Sam POV

I writhed on the cold seat of the Impala. Fuck, this was bad. I guess all those drugs are really kicking me in the ass. At first I felt better, maybe because my brother was here, maybe because we were going to find Dad, but mostly because I had finally kicked the drugs. Then this happened. Sweat poured out of me, coating the leather. I felt like my head was going to explode. Rose were happily cuddled up in the seat next to me, and Blackie was chatting animatedly with Dean. I groaned in aggravation and threw a heavy arm over my eyes. Maybe if I could get just a little bit of coke, just a little, that way I wouldn't be going totally cold turkey. No! What was I thinking? My eyes flicked up to Dean. I can't go back to that, it would tear him apart. Not to mention then the withdrawals would be worse. No, I won't do any more drugs. I can tough it out. I'm a Winchester.

Rose POV

Dean hummed along to some rock song I didn't recognize, Blackie had fallen asleep, and Sam was sitting next to me silently. He really didn't look so good. I felt a twinge of guilt. I shouldn't do this, these people are so kind. Dean turned to me,

"You doin okay? You don't look so chipper," I forced a smile.

"I'm good," He nodded and turned back to face the road. "Dean?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"You would do anything for your brother right? Like anything?" I made eye contact with him in the mirror.

"Well," he seemed to pause and think. "Of course I would do anything in my power to protect Sam...but there are limits. I mean, I don't think I could put anyone else I cared for in danger," I nodded. That made sense.

"Dean?" He looked back again.

"What now?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," I mumbled.

"Not the best time for second thoughts sweetheart. We're here," He grinned, moving to open the door.

"NO!" I yelled. He looked taken aback. "Dean. Do not get out of this car!" My voice held desperation. He gave me a confused glance.

"Rose, I thought you said this was a lead. For yellow eyes. I need to find my dad," Sam and Blackie stepped out of the car beside him. Shit, this is not good.

"UNLEASH THE HOUNDS!" A deep voice bellowed.

"DEAN! GET IN THE CAR!" I screamed. It all happened so fast. A pack of massive wolves sprinted from the old warehouse. I was frozen to my seat. I could only watch as Sam, Dean, and Blackie turned to run for the car. A wolf lunged for Blackie, clamping its jaws around his unstable legs and throwing him to the ground. A cry of pain split through the air. Dean roared as he grappled with a wolf that clawed at his vulnerable neck. Sam ripped the door of the car open, and I reached for his hand to pull him in when another wolf leapt onto his back and dragged him away. I could see blood trickling from him as the wolf dug its claws into his back. Blackie screamed in pain, but he managed to cross his legs around the wolf's neck and snap it in one swift motion. He threw himself into the door that Sam had left open and slammed it shut. Sam and Dean had no such luck. I watched Yellow Eyes stroll out from the darkness, his small army of demons following. They called off the wolves, forcing Sam and Dean to their knees. When Yellow Eyes grinned at me, I realized that he had never intended to help my sister. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the look of searing betrayal in Dean's eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat and spun the car around, driving out of danger.