A Little Bit of the Extraordinary

Sam and Dean sat side by side with newspapers in hand as they searched for a new case. Led Zeppelin was playing from a stereo in the back of the shop and Dean bobbed his head along. There was a faint buzzing that could be heard through the seating area they were waiting in. Sam looked at his watch.

"Find anything?" He asked his older brother. His eyes were momentarily drawn to the burly biker with a grey beard who left through the blacked out door of the entrance. Sam looked over to his brother, sitting in the red vinyl seat beside him.

Dean glanced up at his brother before continuing to read his newspaper. He shrugged. "Not really."

Sam opened his mouth to comment further, but thought better of it. Dean had been distant since their 'conversation' about the demon blood. Argument was a more apt term Sam felt, possibly even scolding. It also had been very different than how Sam had expected it to go. He'd thought it'd either be an all out brawl, or Dean sort of giving in and not caring, maybe a bit of both. What Sam hadn't expected was the persuasiveness of Dean's argument. He'd explained himself, explained his worries and fears. It was certainly new for Sam, and every bit of him believed the change was because of a certain blonde girl.

Sam picked up his newspaper and tried to focus on the black ink.

It wasn't that he didn't think Rose and Dean were wrong, but Ruby? She couldn't be using him. She was the only one who'd been there for him — the only one who'd really understood, and gave him what he needed. A way to kill Lilith. And if what those witches had told Rose was true, than Lilith had something to do with the last seal. All the more reason to kill her, Sam resolved.

Azazel had used him as a child. Demons had manipulated his entire life, but no more. Now he would manipulate theirs. A rush of guilt filled him. He looked sidelong at his brother. Dean was adamant that the demon blood was going to mess him up. It hadn't so far, had it? Sam didn't think it would; not now that Dean was back. Everything was back to the way it should be. Sam's head titled a bit, albeit Rose was a bit of a change he hadn't expected, he wasn't really complaining. She was smart, talented and incredibly curious. Sam had yet to have the opportunity to sit her down and quiz her on the history she's had the honour to witness, but he promised himself he would soon.

"Hey, what about this?" Sam took the outstretched paper from his brother's hand and glanced over an article as Dean pointed it out. "A couple of chicks have gone missing in Pittsburgh."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well it's Pittsburgh, Dean."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, and I don't want to fly north for the winter as much as you do, but look at the girls that have been taken." Dean nodded towards the newspaper and Sam flipped to where the article continued. All of them were young women, blonde, average height, beautiful. "Remind you of anyone?"

Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. "You think someone's targeting Rose?" Dean gestured with his hands in an 'obviously' manner. Sam shook his head. "Dean no one but us, the angels, and Bobby even know who Rose is."

"The witches knew. Rose said that they claimed they could sense her power, see it on her. That means other monsters probably can too."

Sam frowned. "I don't know Dean." At his brother's stony glare Sam quickly amended his statement. "Look, there's obviously something going on here. And yeah, we should check it out. I just don't think we should go in thinking it's all going to be about Rose. This could be anything."

A curtain dividing the seating area and the rest of the shop opened. Sam and Dean turned towards Rose as she stepped through with an older man in leather.

Dean stood up and rubbed his hands together. "We good to go?"

Rose nodded. "Think so." She turned to the older man beside her. "Thanks Jim!"

Jim nodded and shrugged. "No problem, it was an honour to add to that collection of tattoos you got going there."

Dean raised his eyebrows at Rose. "Collection? You have other tattoos?"

Rose grinned her tongue in teeth grin at him and said, "Wouldn't you like to know." The bell on the door rang as she stepped outside. Dean smiled and nodded his head.

Sam came up behind his brother. "You don't already know?"

Dean stiffened. He turned and glared at his brother. "Not one word, Sammy."

Sam fought the smile that was slowly spreading across his face. "I could have sworn." Really, he could have. Especially considering Dean had openly told Sam he wanted to 'de-hymen' himself after getting back from hell with her.

"Shut up Sam." Dean stormed out of the tattoo parlour. Sam grinned at the blackened door and followed the two out to the Impala. Oh he so was not letting this go anytime soon.

Rose sat in the back seat of the Impala with her legs stretched out across the seat and her back against the door. The drive to Pittsburgh had been relatively quiet, both Sam and Rose had hunkered done and began researching the disappearances.

"Righ'," Rose said into the silence, getting the brothers' attention, "so all these girls disappeared from the same place. This club downtown, but I can't find any connection beyond tha'. There's nothin' linkin' them." Rose tapped away on the vortex manipulator. She'd taken it off her wrist and set it in her lap, than with a couple buzzes from her sonic screwdriver — and a quick explanation to Sam and Dean about what that was — she had been able to expand the holographic screen to about the size of a laptop. Sam had his own laptop open, which Rose had quickly soniced to give him wifi whilst on the road.

Sam glanced behind himself to Rose and her weird futuristic laptop. "Yeah, well, I've been looking into the history of the building and I don't think it's a haunting."

Dean drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as he thought. "Well if it is a ghost, than the body could be hidden on the grounds. Are there any old disappearances linked to the site?"

Sam clicked away at his computer. "I don't think so." There was another long minute of silence before Sam shook his head. "Not anything I can find, no. This is the first sign of anything weird going down."

Rose nodded and shrugged reasonably. "So 's not a ghost."

Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Probably not. But that just means it could be anything. And besides a profile of the victims, we've got nothing. Honestly it looks like a human to me. Some serial killer or something."

"But it might also be a monster." Rose insisted. She minimized the vortex manipulator's screen and moved so she was leaning into the gap between both the brothers.

"Well, yeah," Sam agreed, "we'll check it out, but I don't think we're going to find anything."

"You won't." Rose paused and looked between the Winchesters. "But I might."

The car swerved slightly and Rose quickly grabbed hold of Sam's headrest to keep from flying across the back seat. "Dean!"

Dean pulled the car back into its proper lane. He glanced quickly behind himself at Rose than glared at her through the rear view mirror. "Out of the question."

Rose sighed and settled back into the space between both the boys' headrests. "Dean, come on. 'm exactly this things MO. If anythin's gonna draw him out, 's me."

Dean looked at her like he honestly thought she was crazy. "Yeah, Rose, 'cause it's after you."

Rose rolled her eyes. "'s not after me. You're bein' paranoid. Listen, I'll be fine. Both of you could be in the club too, as backup. Perfectly safe." Rose smiled up at the buildings surrounding them as they entered the heart of the city.

"No."

"Dean…"

"I said no, Rose."

Sam grimaced at the both of them. "Actually Dean, it's not a bad idea." Dean shot his brother a glare. "Yes, it's dangerous." Sam turned and fixed Rose with a serious stare. "And you will definitely be having backup, lots of it. But if this thing — or human — is hurting people, Rose is the best option for it to go after. She can't die and she can protect herself."

Dean shook his head. "We don't know that. Rose seems immortal but something could kill her, you never know."

Rose leaned forward again, her hand rested gently on Dean's tense shoulder. "Dean, if there's somethin' in this world that can kill me, I don't think 's gonna be in some club in Pittsburgh pickin' up girls."

Dean sighed, resigned. He shook his head. "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?"

Rose smiled brightly. "Oh probably."

"But we aren't killing it tonight. We don't even know what it is. You'll lure it out and we'll see what we're up against. We'll come back and deal with it after that, once we've regrouped and figured it all out, alright?"

Rose nodded. "Yup! Sound's good ta me." She tapped Dean's shoulder quickly and pointed to an open parking space. "Pull in, we gotta pick some things up."

Dean frowned in confusion, but did as he was told. "What kind of things?"

Rose gave him a look. "Wha'? You expect be to go to a club dressed like this? Come on!" She opened the door and smiled into the brisk winter air. Sam and Dean exchanged looks of dread as they followed Rose into a store filled with tight, sparkly dresses.

It was an hour later when Dean came to one very important conclusion: Rose was trying to kill them.

It was really the only explanation. Nothing else made sense. They hadn't left the first store they entered and Rose had already gone through over a dozen dresses. At first Dean had been annoyed that she hadn't simply picked one and called it quits. He knew some women liked to shop, but this wasn't shopping. It was torture.

Then Rose had gone to try the dresses on, and Dean had been incredibly happy they hadn't simply bought one dress and left. These dresses — no — these shirts, would not do. They didn't cover anything. They weren't even clothes, they weren't even lingerie.

Rose groaned and looked heavenward. "Dean, please, jus' approve of somethin'."

Dean gave her a look. "Find me something to approve of and I gladly will. These aren't dresses, Rose. Just, pick a dress." Rose rolled her eyes and stomped back into her change room.

Dean rolled his shoulders and tried to feel as manly as possible sitting in a plush purple chair. He turned to his brother. "I still don't like this idea." Sam sat beside him, hunched over and scratching his head awkwardly. He agreed with his brother, it wouldn't be safe, but he was on Rose's side — this was a good plan.

Still, he felt obligated to mention once again what they'd repeatedly told her. "It's dangerous, Rose." Sam put in. "Being bait is never smart."

No, Dean thought. The bait was fine. He was okay with that. Dean had gotten over the whole bait thing the second Rose had stepped out in the first dress. No, Dean was having issues with the costume, not the play. Rose stepped out from the change room and showed off the black, tight, dress she was wearing. This was torture. This was something he'd never agree to. "You are not wearing that." Dean shot down instantly.

Rose's shoulder's sagged instantly. "Dean. This is the hundreth dress I've tried on. Can ya please jus' pick one?"

Dean shook his head. "None." He gestured sharply to emphasize his statement. "None of the dresses you have worn. They aren't even dresses." He pointed at the short number she wore. "That barely covers… things that should be covered." Rose glanced down at the deep v-neck that showed off her breasts. It covered… the important parts, she thought. Rose rolled her eyes, if Dean had seen the things she'd worn to the clubs in her youth he'd have a heart attack.

Rose crossed her arms, supplying an even better view of her ample cleavage. Sam blushed and looked away. "An' wha' would you have me wear?"

"Jeans." Dean replied vehemently. Sam bit back a smile. They'd been going at this for almost an hour. "Jeans and a sweater the size of Texas."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Dean. These girls are goin' missin' in a club. A high-end club. The only way 'm gettin' in is if I dress the part."

Sam took a breath and despite his brother's glare said, "She's right, Dean. I hate to admit it, but we're not on any VIP lists or have any way of getting onto them. The only way Rose is getting into that club is if she's dressed like…"

He paused and they turned to Rose. She still had her arms crossed, her hip cocked to the side. "A slag." She finished for Sam.

