Chapter 7

When John came back he decided that Dean and I were going to go stake out the house and I was a little worried about leaving Sam and him alone all night. When I had looked to Dean to see what he thought he just motioned for me to leave it alone. I couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like everything was falling apart. Not a day went by that John and Sam weren't fighting.

They both had valid points too, they were just so freaking stubborn that they wouldn't really listen to each other. They both thought that they were right and the other was wrong. I was surprised that we had made it this far.

Sitting in the motel until we had to leave was awkward, to say the least. Dean and I finished eating the food he got us and while I continued to finish my homework (only a paper for English and a fake business plan for Economics) he was making sure that our guns and such were cleaned and ready to use, if needed.

We left the motel once it got dark and headed over to the house we were supposed to watch. Dean parked down the street but made sure that we'd be able to watch the whole house. Once all the lights downstairs were off, I grabbed my gun, a Smith and Wesson that John gave me for my last birthday, and checked to make sure it was loaded.

"I'm going to go check around the back of the house," I told him after I checked the safety. He nodded as he looked through his binoculars.

"Be careful." I nodded, not caring if he saw or not and quietly got out of the car. I tucked my gun into the back of my jeans and pulled my jacket over it. It was drizzling slightly which didn't help my mood at all. I was still going over that kiss with Sam in my mind. He was only my friend, I'd never thought of him as more than that.

Did he think of me as more than that? I sighed and checked to see if there were any signs up indicating if there was a dog in the backyard. I didn't see one and took my chances with opening the gate and slipping through. You'd be surprised how many times I'd gotten attacked by dogs. A good portion of the scars that I've accumulated over the years were from bites and scratches.

It made me want my own dog to protect me. Probably a German Sheppard since they were loyal protective dogs. I didn't see any signs of dogs or demons in the back yard and the only light that was on in the house was one upstairs. I guessed it was the parents' bedroom. They had one daughter too, but John told us that he had figured out that her bedroom was in the front of the house.

I didn't see any signs of sulfur or anything else that would indicate a demon had been here. However it had rained earlier so it might have washed away if there was any. I quickly made my way back to Dean and the Impala, making sure that the gate closed completely behind me.

"Anything?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing, but the rain earlier might have washed something away." I said. He nodded, looking up at the house as the parents' bedroom light went out. He looked at the clock, it was around 10 o'clock. We definitely had a long night ahead of us. I really wanted to listen to some angry girl music, or scream. What was Sam doing?

I let out an aggravated sigh and bent forward over my lap, running my hands over my face.

"What happened earlier? In the motel with you and Sam?" He asked. I shook my head. "You can talk to me."

Since that night Sam and I had gone to homecoming Dean and I were definitely a lot closer. We barely argued, but that could very well be because we were tired with having to listen to Sam and John fight all the time.

"Does Sam like me?" I asked finally, looking up at Dean.

"What do you mean Rosie?" He asked, confused. "Of course he likes you. I thought you and Sammy were like, best friends forever or whatever."

"No," I said, looking away from him and towards the house. "Does he… like me."

Dean didn't say anything and I had to look to make sure he heard me. He was staring at me with wide eyes. He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable and looked away.

"Do…" he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you like Sammy?"

I shook my head quickly.

"Not like that, no." I told him. It was true. I only ever had platonic feelings for Sam. "He's like the brother I never had. Or wanted."

Dean seemed to relax a little.

"Thank God. I was afraid you were going to ask me to talk to him for you about that." He smirked. "You know how I feel about chick flick moments."

I laughed.

"You know we're kind of having a chick flick moment right now anyway?" I asked. He glared at me.

"It's only one if I say it is." I raised my eyebrows and nodded sarcastically. "This is not a chick flick moment."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I said, laughing.

"Baby," he said.

"Slut," I shot back. I laughed to myself. Like I could talk. I definitely had my fair share of one night stands. Luckily I wasn't as obvious as Dean about them, so Sam and John only ever found out about a couple. They thought my first time was last year. They'd be horrified, probably, to hear when my first time had actually been.

"But I have to know," he said, back to the topic from earlier. "What was going on with you and Sam when I showed up? You were definitely crying and he was definitely ignoring the big red elephant in the room."

"I don't know if you do really want to know," I told him honestly. He probably didn't.

"Just tell me." He demanded. I rolled my eyes, he asked for it.

"Sam asked me to leave with him after we graduate and then he kissed me."

