Dean POV

"Let's get one thing straight, aiight? I ain't some washed up hooker," Rose began for the tenth time, "I'm a hunter. Just like you, Winchester," I scoffed as the fiery red-head pulled up the waistband of my sweatpants up her narrow hips.

"Right. How'd you get in the business anyway?" I asked with sincere curiosity. She scowled at me under her feathered bangs.

"None of ya business," I threw my hands up.

"Just trying to get to know you," She remained silent and glanced away. I saw this conversation was going nowhere and sat up to wake up Sam and Blackie. Her head jerked upward when she saw me leaving and cleared her throat. I stopped and met her eye. It was still unreadable, though she seemed to have softened.

"Listen, if you tell anyone you're dead. Dead. And you can't go crazy or-"

"I got it!"

"Right. Okay, so my dad was a deadbeat and mom was a druggie. Great origin story right? Real original. I was eleven when my little sister, Roxie, was born. I had to take care of her and my mom until I was sixteen and ma OD'd on meth. It wasn't so bad growing up around here. I worked at a diner for a while but when that ended I had to working at a gas station. It was rough, not much money. By the time Sul came around Lily and I were sleeping in the allies. He said he could help us. He said… he said Roxie was special. That she was young and would be able to carry something called Lilith. I told him to eat shit. The crazy old fuck said that we could control the world with the powers he could give Roxie. At that point I didn't know what to say, ya know? Before I knew it black smoke was pouring out of his mouth and into Roxie's. Sul was dead and Roxie… Roxie wasn't Roxie anymore. We went to dozens of people and eventually I got the full scoop on the demons and supernatural shit. She's been fighting against this thing inside her for over year before she couldn't fight anymore. The thing, Lilith took over one night and nearly killed me. I came to the next day and she was gone," Oh wow okay. I was expecting a werewolf to mug her, or maybe a vampire boyfriend. She cocked her head at me,

"What about you?" she asked.

"Mom was killed by a demon and now my dad's chasing around this demon trying to kill it ever since I was 4," I ran a hand over face. "We gotta find him, he's been gone for six months,"

"Rough," she offered a sympathetic smile. "Sorry 'bout your mom and all that,"

"Yeah. Sorry about your sister," I returned the gesture.

"Ah no worries, I gotta plan to get her back," she grinned. I was going to ask her about this 'plan' when Sam came walking in. Rose retreated to the bathroom.

"So...You really came back for me huh?" Sam asked. "Not just some weird crack dream? I could've used your help eight missing teeth ago," Blackie sprinted into the room and chucked a vase at Sam's face,

"Make that nine missing teeth," He laughed gleefully. Sam snarled and threw a shard at Blackie.

"Guys," I warned, "Knock it off. We have long day ahead of us, we need to conserve our strength," Rose poked her head out of the door.

"We do? What's the plan, boss-man?" She kicked away shards of glass in her path.

"Getting out of here," I said slowly. Though I wasn't sure what the plan was. She shrugged a bit then sauntered over to me.

"I have a lead, possibly. Why don't you let me take the reins for a bit," She grinned. I was about to say the hell with that, I barely know you but looking at her face I knew she could be trusted.

"Alright Cinnamon, lead the way,"