Winchester Siblings: Broken (Book 4) (A Supernatural Series)

Chapter 6 - Never Piss Off a Witch

Back in the motel room, Alana sat on the bed and waited. The Demon was gone for now, but she had no clue for how long. She knew dad was angry with her, she could feel his anger and Dean was the same. But something else crept inside her as she listened to the duo. All this time she had thought this was her family. She had no one, she was alone and it was time for her to go.

She looked towards Sam and Majestic and found them asleep. She picked up her purse and bag and crept for the door and quietly opened it and sauntered outside. She closed the door the same way and dashed across the parking lot to her car and jumped inside, hiding in the front seat of the car as her dad and Dean pulled in. She had a mere few seconds to start the car and blow out of there before Dean or Sam stopped her.

They entered the room and she threw on her seat belt and started the car, pulling out quickly from the parking lot. She looked back and saw that Dean was fumbling with his keys; she made a turn and took off down the deserted road. She pulled into a side street and parked, turning the lights off and sitting in the dark. Dean's Impala passed her and she sighed a breath of relief. She pulled herself from the car and grabbed her things, they would look for the car, but she would be gone. One less thing to associate herself with the family that lied to her. She was free now and it was time she began living her own life.

"I'm done hunting." She said aloud in the darkness, "Too hell with this life." She said and took off on foot down the alleyway. She had a contact here, someone that would get her out of the city with no questions, a person that didn't know who she really was. This was the end of Alana Winchester, she was now Rose White.

She knocked on the door and her friend Jared opened the door, "Rose?"

She nodded, "I need to go home to Pennsylvania. Can you take me home Jared?"

He nodded, letting her in. She had been a dear friend for years, but her life had remained a mystery to him. "Rose? What's wrong?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.

"I'll tell you in time, I need time Jared. I'm-" she stopped and brushed a tear from her cheek, "I'm sorry." She whispered.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "It's fine Rose. Talk to me when you want. I'll be here."

She nodded and cuddled into his arms, "Thank you Jared."

He let her go, leading her upstairs to the guest bedroom. She sat on the bed and sighed heavily. "I'll see you in the morning?" she asked.

"Yeah, breakfast is at 8am sharp."

"You and your schedule." She grinned.

"I know." He smiled and closed the door.

She shifted and lay on the bed, staring up to the ceiling. In a few short days she'd be gone from here and far away for the family she thought she knew.

In the other room, Jared sat in his bed and shook his head. He'd known the truth about Rose, Alana as he recalled and wondered what had happened to make her come here to all places?

"Something must have gone wrong." He muttered and turned to fall into a deep sleep. Morning would come too quickly and he had plans to take Alana, Rose he meant, home to Milford.

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The following morning came suddenly and Jared groaned as he rolled to his side. Rose sat in a chair near his bed, wide awake and dressed to go. "Morning Rose." He mumbled.

"You're late Jared Dawson."

He yawned and looked at his clock; it was 10:15 am.

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked.