Chapter 16: Part of the Job
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Chapter 16 is up! I'm on a roll!
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Rosie slept well that night, and during that morning, she felt especially happy from the thought of Johnny and Isabel still going on with their lives.
In fact, the more she thought about it while working on one of Dean's promised pies as she waited for Sam to come back, it left her feeling more confident in her own mission.
Maybe she was worrying too much before...
Slam!
Rosie let out a gasp when the walls of the room shuddered from the force of the door swinging open and she turned to see Sam enter. He met her eyes for only a second, and instantly Rosie knew something was up.
"What? What's wrong?" Rosie asked.
He didn't answer her at first as he immediately went to his bag and started checking the items through it in hurried movements.
"Sam, what happened?" Rosie asked again, feeling a bit concerned.
"Burning the bones didn't stop it." He finally said. "Rose is still here, she got to Johnny last night."
"What?"
"I called Dean, so he's on his way." Sam said. "I'm going back to the sisters' place, so get ready to go."
He didn't need to tell her twice, she instantly dropped all she was doing before and searched for her shoes. her mind whirling around trying to figure out what happened.
She didn't understand, she told him not to go back. She told him that he would get hurt because of that doll. She made it clear, and yet he still went back to collect it.
What went wrong?
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Once Sam had picked up Isabel, he wasted no time going heading over to the old, abandoned gas station to meet up with Dean. And the whole drive there Isabel just sat in silence after Sam briefly introduced his 'assistant' to her.
But once Sam had got out of the car she turned in her seat around to face her.
"Um…so who are you again?" Isabel asked her.
"Oh, I'm the junior assistant." she told her. "Just, taking notes on what to expect later in the career."
"You seem kinda young to be doing something like this..." the elder woman commented.
"Yeah," Rosie started with a nervous laugh. "Yeah I get that a lot."
She saw Dean look in the car as he checked to make sure that the 'girl with the haunted kidney' was there. But when his eyes landed on her, he suddenly got angry, pointing a finger at her and mouthing 'you, come here!'
Rosie had a bad feeling, and she shook her head, but his mouth thinned into a harder frown and he sent a sharp jab to the spot beside him.
"Are you in trouble?" Isabel asked, a touch of concern in her voice.
"Probably," Rosie mumbled. "I'm really not supposed to be doing field work."
Thankfully, Sam seemed to grab Dean's attention and they two of them went back to talking. Isabel seemed to be very curious about what was being said.
"Hey, you wanna play a game?" Rosie asked, trying to divert her attention, "Let's play 'I Spy' or something until they need us."
"I wonder what they're talking about…" she heard Isabel murmur before she suddenly opened her door.
"Whoa, hey now!" Rosie started, jumping out of her own door before racing around the car and catching Isabel by the sleeve. "Isabel, I really think we should stay in the car!"
She tried to pull her back, but Isabel was determined to talk to them and she gave a quick yank of her arm making Rosie loose her grip on her coat. "Isabel!" Rosie snapped, trying to grab her again." Just let them do their cop stuff and get back in the-"
"Voodoo?" Isabel asked over her, only catching a little bit of what they were saying. Then she started to laugh as though they were making a joke. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Actually it's Hoodoo," Dean corrected. "It's a little different."
"And what're you doing here?!" He snapped at her. "Yer supposed to be at the motel!"
The aggressive tone in his voice startled Rosie a little; she already knew he was mad enough after visiting Lisa and Ben, so she scrambled to tell him an explanation. "Dya, Sam said that I-"
"Get in the car!" he said, cutting her off.
Rosie looked at the Impala, it was just sitting there quietly, seemingly innocent, but Rosie knew better than that.
"I…don't want to."
Dean turned his face upward, shaking his head and heaving out an annoyed sigh. But instead of saying anything, the elder brother suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the Impala.
"Ouch! Hey!" Rosie cried, trying to keep up with him. "Dean, that hurts, cut it out!"
The moment he did actually stop pulling was when they reached the car, the hunter opening the back passenger door and pushing her inside. "Stay!" he ordered.
"Dean!"
"I will handcuff you!" He warned.
When she said nothing else, he closed the door and walked away back to Sam and Isabel.
Rosie looked around the inside of the car, trying to swallow that nervous lump in her throat. 'Oh God' were the only words that were flying around in her mind. But once Dean rejoined the group, his back to her, she grabbed the handle of the door and made to push it open so she could slip out.