Sam coughed. "Yeah."

Dean groaned and dropped his face into his hands. "Just pick one. I can't watch." Rose laughed and closed the door to her change room behind her as she changed back into her normal clothes. Dean shook his head. "Such a friggen disgrace."

Sam smiled. "I didn't know you were such a feminist, Dean."

Dean frowned at his brother. A minute later, Rose exited the change room in her normal jeans and jacket. "Alrigh', I picked one. Jus' lemme pay and we can head to the motel. We're goin' to the club tonight, righ'?"

The Winchesters stood and nodded. They watched Rose leave before turning to one another. "I'm starting to second guess this plan." Sam admitted now that Rose couldn't hear.

"Yeah, I hear ya Sammy. But you got anything better?" Sam sighed. He shook his head. "Ya, well, neither do I. It's alright. We'll get into the club before it opens and find a place to hang out as backup." Sam nodded.

Rose finished paying before she nodded at the brothers. They followed her out into the brisk Pittsburgh air and made their way towards the Impala. "So which dress did you pick?" Dean asked as the car rumbled down the street.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Do you really wanna know?"

Dean nodded his head once. "Never mind." Rose laughed. He glanced at Rose through the rear view mirror. "Now remember Rose, this is purely a fact finding mission. You may be bait, but you're just luring the monster out. Got it? We'll kill it once we know what it is."

Rose raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. "Yes Dean, I understand the concept of a plan." Sam chuckled. Dean smacked his brother on the shoulder. Rose leaned forward and rested her elbows on the Winchesters' seats. "So when are we leavin'?"

Sam looked at her curiously. "Why?"

Rose shrugged. "I jus' thought I could go for a run beforehand 's all."

Sam nodded. "Do you want company?"

"Nah, need to clear my head. So wha' time do you boys want me back?"

Dean parked the Impala into the motel parking lot. He checked his watch. "Uhmmm… We should head out around 8, at least Sam and I should. You won't be due until the doors open."

Rose nodded. "Plenty of time. I'll get changed and be back for dinner then, yeah?"

Sam and Dean nodded. Rose grabbed her shopping bag and the three headed into the motel. Rose fished out her running gear from her duffle and changed in the washroom before heading out.

"Be careful." Dean warned as she left.

Rose paused and gave Dean a mischievous smile over her shoulder. "Now where'd be the fun in that?" Before Dean could form a comment to that, Rose was gone.

He rolled his eyes and turned to Sam. "She's trying to kill me." Sam laughed.

Rose jogged for a few minutes away from the motel. When she was sure she was far enough away not to be seen, she stopped and pulled back the sleeve of her jacket. Her vortex manipulator blinked brightly. Rose pressed a few buttons, a small smile on her face.

POP.

Rose turned and smiled brightly at Death. "Hi! Long time no see."

Death raised an eyebrow. "Indeed." He was leaning against a table with a black cane in hand. They weren't in a pizza restaurant this time, but that didn't faze Rose. Whenever Death decided to train Rose about her abilities, he would move to a safe and private location. One that wouldn't be easily destroyed.

That led to the constant appearance of the same room. A large, almost warehouse sized place made of concrete. There were no doors or windows. Matts were laid across the floor in specific areas, like the ones seen in a gymnasium. There were also various fitness machines around the room, weapons, tables topped with magical herbs and others spell-casting equipment. Rose wasn't sure where or how Death had gotten the room, but it had been incredibly handy in her training. The walls were lined with charms and spells, runes painted in blood to keep out unwanted guests and prying eyes. That was the most important part. The angels couldn't get to her there.

"You've stumbled onto another case with the Winchesters?"

Rose walked towards the older man warily. He almost never spoke of the Winchesters. Death was almost single minded in his focus to train her and despite Rose's best efforts, he really hadn't improved his bedside manner. "Yeah… Why?"

Death shrugged, he made the action look delicate and effortless. "Just curious."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "I highly doubt that." She leaned a hip against the table he was sitting against and crossed her arms. "Wha' do you know?"

Death gave her his calm and slightly amused face. One that looked identical to all the others. "I know lots of things. Would you care to be more specific?"

"Would you?" Rose challenged. Death smiled.

"Simply wondering how Dean is handling things."

Rose pursed her lips. Death always knew more than he let on. "He's bein'… Dean. He clearly thinks the case is linked to me, but Sam and I aren't convinced. He's uneasy with usin' me as bait, tha's for sure."

Death nodded once as he considered that information. "Yes, well, Dean has always been one to do anything for those he cares about." He gave Rose a meaningful look. Rose nodded. She'd seen the way Dean protected Sam, past and future. There wasn't anything Dean wouldn't do for the ones he considered family.

Rose pointed her toe against the concrete, suddenly shy. "So Dean cares about me?" She looked up at Death beneath her eyelashes, hoping for information.

Instead of answering, Death stepped away from the table he was leaning against and gestured towards it. "We're working with herbs today." Rose looked at the table, recognizing herbs used in cooking, and others that she was almost positive had long since gone extinct.

"Spellcastin'?" Rose asked with a smirk.

Death shook his head. "Certain herbs have the ability to bring out certain aspects of your powers. You are Time, and you are connected to all parts of the universe. Certain solar systems will make you weaker, certain times of planetary alignment can strengthen you beyond belief. Herbs work on a smaller scale, but in a tight spot they can give you the extra power you need."

