only done if they absolutely could not patch up an injury they sustained on a hunt or if they had to question the victims. Even then they'd try to ask questions when the person was home and they'd usually break into hospitals and police stations to get a hold of case files/medical reports when it was dark out. It was just easier that way.


Rosemary was stuck in a demigod dream. She knew she wasn't in a regular dream or anything because she was self aware and remembered that she had been conscious just moments ago after killing the Cyclops that had been following her a few miles back.

She hated demigod dreams. Anyone in the dream was mostly self aware so if you were dreaming with or about someone or something they knew you were there as well. If they wished to harm you you'd end up bruised and bloodied in the physical world too. It was how gods, and titans were able to manipulate, communicate or torture demigods without anyone the wiser.

She was running. There were bodies everywhere and the smell of blood was so disgusting she was trying hard not to gag. Bones, statues, and rubble was all to be seen for miles. The air was cold but there was an inferno for what seemed an eternity down below. She was in the Underworld. She didn't know how she knew, just that it felt right.

'Why am I here?' Rose wondered. She knew she wasn't dead and only the dead could get away with being in the realm of Hades. She was getting scared and her fear alerted the King of the Underworld's undead soldiers (a mixture of humans and demigods that served some form of military when they were amongst the living), the hellhounds he allowed near and inside his home, and the Cerberus guarding the entrance to the Mansion of Hades.

She could hear some kind of chanting from down in Tartarus. The voice itself was evil and ancient and the chanting didn't sound nice. The language was old, older than ancient Greek and she knew deep down it promised nothing but horrors beyond anything she could imagine. It instantly made her feel sick.

Foolishly she looked down into the pit from where she had been standing and immediately regretted it.

Two amber colored eyes that made her breath catch in her throat were looking back at her and the cruel grin in its blood caked face sent shivers down her spine. It opened it's mouth to speak and that was all the incentive she needed to re start her brain so she could 'run dammit' and run she did.

"It's foolish to run little hero. No half blood can escape me forever." The voice said viciously. Using some of his evil energy, that had been slowly returning to him, he was able to reach his large titan arms and hands up and out of the pit to try and strangle her from behind.

She couldn't breathe. By the gods it hurt to try. 'This guy is really gonna kill me.' She was being dragged into the pit while being choked to death at the same time. Tears were running down her face as she clawed at the earth in a futile attempt to escape. Blood started seeping from her fingernails and she could feel the flames from where she was even though it looked like it would take several years just to reach the bottom of the chasm.

"Hold on mistress." Huh? Looking up she saw the hands of several ghosts and skeletons grabbing onto her, pulling her away from the pit. She was never more happy to see a bunch of dead guys grab her, because even though she was going to be their mistress one day 'Why did they refer to me as their mistress? I haven't completed the trials yet. Weird.' , she did not like to be touched by dead things or touched in general by men. Thantos and Daniel didn't count.

Finally scrambling away from Tartarus and thanking the dead for their help in rescuing her and that she'd owe them one she ran and ran trying to find the exit to the Underworld. Without looking where she was going she smacked right into something. 'Not something, someone. Crap!' "Easy little one. What has frightened you?" A deep and slightly cold voice asked with much curiosity.

She was going to die. It was Hades. King of the Underworld. The place that she was currently, unannounced and uninvited. Surely he'd smite her for touching him and goodness if he didn't he sure would for her taking long to answer him.

"Sorry King Hades. Forgive me, I'm here yet not. I'm dreaming and what brought me here has awakened from a long sleep. I think you know whom I speak. He tried shoving me into the pit. He said I and the other demigods can't escape him." She practically threw herself into his arms consequences be dammed. And wasn't that weird that she willingly touched the guy. What the hell was wrong with her?

Hades was shocked, nervous, pissed and also annoyed. Shocked because no demigod addressed him as king before, even though he is just as his two younger brothers are kings of their domain, and the fact the little thing was clinging onto him for dear life. The irony wasn't lost on him. Nervous though, because he felt the disturbances and knew his donkey's butt of a father was awake and stirring up trouble and that meant the prophesy about one of the children of the big three either razing or saving Olympus was soon to pass. Pissed because in order for the prophesy to even be in motion meant that both his brothers broke the oath that they suggested in the first place. But mostly he was annoyed because his servants should have alerted him themselves that they sensed disturbances in Tartarus regardless of the fact that he could feel it himself. So much for loyalty. Yeesh.

"It's fine little one. You're safe now. I felt your soul and came to investigate and half way here I sensed the very much awake presence within the pit." He stroked her hair and flashed them to his throne room. He placed her on the ground and went over to one if his many shelves and grabbed some clear liquid.

