Chapter 15

"I'm going out," Dean said later that night, grabbing his leather jacket and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting at the table and eating the very low quality Chinese take-out that we had gotten a little earlier.

"I'm gonna hustle some money at this bar I saw down the road." He lied. "Don't wait up for me."

He shut the door and I sighed as I heard the Impala start up and drive away. We had no clue what we were dealing with, Dean had finally opened up, and now he was going off to get drunk. I understood that he was having a hard time adjusting to everything, but seriously.

I decided to go through the journal I had been keeping since I really started hunting. I wrote about every single thing we'd come across and I'd made sure to keep it extremely detailed. The thick book was almost full of entries and I'd have to buy a new one soon. I hoped that maybe there'd be something in it to give me a vague idea about what we were dealing with.

I tossed the rest of the food out and rubbed my forehead in frustration. I wished Sam was still with us. At least then I'd have a little help trying to figure stuff out instead of Dean leaving it all to me. He always had a better attention span than I did.

I read back to the entries I had from the demon we dealt with those years ago to see if we were dealing with the same thing but nothing matched up. Those were all different types of suicides at different places and these people were all jumping off the same cliff.

Maybe it was a spirit of some sort? But that didn't explain why people were just jumping off the cliffs. It's not like a spirit got pushed off the cliff and was now pushing people off the same cliff.

I decided to read about different Native American legends to see if I could piece anything together. It was two in the morning when I finally found something that matched what was happening. I started reading the legend and became almost positive.

According to some tribes, the sun had a beautiful daughter. She could only walk the Earth where the sun shined which meant that she couldn't grace the Earth during the night. She was so beautiful that not every man could see her, only those who she deemed to be a potential suitor. However, when she approached these men she found that they would chase after her. She'd enjoy the chase so much that she'd forget that mortals couldn't walk on air and as she ran off a cliff and stayed where she was, the men would fall to their deaths.

I closed my laptop and yawned, stretching my arms above my head. I looked at the time. It was 2:30 and Dean still wasn't back. I sighed and rested my head down on top of the laptop. It was still warm and I let it lull me to sleep.

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I sat up with a jolt when the door slammed shut. I rubbed my eyes but froze when I heard giggling. I looked up and tried to adjust my eyes to the dark, cringing at the sight in front of me. Dean was back, naked on his bed with a naked blonde bouncing on top of him. I grabbed my cell phone and quietly snuck out of the room, leaning against the door as soon as I shut it behind me.

I tried to hold back my emotions, the hurt and the pain, but I was so tired. I sat on the ground against the door and held my phone in my hands as tears streamed down my face.

Dean had left me while I was working on our job to get drunk and pick up a girl. He obviously had forgotten that I was there or he figured that I'd keep sleeping through their escapade. I wiped my eyes and opened my cell while I tried to control my breathing. I dialed the familiar number that my fingers ached to call and rested my thumb over the call button.

I don't know how long I sat there before I finally hit the green button but I noticed that it was beginning to get lighter in the sky. The phone rang and I didn't know if I was disappointed or relieved when I heard his voicemail.

"Hey it's Sam. I'm busy right now so leave me a message and I'll call you back." I waited for the beep and sighed.

"It's Rose." I paused. What was I going to say to him? I didn't even know. "I, uh, I miss you."

Tears blurred my vision again and my throat was too constricted. It felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I cleared my throat.

"I really miss you." I whispered. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something else, anything else, but there wasn't anything to say.

I hung up the phone and put my face in my hands as my tears fell freely from my face. I felt abandoned by everyone. My dad died when I was a baby, my mom died when I was four, I never kept in touch with Ellen after John took me with him, then Sam left and John left and Dean hasn't really been here since they left. I just couldn't understand why he didn't see that I was hurting too.

I cried until I didn't have any tears left and it left my teeth buzzing. I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. I was stronger than this and there was no way in hell that I was going to let Dean be the one who made me cry.

I checked the time and saw that it was six in the morning. I didn't know what time Dean had come back so I had no clue how long I had been sleeping at the table. Long enough for me to get a kink in my neck, anyway. I took another deep breath before exhaling it out a moment later and stood up. I was up, and there was no way in hell I was going back inside the motel room. It was time to get some work done.

I walked over to the Impala and checked to see if possibly he had left the keys in there. He's done it before when he was drunk and I almost smiled when I saw them in the center console. The doors were locked but I easily picked it and drove off.

I stopped at a bakery and bought myself a muffin and coffee and decided to hit up the county library to find any more information on the legend we were possibly dealing with. If I was right then that meant we were dealing with a deity and those were nasty to get rid of.

"Can I help you find something?" I turned from the shelf of books I was looking through and smiled at the librarian.

"I'm looking up a Native American legend," I said. She laughed.

"Well there are a lot of them. Do you know which one specifically? Or which tribe the legend belonged to?" I nodded.

"It was about the sun's daughter and how she was so beautiful she entranced men to chase after her."

"And they chase her right off a cliff." She smiled and nodded and started walking up the aisle. "I know exactly which book you need. It's one version of a Cherokee legend."

She picked a book off the shelf and handed it to me. I started thumbing through until I found the legend that I was looking for.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked. I nodded.

"Can you copy these pages for me?"

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I shut the door to the Impala, making sure to bring the keys with me, and brought in my second cup of coffee and the pages I had copied from the book. I had spent a little more time at the library highlighting specific parts so that Dean wouldn't have to read the whole thing and also so that I could procrastinate going back to the motel room.

It was almost ten, though, so I was hoping that the girl had all ready left. I peeked inside the motel room and looked over at his bed. He was curled up on one side and the other side's sheets were tossed aside. I didn't see the girl anywhere. I thankfully walked all the way in and tossed the papers on the table. I sat down and opened up my laptop, figuring that I could try and find any way to get rid of the deity.

