Time After Time

II

I glared at him, "You think you know me, I actually didn't have a father, and I bet you didn't watch your mother get torn apart by werewolves when you were eleven." I huffed and left up to my room slamming the door and locking it. I sat down on my bed and cried, it wasn't fair. I looked at my phone I had been lying in my bed for a while and I wanted to stay there forever. When I heard someone picking the lock on my door I grabbed the knife I kept under my pillow and threw it so it would it the door frame on purpose. "Go away."

"Rosalie, I'm sorry." He had used my actual name instead of Rosie so I looked up at him. I sat up and patted the bed.

"Next time you say something like that, think about it first." I stared at the floor and I felt him move closer.

"When I was little, my mom died in a fire. The same one I pulled Sam from. Dad pulled him out and handed him to me just in time. My dad's obsession to find the thing that killed mom, he's been gone for a while.  I told Dean my story and during it, he grabbed my hand. "I want to see them."

"What?"

"The scars. I want to see them." The marks on my chest had been covered up very well by a sternum tattoo, and I covered up some on my legs with a thigh tattoo. My hands were shaking as I first pulled off my tank top, and then unzipped my jeans.I felt weird standing in front of this man, I barely knew him, yet I trusted him. "The tattoos, why?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"It covers them up," I say putting my clothes back on. I stood up and walked over to me, pulling me into a hug. We pulled away from the hug, but his hands were sitting on my hips. I looked him in the eyes, was he going to kiss me? 

"Hey, you two!" I could hear Sam coming up the stairs. "We have another case." I blushed and looked at the floor, we stepped away from each other like nothing had ever happened. We walked down the stairs into the study again, Sam and Bobby were waiting for us. " A man in Colorado, a local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home." Dean's face lit up, he must've been thinking.

"I know that name, Elkins."

"I've never heard it." Dean flipped through their dad's journal, then Sam handed it to me. D. Elkins 970-555-0158 "Do you think it's the Elkins?"

"It's a Colorado area code," Sam replied. We packed our bags and threw them in the trunk of the Impala, an eleven-hour drive because Dean refused to fly. I got the whole back of the Impala to myself, Sam sat in the front and Dean drove. My legs were stretched out in the back and after a while I found the engine of the Impala lulling me to sleep.

"Wake up Rosie! It's time to work." My eyes opened and instead of the pine trees of Sioux Falls, I was surrounded by the snowcapped mountains of Colorado. Dean picked the lock on the cabin door. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." I stepped into the cabin, the floor was a mess. Sam and Dean went further in and I stayed at the front.

"Hey Dean, there is salt by the door."

"You talking protection against demon salt, or 'oops I killed the popcorn' salt."

"It's clearly a ring Dean." I rolled my eyes at him, trying not to laugh. "You think Elkins was a player?"

"Definitely." Sam came up behind Dean with a book in his hand. 

"This looks a hell of a lot like Dad's." 

"Yep, except this dates back to the 60s." We made our way deeper into the cabin looking at all the rooms, the study was totally destroyed. We shone our flashlights up at the ceiling. There was a massive hole coming into the study from the ceiling. "Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one."