"What is your name little one?" He was curious about this one. She wreaked of magic and death and very strongly of the earthy/woodsy scent of the forest. If he was reading her aura correctly then one of his nieces was the divine parent to this cute little wisp of a girl. If it was exactly whom he thought it was then this little one would have hordes of angry and vengeful monsters out for her.

"Forgive me. It's Rosemary Fuentes at least that's what I've been told. I know I'm adopted so my last name isn't my birth name." Rose said after composing herself. She was glad to be away from him after the jerk almost killed her. Her throat was killing her.

Hades smiled at her and handed her the liquid instructing her to rub some of it on her neck to alleviate some of the pain.

"Well kid I'm going to send you off to the physical world. Someone is trying to wake you up, you know." And with a snap of his fingers Rose's conscious was forced back into her body.


She jolted awake, her eyes still slightly glazed from her nightmare and when she focused she heard two male voices and felt someone shaking her. She looked around blearily and registered she was sitting in the backseat of a car. 'Oh god where am I? Don't tell me I'm being kidnapped. This is so not my day.' she thought.

"Wuhh.?" she said unintelligibly blinking the last remnants of sleep away. She went to get up but hissed in pain finally registering the wound on her side. 'Oh yeah the Cyclops did that. Man that hurts.' She mentally cataloged her wounds. Sharp pain near her collarbone so that was probably broken, a large gash going from her ribs to her hip on her right side from that bastard Cyclops that tried to eat her, it was stitched up, her left side was also sore (memories of before she completely lost consciousness) 'Wow I was hit by a car. By the gods how am I alive?' No doubt that would leave a nasty bruise. And of course the tenderness on her throat from Kronos and no doubt there was probably large hand prints wrapped around her neck.

"Hey easy there you're pretty banged up." Startled out of her thoughts she looked up and found some large guy with shaggy brown hair sitting in the back next to her.

"Who or what are you!?" She demanded. She was not about to be kidnapped by a creeper or some monster wearing a disguise. And after the crap she just went through almost dying 5 times today. Sam and Dean shared a bewildered look. The asking of who they were made sense but the what put them on edge further.

"My name is Sam this is my brother Dean. We sort of hit you with our car." Sam admitted sheepishly. "Sorry about that by the way. You were already pretty banged up so I cleaned and stitched your wound. Nothing other than your collar bone looked broken. However after I stitched ya up that," Sam pointed to her neck, "appeared out of thin air might I add and your body temperature increased. You almost died." He finished rubbing his neck nervously but also looking deeply upset and concerned. That was Sam for you. Bleeding heart and all that.

"Oh that.." Rosemary started making her way out of the Impala. "Nice ride. Umm thanks but I'm gonna go now. You two could be rapists or something and I left someone, three someones behind a few blocks back. Don't make running people over a habit ok?" She started making her way towards the abandoned park a few blocks back to retrieve her mokeskin bag, Magnus, Holiday and Zero. She had ordered the three to stay behind while she dealt with Mr. one eyed, ugly, and stupid. She didn't want them to get trampled or eaten before she could kill the bastard.

"Hey wait. We can give you a ride. You should probably go to the hospital to get that broken collar bone of yours looked at. My brother and I don't feel right just letting you walk around alone at night. It's the least we can do for well you know..." Sam trailed off. He felt really bad and his good-Samaritan-puppy-eyes mode was kicking in. Like seriously what kind of person left a little girl alone at night to fend for themselves after hitting them with their own car no less. "And gross pedophilia is for disgusting freaks that should be locked away forever. My brother and I are NOT rapists nor are we interested in children." Sam said the last bit equal parts affronted and repulsed.

"Yeah what he said and don't change the subject. What happened to you kid?" The shorter one, Dean, said sternly.

Rose stopped and turned towards the two. On one hand she could cut her losses and continue on her way towards Camp after finding somewhere to recoup. I mean she had already gotten this far with just one incident. Ok so she had a terrible demi-dream and came face to face with the Titan jerk face of Time and then after King friggin Hades but she was mostly okay after that disaster. She felt mostly confident that she could make the trip just fine.

On the other hand she could accept their offer of help and also tell them the truth. She could tell these two weren't creepers. Dangerous yes but not serial rapists and or killers nor did they give off a monster vibe. She also knew in her gut that they must deal with weird things from time to time since they didn't not see the hand prints appear (the mist would have completely hid it from them) so maybe they were clear-sighted or something. She could hitch a ride with them and have them drop her off at the park to grab her things and possibly get them to at least take her halfway to her destination.

Going against her better judgment she decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. 'Hey they patched you up right? What could possibly go wrong? It's not like they'll shoot you.' At least she hoped not.

"Alright thanks" Rose sighed tiredly. "I left my things at that abandoned park. Oh my name's Rosemary by the way but you can just call me Rose." She said getting into the backseat while Dean and Sam got back into the driver's seat and front passenger seat respectively.

"So start talking." Dean said. Sam shot him a look that said 'really Dean, really?'

