Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

How Could You?

Rose's POV

I shivered as we entered the cold house. My teeth began to chatter, and I could feel goosebumps rising on my skin. "Jesus Carter, why is it so cold in here?" I demanded. Carter looked as surprised as me and quickly grabbed his arms. "I don't know Rosie." "Well, it's not good for Aunt Helen and her condition." I reminded him, quickly running to the thermostat on the wall. I heard Carter grunt in response.

Huh. I thought as I moved the knobby thing on the thermostat. No change.

I felt Carter's presence beside me, and I had to admit a shiver ran through my body. I dismissed it as the cold and moved on.

I peered into the kitchen, the closest room to the front entry, and couldn't see my aunt. The house urked me. I've spent my entire life in this house, aside from the 6 years I had with my parents. I've had sleepovers, introduced a few boyfriends, and have fallen and gotten hurt countless times.

So why did it feel different?

I looked down, about to take off my shoes (Aunt Helen hated it when I wore shoes inside of the house), when I noticed a bright red smear on the wooden floor. "Carter!" I shouted. Carter was behind me and covered his ears. "No need to shout Rose. What is it?" He grumbled. "Is that....Blood?" I questioned, looking up at his face.

Car bent down and moved his eyes around. "Where?"

"There!" I pointed again at the weird smear. Carter seemed to locate the mark and bit his lip. "Oh." Was all he said. I waited for him to continue. "I had a nosebleed the other day." He quickly explained. I frowned. "Carter, you haven't had a nosebleed your whole life."

"Well, I hit my nose on the railing because I tripped." He said slowly. I shook my head but wandered down the hall. I could hear Carter scruff his shoe against the floor. Probably to get rid of the blood.

"Aunt Helen?" I called through the house. I was greeted with nothing but silence. Carter followed behind me at a weirdly long distance. "Helen?" I tried again. Still nothing.

"I think she's in the living room." Carter told me. I nodded, and walked to the living room. That's when I smelt it.

The foulest smell ever. It smelt like rotting flesh and blood. I felt nauseated, even from a distance.

I walked into the room slowly. Peering around the corner, I saw the familiar brown bun peeking above the big comfy chair she's had since I was a baby. "Aunt Helen, I'm back!" I cried out, stopping a few meters from her chair and holding my arms out, expecting a warm hug. Instead the bun didn't move an inch. My blood ran cold. She must be very mad at me.

I heard Carter move around the corner. Glancing back, I saw him leaning against the wall, watching me. Something about his stare made me uncomfortable.

I turned back to my aunt. The bun still hadn't moved. "Helen, why are you being so quiet? I'm back. At least yell at me or something!" I exclaimed, dropping my hands to my sides.

I took a deep breath and walked over to her chair.

I walked around her until I faced her. Expecting the storm.

Instead I found something worse.

Aunt Helen's body was mangled. Her legs were bent at an unusual angle. Her clothes were soaked with blood and her chest was almost fully cut open. I could see some of her insides. Her big blue eyes were open, blind and unseeing. A small drip of blood had ran down her mouth to her chin.

And I screamed.

I felt dizzy, My hands started to shake. I reached out for her, feeling her face. She was cold. "HELEN! NO NO NO!" I screamed. I pushed some loose strands of hair out of her face. "PLEASE WAKE UP! PLEASE!"

She didn't.

I started sobbing, her blood running down my fingers. It was sticky.

I looked up at Carter, my mouth agape and my mind blurring. "CARTER DO SOMETHING! CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Carter didn't move. In fact he didn't even look surprised or hurt. "CARTER WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"She needed to die." Was all he said. I was shocked. His voice was so monotone. "Wh-what?" I stammered, my voice lowering. "She had to Rose. She wanted to protect you. She was going to call you to warn you." Carter continued, his face completely zen. I was frozen.

"Protect me from what? Carter, you're not making sense!"

"From me."

I started shaking even more. "You did this?" I whispered. Carter's mouth turned up into a grin, before he started full out laughing. Laughing.

I was disgusted. I was hurt. And then I was angry.

"HOW COULD YOU? SHE WAS YOUR AUNT JUST AS MUCH AS MINE!" I shouted in rage, tears freely pooling down my face. I didn't bother to wipe them away. "Ah, see that's just it. She was Carter's "aunt", not mine." Carter explaimed, laughter still present in his voice.

And it hit me. The demon. The demon Sam and Dean were hunting. He finally got me. And my family.

"Let him go." I growled stepping away from my dead aunt and closer to him. I was more angry than afraid.

"Let him go? I don't think so sweetheart." The demon said, grinning at me darkly. His eyes flashed black.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted before lunging at him. My judgement was clouded. And that's when I felt my body being flung backwards, feeling my head smash against the wall.

With a sickening crack, I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was Carter's red Nike sneakers walking towards me.

Hurry Dean. Was the last thing I thought.