Rose pursed her lips as her eyes took in each of the herbs assembled in bowls, some ground down, other freshly picked or dried. "How's that work then? I thought I was some all-powerful… Eternal? Tha's what you called it righ'?"

Death nodded once. "Yes, but that doesn't mean you don't have weaknesses that can be played on. You are an Eternal fixture of this universe, but even we have traps we must be aware of. Everything in this universe has an escape route, so to speak. Everything can be destroyed, contained, brought to life. That is the magic of this world, at its core; anything is possible."

"So I can die."

Death shrugged, not really caring. "Yes, but worse than that, you can be controlled." Rose frowned in confusion. "Others can find ways to bend you to their will, may that be through magic or… the capture of ones you love."

Rose crossed her arms and glared at the table of herbs. "An' wha' are these gonna do against that?"

Death stepped closer to Time. "They will give you the power to break their enchantments. Either by something as complex as regaining bound abilities," he gestured to an herb, "or technical, like allowing you to transport yourself through space and time." He pointed to a mixture of dried and ground up plants. "Think of them like your very own spells, your private arsenal of power."

Rose nodded. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Do you have herbs then, ones that do things like this for you?"

Death shook his head. "I gain power from more material matters." His fingers moved subconsciously and Rose looked down at the ring he wore. "Sometimes spiritual matters, like areas where many deaths took place or death was averted. Those bring me strength and weakness."

"But then why is it plants for me?" Rose nodded and gestured with her hand carelessly. "Yeah, I know. Planet alignments and solar systems too. But, wha' is it about plants that connect them to Time?"

Death looked pained. "Unfortunately that's a mystery to me." At Rose's amused smile, he glowered. "Much of what I'm explaining to you, you first explained to me. From what I can understand about the plants, is that it's their lifespan that connects themselves to you. They die every year and come back. They are, in their own way, eternal as well. They defy death, every year they regenerate into a new life."

Rose's eyes lit up. Regenerate. They regenerate. Rose came from a world where Time was used by the Time Lords to regenerate into their new selves. They die and come back into a new life. It was their connection to the use of Time in her original world, that's what made them so effective towards her gifts.

Death watched Rose's eyes light up. He was silent as she thought over what he had told her. "I take it that you've figured out a piece of the puzzle?" Rose smiled at him. "Care to illuminate me?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "I'll tell ya my secrets once you tell me yours." Death scowled at her as she laughed. "Alrigh', wha's next on the list?" Death nodded and moved towards another table, this one piled high with old parchments and books containing ancient spells.

Two hours later, Rose was zipping up her running jacket and checking all her pockets to make sure she had her things. Motel key, sonic screwdriver, vortex manipulator and the cellphone that Sam and Dean had demanded she have on her at all times. Rose rolled her eyes inwardly. You get kidnaped once, no – twice! Did their kidnap of her count? Three times. She gets kidnapped three times and suddenly she needs a cellphone.

A wave of unease rushed over Rose and the blonde gasped. Her hand clutched her chest as tingles shot across her body and her stomach flipped. She turned to Death and found he was wearing the same look of grim displeasure as her own.

"Wha' the hell was tha'?"

Death frowned and shook his head. "I'm not sure. But it didn't feel natural."

Rose gave him an exasperated look. "Ya think?" She looked around the room, but nothing had physically changed. "I wonder what it was…"

Death's brows drew together as he also surveyed the room, though his eyes seemed as if he were looking beyond their immediate area. "Whatever it was, I fear you will discover the origin quite soon."

Rose frowned in confusion and turned to Death, but he was gone. Rose sighed and looked heavenward. She hadn't even started her hunt with Sam and Dean and she already felt exhausted. She pulled out her vortex manipulator and teleported back to down the street of the motel. Rose stuffed the future technology into her pocket before she jogged back to their room at the sailor themed motel.

She pulled the room key from her jacket pocket and opened the door. Dean was lounging out on the couch, a paper plate with fried chicken on the coffee table in front of him as he flipped through the channels of the old tv in the room. Sam was sitting at the table with his own dinner, laptop open and presumably researching.

She smiled at them as they nodded at her in greeting. Rose glanced at the food. "Am I late?"

Dean shook his head as he flipped to an episode of Dr. Sexy MD. "Nah, we got hungry. Grab a plate." Rose helped herself to chicken, chips and some coleslaw. She sat next to Dean on the couch and nibbled on a chip as the medical drama continued on the tv.

Rose drank a sip of Dean's beer before pointing at one of the female leads. "Dunno 'bout in this universe, but in my old one, she was an alien."

Dean frowned in confusion. "What, like in the show?" Rose grinned at him and shook her head. Dean gasped. "Seriously?" Rose nodded. "Awesome."

They turned back to the show and continued to eat. Rose glanced at the clock around seven. She frowned at the boys as they continued lounging about the motel room.

"Shouldn't you be headin' out soon?"

Sam and Dean looked at her, confused. "Heading out where?" Dean asked as he took another long pull from his beer.

Rose set her plate down on the coffee table and turned to Dean, fixing him with a serious look. "Ya know? The club? The case?"

Sam got up from the table and walked over to the sitting area by Rose and Dean. He crossed his arms and shook his head at Rose. "What case?"