But it was too late, all of the doors locked leaving her with only enough time to utter a horrified "Crap!" before the car suddenly came to life.
Dean turned back towards the car, sending her an enrage glare as he thought she was the one who turned on his 'baby'. Rosie brought up her hands, mouthing 'it's not me!'
"Rosie! Get outta the car!" Sam called.
How the heck was she supposed to do that? Ask nicely?
…Well, maybe it couldn't hurt.
"U-um… Miss Rose, mame," Rosie started, "Do you think I could just, you know, step out? It'll only take a second."
An angry rev was the only thing that answered her and the brights flashed on, bathing Dean, Sam and Isabel in light as they stood in front of the car.
"Hey! You leave my baby alone!" Dean suddenly yelled. "She's got nothin' ta do with this!"
Oh sure, worry more about the car then the passenger trapped within it.
The engine gave a loud roar and Rosie was flung back against her seat when the car lurched forward with screeching tires. Sam managed to pull Isabel away, But Dean lead the car on,
Rosie lunge over the front seat and grabbed the steering wheel, vainly trying to take control and avoid hitting Dean, but it was like trying to unscrew a rusty bolt with only her fingers. She wasn't strong enough to move it.
And as if to add insult to injury, it suddenly jerked hard to the left, freeing itself it from her grip and pulling her over into the front seat in the process. Righting herself, she let out a scream and ducked back down when the car went through the wall of black barrels.
"Son of a biiiitch!"
When she heard Dean yell, she peeked over the dash board, her eyes widened to the size of saucers to see that he had stopped right in front of the abandoned building, waiting for the car to get close.
"Rosie! Buckle up!" he yelled.
Her heart in her throat, Rosie scrambled to pull the driver's seat belt over her, but the movements of the Impala and her shaking hands made her keep missing the buckle.
"Come on!" she cried just as Dean leaped out of the way of the oncoming vehicle.
'Click.'
CRASH!
Rosie was jerked forward, but the seat belt that painfully tightened across her chest kept her from flying out of the seat.
It felt like her brain was rattling in her skull, she didn't even realize that the car was no longer moving until Dean swung the door open. "Rosie! You alright?"
She gave a groan, her head hurt and her neck felt so sore, but over all she was just fine. "Yeah, I buckled up just in time," she told him as he helped her out. Whoever would say seat belts were stupid in the future, she would have to argue with them...
"You alright?" Sam asked his brother, giving him and Rosie a quick once over.
"I'm okay," Rosie told him.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good," Dean said as well, "you?"
Sam gave a short laugh, as if he couldn't really believe it, "Yeah." He replied.
They looked over to Isabel who standing right before them, waiting for her to give them her statues report.
"Yeah, I'm-" she was cut off when a glob of blood spilled from her mouth.
She looked down, and the three of them followed her gaze, seeing a large, jagged shard of glass imbedded deep in the right side of her abdomen.
"Isabel-" Sam started, but stopped when she suddenly fell down.
"Hey!" the younger Winchester began as he and Dean instantly came to her side. "Hey, hey, hey!"
Rosie stayed back from them, unable to take her eyes off the glass in Isabel stomach. She wasn't sure what to think about what was happening right in front of her. She already saw this before, and while she thought it was sad when Isabel died on the show, it was terrifying to watch the young woman lay there.
Because now; she no longer saw Isabel simply as a character on T.V., but as a real person that was mortally wounded.
A flicker to Rosie's right finally made her turn away to see the spirit of Rose Brown standing next to her. Rose met her eyes for only a moment before she hesitantly came forward, looking down at Isabel with a sad expression on her face.
"I'm sorry," the spirit told her. "I didn't mean for this..."
If Isabel wanted to reply, she didn't have the energy to do so. She only kept her gaze on her sister for a little while longer before she slowly fell back, her eyes closing.
Immediately after, Rose's ghost erupted in flames, and then disappeared completely.
Once the ghost was gone, Rosie looked back at the still form of Isabel, seeming to snap out of her shocked state. "No!" she cried, making herself move to the young woman's side. "Isabel, wake up!"
When Isabel didn't respond, Rosie placed her hands for a second around the wound to check how deep it was, but feeling the warm, wet blood on her fingers made her yank them away as though she had been scalded.
She couldn't touch it herself.
