It was over quickly. Dean came inside Rose in no time, weeks of pent-up sexual frustration spilling out of him as he gave in to Grams' control. Grams dropped him as if dropping a puppet, two of her four men catching him under his arms and dragged him back to his cell, dropping him on the concrete floor. Rose slipped down the wall as Dean released her, leaving a trace of blood on the wall as she slid to the floor.
"Well, don't just leave her there!" Grams snapped at the other two men. "She'll figure out a way to get them out! Put her in with him!" Following his orders, the other two men picked Rose up and dragged her after Dean, dropping her in on top of him. She rolled off him and crawled to the corner of the cell. Her back was still bleeding but she closed her mind to the pain.
Grams looked over at Sam, standing in the middle of his cell, his fists clenched, ready to use all of his powers against her now and get it over with. He held back as she said, "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Sammy. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough. But I'm guessing you already know that, don't you? I can promise you, no faith healer and no deal is going to save you this time." She turned and motioned for her men to follow her out of the shelter, leaving Rose and the brothers alone.
Sam ran over to the corner next to Rose. Dean was still down on the ground, moaning, his pants still undone. "Rose," Sam cried, "Rose! Dean!" He didn't know what to do. He looked from his brother, lying in the middle of the cell to Rose, curled up against the wall next to him.
Not out loud she said in his mind and shot her eyes to the corner of the ceiling. Cameras were watching their every move.
"Oh, my God, Rose, are you okay?" Sam said out loud. In his mind, he responded to her, why did you stop me? I could have stopped him, Rose! Dean's never going to forgive me for letting him do that to you.
No, she responded. Not yet, Sam. You know what's coming. You have to wait. They can't know, not yet. Out loud she mumbled at him in a hoarse voice, "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine. Really, I'm okay."
Are you sure you're okay? he answered back. Oh, God, Rose, I'm so sorry! Dean never would have... you know that, right? Not of his own free will. Not like I did... oh, God! Sam slammed his head against the wall, feeling helpless, feeling as though both he and his brother had raped her. Oh, Rose, I am so sorry!
No, Sam, she rolled her eyes up to look at him. They were leaning against the wall, side by side, the bars between them. She had her knees up to her chest, hugging them to herself. You didn't do anything to me that I didn't want you to. And, well... neither did Dean.
From the middle of the cell, Dean moaned and grunted at them, "Would the two of you please shut up!" He felt as if he had the worst hangover of his life.
Sam looked at his brother. How did he? He can hear us? Sam asked silently.
"Of course I can, Sammy!" Dean shouted. Rose moved quickly to his side, pulling him up into a sitting position and putting her fingers to his lips.
Shushing Dean, she explained to Sam, He's still connected to us. Squatting in front of Dean, she held his head in her hands. "Dean!" she shouted out loud. "Dean, wake up! You're having hallucinations!"
"Ahhh!" he yelled, holding his head. "Not so loud!"
She held his head up to look at her. Dean, she said into his mind. Dean, look at me. He raised his head to look into her eyes. Don't answer me out loud, Dean. I'm in your head. Do you understand? He nodded but his eyes were darting back and forth, confusion showing on his face. Rose looked over at Sam and said aloud, "He's okay. I think he's coming around." She looked back into Dean's eyes. "I'm sorry, Dean," she said to him. "I'm sorry I got you into this." In his mind he heard her say, I'm going to get us out, I swear!
Sam heard her too. How? he answered back. She turned to look at him again, Dean still leaning on her shoulder.
We know what they're planning, don't we? she answered. And they don't know... about this. We've got two more days until the new moon. We can stop them.
Realizing his pants were still pulled down, Dean quickly pulled them back up and fastened them again. His head was spinning. "I don't know...what the hell happened?"
Rose put her hand to his cheek, not looking at him, instead looking at the floor in front of her. "Nothing, Dean," she said quietly. "Nothing happened. You were hallucinating, that's all."