"This is a joke righ'?" Rose turned to look at Dean again, who continued to be silently confused. "Why else would we have come to Pittsburgh in the fall?" Sam and Dean frowned at that, at a loss for a reason why. "There were girls dissapearin'," she said to Sam before turning back to Dean, "you found the case in the newspaper. A bunch'a blonde girls from a club."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Blonde?"

"Yeah an' you thought someone was targetin' me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "No one even knows who you are."

Rose gestured to Sam. "Exactly! We didn't believe him, but we decided to check the case out anyways. 'm bait and you two are gonna sneak into the club early and be back up."

"You're bait?" Dean shook his head. "No, not happening. This never happened. Rose I don't remember this."

Sam shrugged. "I don't either but… everything the past couple days does feel a bit hazy." Dean narrowed his eyes as he thought, but simply shrugged. He didn't remember anything out of the unusual.

Rose turned and touched Dean's knee, instantly gaining all his attention. "Dean, we went dress shoppin' today. You remember?" Before Dean could say anything, Rose continued. "Why in the world would we ever go dress shoppin' other than to get me somethin' for undercover?"

Dean opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again. He turned to Sam, angry. "Who messed with our memories?"

Sam's eyes widened, he shrugged. "You really think someone did?"

"Rose is right, why the hell would we go dress shopping?"

Rose jumped up from the couch and picked up one of the duffle bags. "I think we put the newspaper in here." She pulled out the black and white inked pages and flipped through them. "It was here…" Sam took the papers from her and searched the articles calmly. "I swear it was in there. Somethin's wrong. A case doesn't jus' disappear."

"And memories." Dean added, feeling angry and violated.

Sam shook his head. "There's nothing in here." Rose opened her mouth to protest but Sam continued. "I believe you. We wouldn't do half the things we have in the past 48 hours if there wasn't a case here. But why do you remember it and we don't?"

"Maybe because she isn't human?" Dean suggested.

Rose crossed her arms as her brows drew together. "Earlier, when I was on my… jog. I felt this weird wave. Like somethin' was wrong."

Dean smirked. "A wave?"

"Shut up, 'm serious. I donno wha' it was, but it was strong. Boot up that laptop." Rose instructed as she marched over to Sam's computer.

Sam went over and opened it up. "What am I looking for?"

"If I remember correctly, the most recent victim had the last name Westwood."

Dean crossed his arms as he stood on the other end of the table. "Not real unique."

"She was 'bout 21, went to the university here. She and her brother were big stars with the track team."

Sam nodded and started typing. "I got something."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Seriously?" Rose glared at him.

"Yeah really. But it's not about a girl. There's a guy named William Westwood, and he's really big with track and the university. There's an article about him in the newspaper possibly going to the Olympics. But he seems to be an only child."

"What?" Rose bent down to get a better look at the computer screen. "Tha's not possible." Sam moved his finger over the track pad and clicked on a picture of William Westwood with his parents. "Tha's them. Those are the girl's parents."

Dean came around and looked over Sam's other shoulder at the picture. "But if Westwood's an only child… What happened to the sister? And why aren't people looking for her?"

Sam leaned back in his chair and glanced between Rose and Dean. "Maybe because we're not the only one's who've forgotten her? I donno man, it's like she was just…erased."

Dean nodded. "We should talk to the family."

"Under what pretence?"

"And we're supposed to go to the club to investigate tonight." Rose put in.

Dean raised a hand to stall the anxious time traveller. "We don't even know what we're fighting yet, Rose."

Rose nodded. "Yeah, I know tha' Dean. We didn't even when you two remembered we were on a case. We were gonna investigate to figure what it was that was takin' these girls. Then we'd come back and stop it."

Dean and Sam exchanged worried looks. Sam lifted a shoulder uneasily before responding to the blonde. "I know you've been on this case a few days Rose, but it's just come into our laps. And the added fact that no one remembers these girls… this is something big Rose. It can not only mess with our memories but erase this girl's entire existence."

"So what're you sayin' then?" Rose crossed her arms and cocked her hip out to the side.

Dean sighed and rubbed his jaw. "I guess it couldn't hurt to check the place out." Sam turned to his brother with both brows raised. "What? Seriously, though, what are we gonna learn from sitting around here researching about memory loss? Nothing's going to get written down about a monster that can make you forget you're hunting it."

"So what?" Sam protested. "We're just going to go in guns blazing?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "'course not. Jus'ta look around." Sam looked unconvinced but gave in. Whatever was going on wasn't going to get fixed by just sitting around.

At seven, Dean and Sam packed up their gear and headed out. Dean turned and pointed at Rose. "Weapons?" Rose held up a silver knife. She wasn't going to be able to get any other kind of weapon through the doors. "Communication?" Rose picked up the almost invisible black earpiece. She'd designed it long ago; it ran in sync with her vortex manipulator and acted partly as a cellphone. She'd given Sam and Dean their own earpieces so they could keep in contact across the club easily. "Good." Dean gave her a long, worried look. "I still don't like this."

Rose smiled sympathetically. "I'll be fine Dean. Don't worry." Dean didn't look convinced. Rose walked towards him and grabbed his head, before he could protest she pulled him down into a heated kiss. Dean melted into it, completely willing to let Rose continue to kiss him all night. She pulled back and smiled at his slightly dazed look. "Keep your eyes peeled for me. I'll be the prettiest girl in the club."