Dean didn't have anything to say. He just stared at me.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked, very quiet. I don't think I'd ever heard him speak that quietly. He kind of sounded like a wounded puppy. I turned to look at him. He was serious.

"No." I told him, sternly. He let out a breath that he had been holding in. "I couldn't walk away from this life. It's been pounded into me since I can remember. I don't know how to do anything else."

"That's good." He said. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Stupid Winchester's and being able to keep their emotions and thoughts to themselves. They always knew how I felt or what I was thinking.

We were quiet for a long time as we watched the house. Nothing was happening and it was nearing one in the morning. It had started raining a quarter after midnight and Dean let me huddle a little closer to him for warmth. The engine was loud and we didn't want to keep it running for heat. It wasted gas anyway and I hated when John left his truck on when waiting for something. I was nodding off with my head bobbing back and forth between his shoulder and the back of the seat. We definitely should have picked up some coffee before we came here.

"Rose, do you see that?" He asked, pointing to the house. I quickly leaned forward to look out the window. There was flickering coming from one of the rooms; I guessed the little girl's room. It looked like a television had been left on, except in this profession it was barely ever just the television.

"Do you think that's the demon?" I asked, grabbing the binoculars to get a better look. I saw a large shadow dance across the wall in the girl's room. He was doing something to her, or he was going to do something very soon.

"I think so, let me call Dad." I stared at him.

"We don't have time for that!" I snapped, jumping out of the car and jogging out of the car.

"Bennett, get back here!" He whispered loudly as he got out of the car and followed after me.

I pulled the lock pick from my back pocket and started to work the lock on the front door. Why couldn't people just be trustworthy of their neighborhood and keep their doors unlocked. Maybe we should start driving around Canada. I hear they're very trustworthy people who leave their doors unlocked.

"We can't do an exorcism without Dad," he said quietly. I stood and opened the door and grinned at him as I crept inside.

"Yes we can," I told him. Didn't he have faith in me? "I've known Latin exorcism passages since I was 5."

Dean grabbed my arm to stop me and he turned me back towards him.

"We don't know what this demon can do." He said, glaring at me. I knew he was angry, but he was starting to make me angry too. "Dad's never let us go after demons on our own before."

"Don't you want to try? Dean, there's a little girl up there!" I snapped, still quiet. "She could get hurt, or die. Don't you care?"

"I do!" He argued. "But what if we can't handle it? We'll die too."

I glared at him.

"I'm willing to try. I don't care if you're going to help me or not." I told him, pulling my arm out of his grasp. I found the stairs in the living room and tested them out, making sure they didn't creak as I walked up them. I heard Dean swear and I looked behind me to see him following me up.

The little girl started screaming and we stared at each other in horror before running the hell up the stairs. The demon was holding the girl over a big silver bowl. He was holding a bloody knife and I cringed when I saw that he had cut the girls arm and was making sure her blood poured into the bowl.

Dean pushed past me and knocked the demon over. The girl's parents ran out of their room, finally, and were standing in horror behind me. I quickly grabbed the girl from the demon's grasp as Dean held him to the ground, wrestling to get hold of the knife. I rushed the girl to her parents and started the ritual. I started reciting the Latin passage I had memorized since I was little and I could tell it was working when the demon started squirming under Dean and screaming in pain.

Dean was looking back and forth, between the demon and I. I smirked as I finished and black smoke was expelled from the demon's host.

"Who are you people?" The girl's father demanded. Dean stood up and picked the host's body up, throwing him over his shoulder.

"Doesn't matter," I told him. "We're leaving."

The little girl smiled at us a little, holding her injured arm.

"Thank you for saving me." I smiled and ruffled her hair as we walked past them. They stared after us dumbstruck, watching as we descended the stairs and left the house.

"Where should we leave this guy?" I asked Dean. He sighed and looked around.

"The side of the road?" He offered, not knowing what else. "We should probably call Dad now."

"He's gonna be angry, isn't he?" I asked, not really caring. We just saved that girl's life! We just exorcized our first demon by ourselves. This was a call for celebration. Too bad I couldn't drink yet.

"Oh yeah, definitely." He gently, as gently as Dean could, tossed the guy into the back of the Impala and we drove back to the motel. I called John on the way to let him know.

"What?" He snapped into the phone, obviously in a fight with Sam. I sighed; this was going to be a long night.

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