Sam looked at her in amazement. Her eyes were the sky blue he was used to, but he didn't know what to believe. Rose, why aren't you… why aren't you possessed anymore? How do we know that you're not? That this isn't some kind of trick?
Rose looked over at Sam. Because they want me to feel the pain, she answered him. Because of my connection to you, to your family, I can't kill you. I was supposed to kill you. She let her head drop to her chest.
Dean had finally caught on to when they were talking out loud and when they were in his head. We have to be sure, he answered her, figuring out how to respond to them.
Do you have anything silver? she asked him. Do you have any silver at all?
Dean, your ring! Sam replied to both of them. Rose saw it still on Dean's right hand. She grabbed his hand in hers and put it to her heart. Pulling it away, she showed them – no burn marks, on her chest or her hands.
Please tell me that's proof enough she pleaded to both of them. Behind Dean, the body in the other cell caught her eye. The man was finally dead this time. Oh, God! she thought. Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick! She turned her back to them and curled up in a fetal position on the floor.
"Rose?" Dean said, putting his hand on her shoulder. He could see the open wounds on her back were worse than before, the bloody streaks drying to a deep brown color.
No, Dean, please, she answered him, waving him off with her hand. Please, not now.
Dean half crawled, half staggered over to the wall where Sam was leaning. He leaned his head up against the bars. What did I do, Sammy? he asked his brother. What did I do?
Remembering Rose's statement, Sam replied, Nothing, Dean. You were having some kind of hallucination.
Dean looked over at Rose, curled up on the floor of his cell. He knew Sam was lying.
Rose eventually came out of her fetal position and crawled over to the two brothers. She put herself between them, putting her hand through the bars to hold Sam's hand and leaning her head on Dean's shoulder. She was mentally and physically exhausted, but they had work to do.
It's easier keeping the connection this way she explained to them. Understanding what she meant, Dean reached out and took her other hand that was resting on his leg.
You two know something you're not telling me, he thought.
Sam replied, You don't want to know, Dean. Trust me, you don't want to know.
Rose felt the anger rising in Dean over being left in the dark. No, don't. It's what they want. They feed off it, just like they feed off... she didn't finish the thought, but both brothers knew what she meant. That was why they had Dean assault her. Grams knew her connection with the brothers was strong. Now they only hoped she didn't know how strong. Don't think about that, she instructed them. Look, we have to find a way to get your weapons back. And, Sam, do you think you can... are you strong enough to control... them?
Dean looked at his brother. He knew he'd felt him trying to control him earlier. He remembered how it had felt when Andy had done it – how he'd just lost control of his actions even though his mind was screaming at him not to do what Andy commanded.
Sammy, you could have stopped me! he thought. Why the hell didn't you stop me?
Sam looked down at Rose but didn't answer him.
Over the next two days, they silently planned what to do as Grams' men came in and brought them food and allowed them semi-private bathroom breaks in the bathroom at the back of the shelter. Grams had the dead body taken out, causing Rose to gag as they dragged the bloody carcass past her. She refused to eat anything they brought.
Twice more, Grams took control of Dean, forcing him on Rose as she fought with Sam to keep him from stopping it. Both times Dean came out of it feeling as though he'd been drugged. Each time grew worse for him... even after he was out from under Grams' spell, he still wanted her, wanted to feel himself inside her again. His body burned for her, but he held it in, knowing that both Sam and Rose could read his thoughts now.
On the third night Grams came in and announced with ceremonial glibness, "It's time." She cackled at the sight of their weapons lying on the table in the corner. "Those aren't going to do you any good now," she said. The men opened the cell where Dean and Rose were held and pulled her out by both arms, holding Dean back with the cattle prods they had used previously. Rose struggled against them, looking imploringly at Sam, her feet barely touching the floor as they dragged her out. You know what to do, was her last thought to the brothers as the men pulled her up the stairs.