Dean gave Rose a roguish smirk. "Yeah you will." He leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips, deciding he'd reprimand himself and her for it later. With that, Dean left Rose to get ready for the hunt.

Rose smiled and crossed her arms, feeling her cheeks flush. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be like this. To like someone and they like you back, to feel giddy at the thought that you'd get to see their face soon. Rose's eyes widened and she ran a hand through her hair. "Oh boy." She turned and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Rose took her time in the shower; she had plenty of time before she was due at the club. She went through the whole regime, feeling like she was a 19-year-old girl again, getting ready for another night at the clubs with Shareen. She applied her makeup carefully, soft warm tones and gold with black eyeliner and thick mascara. Rose paused and looked at herself before she applied her lipstick. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so dressed up.

Rose curled her hair in the big waves she'd been playing with when she first met the boys. When her hair and makeup were as perfect as she was going to get them, she slipped into her dress. It wasn't one she'd shown the boys, but thought Dean would approve. It was gold and shimmered as she moved, reminding her of the swirling glow of the Time Vortex. It was tight and short with short kimono sleeves and a plunging wide neckline. That was probably the only thing Dean would protest. She really was on display, on all accounts, but she didn't care.

Rose smiled at her reflection. She was having far too much fun.

Rose went into the main room and picked up the silver knife Dean had given her. She pulled out a thigh holster and tied it as high up her thigh as she could. She sheathed the knife and flattened down the skirt before checking in the mirror to see if the weapon was concealed. There was a faint outline. Rose frowned. She pushed up her breasts and prayed no one would be looking too closely at her thighs.

It was almost eleven.

Rose slipped into her faux leather black heels and donned her leather jacket. Her vortex manipulator was the last piece of her armor. She buckled it onto her left wrist and fitted the earpiece into the same ear.

Rose frowned at her reflection. "Why do I feel like 'm goin' into battle?" Her reflection didn't answer. Rose shook her head and activated her vortex manipulator.

POP.

Loud, pounding music assaulted Rose's ears. She blinked before stepping forward quickly towards the club. It was freezing, though with Rose's lower body temperature, she barely noticed. The ground vibrated with the sound of the music emanating from the club. Lights flickered outside and a bright sign signifying the club's name was above it.

There was already a long line but Rose strode past it with the all the airs and graces her mother had drilled into her to never have. Oh if Jackie could see her now, she'd roll over in her grave if she knew, even if it were just an act.

Rose smiled up at the bouncer beneath her lashes. He smirked at her and let her in without even checking his list. Rose descended the steps into the loud and crammed club. She touched her finger to her ear, activating the sound cancellation unit. "Dean? Sam? 'm in."

"Good," Dean's gruff voice answered her, "just head on through to the main level. That's where the dancers are; you'll be on display best there. Sam and I have a birds eye view."

"Got it."

Rose entered the main floor and instantly saw what Dean meant. There were three floors, the first was open for dancing and was accompanied by a large and busy bar. The second and third floors hugged the walls up the building with railings to see down to the dance floor. Rose stepped out of the foyer and out onto the floor. It really was a nice place, though Rose could easily see the set being used for shady business. Rose's eyes caught sight of a couple tough looking guys on the second floor following a smaller, mean looking man. Yeah, Rose thought, nice place but bad management.

The dance floor was crowded and stifling, making Rose remember that she was not a 19-year-old girl anymore. She was very old, and this had barely been fun when she was a teenager. Despite that, Rose moved with the music, her eyes scanning the crowd as she tried to pick out the monster.

Her hips swayed in time, Rose not really focusing on the music. She briefly thought about how much easier it would be if she could scan for the monster. She could do that with aliens and her sonic, sometimes her vortex manipulator. Maybe she should try to modify her technology for demons and monsters?

"You're doing great Rose." Sam said. Rose nodded. "I'm moving down to the ground floor." A moment later he spoke up again. "Dean?"

Rose smiled as she felt someone press up against her from behind. "I got him." She turned and fixed Dean with a smile over her shoulder. Dean's hands fell to Rose's hips and the two swayed together with the music.

Dean leaned forward and nudged his nose against her neck, pressing a light kiss there. "You look like a Goddess."

Rose grinned and raised her arm behind her, lightly trailing her finger along the nape of Dean's neck. "I am one." She replied cheekily.

Dean didn't respond, but his hand moved across until it was splayed across her stomach. He pressed her closer. Rose closed her eyes and lost her self in the private moment among the few hundred strangers. It was as intimate as if they were alone in a room together. But they were on a hunt, and Dean was adamant they couldn't do anything — Dean was usually adamant they couldn't do anything. This was their moment and then everything would go back to it was before – whatever that was.

Something was watching Rose.

Rose's eyes blinked open and she scanned the general area, but couldn't see anything beyond bodies swaying and grinding to the music. She turned her head in the direction of Dean, still lost in the blissful moment. "'m goin'ta the washroom." Dean tensed. "We gotta draw this guy out, Dean. I won't let him take another girl." After a moment, Dean nodded and his hands slowly slid away. Rose headed towards the washroom.

