I'm not going to be posting chapters as fast. I just have a good bit already wrote out. This is the second chapter of Rose's story. Yes I did change her last name. I feel like it is for the best for her. Also if you didn't knew already, I do have a DeviantArt, and Wattpad. All under the same name TheBloodyHellhound. I plan to post picture of things from my story there. If this is your first time reading though, I hope you enjoy!
Rose's POV
I jumped awake as the bus stopped, throwing my face into the back of the seat in front of me. I flopped back on to my seat holding my head.
"What the hell? Can't people drive these days?" I looked at out the window. I was in Jericho, California.
"Did I really sleep the whole time?" It's a 12 hour ride…I guess I'm not too shock. I really don't sleep much. Mostly two three hours a night. I grabbed my bag and hurried as fast as I could to get off the bus. I leaped off the bus, happy to be free. "Thank god that's over." I pulled out my pack, smoke bag, and lit a cigarette. With one of my head phones still in, smoking, and walking to find a motel, a black Chevy Impala, that was blasting 80's Rock music, speed down the street. I watched it turned in to the driveway.
I speed up my walking and was hoping that it was a motel. I am also hoping that it was Sam and Dean. I came closer and saw a motel sign. I stood there waiting from them to come outside.
When five minutes pasted and nothing new happened, I got bored. I looked inside to see who was in side. There was one really tall guy with semi-long brown hair. The other guy was a bit shorter then the other one. That was all I could tell because he was covered in mud.
I walked in and smiled at the corner guy. I walked up and waited my turn. The poor guy was covered in mud, and now I know he smells like shit. I mean like actual shit. Turned and looked at me.
"One room, please." He handed the guy his card. I smiled and I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore.
"Oh that's unfortunate." He gives me a small glare. I just looked at the ground. Maybe I smoked too much pot on the way here.
"What are you guys having a reunion or something?" The guy in the front asked the two boys in front of me. The two guys looked at each other.
"What do you mean?" The Moose asked.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Holy shit…it's Sam and Dean. I smiled lightly behind them as they grabbed their key and walked out.
"One room please, for three days, twos nights." I slid some money across the table.
"License plate number?"
"I don't have a car." He gives me a key.
"Thank you. Have a nice day." I walked out seeing Sam pick locking a door and them slipping in. "I don't even want to know." I slipped in my room. I didn't care the first thing I am going to do is take a shower. After my shower, I left to get something to eat.
"Problem, officers?" I looked up at hearing Dean's voice. Dean was stopped by a pair of cops. Shit cops. I tired to walk back into my room but was stopped by two more officers.
"You're coming with us." They started to walk me towards the cop car Dean was standing by. When I saw that they place me next to Dean. I just kept my mouth shut.
"Where's your other partner?" He looked between Dean and I. Why am I being dragged into this. Other then my dreams I don't know Sam and Dean.
"Other Partner? What, what other partner?" Jaffe, read his name tag, glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. His friend heads over there. Dean starts to fidget.
"Um, I don't know him." Dean shot a look at me.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked proving my point. I was about answer.
"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. Fake age. You got anything that's real?" I really should have kept my mouth shut. Really should have. It seems like Dean had the same problem too.
"My boobs." Dean.
"My dick." Me. Dean and I grin at them. We were then slammed over the hood of the cop car.
"You have the right to remain silent—" I grouned once my front side hit the hood of the cop car. This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.
Sheriff Pierce, no relation...I hope, enters the room, carrying a box. He sets the box on the table at which Dean and I sat and goes around the table to face us across it.
"So you want to give us your real names?"
"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." Dean lied threw his teeth, I was telling the truth,
"Rose Pierce"
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you two are in here." I really don't care! I just want to get out of here.
"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" I leaned over to Dean.
"I thinking maybe squeal like a pig." Sheriff Pierce pointed at Dean.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." Then he pointed at me. "Your laptop has same info that his walls do and not only that, you are under age, and had over a pound of pot and five pipes in your room" Dean looks at me in shock. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo-jumbo. You two are officially suspects."
"Just to tell you, a lot of that is from the christen realign." I smiled at him. The officer glared at me. "The Christians took a lot of stuff from other religions and used as theirs say they had it first. So if you think about it. They are thieves."
"Plus, that makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three." I looked at Dean.
"I wasn't a thought." Dean chuckled at that. "My dad didn't want kids really."
"I know you two got more partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean. Rosemarie." At less he knows my first name is my real first name. Sheriff Pierce tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table. I knew it because John, Dean's father, never went any where with it. I could always see the book lying around the hotel rooms…but I've never seen John. He's always out of the picture but I can hear him. "This his?" Dean just stares at it. Sheriff Pierce sits on the edge of the table. He flips through the journal, it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out—I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." I started to slightly pissed off. How dare he talk about John like that! Yeah he's kids of fucked up in the head…but what hunter isn't? Dean leans forward for a closer look. "But I found this, too." He opens the journal to a page that reads "DEAN 35-111", circled, with nothing else on that page. "Now, you're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean and I stare down at the page, then looks up. Oh this is going to be a long night.
By now it was dark out and I wanted nothing more then to kick Sheriff Pierce white piggy ass. He is still interrogating Dean and I over the "DEAN 35-111" page. Dean slammed his hands on the table.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." I just want this to be done. So I can go stop the woman in white.
"And that I have no clue. I don't know his dad." I pointed at Dean. I really didn't. I know of him but I don't know him. "Or him!"
"We gonna do this all night long?" He asked us. I rubbed my face with my hands.
"God, hope not…I need fucking a smoke."
"That's another thing you really want me to believe that you are 20 and can smoke-" I couldn't stand his voice any more.
"Call my doctor, call anyone who fucking knows me and they will tell you. Go in my wallet and fucking look." He pulled my wallet out of the box. He flipped it open and the first card he sees was my ID. Which say I'm Rosemarie Elizabeth Pierce, age 20, 5'4, and 99 LBS. the second one he looked at was my pot card. He looked up at me.
"You'll get them when and if you leave." A deputy leans into the room.
"We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The Sheriff looks at Dean and I.
"You two have to go to the bathroom?"
"No." Dean and I said at the same time.
"Good." He slaps handcuffs on to Dean and me then to the table and leaves.
"Son of a bitch." I growled out.