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"Rose"..."Rose." A voice, sounding like it was underwater, called. Blurred colors swam in her vision, a slight ringing in her ears. Suddenly, everything came into focus. She was on the beach, the same beach she said goodbye to the two loves of her life. She looked over at the old man who stood at the edge of the water.

"Hey." She found herself greeting him softly.

"Rose." He said just as softly. Rose remembered this moment well, the moment she lost her love again. They talked for hours, sharing stories about the past, remembering the good times, and wrapping themselves in false happiness and forgetting what was about to come. Silence had fallen and the sat on the sand, leaning into each other.

"It's time" He spoke, dawn was about to break.

"I know." She replied, gripping on to his hand and trying not to cry.

"Don't cry, you'll be okay. I know you will." He looked at her, it made he want to cry even more but she held it in.

"I love you." Her voice broke.

"I know, and I love you as well." He smiled, reaching a trembling hand up to cup her cheek. "You've endured so much because of me- because of us. And I am sorry for what we did to you but promise me you won't ever lose who you are. Use your time as a gift and help others." His voice was getting weaker. She said nothing, afraid her voice would crack. A tear ran dow her cheek and she embraced him, she held him close until he faded away. The scene changed, she was in a TARDIS but not the TARDIS but one her and the human Doctor had grown over 300 years. The counsel sparked and the time machine shook. She was at the death of the parallel universe, it was collapsing in one itself and she couldn't out run it. This TARDIS was too young to travel dimensions and it would surely die if that travel was attempted, but if it stayed here it would die anyway. Rose flipped a switch and pushed buttons, the TARDIS shuttered the jerked to the side as it passed through the veil that separated dimensions. "Come on," Rose muttered, getting up from the floor, she had barely got to her feet when the TARDIS exploded, spitting her out into the void between dimensions. All she could feel was energy, burning and warm. It was loud in her ears, running around as well as through her. The light was blinding and time seemed to lose all meaning, and she saw everything. She was no longer self-aware and merged herself with the energy, no longer feeling pain or sadness, only feeling at peace. Then everything was quite as she was plunged into darkness.

Rose gasped as she awoke in the back seat of the impala, sitting up she realized she was breathing rapidly.

"Are you okay?" Dean said from the driver's seat, Sam was asleep in the passenger's seat.

"Yeah" Rose muttered rubbing her eyes and just noticing that it was wet with tears. She reached up wiping them away. Dean glanced at her from the review mirror.

"Nightmare?" He asked uncharacteristically soft.

"Memories," Rose responded, Dean gave her a knowing look but said nothing else, he knew what those dreams were like.

"How long have I been asleep?" Rose ran her hand through her hair.

"About an hour."

"Do you want me to drive? You looked like you could use some rest." Rose offered.

"Nah, I'm good. We should be reaching the town in half an hour, there's bound to be a motel there." Nothing more is said for the rest of the ride and a comfortable silence falls between them. Rose now had time to think over the last few weeks: meeting Sam and Dean, becoming a hunter, traveling, and throwing herself into a long adventure. Rose felt alive again, just like her old self again She could almost forget the emptiness and pain she felt, she could forget the fact that she wasn't entirely human anymore. Her thoughts were broken when Dean turned off the car engine. Sam had also woken up, and the three exited the car.

"You okay Rose?" Sam asked, looking down at her with concern.

" 'm fine, just tired that's all." Sam decided to let it drop and said nothing more.

The following morning they headed out to a local cafe. A man in a long coat, hat, and sunglasses bumped into Rose. He grabbed her arm shocking her form a second then letting her go and walking away like nothing ever happened.

"Hey!" Rose shouted, stopping her walking and turning to look at the guy.

"What happened?" Sam asked as he and Dean also stopped walking.

"I don't really know..." Rose rubbed her arm. "That guy just bumped into me, he grabbed my arm and shocked me..." Dean and Sam shared a glance.

"Let me see your arm," Sam said approaching Rose, he observed it but saw nothing unusual.

"It was probably nothing" Dean brushed it off.

"Yeah..." Rose muttered unsure, a strange feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach. They continued to the cafe for breakfast. Then they split up, Dean going to the morgue to see the body, Sam went to talk to the victim's family and Rose went to talk with the one who found the body.

Rose knocked on the front door of the house and waited for a few moments before the door opened to reveal a young frazzled-looking man.

"Hi, are you Mr. Monroe?" She asked and he nodded. "Jane Smith, FBI. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" She asked, the man nodded and let her in. They sat across each other in the living room.

"So you're the one who found the body right?"

"Y-yeah. I was on my morning jog, and he was just lying on the side of the road, he was actually alive when I check on him, I already told the police this." He told her with a shaky voice.

"And did this man say anything?"

"He-he said," She man looked around nervously.

"It's okay," She reached over and squeed his hand in reassurance.

"He said he was following his dead brother."

"His dead brother?" Rose asked in surprise.

"His words not mine."

"Well did he say anything else?"

"No, That's all that he said."