She made it as far as the edge of the dance floor before she realized she had no clue where the washroom was. Well, Rose thought, nothing wrong with a little wandering. She edged towards a less populated area where there were wires. Rose frowned at the wires; they were leading to a backroom. Reason dictated that the wires were simply for something in the club, instinct said otherwise. Rose walked cautiously towards it, keeping in mind that the management were not nice people.

She reached the door and softly touched it with her palm; it was vibrating. Rose rolled her eyes, of course it was, everything was vibrating because of the damn music. Rose touched her finger to her earpiece. "Dean? Sam? I got a door with lots'a wires. There's somethin' off about the wires. They – they're..." Rose paused and frowned down at the thick black wires beneath her. "I think they're alien…Dean?" Nothing. Rose glanced behind herself. They had eyes on her, they'll know to follow, she thought.

Rose slipped her sonic out from the pocket of her leather jacket and unlocked the door. As inconspicuously as possible, she entered the backroom. It was full of boxes and tarps, a storage room. Rose followed the trail of alien black wires through the maze of boxes until she found what they led to. It was a circular silver metal door. Or Rose assumed it was a door. She breathed in deeply, catching the scent of time and space in the room. It was a teleport, and it definitely wasn't human.

"Aliens?" Rose shook her head, she'd suspected it because of the wires but hadn't actually believed that it could be that. "Wha'?" There were hardly any aliens in this world, let alone on earth. Rose pulled out her sonic and activated it, scanning the machine. A bright blue light turned on at the base of the machine. Rose froze. A humming started up from the teleport as it quickly began to activate. "No!"

Dean made his own way to a different edge of the dance floor. "You got eyes on her?"

"Yeah, she's heading towards the back, South East."

"Got it." Dean followed her more slowly. A hand grabbed his arm. Dean spun around, expecting a fight and froze when he saw Castiel. "Cas? What are you doing here?"

Castiel grimaced at the music and lights; greatly disliking the place they were in. "There's a great disturbance here." He hollered over the music.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah we know that's why we're here. Has it got to do with Lilith?"

Castiel shook his head. He opened his mouth but paused. He looked around. "Where is Rose?"

Dean raised a finger to his ear and activated his earpiece again. "Sam? You got eyes on Rose, right?"

"No! Some guy almost chucked on me, I lost her."

"Shit." Dean turned to Castiel, but the angel had already disappeared. "Sam! Get to Rose. Now!" Dean pushed his way through the crowd to where Sam had said Rose was heading. The brothers met at the mouth of a hallway at the same time. They looked around. Dean pointed to some wires. "How much you want to bet Rose followed the wired brick road?"

Sam headed towards the door at the end of the hall. Dean followed quickly. "Rose!" They called into the storage room.

"Dean!" Rose ran out around a stack of boxes and raced towards them. "RUN!"

The Winchesters' paused as Rose threw herself at Dean. A bright blue light flashed and the music from the club disappeared.

The trio collapsed to the ground in a pile of limbs. Dean and Sam groaned and rolled away from the small blonde half crushed beneath them. Rose sat up and blinked. She pulled herself up precariously onto her heels and looked around. Still on the ground, Sam and Dean's bones ached from the sudden transport, neither prepared nor used to teleportation.

Rose huffed and quickly took stock of her surroundings. They were in another storage room, this one smaller than the last.

"What just happened?" Dean asked sickly.

Rose laid a hand on his back, as he stood hunched over. "Deep breaths, Dean." Rose looked around the dark storage room. She took a deep breath herself, taking in the taste of time and space, stronger than it had been before. She searched her mind, finding the time and place they were at. "Some sort'a teleport." At Sam's confused face she clarified. "Wha' happened. It was a teleport."

"Teleport?" Sam questioned as he pulled his tall frame from the ground and rubbed his head.

Dean groaned and stood up fully beside his brother. He fixed Rose with a hard look. "What, like Star Trek?"

Rose headed towards the door and opened it up. "Sure." She replied absentmindedly. Outside was a narrow black hallway. Rose turned right and headed down it. Sam and Dean quickly followed.

"So where are we?" Dean asked.

Rose paused in front of a silver door. She turned around and faced the Winchesters. "Alrigh', now don't freak out, 'kay?"

Dean frowned at her. "Why would we freak out? Rose?" Rose turned and pressed a button beside the door and it slid open with a swoosh.

Dean and Sam glanced at each other nervously before following the blonde. They walked up the few steps to the platform and froze. Rose nodded. "Observation deck." Rose explained. Before them was a floor to ceiling glass wall, and on the other side was the perfect picture of a bright pink and green nebula. "Boys, we're in outer space. Different galaxy. We're in a completely different part of the universe."

Sam swallowed. "How?"

"I told you, teleport." Rose paused and cocked her head to the side as she thought. "Tha' must be how those girls are disappearin'. Somethin's been takin' them, but I don't think 's a demon."

Dean's eyes widened further. He looked at Rose. "You mean?"

"Yup!" Rose smiled brightly. She stared out at the bright and glittering nebula, letting the boys take a minute to process what exactly was happening. She crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side. "Good ol' aliens."

Rose spun around and smiled at Sam and Dean's disbelieving faces. "Come on! Looks like a space bar." She strode past them and down the steps that led back to the narrow hallway.

Sam snapped out of his stunned silence first. "Space bar?" He questioned as he followed her to the hall. Dean took a deep breath as he stared out at the bright and glittering scene before him for a moment longer. He turned slowly and saw Sam disappear into the hallway after Rose. This was completely out of his world of comfort. Outer space. They were in outer space?

