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So today, I was in the bookshop (didn't get out of there for half an hour) and I saw a book that I found absolutely hilarious. Long story short, an idea for my next daily fic has been brewing all day and I won't tell you what it is but I will say that it is Destiel, because I'm really not into anything else enough to write about it daily. It's not Destiel or writing that I'm growing tired of; just this fic verse!

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233. Prepare

The drive to the bar where the demon was hopefully holding their family captive was tense. Dean's knuckles were chalk white around the steering wheel, while a deathly silent Rose was looking anywhere but her brother-in-law.

"You sure this is where she meant?" Dean finally said, his voice as sharp as an angel blade.

"I can't think of anywhere else," Rose replied stiffly.

"You'd better be –"

Rose whipped her head around to glare at him.

"Contrary to whatever may be going through your mind, you're not the only one who cares about Sam and the others. So why would I intentionally mislead you? For kicks and giggles?"

Dean had the grace to look away, ashamed.

"Sorry," he muttered. Rose sighed.

"I get it. It's your brother and family. But they're my family too, Dean. Do you know what I'd do if they died? Do you?"

Dean shook his head.

"I'd probably follow. And not because I'm creepily codependent but because my whole life is in danger: my mother, my husband, my children. If my mom dies, it would destroy my family because how can I tell them what really happened? And I wouldn't be able to burden them any more than that."

Rose looked away, blinking rapidly.

"I can't, Dean. I can't lose them. At least whenever you lost Sam, you had Bobby and Cas and everyone else. I wouldn't. I wouldn't be able to face my family after this!"

Dean blinked.

"Wow," was all he could say. Rose laughed darkly.

"We're here," she said, pointing. Dean pulled up at the bar, which he recognised as one that he sometimes came to drink at (though he preferred others).

"Okay. C'mon."

When they got out of the car, he turned to her.

"Listen up, Rosie. She probably knows we're here, so don't just go running in there. And she's gonna be able to throw you around –"

"I know, Dean," Rose said impatiently. "I read the books and I've been married to Sam for ages. I'm not an idiot. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Just stay behind me and make yourself look as weak as possible. Let her focus on me and beat the crap out of me."

Rose nodded, her grip on her angel blade tightening.

"Try and exorcise, please," she said. "I know you kill demons whenever you can but this is my mom."

"I'll try but if she's going to kill Sammy or Cas or the kids, no promises."

Rose swallowed but eventually nodded again.

"We're coming, Sammy," she muttered. "And we're gonna make this bitch pay for touching you and our kids."

Dean glared up at the building.

'Just hold on, Cas. We're gonna get you and the others out of there.'