Chapter 8

"I can't believe you two would be so stupid!" He yelled at Dean and I the minute we entered the motel room. We had left the body (still alive, thankfully) on a bench outside the nearest hospital just in case there were any injuries he woke up with. Demons were usually very careless about their hosts' bodies.

Dean was about to step in, probably to take the blame for everything, but I didn't let him.

"That little girl was about to be used as a sacrifice! And you'd rather us call you and wait for you to show up?" I yelled back. It felt good to yell at John, I could kind of understand why Sam had started. This was the first time I had ever talked back to John. I usually followed his instructions without a word, following in Dean's footsteps. "There wasn't time to wait for you!"

John was very tense. I could see veins popping out of his neck and his face was so red I felt like steam would start shooting out of his ears at any moment. I wondered what he and Sam had been arguing about before.

"Next you're going to tell me that you want to go to college too! Don't you!" He stepped right in front of me, staring me down. I stared right back up at him, not wavering or backing down.

"No!" I screamed. Sam snapped his head in my direction, obviously a little hurt. "I don't! I'm a hunter and I will always be a hunter! But you're not letting me hunt! Sending me to scope out a house instead of out where god forbid there was any danger! I wasn't going to let that little girl die!"

Our neighbors banged on the wall to tell us to shut up. John and I both yelled at them to mind their own business.

"I told you that we didn't know what was going on here yet! We didn't know who that demon was!" I scoffed and wanted to just rip my hair out and scream. Didn't he get it?

"Dad, Rosie, come on." Dean said quietly, trying to step between us. We ignored him.

"I've had exorcism rituals memorized since before I started traveling with you! I'm not stupid! I knew what I was doing! And I wasn't going in by myself!" I didn't tell him that I still would have gone in even if Dean hadn't followed me. "Dean was there with me!"

"What if the ritual you knew didn't work on that demon?" He asked.

"Then I would have used a different one! I know four!" I screamed. My hands were clenched so tightly that I'm sure my knuckles were white. John grabbed my collar tightly and pulled me closer to him.

Sam quickly got up to try and break us apart too. John had never placed a hand on any of us, not even when he and Sam would fight.

"I promised your mother that I would take care of you." He whispered harshly. His face was still red and the anger in his eyes was obvious.

"Taking care of me and holding me back from actually helping are two different things." I seethed, just as quiet as him. I wasn't going to let him know that he was choking me. He was holding my necklace, the one Dean gave me, too tight and I could feel it cut against the back of my neck.

"Come on, we're tired. Let's just get some sleep." Sam said softly after a moment of silence. He was ignored as well.

"I have followed your rules since you picked me up at that motel room when I was five. I didn't even know who you were! But I did want you wanted and followed your lead. Trust and respect works both ways here." I snapped. "If you don't start trusting that I can do a job other than salting and burning bones and respecting that I know what I'm doing, then I'm quickly going to lose trust and respect for you."

I pushed John away but he still had a hold of my shirt and necklace so the chain broke as he stepped back. I felt a pang in my chest when I felt it break and watched it dangle from his fingers. Tears started to swarm my eyes but I didn't let them fall. We stared at each other as he held the necklace until he loosened his grip and let it fall to the ground.

I turned away and grabbed my duffel, storming to the bathroom.

"I'm sleeping in the fucking bathtub." I said, slamming the door and locking it behind me. As soon as the lock clicked I dropped the duffel and fell to my knees letting the tears finally fall down my face.

I loved that necklace.

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Dean knocked on the bathroom door the next morning. Sam and I had to go to school so I was all ready up and showered when he finally did knock. I didn't care if the others wanted to take a shower or had to use the bathroom. I wasn't leaving the bathroom until the last possible moment.

