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I want to thank Guest for their review. Y'see, for a little while, I've started feeling – I dunno – sick of this series. I still ship Destiel a LOT but I feel like I'm dragging this series out too much, to the point where the quality is decreasing, and that review from Guest confirmed it to me (though I am glad you've been enjoying the series!). So I'm going to start winding down a little now and end it somewhere around 240-250. I was hoping to make it to 365 but I don't think that'll happen.

And if I'm honest, while I do enjoy this daily writing, I haven't been putting as much effort into this series as I used to. My head's really not in a good place right now and I've actually been a bit sick of writing, which hasn't happened again since maybe a year or so ago. So that's why I've been reverting to the basic 'something to do with the kids' or 'lots of sex', rather than actual plot, and I'm a little ashamed of that.

Thanks to masterjediratgrl31, mollienaturerocks, RangerHorseTug and Guest for your reviews :)

232. Yell

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down, Rose!" Dean said. "Calm down and tell me what's up."

A hysterical Rose took a deep, shuddering breath.

"My mom," she croaked. "I didn't think – we were so stupid not to think –"

A bad feeling started to curdle Dean's gut.

"What happened, Rosie?" he said. Rose sniffled and grabbed the hem of Dean's plaid shirt to wipe her nose and eyes and then clean her glasses. "Nice."

"S-Sorry," Rose said. "I just – why did we think my family – the demons wouldn't get to them?"

Dean froze.

"Your mom? Demons killed her?" he said carefully. Rose let out a choked sob.

"N-No! Worse!"

Something icy seemed to coat Dean's insides.

"They possessed her."

Rose nodded frantically.

"I – we didn't stand a chance once – once she got Mary. We weren't going to risk my daughter! My baby girl!"

"Of course not," Dean said reassuringly, drawing Rose into a hug and trying to hide just how much his stomach was churning. "What about Sammy and Cas and the other kids?"

Rose began to cry again. Unsure of what exactly to do – because she wasn't his partner – he gently stroked her blonde hair and let her bury her face in his shirt, dampening it with her tears.

"L-Like I said," she rasped. "Once she got Mary…none of us would fight back."

Dean stiffened. That would explain why the demon hadn't gotten her ass whooped by his brother and husband!

"She got Sam? And Cas?"

Rose nodded miserably. Though he felt as though he was plummeting through the floor, he shot her a suspicious look.

"Why'd she leave you behind? She grabbed Sam and Cas and all the kids but left you behind?"

"I wish she hadn't," Rose whispered. "I wish to God she'd taken me instead of the kids. But she said – she said she needed to leave someone behind. To 'play the messenger'. And she said that you needed 'suitable motivation' and that there was 'no better motivation than your brother and angel'. So I – I'm the expendable one."

Rose let out a dark, watery laugh. Dean shook his head and planted a kiss on her head.

"You're not expendable, Rosie. Now, c'mon. We've gotta find 'em. Any clue where they'd be?"

Rose shrugged and stepped away, wiping away the last of her tears.

"She said I'd know," she said stuffily. "Said that she was taking them somewhere special. I don't – unless –"

"What?" Dean said, sharper than he intended. "Where, Rosie?"

Rose let out a long, loud moan.

"The bar I met Sam at," she said. "That's the only place I can think of. We go there every now and then for the hell of it, even if we don't drink anything. But come on. A bar?"

"Sounds like she wants us to find her," Dean said. "And it's the best plan I've got."

"You?" Rose said as Dean popped the trunk of the Impala and pulled the fake bottom up to reveal the weapons. He turned to stare at her.

"Yeah. Me. As in, I'm going to save them. I know I don't hunt anymore –"

"That's not what I mean," Rose interrupted. "I mean, you? I'm coming."

"Like hell –"

"Don't even start, Dean! That monster has my husband and children! I've got as much right to –"

"You don't even know –"

"I don't need skills to stab –"

"You could get hurt –"

"Just stick the pointy end in –"

"Sam would kill me –"

"Sam can't kill you if she kills him first! So shut up, give me an angel blade and let me come! I know how to draw Devil's Traps, I know an exorcism off by heart –"

"That's not the same as being experienced –"

"No time like the present to start, right? Besides, it'll throw her off guard! Mom doesn't know anything about this, so the demon doesn't have anything she can hold over me, like secret skills! You're not killing my mom, so maybe a helping hand could save your ass!"

"But Rose –"

"I AM NOT STAYING BEHIND WHILE MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN ARE IN DANGER AND THAT'S THAT! SO GIVE ME A WEAPON AND GET IN THE DAMN CAR! NOW!"

Dean stared at Rose, wide-eyed. But the last thing he wanted to do was anger the already emotional woman, so he jerked his head at the car.

"Get in. And don't get dead."