Previously in Untouchable:
As if in slow motion, Rose produced a dirty, blood-covered knife from beneath her flithy dress. She raised it high in the air, cackling wildly as she did so.
"You will pay," the chilling voice seemed to echo around the room. It invaded Tessa's brain, reverberating throughout her skull. She could hear nothing but the spirit's voice. Her father's cries, Dean and Sam's frantic yells, it was all gone.
She didn't even hear her father's final scream. A twisted sort of last words, but some that Tessa was grateful to miss.
Blood. Blood was everywhere.
Part 2:
Tessa let out a guttural cry as she watched Rose plunge the knife into her father over and over again. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think- All she knew was that her father was dying, if not already dead, and there was nothing in the world that she could do about it.
It was too late.
Tessa tried to block everything but the mission at hand out of her mind. There would be plenty of time to grieve later. Right now, she had to find the "rope" that her father had described, and she had only a vague idea of where to start.
"Fuck it," Tessa gritted her teeth and felt around wildly for her salt gun. It was lying just a few feet away. As soon as her fingers closed around the trigger, Rose looked up.
Tessa knew that she only had seconds before the spirit was on her, so she took a wild aim and shot. She didn't miss. Rose disappeared, but Tessa knew it was only a matter of time before the woman showed up again, and this time, Rose wouldn't make the mistake of leaving Tessa alone.
She avoided looking at the mangled remains of her father as she sprinted across the bedroom. The closet was thankfully unlocked, and Tessa began pulling out box after box, dumping their contents on the ground. Nothing inside even slightly resembled the rope she was looking for.
Not a rope, Tessa realized. A noose. She was looking for the noose Rose used first to kill herself, and then later to strangle her brother and mother.
Tessa was now reaching one of the last boxes in the closet, and she was beginning to lose hope. Rose wouldn't be gone forever, her father was most likely dead, and Dean and Sam were still locked outside. It was truly up to Tessa now. There was no help to receive.
Just as Tessa emptied yet another cardboard box from the closet, this one labeled "Old Clothes", she saw it. The noose. Her father had tucked it into the corner, assuming that Hanna wouldn't have a reason to look through this stuff.
The noose was still in its perfect shape, a loop just big enough the securely fit Rose's head. Thinking of the evil woman fashioning this made Tessa sick. Did she know what she would do in the afterlife? Did she even care?
Tessa fumbeled in her pocket for the lighter she'd accidentally forgotten to give back to Dean at the cemetary earlier. She thanked her lucky stars that she did, though, because it was what she was to use to end this.
A chill went through Tessa's spine, signaling the return of Rose. This time, Tessa wasn't scared, or afraid.
She was ready. Ready to end this bitch once and for all, ready to avenge her entire family's death, ready to end the torment of the past years of her life.
She turned to face the spirit of Rose Wilson, a small smirk on her face. Rose's eyes locked on the objects in Tessa's hands, and a look of something akin to fear crossed her undead face. She knew as good as Tessa what was about to come.
"You can go straight back to Hell, you bitch!" Tessa screamed, flicking the lighter on. The noose caught to the flame quickly, and Rose let out a low snarl.
She tried to come forward, but then the flames erupted beneath her, traveling higher and higher, and then she was nothing.
As if someone had flicked a switch, everything seemed to return as it was. The temperature was normal, the lights were no longer flickering, and Dean and Sam burst into the room. The pair looked ready for a fight, but there was none.
Instead, what they found was a sobbing Tessa knelt on the ground, cradeling her dead father's head in her lap.
"Daddy, no," she sobbed, unable to tear her eyes away from the shell of a man in front of her.
Daniel was reduced to ribbons of flesh, skin, and bone. Rose had hacked away at him, mangling him from the neck down to something almost unrecognizable. His blood soaked the floor beneath him, and the white walls were splattered with red drops. He had died soon after Rose had begun stabbing; There was no saving him.
Dean and Sam stood apprehensively in the doorway. They wanted to check out the room, and begin cleaning up the mess, but they also didn't want to disturb Tessa. She had lost everything, now, and the Winchesters couldn't help but blame themselves a little bit. If only they'd known that Rose was tied to an object, not her body, then Daniel wouldn't have died. Then Tessa would still have a family.
Tessa looked up from her father and noticed Sam and Dean for the first time. She gently laid her father's head on the carpet and stood. She pulled one of the white sheets off of the bed and draped it over her father's body.
"I found the noose and burned it," Tessa paused to wipe her hands on her pants; They were scarlet with Daniel's blood. "But it was too- too late for him."
"Tessa-" Sam started forward, opening his arms to the younger girl. She gratefully collapsed into them, not bothering to try and keep from getting gore on him. She was sure he'd seen much, much worse.
While Sam was comforting Tessa, Dean began to inspect the room. He lifted up the sheet briefly before setting it back down. He couldn't stomach it. The room would be easy enough to clean, just some heavy bleaching and then reorganizing the boxes Tessa had emptied.
Explaining Daniel's death, however, would be a completely different task. They were sure as hell not going to leave Tessa to come up with a story on her own. She would look extremely suspicious, and not to mention the girl was out of her mind with grief. Even Dean wasn't hard enough to let her handle this on her own.
Instead of lingering on the all-too-near future, he began cleaning, careful to avoid getting too close to Daniel. Sam and Tessa joined in, and the trio worked in silence for several hours.