"He's gone." He said, without waiting for my reply. I sighed and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. I seriously needed some pain killers. I had a ferocious headache and my neck hurt like hell from the few hours of sleep that I got in the tub. I finally emerged from the bathroom, cracking the door open first to make sure that John really wasn't there before grabbing my duffel and joining the boys in the main room. I looked for the necklace on the ground and around the room but I didn't see it anywhere. Sam wasn't looking at me, probably because I had admitted that I didn't want to leave with him after we finished high school.

"You hungry?" Dean asked. I nodded and he handed me the box of donuts that they must have gotten earlier. "Hurry up and get your stuff together. It's your last day until winter break, you don't want to be late."

He was joking, hoping to get a laugh or something but I really wasn't in the mood. I grabbed a glazed donut and grabbed my book bag, making sure I had my homework from the night before inside and then made my way out to the Impala. I saw that John's truck was still there, which meant that he was somewhere near. I rolled my eyes. Who was being more immature here? He couldn't even face me after last night.

Dean and Sam came out a moment after and when Dean unlocked the car I quickly moved to the backseat, not even bothering trying to take the front seat from Sam. I really didn't want to deal with any of the Winchester's today. Not even Dean and he hadn't done anything wrong.

The ride to school was extremely quiet and I'm sure that the way Dean was fidgeting meant he was really uncomfortable with it. He quickly turned on his stereo so that he would have something to listen to. He dropped us off but stopped me from getting out. He motioned for Sam to go ahead and I sighed, leaning back in the seat.

"What's going on with you?" He asked, turning around to look at me. I shrugged, not knowing what he was talking about. "You're so different from the girl we picked up in that motel. I don't get what happened."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He sighed and I heard him curse chick flick moments under his breath.

"You're angry, almost all the time. At either Sam or Dad or me. And if it's not us, it's everything else." He looked down at the seat but glanced back up a moment later. "We don't get you anymore. Do you want to leave like Sam? Do you want to go off on your own?"

I shook my head. My throat was starting to constrict and I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I wanted.

"What's going on in that head of yours Rosie?" He asked quietly. I heard the bell ring.

"I don't know." I said, opening the door and scooting out. I glanced back before shutting the door and walking to the school.

I really did need to figure out where my head was at. I heard the Impala drive off quickly and glanced around. I didn't see Sam anywhere and mostly everyone was inside all ready. I decided to ditch, not caring that Sam was going to notice that I wasn't in class. He was ignoring me anyway. I walked away from the school and down the street, the opposite way that Dean had driven off.

I walked a few miles and felt rain start to drizzle so I looked around for shelter in case it started raining harder. There was a diner across the street. I quickly crossed to the other side and opened the door, warm air assaulting me.

"Go ahead and have a seat, sugar," A waitress passing by told me. I nodded and smiled a little in thanks before finding a booth in the back. I ordered a coffee when she came by again and I took out the book that I was reading from my bag.

I was there for a long time, ignoring calls from Sam around the time our first class would have ended and Dean a little while later. I saw him drive past in the Impala a few times but he didn't stop to check in the diner. If Dean had been missing the first thing I would have done was check all the diners and then the bars. Since he was 21 now bars were definitely one of his favorite places to get away and to pick up women.

I thought about what Dean had said in the car. What was I doing anymore? I didn't even notice that I had changed until he pointed it out. I used to always follow John's rules. I never questioned him before. Not until Sam and him really started fighting about it at least. Did that mean that I did want to leave?

No, I really didn't want to leave. I loved all three Winchester's, they were my family and I was grateful for every opportunity I had with them. John taught me to be the best hunter possible and I knew he was still keeping the promise he had made my mom. I sighed. What exactly was the promise she made him swear to?

I knew why I was questioning John all of a sudden. And I knew why I was so angry. John was keeping things from me. Things that I deserved to know.

I called Dean and told him where I was.
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Chapter 8, as promised. Thanks for all the reviews :) You've all made me very happy.
So Rosemary is going to get some answers soon. What do you all think? Leave me some lovely reviews and let me know! Maybe I'll update before next Sunday, but that relies on you all.