Rose lets the hot water wash down her as she thinks about what she did early that morning. Apart of her is worried that she'll regret doing what she did, but another part of her can't help but believe that even werewolves deserve another chance.

A sigh escapes her lips as she turns the shower off. She rings her hair out and dries off before making her way to her bedroom. She's staying at her father's old home. Her family has lived in many places. Their first home was Lawrence and he has another in Mystic Falls, Forks, New Orleans, and here in Beacon Hills, California. Despite him being a hunter and making no money, he has a lot saved away from before he was a hunter.

Rose changes into a pair of jeans and one of her white tank tops before making her way down the stairs. She pauses in the doorway to the kitchen to see a man leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as he waits for her. Rose moves past him and to the fridge. "I would ask how you got it, but it wouldn't be the first time a supernatural creature found their way into my house." I glance over at him. "Want a beer?"

"Werewolves don't get drunk."

"Doesn't mean a cold beer doesn't taste good." She says as she takes one out and holds out to him with a raised eyebrow. The man looks at her for a moment before taking it. She grabs another and hops onto the counter by the sink, facing the man.

"Why did you do it?" She raises an eyebrow in question.

"Do what?" He puts something on the island and Rose sees it is an empty shell of the bullets the Argents have.

"I believe in second chances." She shrugs as she sips her beer.

"You're a hunter."

"And you're a werewolf. Doesn't make either one of a cold-blooded killer and that's the only time I believe in killing someone." The man stares at her as if not believing what she's saying. "You don't believe me?"

"Why should I? You're hunter."

"Mm, a biased one." She says as she sips her beer. "My older brother just crawled out of hell a month ago and my baby brother has demon blood in his veins. I'm also a close friend to a vampire. Like I said, I'm not a cold-blooded killer." The man continues to stare at her. "I'm Rose Winchester by the way."

"Derek Hale." Her eyes snap up to his. She freezes as he stares into her eyes. Her breath catches in her throat as heat invades between her legs, while electricity runs all over her body. Derek stares at her in shock as she curses under her breath.

"Chris is going to kill me." She groans, running a hand through her hair. "Us Winchesters have terrible luck." She glances over at Derek to see him staring at her. "What the chances of that? A Winchester ending up being a Hale's mate? Damn, Chris will be pissed."

"You're not?" Rose frowns as she thinks it over.

"Mm, I've had worst things happen." She shrugs. "I'm just happy I haven't followed in the Winchester's footsteps of selling my soul."

"You're weird." Rose laughs and jumps down from the counter.

"Not the first time I heard that."

"You're a hunter. You're supposed to hate my kind."

"If I did then I'd hate my brother. He has demon blood in him and it's never going away. He will always have demonic powers and while the whole hunting community wants him dead, I'm busy protecting him with my brother Dean. How am I supposed to hate you when you haven't done anything wrong." The man swallows and takes a gulp of his beer.

"I've done plenty wrong." She frowns and walks over to him.

"The way I see it, you could have killed me way earlier. I've let all my defenses down and yet here I am still breathing."

"You saved my life. Why would I kill you?" Rose shrugs and leans against the counter, only a minimum space between them.

"Are you working with the alpha?"

"The alpha killed my sister."

"Hmm, sorry to here that. I know what it's like to lose a sibling. It's not easy." Rose tells him. "Sorry for your lose."

"Are we really having a casual conversation?"

"I'm not like my family. I don't use violence unless I need to. I believe I can get what I need without it."

"And what do you need?"

"I need the alpha killed. He is a coldblooded killer. He's killing people. Your sister, a bus driver, who knows who else. I'm all about second chances until someone gets hurt. Do you know who he is?"

"I'm trying to find out."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Not yet."

"Are you his beta?"

"Hales were born werewolves. My alpha was my sister." Rose nods and sips her beer.

"Hmm, then that means you know as much as I do."

"Mm." He agrees as he sips his beer. Rose glances over and smiles.

"Told you beer is good."

"Yeah." He stares down at the bottle before looking up at her.

"Honestly, you got some balls coming into a hunter's home."

"You're the only one here, figured I could take you if I needed to and you could have let me die, but you didn't."

"Daddy always says I need to stop taking in strays." She smiles before taking another sip, her southern accent slipping through.

"Now that you got your information, you going to kill me?" Rose glances over at him.

"I specialize in werewolves and vampires, those are the things I hunt the most. I know plenty about your kind."

"Meaning?"

"Your kind has a mate, one person they are meant to be with. Obviously what happened just a minute ago was the bond forming. I knew a werewolf who described the process to me before. Also, your eyes have the gold ring around them that signal you're bonded with your mate, which wasn't there before."

"What's your point?"

"Werewolves have to mate with their mates within a month or both of them die. I'm not stupid enough to kill you because if I kill you then I die."

"So what are you getting at?"

"That we're stuck. I'm a hunter, but I'm your mate meaning that if I want to continue breathing then you and I will have to mate." Derek stares at Rose for a moment, his face blank of emotions, but Rose could read his eyes. His eyes showed everything. He was surprised, but he had to know she was right.

Derek puts his beer down and steps forward. Rose raises a challenging eyebrow. Derek slams his lips on her, causing her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling his lips closer to hers. Her fingers thread her fingers in his raven hair as he moves his hands to her ass and then to her thighs. He lifts her up and picks her up onto the counter. Rose pulls away and pulls her tank top over her head. Derek pulls his shirt off before kissing down her neck. "Chris is so going to kill me." She whispers before moaning as he nips her neck.

"Stop talking about him." Derek growls in warning, rubbing his groan against hers.

"Fuck." She gasps. It's been forever since she had sex and she almost forgot how great it is. Almost. "Bedroom, now." She demands, causing Derek to pick her up.

He carries her up the stairs, kissing all along his neck. "Which room?"

"Farrest one." She says in a raspy voice. He walks her to the room before laying her down on the bed. He begins to unbuckle his belt as she undoes her buttons on her jeans and pushes them off. She didn't bother putting her belt on and she's glad she didn't.

"Rose you're home."

"Fuck." Rose pushes Derek off her as she hears Chris. "Fuck, fuck." She pulls her jeans back on and grabs a shirt on her way out before hurrying down the stairs. "Chris, hey..." Rose stops as she sees the shirt Chris is holding.

"Busy?"