As Dean turned the car on and turned his 'baby' around heading to the park Sam decided to ask her what happened. "So what happened to you? Those wounds of yours look pretty bad and the dust on your clothes looks an awful lot like sulfur which means potential demonic possession. Since you asked us who or what we might be we can already deduce you know a bit about the um.. weird side of things."

Sighing Rose debated on giving a half truth or just flat out tell them what happened. They'd either believe her or they wouldn't. 'Maybe they're demigods too? But no, I didn't feel any sort of kinship with them so, not demigods.'

"I was being chased by a Cyclops. It wanted to eat me because I'm a half-blood."

"Half what exactly?" Dean questioned, turning a corner and pulling into the parking lot of the rundown park.

"Half human half god. I have a divine parent from the Greek pantheon. Anyway monsters are always on the lookout for half-blood's to either fight or eat. A Cyclops is always hungry and it prefers to eat half-bloods and satyrs. Regular humans, unless clear-sighted, can't see monsters because a magical Mist hides them and anything Greek related to help keep the secret. They'd still see something but instead of seeing a monster they'd see a thug or some cannibalistic weirdo. A hellhound from the Underworld would look like a giant stray dog with rabies, and instead of seeing ancient Greek weapons being used they'd see, say a baseball bat or a gun as an example. But half bloods who know what they are, like I do, see right through their disguises that the Mist grants them. The long gash on my side? The Cyclops did that with it's fingernail." Rose said. She continued her story while looking out the window missing Sam and Deans expressions.

"Anyway the hand prints that appeared were from a titan. Sometimes demigods have special dreams where a god, or titan or something supernatural tries to communicate. For me it was a titan that wanted to use me. I won't say his name because names have power. I ended up in the Underworld, he scared me and when I tried to run he grabbed me from behind. If it weren't for the dead soldiers that obey only Lord Hades I'd have been either killed or possessed by that jerk in the pits of Tartarus. Met the king of the Underworld too. Nice guy. He's been made aware that the being in Tartarus is awake and hurting demigods. Hopefully he can alert the other gods on Mt. Olympus to what's happening. Because if it's who i expect, it does not bode well for anyone."

After Dean parked the car they all got out of the impala. The brothers were a little bit alarmed that monsters of the Greek variety were hidden from them since they prided themselves on taking out threats to humans. How many cases had they looked into and thought nope this is just crazy humans and only thought that because of this Mist crap? It was a scary thought. They were also a little bit unnerved that demigods and primordial beings from different religions/pantheons existed not just demons and the supernatural they had already dealt with.

Sam was the first to fire questions while Rose made her way over to where she had told her 'pets' to stay hidden under the slide.

"Who's your parent if you don't mind me asking.?" Dean asked as politely as possible.

"I don't mind. Umm I don't know. In most cases a demigod only has one strand of DNA because they have only one human parent. I have two human birth parents. My mother and father died when I was fifteen months old and the god or goddess that blessed my human mother's womb hasn't made an appearance in my life. Not that they'd be able to anyway." At Sam and Dean questioning look she elaborated.

"Divine entities with domains that garner constant upkeep, if you will, can't just drop their duties to see one of their children. And if they had more than one demigod child anyway then playing favorites with only one could lead to potential disaster. Also knowing who they are before you either reach camp or are able to defend yourself properly, makes your scent stronger and easier for monsters to track. There's laws and everything that limit how much access the gods have with their offspring. You know WWII? yea well that was a fight against a child of Hades plus demigods sympathetic to his cause vs. the children of Zeus and Poseidon, and other demigods that sided with them. And yes Hitler was a son of Hades. After that they swore an oath on the River Styx not to have anymore half-blood children because they affected the world too much."

"Where are the people you said were waiting for you at the park." Dean spoke up, referencing when Rose said she'd left 'three someones' behind. "Getting bad vibes here." He and Sam were still trying to process everything they learned. It was a lot to take in. Plus the park was old, abandoned, and down right creepy at night.

"Not people." Rose said walking near the slide. Rosemary began picking up her mokeskin purse, and then gave a sharp whistle when she didn't see the hounds or her snake right away. Holiday and Zero bounded over to her in their mundane looking dog and dog/wolf forms. She checked them over to make sure they weren't hurt and then called out to her lazy snake.

§Magnus let's go bud. I see you on the top of the swing set. Stop trying to hide, you weirdo. Those two big men are going to give us a ride.§

§Yes, yes.§ If snakes could roll their eyes. Ha.

"Hope you don't mind. Got a pet snake and two puppy familiars." Rose said not giving the brothers a chance to comment on the familiar part.

"Usually the gods claim their children but sometimes they don't. It's unusually cruel." Rose began, getting back on topic.