"And did you notice anything strange?" Rose asked

"No, I just called the police." The man was pale now.

"Well, Thank you. That's all that I need sorry for bothering you." Rose gave a small smile to him as she got up to leave.

"It was no trouble, I'm glad I could help. Good day, Agent Smith." He returned her small smile before closing the door. Rose stared at the door trying to put together the pieces. She fished her phone out of her pocket before turning around and walking down the steps, she dialed Sam's number and was about send when she felt eyes on her and she looked up. It was then Rose saw him, a familiar man in a brown pinstriped suit walking away from her. She knew that there was no way that it could possibly be him, but the logical part of her mind was drowned out by old feelings that rushing back. She went running to him, pushing people out of the way, she followed him into the alleyway.

"Doctor!" She shouted from the mouth of the alley. The 'Doctor' stopped and turned around.

"R-Rose." The man looked and sounded like her doctor. Rose smiled and her eyes teared up. She pushed the part of her that screamed that it wasn't him down, she wanted so much for it to be actually him that she turned away from the truth.

"How did you get here?" She came closer to him.

"The TARDIS...It pulled me here." He answered.

"Is it...It it really you?" Rose was now inches from him.

"Yes it is, who else would I be?" He asked with a big grin. He grabbed Rose's hand sending a shock up it, but she brushed off.

"I can't believe it," Rose whispered embracing him in a hug. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before the 'doctor pulled away.

"Come on, let's go home." He smiled down at her and started to lead her down the alleyway. She took a couple steppes before she stumbled, getting dizzy.

"W-wha-" She choked out, her vision getting dizzy.

"Shh, it's okay I got you." 'the doctor' whispered catching her, the last thing she saw was his smirk before she blacked out. Her phone cluttered to the ground.

"Dean," Sam spoke into his phone. "So I spoke to the victim's mother, This is not her first son to die but the strange part is she said that she saw her son, the first one to die but she said that he died 4 years ago."

"So what are you thinking, ghost?"Dean asked.

"If were a ghost, don't you think that it would have manifested earlier?" Sam asked

"Well, what else could it be?" Dean protested.

"I don't know Dean, but it doesn't seem like a ghost. Anyway, just call Rose and have her meet us back at the motel room." Was all Sam said before hanging up. Dean huffed and dialed Rose's number, it rang then went to voicemail, he tried her again and it went to voicemail, the third time her phone went to voicemail he left her a message. He then dialed Sam again.

"Dean, I think I found something, there's a news article of another person seeing a loved one that was supposed to be long dead," Sam said without a greeting

"That's great but we have a problem," Dean said. "I can't get a hold of Rose" Sam was silent for a moment.

"I'm sure she's fine, She's probably still talking to the witness," Sam said simply.

"For over and hour?" Dean replied skeptically, Sam didn't reply and Dean huffed. "I'm gooing to go check it out, I'll call you if I find anything." dean replied before hanging up. He made his way to the witness' house and knocked on the door. When the man opened the door in introduced himself as FBI agent Young, he denied the man's offer to come in and asked about agent Jane Smith. Dean was told that she left about an hour ago, Dean thanks the man and left. He tried Rose's cell again as he walked but stopped as he heard a familiar ringing from they alley way. Turning into the alley he easily located the device and picked it up. It was indeed Rose's phone. Dean let out a curse hanging up and dialing Sam.

"Somethings happen to Rose, I just found her phone," Dean told Sam as he tucked the phone into his pocket.

The first thing Rose felt was the heaviness of her body, the air around her was damp and musty. As she became more aware of her surroundings she realized that her hands were bound. Her eye shot open and she struggled aginst the zip ties. She was sitting in a chair bound at the wrist and ankles, a gag was placed in her mouth. She was in what a appeared to be a basement that had water dripping from the ceiling.

"Ah you're awake," A male voice said, a voice she recognized. She now knew that this wasn't her doctor, well she always knew but she was too foolish to listen to her brain, too naive. She glared daggers at him.

"Oh, don't be like that," He came closer to her and undid her gag. "Now that's better isn't?" He asked cheerfully.

"What are you?" Was the first thing out of Rose's mouth, she spat those words out.

"I'm a time lord." He responded almost automatically.

"Like hell, you are, now what are you really?" Rose would not be fooled again

"You're no fun," He pouted "Well you see I'm a shapeshifter... in a sense" He grinned at her. "See, my species is a mutation. We were given a gift, to be able to take the form of a person from others memories."

"So you were the one who bumped into me earlier. That electric shock was you accessing my memories. And by that, you were able to take the form of him. But you need to constant access my memories in order to keep this form and I need to be alive for that, right?" Rose deducted. The man grin widened.

"Correct, now you are a smart one. Well, you've always been, it's a shame really, I really would have liked to have you by my side" He leaned towards her and cupped her face. Rose stare hardened and then she spat at him. He let out a startled growl retaliated by slapping her and splitting her lip. He wiped the spit from his cheek with a glare then roughly shoved the gag back in her mouth.

