Chapter number three, in Rose's story. Please read and review and thank you to the ones who have followed and favorite it. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
Dean sees a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it.
"Are you plan on eating it or getting yourself the fuck out?" He started to straighten out the paper clip.
"You're an odd girl, you know that?" He started to pick the locks on his hand cuffs.
"Well I am a hunter." I smirked. He looked down at my hands.
"Yeah…so I'm guessing your doing this case too?" I started to twist and turned my wrist.
"Yeah, it's a Woman in White, and it's Constance Welsh. Her husband had to cheat on her, causing her to have a fit of insanity, kill her kids, and then killing herself." My cuff was half way up my hand.
"How long have you known this?" He looked between his hand cuff and me.
"Before I even made it here." He stopped trying to get his cuff off and looked at me in shocked. "By the Newspapers and loco lore. It's real fucking easy to tell. Plus it's helps that for years before I became a hunter, I study the supernatural."
"Why?" I shrugged my shoulders. He was looking at my still closed cuff to my red almost bleeding wrist.
"Because I always knew it was real." I grabbed my shit from the table and looked at Dean again. "Look, I am kind of hoping, that we are both here to stop this bitch, we could work this case together." He thought about it for a few minutes, after he got his cuff off he answered. I was rubbing my wrist, trying to get blood back in it. "It's nice to met new hunters. I hunt alone so."
"You seem pretty good." He looked threw the window into the hallway and saw no one there. He grabbed his dad's journal as I grab my pipe and weed, and we took off the back of the building. Dean slid open a window and help me up and out. He set his hand right under my ass pushing me up.
"Well, damn Dean, at less take me out on a date first." I looked down at him. He just smirked and hopped threw the window.
"Sassy one you are." He looked around to see if any cops were around. "Let's go." We ran to a pay phone. He held out his hand telling me to wait there. He started to pat his packets but they were empty. I pushed myself in the pay phone little room and put in four dollars of quarters. Dean looked down at me and I pushed myself out. He punched in a number and held the phone up to his ear.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal. Listen, we gotta talk." He was interrupted. "Sammy, would you shut up for a second? One I already know that. I met up with another hunter, who doing the same case. I told her she could tag along. She's good Sam. She knew it was a Woman in White before us, and-" He was cut off again. "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho. I've got his journal." He stopped talking again. "Yeah, well, he did this time." He looked at the journal in his hand. "Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going. I'm not sure where yet. Sam? Sam!" He slammed the phone down. "Let's go. The Sammy is in trouble." The Sammy?
We were running down the dirt road towards Constance's house. "Damn it...I hate running." Dean laughed at me. He was in front of me. We came up to the house and saw the Impala parked in front of it. Constance was sitting on top of Sam. She flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest.
"Hey Bitch!" I raised my gun to her face. I pulled the trigger and it went off, shattering the window. Dean and I approached, still firing at her. She glares at us and vanishes, then reappears, and we just keep firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.
"I'm taking you home." Sam drives forward. We stares after the car, as it smashes through the side of the house.
"Damn, he really did take her home." We hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.
"Sam! Sam! You okay?" Dean started to yell for his younger brother. He moves and makes some noise.
"Yeah, are you okay?" I was really hoping that he wasn't hurt to bad.
"I think…" I wanted to laugh but I didn't think it was a good idea.
"Can you move?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah. Help me?" Dean opens the pastier car door and leans in to give Sam a hand. I turned behind me and see Constance picking up a large framed photograph. Dean helps Sam the rest of the way out of the car.
"There you go." Dean closes the car door. They look around and see Constance; she was holding a picture of her and what I think was her two children. Constance looks up and glares at us, throwing the picture down. A bureau scoots towards us, pinning us against the car. The lights starts to flicker. Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the boy and girl. They hold hands and spoke in chorus.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." Constance looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Sam, Dean, and I shove the bureau over, as we go look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean looked over Sam and I. Sam nodded confirming it.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Dean smirked.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam, being a good sport, laughs through the pain.
"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you two thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?" He look at both of us. "And who are you?" I pointed at him.
"Hey. It saved your ass." Sam shrugged his shoulders, laughing. Dean pointed at me.
"That's Rose. The hunter, I was telling you about." He smiled at his brother, then started to look over his car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam laughs. He holds out his hand.
"I'm Sam."