"Some demigods can get claimed real early, for others it could take years. Claiming might occur because the god actually cares or loves their child. Sometimes it's either because that particular god wants their child to do something for them so they can claim bragging rights, or because the demigod 'proved themselves' during a quest or something. It can definitely seem heartless. Makes you wonder if wars get started because the children of the gods just want attention or acknowledgement."

It was all messed up in Rose's opinion. Thanatos and Hecate had explained the situation to her. She wasn't sure if her parent didn't like her or if they were waiting to claim her because they might need her for something. It was unnerving to wonder if your mom or dad actually wanted you and loved you enough to acknowledge your existence.

"That's really screwed up." Dean commented. He was a firm believer in family and to find out that, yes gods and goddess were really real, and could chose if they wanted to acknowledge the fact that you are their own flesh and blood was cruel and slightly barbaric. Like don't dick around and have kids if you don't plan on at least doing what you can to protect them, even if it was from the shadows.

"Yeah you get used to it." Rose said. After placing her satchel purse over her shoulder she wrapping Magnus around her shoulders being mindful of her neck injury. The pups walked up to either side of her. She made sure to clip their leashes and held one in either hand.

"Wait familiars? You're a witch?!" Dean practically yelled startling his brother and Rose. He had just remembered that the kid mentioned that she had one pet snake but two dog familiars. After his previous encounters with witches he knew enough about what a familiar was and that they only ever bonded to witches. He didn't think kids this young made those kinds of deals but he'd seen weirder.

"Dean calm down." Sam said quickly seeing Rose's confused and fearful look.

Rose was getting freaked out. The older of the two was reaching for a hidden weapon no doubt and she was confused as to why he spat out the word witch like it was some bad word. 'You just had to open your mouth and jinx yourself.' She was going to die. This is what she get's for trusting strange men.

"No Sam I don't want no witch in my baby. I've had enough of witches and their creepy demonic mojo." 'Oh he thinks I'm a demon-deal witch. Better correct him before I get shot or stabbed.'

"Actually I didn't make a stupid demon deal. What do you actually know of magic? Have you ever seen a so-called witch perform magic that had nothing to do with satanic rituals, satanic Latin chanting, killing people via rituals, using hex bags, weird voudoo/hoodoo, some freaky botched version of psychic premonitions or emotions or botched telekinesis?" Rose demanded hotly.

Dean opened his mouth to say yes when he realized that no, he had never seen magic that didn't involve something along those lines. His mouth closed with an audible snap.

"Just as I thought. Magic doesn't come from demons. What you are used to is a chaotic form of demonic energy. It's a lie demons use to get mundanes to make a deal by promising power. All it does is corrupt the soul so bad that those who made the deal are practically demons in the making. That's what demons are ya know. Humans that sinned, died and went to hell, and after years of being tortured were offered to do the torturing. A higher ranking demon, which is usually one of the fallen angels that became the first demons, oversees their 'training' and voila! A fully recognized demon." Rose spat. She disliked that those bastards dare use the words magic and witch. What they used was nothing but evil demonic energy. The closest she could compare it to was black wiccan magic since both corrupted the soul but even that was different.

Sam looked highly interested once he realized that the demon witches weren't using real magic at all. Dean looked a little sheepish and felt foolish once he too connected the dots. How ignorant were hunters, seriously! How many innocent children and people were killed because a hunter didn't do their homework and just jumped to conclusions? I almost killed her and had it not been for Sam telling me to calm down I would have shot the girl in the heart.'

"Magic is sentient and can be used for great good or great evil. It depends on the person or creature who's born with it. Mine comes from both my human parents. They are either legacies of people blessed by lady Hecate so their magic is in their blood, or they were blessed by God of the Christian pantheon, or the Earth herself blessed one of them or another magic oriented divine entity. Or they could have a mix of all of the above and just had it passed down to them and then it was passed to me. That demon crap is a joke and anyone in the know hates them for ruining it for others like me."

"They put a very bad name to witches, wizards, warlocks, and sorcerers everywhere. It was them that started the witch hunts and forced my people into hiding." she finished. Lady Hecate had explained in more detail about the significance of magic and where it came from and also about how demons offered their abilities to humans who wanted them in exchange for their souls. They were also the preferred souls in hell to be selected to get conditioned into being newly fledged demons since they were mostly corrupted while they were still alive.

"That makes sense. The stuff the demon deal witches can do, Dean, are very similar to the things demons we encountered are able to do and I've never seen them actually do any fancy tricks other than summoning rituals, pinning their victims to walls, and using hex bags to kill, harm, or banish." Sam said trying to ease the tension.

Dean relaxed slightly but was still on edge. He'd need a little bit more convincing before he could fully accept the kids explanation and not because he didn't see the logic in her words. Old habits just died hard.