Dean blinked and then suddenly his feet were moving and he was walking up behind Rose and Sam just as Rose said, "Just follow my lead, boys. And try not to point or stare. It's rude."

"Point and stare?" He questioned, shocked. "At what?" He knew the answer, but his mind refused to accept it as fact. Rose sent Dean a mischievous smirk over her shoulder. Dean swallowed.

They passed through another set of silver doors that opened with the same swoosh as the ones that lead to the observation deck. Rose stepped to the side to let the boys through. The Winchesters froze, once again shocked beyond belief.

It was a bar; similar to the club they had just left. Music pulsated, a strange collection of beeps and sounds that sounded purely electronic. There was a large square bar in the centre of the room with bar stools surrounding it and booths built into the walls for private parties. The rest of the space was set up for dancing and what appeared to be extraterrestrial mingling. The place was packed with aliens of all different kinds. There were blobs of sludge, weird half robot things, aliens with antennas and multiple eyes, floating jellyfish and a tree with a face.

Dean's eyes widened, he turned and gave a 'what the hell' face to Sam. Rose crossed her arms and smiled again. Oh, she was having too much fun. She stepped in front of them and nodded for them to follow. Feet moving without conscious thought, the brothers moved towards the bar. Dean tried as best he could not to touch any of the aliens, especially the gooey jello looking ones. It was inevitable though, with how packed the space bar was to bump into an extraterrestrial or two. He squeezed his hands into fists and closed his eyes, feeling as if this were all a bad dream. When they finally reached the bar Sam and Dean more so fell than sat onto a bar stool each.

Rose leaned on the bar between them and signalled a deep blue skinned alien with yellow eyes. He reminded her of the aliens from her first trip into outer space. She opened her mouth and Dean almost chocked when he heard the alien words she spoke. He exchanged another confused look with Sam.

Rose leaned her elbows back against the bar and surveyed the room. She didn't say anything, allowing the brothers some more time to acclimate themselves with the situation and its implications.

Dean cleared his throat to gain the blonde's attention. "So uhh…" He paused then gestured to their current vicinity and started again. "You think this is what happened to those girls?"

Rose shrugged her shoulders lightly. "It explains where they went at least."

Sam nodded. "What about our memories?"

"Well a transport can't explain that. 's jus' space travel, your entire life doesn't suddenly disappear when you use it, yeah?" The blue bartender came back with three shot glasses for them. Rose fished out a credit stick from her jacket pocket, one she had acquired in her numerous travels throughout this universe. They each raised their glasses. "Bottoms up." Rose threw back the shot with ease and laughed as Sam and Dean chocked on the unexpected strength of the futuristic alcohol.

Dean made a disgusted face. "Good God, what is that?"

Rose smiled. "Trust me, you don't want'a know."

Sam made a face like he swallowed a lemon and waited until the burn in his throat passed. He coughed before finally speaking up again. "So there's probably something else going on?"

Rose nodded and leaned back against the bar again. "Probably. If the girls did happen upon the transport then they're either still here somewhere or the thing that erased them is."

"They aren't dead?" Dean asked.

"Well hopefully not."

"But we don't even know if they came through this." Sam pointed out. "Think about it, this could be completely irrelevant. I mean, it's a what'd you call it? Transport? Sounds pretty harmless to me."

Rose levelled Sam with what she called her Torchwood stare, a look she had mastered in her many years working with the company and handling many serious situations. "Earth is a level five planet. That means aliens can't go down there and muck things up. That transport is illegal. I don't know who put it there or why, but all the times I've had to deal with one before, 's almost never been good."

Dean nodded. "Okay so, uhh… how do we get back?"

Rose looked down at her vortex manipulator. "Well my vortex manipulator got fried in the jump. So either by hitching a ride home, reversing the teleport, or waiting until I've got the parts to fix my tech."

Sam shook his head. "Well we can't leave just yet anyways. We've got to figure out what's up with the transport and if those girls disappeared to here. And if they did, what happened to them?"

Rose nodded and pointed a finger at Sam. "Exactly. I wonder what's taken them though, I mean the transport lends the idea that 's an alien but aliens aren't nearly as busy in this universe." Rose said this absentmindedly, her gaze growing distant as she thought over the many possibilities of whom the culprit could be.

Dean looked around the busy bar with disbelief. "This isn't busy?"

Rose laughed. The bar would have been considered tiny in her home universe. Some of the places the Doctor had taken her couldn't even compare. "Course not. Now come on." She looked back and forth between the brothers and gestured for them to shoo. "Wander off. Investigate. We've got to get to the bottom of this mystery, gang. Meet you back here, okay?"

Dean stood up uneasily and looked around. "You mean, just go off on our own?"

"Yeah you'll be fine. Best way to find out what's what." Rose paused and considered both the uneasy men before her. "Trust me." Sam and Dean exchanged dubious looks before agreeing and heading off in separate directions. Rose smiled and took one of their vacated stools. She paused, considering if they should have stuck together. Memories of Sam and Dean fighting demons, shape shifters, ghosts and witches flittered through her mind. She shook her head. They'd be fine.

This is a repost. I changed it so they've only travelled through space, not through time as well. It doesn't really matter though, you can imagine it either way.

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Thanks for reading :)