"Rose." I give him a firm shack.
"So you're a hunter?" I put my hands in my pockets.
"Yeah for three years." I just sat there in silent. "Well I guess I'll see you guys around." I want to go out on the road with them…but I'm not going to ask to.
"Wait, do you want to tag along. I don't feel right haven't a girl doing this job by herself." I looked at Dean. Really that's why?
"I agree. You really shouldn't be doing on your own. I mean not to be mean or anything but…you tiny." Tiny…?
"Are you two saying I can't take care of myself?" They looked at each other and answered together.
"No…maybe…yeah." I glared at him.
"You fucking dicks. I will have you know this isn't my first case and just because I am 5'3 and 105 pounds and have to smoke pot just to function at all, doesn't mean I can't kick supernatural ass." Sam raised an eye brow at me.
"Wait…you smoke pot?" Dean slapped him on the arm.
"Medical, dude. She told me and the cops. I guess she becomes really mean." He looked at me and crossed his arms. "So are you coming or not." I was always going to say yes anyways.
"Yeah, I guess." I got in the back. The Impala tears down the road. Sam has the journal open to "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on his lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.
"Okay, here's where Dad went." He pointed to the map. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nods as he watches the road.
"Sounds charming. How far?"
"It kind of reminds me of a park. I think it's a state park." I said as I looked over Sam's shoulder. He smiled at me.
"About six hundred miles." I place my head on the seat.
"Oh, fun drive." Dean smiled.
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean looked from between Sam and I.
"Can I drive?" Dean looked like he almost had a heart attack with me just asking.
"NO!" I raised an eyebrow at him. Sam looks at him, hesitating.
"Dean, I, um…" Dean glances at the road and back. I sit back feeling the tensing.
"You're not going?" Dean asked Sam, not sounding too shock.
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Dean nods, disappointed, and returns his attention to the road.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." We both glance at Sam. "I'll take you home." Sam turns the flashlight off. We drove on. It was quite the rest of the way there.
We pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam and I get out, I slip in the front and Sam leans over to look through the window.
"Call me if you find him?" Dean didn't looked at him but nods anyways. Sam looked at me. "Rose, keep him safe. It seems like you have a good head on your shoulders." I scoffed.
"I'm a hunter. What person with a good head on their shoulders, dose what we do?" He nodded his head in agreement.
"And maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?" Dean's face said that he highly doubt that.
"Yeah, all right." Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat. "Sam?" Sam turns back. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there." I couldn't help but smile. Dean really wants his brother back in his life.
"Yeah." Sam went inside as Dean drives off. I was watching where Sam went in.
"Sorry you didn't get know my brother more." I sat back down but contented to look threw the mirror.
"It's ok-" I trailed off. There is someone who isn't Sam or a girl in Sam's room. 'Shit, that's really going happen!?' I looked at Dean. "Dean we have to go back…Now!" I kind of scared him.
"Rose, what's going on?" I was still watching the person.
"Just go back now!" Dean does a really fast u-turn. "There is someone in Sam's house." Explaining to him.
"How do you know?" I looked at him.
"I just saw a male standing in Sam's house. There is no way in hell that was Sam. Too short…and too fast. Sam and his girlfriend only live in that house." I remember Sam telling me that, when he was telling me about Jess. Dean slammed on his breaks. I was already running out the car.
"Shit, Rose, wait up!" Dean ran after me. I skipped up the steps.
"NO!" I heard Sam's voice yelling. Dean heard it to.
"Sam!" We ran to his door and I kick it open. "Damn." I ran in, there was the smell of smoke…and burning flesh. "Sam!" Dean called out again. I ran in to the back bedroom.
"Sam!" I knocked open that door too. Sam was laying on his bed with one arm being used to shield his face.
"Jess!" Sam yelled, as he looked up at his girlfriend. Dean comes running into the bedroom.
"Sam! Sam!" Dean looks up and sees Jess.
"No! No!" Poor Sam. Dean and I grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!" I looked behind us and saw the man. I stopped walking.
"Rose!" Dean grabbed me as well and started to pull me out. Flames engulf the apartment.
Someone had calling 911. There were cops, Paramedics, and fire trucks out front when we got out. The cop questioned Sam about the fire and his late girlfriend, Jessica.
Dean and I looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. We look at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looks up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.
"We got work to do." He shuts the trunk.