"I'll just leave. I can see that I'm unwelcome." Turning on the spot Rose began walking down the road they'd come from originally. She'd have to find the nearest motel so she could be somewhere slightly ore secure to use her shower in the tent she had, and take something for the bruises and broken collarbone. The gash would heal faster with a bit of nectar.

"Dammit Dean she's just a kid you can't let her go off on her own. She's injured, tired, it's dark out and need I remind you we hit her with our car! If what she said about being half god is true then more of those monsters could be after her." Sam said using his best guilt tripping voice, complete with big sad eyes.

Dean winced at Sam's tone and immediately felt bad. He hits some poor kid and then accuses her of being associated with demons without any proof.

"Rosemary! Wait, please. My brother is an idiot. He has the foot-in-mouth syndrome. It's been a rough couple of days for us. We'll find the nearest motel so you can rest. Or we could drop you off someplace...?" Sam trailed off at the end giving Rose a hopeful look.


The ride to the nearest motel was silent and all kinds of awkward. Dean was driving tensely and Sam was sitting in the front seat fidgeting with a news paper article about strange deaths in Kentucky hoping to take his mind off the awkwardness of the situation.

Rose sat quietly in the back making sure the pups behaved and letting Magnus curl around her arm underneath her shirt sleeve. The snake had the brothers equal parts freaked out and intrigued. It's not everyday some little girl just casually has a snake wrapped around her like some kind of piece of jewelry.

They finally pulled into a motel joint. MANNY'S MOTEL the blue neon sign said although the lights for the L and one of the N's weren't working, and the T kept flickering so it looked more like MAN Y'S MOTE and then MAN Y'S MO E.

Dean went to rent a room at the front desk while Rose and Sam waited in the car. "So what's so fascinating about the paper in your hand?" Rose spoke up for the first time since they got in the car. The rustling sound from the newspaper Sam kept fidgeting with and Dean's obnoxiously loud music was enough to drive anyone insane.

"Oh, uh Dean and I hunt the supernatural based off patterns and clues they leave behind. Sort of like breadcrumbs. If people are killed or attacked in suspicious ways that no one can really explain we check it out. Make sure it's not a windego or vampire nest or whatever running around the area killing innocents." Sam said. He didn't see any point in trying to hide this fact from her. She had been upfront about the questions they'd asked of her and it was the least he could do considering.

"Huh. Interesting. Well what's in that article you've been looking at for the better part of 45 minutes?" Before Sam could respond the front driver seat door was opened.

"Got us a room. Number 15." was all Dean said before sitting his butt on the seat. He started up the Impala and drove over to the third motel building unit that had the numbers 11 13 and 15 on them and parked in the available space.


The motel room was surprisingly semi-decent. Two queen sized beds, a table with two chairs with a mini fridge next to it, a small bathroom, a couch and a TV. Rose immediately headed to the bathroom leaving the snake and pups to explore their new surroundings.

While she was in the bathroom Sam and Dean put their back pack and duffel bag on one of the two queen beds respectively. (Sam uses a bp and Dean uses a db) "So apparently monsters of myth are real too and have been right under our noses. Great just when you think you've seen and heard it all." Dean commented flipping onto one of the queen beds to lye on his back after grabbing the TV remote.

After flipping through all of the ten channels that the motel bothered with the faint sounds of Dr. Sexy started playing. The really lame show was one of Dean's guilty pleasures.

"Ha yeah. It's a lot to take in. I mean to think the magic we thought was legit isn't even real. I want to know what the real thing is capable of." Sam said a little excitedly flipping through an empty journal he'd purchased while he was still at Stanford. He began filling it with everything Rose said about Greek demigods/half bloods, the mist, and real magic vs. demon deal witchcraft. His inner nerd was showing. He couldn't help it. He liked learning new things and anything useful down the road would be a benefit in the long run. With the kind of lives he and his older brother lived it was better to be safe than sorry. 'There might even be a way to break Dean's contract without needing to get involved with the demon that holds it.' Sam thought to himself.

Dean made a grunting sound in agreement followed suspiciously with what sounded like "...nerd...". He was curious too. He also wanted to properly apologize to Rose for almost shooting her. She kept avoiding him and wouldn't look him in the eyes. "You found anything in that newspaper?" He asked his little brother.

"Uh yeah. Psychotic killer rips victims apart with brute like ferocity." Sam said looking back at the news article.

"Ok. Any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his 4-inch claws, animal eyes?"

"No. But the lunar cycle's right. If it's a werewolf we don't have long. The moon is full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."

"Two days no sweat." Dean said a bit sarcastically.


Stepping into the small bathroom Rose made a disgusted face. The bathroom was beyond filthy. Motels were so gross. Quickly summoning her wand from its place on her arm she cast a cleaning charm and sterilizing charm to avoid catching some type of disease. Public bathrooms really disgusted her and motels and hotels fell into that category since they were hardly ever cleaned properly before a new client purchased the room. She cast an even more powerful cleaning charm on the bathtub and toilet just to be safe.