I froze as I heard the toilet flush and looked up at the bathroom, only then noticing that the door had been closed the whole time. The door opened and the blonde from this morning walked out, completely naked.

"Oh my god," I said, dumbstruck. She snapped her head towards me and then screamed. I rolled my eyes. "Shut up!"

Dean woke with a start as the girl ran to his bed and jumped under the covers. He fell out of the bed but stood up, trying to regain his senses. I covered my eyes when I realized he was still naked too.

"Oh, shit, Rosie," I heard him curse.

"Who is that?" The girl asked.

"Sorry, my bad." I said, grabbing the papers off the table and using them to block the two naked people. I started to walk outside. "This isn't my room. My roommate would have had the decency to bring random girls to a different motel room."

"Rose, wait," I shut the door and went to sit in the Impala, thankful that I still had the keys in my pocket. A few minutes later the girl came out of the room and just walked away and then Dean came out a moment after.

I couldn't look him in the face. I was mortified with everything that I saw, and now he still wasn't wearing a shirt. He looked good. He looked really good. I just wished he'd put his shirt on before coming to talk to me. I couldn't help but laugh when I realized how embarrassed he was as he opened the driver's door and got into the car. And when I say laugh I mean I was laughing so hard that it made no noise coming out. Tears were streaming down my face.

I was beyond hurt with what he had done, but at that moment it was funnier than anything else I could have imagined.

Dean didn't know what was wrong.

"I'm so sorry," he said and then watched me. "Are you laughing at me?"

I waved the papers at my face to cool me down but I nodded, bending over and holding my stomach.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, "I can't stop."

He just sat and watched until I had calmed down enough.

"Oh man," I exhaled. I wiped my eyes and started giggling again.

"Are you done?" He asked, obviously not as amused as I was. I nodded again. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't set off again and turned towards him, waiting to hear what he had to say. "I was so drunk last night,"

"Really?" I asked, a few giggles escaping through. I was seriously going crazy. Hours before I was feeling every negative emotion running through my veins. It still hurt to think about it but everything else was just so comical that I couldn't help but laugh. I had to admit that it helped with the hurting a bit.

He glared at me and I lightly smacked my cheeks to calm down. I put on a straight face and nodded for him to continue.

"I just forgot everything last night," He said finally. I nodded.

"It's okay, really," I told him. He smirked and we got out of the car. He walked ahead of me and I started laughing again when I saw the claw marks down his back. He turned to stare at me.

"Your back!" I shrieked between laughs. He scrunched his eyebrows together before hurrying into the bathroom to see.

"Holy shit," he muttered.

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We were at a diner since Dean needed to restore his energy (insert eye roll here) and I caught him up with everything I had researched.

"So it's the sun's daughter that's making these fools jump off the edge?" Dean asked. I nodded. "How do we get rid of her?"

I shrugged. "I don't know yet. I was hoping you could actually help with that."

He glared at me and the waiter brought him his food.

"Are you sure I can't get you anything?" He asked me. I smiled and shook my head.

"I'm fine thanks,"

"You sure? Nothing to drink? Not a side of fries or anything?" He pressed. He was definitely being sweet.

"She said no," Dean snapped. The waiter promptly left. "Guess who's not getting a tip."

"Do you have to be such a jackass? He was being polite." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "And besides, you never leave male waiters any tip."

"Please, he was staring at your cleavage. All he wanted to do was take you out back." I full on glared at him.

"Seriously, what is up with you? And don't blame being hung over for your attitude." He scoffed.

"Well it's not like I'm an uptight prude or anything." He couldn't even look at me when he insulted me.

"You're insulting me for not having drunk sex with a whore?" I grabbed the papers from him and scooted out of the booth.

"Where are you going?" He asked, looking up with wide eyes.

"You," I snapped, "are grating on my last nerve! I was up all night working while you were out drinking. I didn't have a problem or say anything. I wake up to you screwing some walking disease and I still don't say anything,"

"Wait, you were awake this morning?" He asked quickly, blushing. I sat back down in the booth, gripping the edge tightly. "What did you hear?"

"I left before you made my ears bleed and made me want to gouge my eyes out, don't worry." He relaxed. I rolled my eyes and looked outside. "Why are you punishing me?"

He frowned and stared at me, shaking his head slowly.

"I'm not." He said.

"You are." I argued. "Your dad and Sam didn't just leave you, Dean. They left me, too. You guys are my only family and now I don't know if I'm ever going to see them again."

"We will," Dean said quietly. I shook my head.

"You don't know that. Right now, we're all we have. We have to work together if we're going to survive." I sighed. "I need your help, Dean. I can't do this by myself."

I turned away from him.

"You're right," he said softly. I turned back to him. "You basically are a Winchester too, and you are completely right."

He held his hands out and I handed him the papers back.

"Deity's are nasty. I don't think we've ever dealt with one in person before. I've only ever heard of 'em." He said, flipping through the pages.

"I know, I went through my journal and I couldn't find anything to help." He glanced up at me.

"You keep a journal?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I keep a hunting journal, yeah. So does your dad. You should be keeping one too." He shrugged.

"So you write about… what?" Where was he going with this?

"I write about every hunt." I cocked my head. "Why?"

He grinned. "Just checking."

"There's nothing personal in there, if you're thinking that you can just open it up and read my innermost secrets." He frowned.

"Really?" I nodded. "There's nothing personal?"

I bit my lip and thought about it, shaking my head.

"Nothing except for the hunt." I said. It was the truth.

"Damn," I rolled my eyes.

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