It was nighttime and Rose was re-investigating the crime scene. All bodies were found a few miles from each other, all female and all killed during the nighttime. She was walking around the scene of the second crime. It was difficult to see without a torch (Flashlight) but she would have to make do. Everything was going smoothly until her foot slipped and she slid down the 5ft drop. She let out a quiet curse, small cuts from branches littered her body but other than that she was fine. She was just about to get up when a rustling caught her attention, she grabbed at a sharp thick stick. The rustling grew closer and soon the two brothers from before came into view, both pointing guns and torches at Rose.

"Hello again." Rose let go of the stick and gave them a wave.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked narrowing his eyes, both he and Sam lowered their guns.

"Oh, you know just dropping by," Rose smirked at her own joke.

"You fell from up there?" Dean as skeptically, and Rose nodded.

"Are you...okay?" Sam ask with a raised an eyebrow.

"Perfectly fine," Rose said getting up and brushing herself off.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked again.

"Investigating, what does it look like?" Rose replied. Dean opened his mouth to respond then closed it again, instead, he let out a sigh. "So, what way?" Rose grinned.

"No. You are not coming with us. You are going back to where ever you came from and getting out of our way." Dean ordered as he started to walk away.

"Nope."

"What?" Dean whirled around.

"You heard me, I'm investigating with or without you," Rose said stubbornly. Everything was quite for a moment. Dean and Rose stared each other down while Sam stood there awkwardly.

"Fine," Dean muttered breaking eye contact with the infuriating female.

"Now that that's settled, can I have your names? Your real ones?"

"I'm Sam that's Dean."

"Rose" She extended her hand which Dean ignored but Sam shook.

"Your brother is sensitive isn't he?" Rose joked.

"I'll say moody." Sam chuckled.

"How'd you know we're brothers?" Dean asks ignoring their comments.

"I have a good sense about people, always have." Rose shrugged, slipping her hands into her pocket. The conversation dies off after a while as they began to search around the woods. It wasn't long before Rose stopped walking.

"What is it?" Sam asked whispering. Rose hushed him her head craned to the side as if trying to hear something far away.

"What-" Dean asks in a loud voice.

"Somethings not right," Rose whispered, "It's too quiet." Dean opened his mouth to say something but a rustling drew his attention. Sam and Dean turned in time to see a dark shadow dart in front of them.

"Rose stay here," Sam ordered and before she could object He and Dean disappeared after the 'shadow'. Rose huffed but stiffened. She felt as if something was watching her. She turned around to see a wolf-like pair of eyes that seemed to glow. Before she could react it had her in its grasp. She looked into the face of the man who ran the desk at the motel she was staying at. He snarled at her baring his fangs and brought a hand up, his long nails gleaming in the light of the moon. At that moment Rose felt a power surge through her, and her eyes glowed gold. At first, the thing shrunk back at the power rolling off the girl, but then it snarled again. She pushed it and it flew back into a tree but quickly got to its feet and stocked towards her. She picked up a stick and plunged it through its chest, it did nothing but slow it down. Rose heard the boy's hurried footsteps approach as she watched as the wolf-like creature try and pull the stick from its chest. The gold receded from Rose's eyes as the two entered the small clearing where she and the creature were.

"Rose!" Sam shouted. Rose dove to the ground and rolled to the side as they shot the thing, it fell to the ground and took a few strangled breaths before it died.

"What was that?" Rose breathed out getting to her feet. Sam and Dean shared a look, they both gave a slight nod.

"We'll explain it once we're back at the motel room." Was all Sam said as they led the way back to the impala.

"So you hunt monsters?" Rose asked. " Demons, ghosts, and stuff are real?" She didn't sound surprised but curious.

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"So that thing in the forest, it was?"

"A werewolf," Sam answered.

"You're taking this rather well," Dean noted.

"Yeah well, I've probably seen worse."

" So you're a hunter too?" Sam asked

"Nope." Dean and Sam exchanged a look.

"Then what are you?" Dean asked.

"What's that supposed to mean? Never mind I don't want to know. I just know how to defend myself. What? Never met a girl who could handle herself?"

"You may be able to handle yourself against normal people but you won't stand a chance against the monsters out there," Dean stated coldly.

"But I think I handled myself pretty well against that werewolf." Rose challenged

"Tsk. You didn't even know how to kill it if we weren't there you would have been killed."

"Then teach me how." Rose crossed her arms.

"No-" Dean was cut off by Sam.

"Dean." He said softly "I think we should."

No!" Dean insisted.

"Dean. If we train her she will be able to defend herself properly. It's better than her going off looking for trouble and getting herself killed." Sam reasoned. Dean sighed.

"Why is this so important to you?" He turned to Rose.

"I want to help people." She said simply. Dean looked at his brother then back to her.

"Fine" He finally gave in. Rose grinned.

"So when do we start?"

"After we get some sleep, it's been a long night and you'll need your rest," Sam said. Rose nodded and made her way to the door.

"Don't think about leaving me here."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Dean murmured dejectedly. Rose smile before closing the door and going back to her motel room.