Unshrinking her personal trunk, after removing it from her charm bracelet, she pulled out a change of clothes. A black t-shirt with Jack Skellington's face on it, dark grey sweatpants, a clean pair of female boxer shorts and blue socks. Placing the items on the toilet seat she began digging out her bath soap, shampoo and conditioner, deodorant, toothpaste and her tooth brush next. She was too lazy to use the bathroom in either her trunk or magical tent. The bathroom itself was too small to open the tent anyways, and this way allowed her to hear Sam and Dean in case they needed to use the rest room straight away or changed their minds about her and decided to kill her.

She carefully removed her clothing wincing slightly at the pulling and stretching that aggravated her wounds. While showering she made sure not to get her stitches wet. When she finished up she wandlessly dried herself off and changed into the sports bra, boxer shorts, t-shirt, grey sweats and thin blue socks. She brushed her teeth, dried then brushed her shoulder length hair and then started packing all her things up and re-shrinking her trunk. She managed to finish in under 20 minutes. When her hair had been longer she'd take at least 40 min just to do everything and make sure her annoying curly hair was deeply conditioned otherwise it'd be a knotted frizzy mess.

When she stepped out of the bathroom Sam and Dean stopped whatever conversation they had been having at the sound of the door opening and closing. "Listen Rose I just wanted to apologize. I'm sorry for snapping at you about being a witch. I've dealt with demons and witches and none of those experiences are something I'd like to revisit anytime soon. I'm sorry for almost shooting you, and for hitting you with the Impala. It's been a stressful couple of months and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Dean said seriously.

"Ok."

"Ok?" Dean asked in shock. He was not expecting the easy way out.

"You admitted to your mistakes and apologized. What's done is done and we can only move forward from this. I'd be a real jerk if I held it against you." Rose said offering both brothers a tentative smile.

"I like you kid."

Rosemary made her way to the couch and pulled her first aid kit from her purse and took out some nectar and ambrosia. She soundlessly began mixing a small amount of the ambrosia with some of the nectar to create a sort of paste, lifting up her shirt to reveal her stitched wound she began smearing the paste all along the cut. Almost immediately it began to heal. For her bruises and cracked collarbone she decided to just eat the rest of the ambrosia since those injuries were more internal than external. In moments she was feeling and looking much better. With that taken care of she put the rest of the nectar back into her med kit and the container that ad other ambrosia squares in it.

Sam and Dean watched the proceedings curiously noting how much better she looked. "What was that stuff?" Sam asked Rose watching as the bruises she sustained begin to disappear.

"Hmm? Oh that was ambrosia and nectar, food of the gods. The gods and demigods eat it and often use it when injured. Demigods have to be more careful though with how much they consume at a time since we're half mortal and mortals would burn up from the inside and turn into ash if they ate it."

She put her first aid kit back into her bag and pulled out one of the live mice she'd gotten from the pet store and fed Magnus. Sam and Dean looked away, not used to seeing live animals being eaten. Pulling out two chunks of fresh raw cow meat that she'd purchased the other day, and had under a preservation charm, she fed Holiday and Zero. Both pups devoured their meals.

Reaching into the bag again she pulled out a large water bowl and with a wand-less and silent 'aguamenti' the bowl filled with ice cold clean water. She didn't like to give her animals polluted tap water. If she wasn't gonna drink it why make them?

Sam was staring in awe at the water that just appeared in the bowl. He definitely never saw a demon deal witch do that before. Dean was still getting over the fact that their was food he couldn't eat simply because he was human/mortal. To burn up and die simply for eating, that was like a sin in its' own right. He liked to eat so sue him.

"So I'm assuming you two are hunters. You've got soldier eyes, alert stances, and became on edge when the words half blood and witch were mentioned. I know you guy's hunt anything not human if it's evil in nature and or has already hurt people. I was taught to stay away form your kind." Rose laid out on the couch, pulling a blanket from her bag, that shouldn't have been able to fit in there since the bag was pretty small, and wrapped it around her. Looking up at the brothers she noticed them share a quick glance with one another as if debating with what to either deny or confirm.

"Yeah as I mentioned in the car we hunt things that have already hurt other people. With you we literally ran into each other. " Sam began. "My brother and I, we've been doing this practically our whole lives. Ever since our mom died." Sam finished somberly Dean flinching at the mention of their mom.

"I can relate to that. They only memory I have of my mother are her green eyes and kind smile and the sound of her screaming on the night she and my father were murdered. Can't really remember my dad much. If it wasn't for the two pictures I have of them I'd have never known what they actually looked like." Rose said full of melancholy. While talking of her parents brought on a deep longing and had her in a gloomy mood she couldn't really relate to people who lost their parents' later in life because at least they had memories of them. All she had were two moving pictures, one of which was in black and white. Even though Sam couldn't remember his mom at all, at least he had his father and an older brother to fill in the missing bits in his heart.