"Maybe you're not as smart as I thought." He said harshly.

Dean made his way back to the hotel, as he walked trough the door sam bolted up from his chair.

"Dean, what happened?"

"I don't know. The witness said that Rose left about an hour ago. I found her phone in an alleyway." Dean explained.

"You think whatever this is, took her?" Sam asks

"Seems like the only explanation." Dean turns around and runs a hand over his face but then spots the traffic cam. "Hey Sam, see if you can hack into the traffic cam on Ive Ave while I head back."

Dean pushes his way through the door of the room, Sam was hunched over the laptop.

"Any luck?"

"Almost" Sam muttered. "There," He said finally sitting up straight. Dean walks over to look at the video. The whole side of the road as well as part of the alleyway. They see Rose exit the house, then it seems as if something caught her eye. They see her hurrying after a man in a pin-striped suit. They are just barely able to see them in the alleyway. They exchange conversation and then they embrace, as they embrace, the man injects something into the back of Rose's neck. Next thing they see is her collapsing, her phone dropped to the ground. She is then loaded into a white van that then zoomed off.

"Can you zoom in, maybe we can get a license plate?" Dean asks Sam.

"I can try" Sam murdered and soon the image zoomed in, the blurry plate was barely legible.

"See if you can hack other cams in the area, let's see where the van went." They were able to track the van to the edge of town before they lose it.

"Damn it" Dean cursed under his breath.

"Well, it's a start. I'll go down to the station and see if they could put out an APB on the vehicle. Why don't you get some sleep, you look like you could use some." Sam said as he walked out the door. Dean had no intention of resting, not until Rose was found. Dean dug into his pocket before dialing a familiar number.

"Hey Bobby," Dean said. "Ever heard of anything taking on the form someone's deceased loved one?"

"You know you're the second person to call me about this. Turns out some hunters ran into a mutated species of Shapeshifters. They can take the appearance and personality of someone from a person's memories, even if that person is dead. To maintain the form they need constant access to the memories." Suddenly everything clicked into place, the man who bumped into Rose, the shock she felt, why they took her. "Thanks, Bobby," Dean said before hanging up. Dean looks at the videos one more time, focusing on the one that last showed the van and the one that didn't. Dean then pulled up a map to see what was in the area, some business buildings, some warehouses and abandoned apartment building. Wait...That's where she has to be, the abandoned apartment building. Creatures seemed to favor abandoned places. Tugging on his jacket he texted Sam that he was following up on a lead.

Dean rushed in the abradant apartment and saw Rose tied to a chair with a knife to her thought. Her cheek was bruised and dried blood covered her lip, for some reason this scene angered Dean and he didn't hesitate to put a bullet in the back of the man's head. The man fell to the floor, some of his blood coated Rose's face. Dean lowered the gun and made his way to Rose. This is the first he had seen Rose look so vulnerable, he had seen glimpses of sadness that were soon locked away, but nothing like this. Never has he seen how broken she was. She was shaking slightly, looking almost as if she was about to cry, but she wouldn't let herself. He untied her wrist and undid her gag. She said nothing, refusing to meet his eyes as she rubbed her bruised wrist. Dean struggled for something to said, he knew she wasn't okay. Dean chose to say nothing and lead her into the car but instead of driving to the hotel he drove to a bar.

"Dean?" Rose questioned.

"You look like you could use a drink" Was Dean reply as he turned the car off and walk towards the bar entrance.

Dean and Rose stumbled through the door of the motel room laughing and leaning on each other to keep upright, they were both pretty buzzed. Sam glared at them with his arms crossed.

"It's nice to see you too are okay." He spat at the two.

"Oh come on Sammy-" Dean started.

"No Dean, you can't just drop off the face of the earth like that. How could I know you and Rose weren't just Dean in the ditch or something." Sam's voice rose.

"Sam-" Rose started softly, knowing they worried him.

"I need air," Sam grumbled before stomping out of the motel room and slamming the door behind him. The room was quite for a moment before Dean burst out laughing.

"Dean!" Rose tried to reremind him but began laughing as well. Their laughter died off and they realized how close the were, their faces inches apart. They stared at each other for a few moment neither of them daring to move closer. Rose finally broke of the intense moment by clearing her trough and moving away.

"We should get some sleep," Rose said as the moment grew awkward.

"Yeah..." Dean trailed off. They stared at each other for a few moment longer before Rose forced herself to leave the room and go to hers.

"Goodnight...Dean" Rose said softly as she closed the door.

"Goodnight," Dean replied hazily even though the door was already closed. Dean slid down the wall, hand on his head. Did he really just almost kiss her. He's been down this road before, he knew what would happen, it always happened. He would lose her just like the others. Yet Rose felt different, well she was different, she had been through hardships and she was strong. Maybe it would work out. Dean shook his head, how could he think like that. Alought he wouldn't deny he was attracted to Rose but this wasn't the place or the time. This lifestyle wasn't suited for romance. Dean sighed, his good mood ruined, and retired to bed.