Snow On The Beach

Chapter Eighteen

The mustang rolled into parking lot of the Winchester brother's hotel, if one could even call it that, only to find Dean's precious impala absent. Roslyn and Jasper shared a confused look as she parked the car.

"You sure you got the right address?" Jasper drawled, craning his neck to analyze the empty parking lot. 

Roslyn leveled a glare at him. "Yes, Jasper, I am." She rolled down the window, breathing deeply and searching for the pungent scent of Winchester she knew so well. "Number thirteen. Sam's there."

"Alright, Ros, whatever you say." Jasper was out of the car and unpacking their gear from the trunk before Roslyn could formulate a sarcastic response. He had the driver's door open before she could move for that, too.

"And they say chivalry is dead. Thanks, cowboy."

Jasper went as far as to offer her his elbow once she was out, grinning down at her. It wasn't the smile that showed off his fangs, but it was one that only Roslyn ever got to see. "Shall we, rebel?"

Roslyn looped her arm through his, grinning up at him as she tugged him toward the door. "We shall." She rapped twice on the door to number thirteen once they approached. "Sammy! Open up!"

He was at the door in an instant, his phone still pressed to his ear. "Yeah, yeah, thanks Ellen. I'll give you a call when we're done; let you know how it went."

Roslyn brushed past him, dragging Jasper behind her, the latter giving Sam an apologetic look. She didn't waste any time making herself at home, throwing herself over the small couch and draping an arm over her eyes. 

"Alright, Sam, who's Ellen and why are we asking her for advice?" 

"Ellen is a friend of Bobby's. And before you ask," he held up a hand when she opened her mouth again. "Bobby was a friend of Dad's." 

Roslyn didn't miss the tightness in Sam's voice when he mentioned John, nor did she miss the way he immediately relaxed. She cast a grateful look over Sam's shoulder to Jasper and he just nodded at her, the corners of his mouth barely ticked up in a smile.

"And we trust her." It wasn't a question from Jasper and his eyes never left Roslyn's.

Sam nodded, moving to sit on the edge of one of the twin beds. "There's another hunter in town. He tried to jump me and Dean, but the two of them are currently getting drunk and sharing traumatic stories. I was checking with Ellen to see if we can trust him."

"And?" Roslyn's voice was impatient. She was sick of sitting still after the drive from Forks and she was itching to kill something. She didn't care if it was a fellow hunter.

The shift in Sam's face was enough to tell her that Ellen hadn't been the bearer of good news. He shook his head slightly, "She says to leave the hunt to Gordon and move on."

"And are we?"

Sam looked torn between his duty as a hunter and his hatred for the job. It was clear he wanted to move on and start a life, but Roslyn knew the Winchesters even if she didn't know Sam and Dean well: Winchesters didn't give up on Winchesters. How else would she have allowed herself to be turned?

Jasper spoke next, once the silence had stretched on long enough to agitate Roslyn. He had clearly noticed, but he also knew better than to meddle with her emotions, instead sending a ripple of comfort down the walls in her mind that didn't alter them, but let her know he was there.

"What about the cows?" Jasper had been researching while Roslyn drove and the mystery of piled cow carcasses had caught his attention and he stuck there. "Satanic? Witchcraft? Something else?"

Sam sighed, running a hand down his face and getting back to his feet. "Something we haven't figured out yet. I would ask if you want anything from the vending machine, but..."

Roslyn threw her head back and laughed, making Jasper crack a smile more than Sam's joke. Sam shut the door softly behind him and Jasper joined Roslyn on the couch, picking up her feet and resting them in his lap.

Neither of them said anything, content to just be content until Sam got back. They heard his footsteps pause outside the door, the key already in the lock. Jasper stiffened beneath Roslyn and a moment later she smelled it, too. 

Vampires.

Sam let out a grunt at the same time Roslyn wrenched the door open. The four vampires froze at the sight of them before two immediately went back to jumping Sam. The other two, both male, held Jasper off. Roslyn's gaze darted between the vampires taking Sam and the two attacking her best friend. 

Jasper's golden gaze met hers and he nodded. "Go get him."

Roslyn was off before the words were out of his mouth. She had barely caught up with them when Jasper was at her side again. The cut off the pair, one on either side and Roslyn could feel Jasper's lethargic energy gliding over her, but never actually making its mark.

"I suggest you drop the human."

Their hands had already fallen from Sam's arms and she slowly approached, wrenching Sam behind her. 

"Now, what the hell is killing you guys?"

A voice sounded from behind her and Jasper was at her side in an instant, teeth bared and a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Isn't it obvious? A hunter."

Sam shifted on his feet. "It's Gordon, isn't it?"

The female nodded, her short hair falling into her eyes. "We aren't hurting anyone. We subsist on cows which, as you well know, isn't sustainable for our kind."

Roslyn opened her mouth to argue that it was possible but Jasper coughed from beside her. Right... different vamps. Jasper did, however, bring up a valid argument.

"If y'all aren't hurting anyone, why the attempted kidnapping?"

The other vampires had slowly made their way around to stand beside the female, obviously their leader. She was analyzing Roslyn and Jasper, clearly noting and filing away their vampiric discrepancies. 

"We wanted to talk."

Roslyn scoffed. "If you wanted to prove your peace, there are better ways to do it."

The female nodded, a sad smile coming to her face. "We are leaving. All we ask is that you call off your dog and not follow us."

Sam's scoff was resigned. "I doubt Gordon will listen to anything we have to say."

She tilted her head like an animal deciding whether to kill or not. "Then I suppose you had better stall him. We don't drain humans on principle, but that doesn't mean we are incapable of it."