Well she couldn't be too upset anyway. Daniel and Eileen always treated her like their own and made sure to tell her they loved her always. She loved them so much. She lucked out because grandpa T. mentioned that had he not intervened on that Halloween night she'd be stuck with her terrible mundane relatives on her mother's side of the family. After looking into their minds and seeing a glimpse of an alternate version of herself where she was stuck with them she was forever grateful to her grandfather. Thank goodness for small miracles and rule breaking gods.

"Sorry for your loss." Sam said a little awkwardly. Despite him being the more sensitive of the two he still felt out of his element when he had to console someone who lost a parent, more specifically a mother. Sam had zero memories of his mother because she died when he was six months old. Add to the fact he and John never really saw eye to eye and with the revelation that his own father's last words to Dean, no less, were "If you can't save Sam you'll have to kill him.", like seriously what the hell?, just cemented his lack of feelings for his old man. The only saving grace John had going for him was that he gave up his life so Dean could live.

Sam now knew how Dean felt in those months following John's death. The guilt was killing him. If only he hadn't died in Azazel's stupid tournament. Then Dean wouldn't have been alone and foolishly made a deal to bring him back. Only this time Sam would be alone when Dean want to hell. At least Dean had him when their dad died and with the clock ticking on his older brother's life Sam was grasping at straws trying to save his brother because he too didn't want to be alone.

"Hey don't worry about it. The people who adopted me?, they were the best. I got lucky. Most kids who grow up without family either end up with snotty relatives that only care about how much money they'll get or the kid gets put into the system and treated horrendously by their foster parents. I can't really remember my parents so theirs nothing to be sorry about. My grandfather, he told me they died protecting me from a wizard who went as dark as you can get and I love them for that. This is me appreciating their sacrifice and living for them and myself. To wallow in pity and wonder 'what if?' would be like slapping their love for me in the face."

With her piece said she made herself comfortable on the couch with the pups and Magnus curled around her under the blanket.

Sam and Dean shared a look and began to think a bit about what Rose had said. Dean felt a bit lighter knowing that he lived to the best to his ability since his father's death and while he was still sad he no longer felt as guilty as before. Partly too because he'd be a hypocrite since Sam was upset and feeling guilty since Dean did exactly as John did and he kept telling Sam to drop it every time his little brother brought up trying to destroy the contract.

Sam on the other hand felt lost. He knew that Dean sacrificing his life for him is what John had done for Dean when he was dying and Sam didn't feel bad about that because he'd rather have Dean then no one. He would also be a hypocrite because he kept telling Dean that what John did, they both would have done for each other. He would try to back off on the situation and just spend as much time as he could with his big brother while he still had it. He wouldn't make Dean feel bad about wanting to save his little brother. He would live so all of this wouldn't be in vain.

Sam went into the bathroom to get ready for the night while Dean simply fell asleep too tired to care. He'd wash up in the morning.


The next morning Rosemary had woken first and after walking Holiday and Zero, and letting Magnus out to explore the woods behind the motel she began taking her personal trunk and magical tent out to prepare a very large but healthy breakfast.

While grabbing a bite to eat at the deli a few blocks from the motel would have allowed her to clear her mind a bit she didn't really want to leave the pups and Magnus alone for too long nor did she want the brothers to think something happened to her so she decided against it. She'd cook instead. She liked cooking so it was no big deal.

Unshrinking her black basilisk-hide trunk she started taking out different seasonings, five eggs, some herbs, fresh fruit, some lean chicken meat, the loaf of bread she bought the other day, half a block of cheddar cheese, some Swiss cheese, and one large and fresh tomato.

After setting up her magical tent she put all the food items in the kitchen. Honestly she was only using the tent because the motel room didn't have a kitchen just a mini fridge.

She began preparing grilled cheeses that she filled with the cheddar and Swiss cheese, and tomato slices. She didn't like the waxy texture of American cheese so she always got either provolone, cheddar, Swiss, or mozzarella cheese. Next she made two sunny side up eggs and the rest she scrambled. She placed the tray of grilled cheeses, the bowl of scrambled eggs, and the plate of sunny side up eggs onto the kitchen table.

She lightly seasoned some of the chicken strips and placed them on the stove to cook. Taking out the bowls that said Holiday and Zero she divided up the last of the raw meat between the two and placed the bowls on the floor of the kitchen. Magnus didn't need to eat as she had fed him a rather large mouse the night before. He'd be good for a few days before he'd need to eat again.

When the chicken strips were done cooking she placed them on a serving tray and put it on the kitchen table as well.