"Sam, can't you or Dean pull it out?" she asked. "Pull it out and us this to cover the wound!"
She started taking off her green hoodie, but stopped when she noticed they weren't doing anything. "Guys! Come on!" she said. "We need to get it out and then get her to a hospital!"
"Rosie," Sam started, placing a hand on her shoulders to keep her from moving. "…there's nothing we can do."
"She's gone."
"But…no…she's right here, we can still do something to-" she stopped when she suddenly noticed something on her hands.
She slowly let go of the of the front of her hoodie, and then brought her palms into the light and saw that they were smeared in red, smeared with blood.
It was Isabel's blood on her hands, another person she failed to save.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt strong hands grasp her arms and was hauled to her feet. "Come on, Rosie, we need to go." Dean said, guiding her to the Impala.
"But," Rosie started, looking back at Isabel's body, "But what about her?"
"We'll call it in, and the authorities will take care of her." Sam promised, "But right now, we need to get going."
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"So uh, how 'bout my pie, princess?" Dean asked. "Remember your promise that you'd-"
He stopped when Sam slapped his arm, giving him a very displeased look.
"What, I just trying to get her to do something." Dean whispered, "To get her mind off it."
Hearing him say that, Rosie inwardly snorted. She highly doubted that making a stupid pie or doing really anything would get her mind off what happened.
She told Johnny not to go back to his apartment, but he still went; she tried to make Isabel stay inside Sam's rental car, but she wouldn't listen to her. She wasn't able to change a thing.
It left her feeling very discouraged; did this all mean that she wouldn't be able to make any sort of difference what so ever?
Did it mean that it was pointless trying to get Castiel to change his mind?
"Rosie…do you want to talk?"
She heard the voice, but she didn't really register it at first as she continued to stare out the window. "I couldn't save them…" Rosie mumbled under her breath.
"What?"
Rosie blinked; turning her head to see that at some point Sam had sat down on the couch across from her. She kept his gaze for a second and then looked down at her knees.
"…I've just…never seen anyone die before…" she told him in a quiet voice. "I mean, I know eventually everyone will have to, but... especially like that…I've never actually…" she stopped herself from going on.
"Is it always this horrible to see a life be lost like that?" She asked, meeting his eyes again. "How can the two of you do this every single time?"
"It's never easy, but it happens…" Sam told her. "It's part of the job."
"You can't just accept it like that so easily," Rosie started, feeling a bit angry. "Don't you ever wish you can go back and change it?"
"Like I said, it isn't easy," Sam said. "But I've learned a long time ago that I can't save them all, and that I should be grateful when I can save at least one, and keep others from becoming victims in the future as well."
Rosie looked away from him, she didn't like that answer. She couldn't believe that he didn't want to change at least some things. What about all the people that died when they didn't have to? Like Ellen and Jo, or even his father?
What about Jessica?
Sam noticed her unsatisfied expression, and he gave a soft sigh before placing a hand gently on her shoulder.
"Rosie, I know it seems hard to swallow, but the sooner you come to accept things for what they are, the better it'll be for you to keep going on." Sam told her. "What's the use of trying to change something that's already done and in the past? You'll only wear yourself into the ground while just going around in circles."
"Get some rest, Rosie," Sam said, giving a pat on her shoulder before getting up. "We've all had a rough night."
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Rosie gave a jerk when she was startled from a very deep sleep.
She didn't know what caused her to wake up, she thought she heard a strange sound, but when she sat up, all was dark and quiet.
"Sam? Was that you?" she asked, looking around towards the beds, squinting to try and see in the dark. "Dean?"
But she could see both of their figures nestled in the mattress under the blankets, both of them sound asleep.
Thinking she only heard the noise in a dream, Rosie got back into a comfortable position on the couch and tried to go back to sleep. But a faint light coming from the table near the kitchen made her look over to see Sam's laptop was wide open.
She figured Sam forgot to close it, and not wanting the battery life to drain, she pushed herself off the sofa and walked over to the table. She put her hand on the top of the computer and made to close it, but then she stopped, her eye's widening at what she saw on the screen…
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Stop Dragging Your Feet And Just Tell Him The Truth!
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Oooo, someone knows! O_O
This will probably be it for a while, but I hope I left you guys with enough chapters for the time being. But as I said before, I'm defietly going to make the story my top priority!
Stay well guys! :D:D:D