When she was about to start making coffee and tea she heard someone entering the tent. Sam had woken up and after using the bathroom inside the motel room he realized the amazing smells that woke him up were coming from a tent in the middle of the room that hadn't been there last night. Entering the tent his eyes widened in shock and he had to do a double take because yes there was definitely a friggin' house inside a tiny camping tent.

Getting over his shock he sat down at the kitchen table watching Rose finish preparing breakfast. He was about to get up to help set the table when he noticed there weren't any serving plates or silverware already on the table but he need not worry, as all of a sudden he saw enough plates, knives, forks, and coffee mugs, for three people, floating over to the table. "Whoa."

"Haha. Do you want coffee or tea this morning? There's also ice water or orange juice." Rose offered walking towards the table with a pot of coffee in one hand, and a pitcher of iced water in the other, all the while the carton of OJ, a bowl of fresh fruit, a small serving cup of coffee creamer, a mixing spoon, and a jar of sugar cubes trailing behind her in a floating line.

"Uh coffee is fine." Sam said watching Rose pour coffee into his mug and watching all of the things that had floated after her set themselves on the table. "Thanks."

Smiling Rosemary told him to help himself. After going back towards the stove she placed a pot of water on a burner and started adding in different herbs and pieces of dried fruit. When she deemed it ready she poured the mixture into a tea pot after straining the big herbs and fruit pieces and placed the pot on the kitchen table. She really liked her tea. Magically placing the honey onto the table she told Sam she'd be right back before leaving the tent.

"Yo Dean wake up. Breakfast is getting cold!" When he didn't show signs of waking Rose tried another tactic. "Hey Dean someone crashed into the Impala."

"What!? Who crashed my baby? I'll kill em'!" Dean said shooting out of bed like his pants were on fire. Rose snorted.

"Easy there tiger, your car is fine. Breakfast is ready. It's in the tent." She motioned towards the green camping tent in the middle of the motel room while walking towards the motel door to get Magnus and the hellhounds.

§Magnusss come on.§ When she saw her big green friend slither down one of the trees toward her she gave a sharp whistle and her cute black and white pups came running over to her.

Walking back into the tent as she passed Dean who had his mouth open in shock, she promptly placed a finger under his chin and closed his mouth all without stopping her trek to her own seat at the table. "Eat." Dean complied and soon all three were tucking into their breakfast.

"Hope everything tastes okay. Wasn't gonna cook originally but I decided I didn't want to spend money on food when I had it already."

"No it tastes great thanks Rose. Although, and don't take this personally, but aren't you a little young to be cooking for yourself?" Sam asked hoping he didn't sound too invasive.

"Well on mundane files I'm 8 turning 9 next month even though physically I look 10. I underwent special training in a sort of time warp I guess you could say and because of that technically I'm 15 about to be 16. Obviously I took something to make myself look younger because people would have started to talk. My magic is borderline sentient and recognizes that i'll be an adult in a years time.

"In the magical world age 15 is the age when a witch or wizards magic begins to mature. You're considered an adult by age 17. In two years, despite looking 12 and being considered 11 because of my birth year, I'd be able to do things any adult can. Simply because my magic would register as belonging to an adult if an authority figure were to investigate me for whatever reason."

And even though she would look 12 to the wizards as well as mundanes, the Goblins would see her as an adult and treat her as such although to placate the masses she'd have to file for emancipation if she wanted freedom without having to explain herself every time she went somewhere or did something. Of course she could always take an ageing potion after graduating from the academy and the problem would be solved.

"Cool." Dean said between bites of his chicken and eggs. "Anyway this is pretty good. We may just have to keep you so you can cook for us all the time."

Sipping her tea Rose decided to ask them what they thought was hurting people based off the newspaper article Sam had read about last night. "So what do you think attacked those three guys?"

"I don't know a werewolf maybe? We wont really know until we question the guy who survived the ordeal."

"Well as soon as we finish eating Sammy, we'll go to the hospital and question the guy."

"I want to come. I might be able to help. and even if I can't it will be a learning experience for me. I don't know too much about the sorts of things you guys deal with just the magical aspect and Greek version of things. And I'm almost positive the magical vamps and werewolves are way different than the mundane ones."

"Fine." ("What?!")

There were magical versions of supernatural monsters they already had a hard enough time tracking down and killing? Whaaaat...?


A/N: For those of you awesome readers who don't know, the magical tents, depending on what a witch or wizard buys, can have many things such as bedrooms, kitchens, living areas, fireplaces, dinning rooms etc...

There are even spells to regulate temperatures and provide oxygen for not only the tents but the trunks as well. The trunks can even have multi dimensional rooms if you will, complete with forestry, or snow, or swamps, or desert like areas to house magical creatures.

NOTE: If you haven't already seen Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them then you need to! It shows you what can be housed inside a trunk as an example.

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