𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ❂ j. kline

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

DEAR JACK,
A second of hope was all we need.
Without it, there is not other way to push on.
Any moment could pass by,
You would miss it, and that second would be gone.

❂

THERE WAS AN EMPTINESS INSIDE OF ROSE. Through the fire that had coursed through her body and the coldness in her soul, she had still felt it-- empty. The human part inside of her had begged for death, wanting the pain and suffering to end sooner rather than later. Yet, there was something inside her resurfacing-- or breaking out-- she couldn't tell. The colder her soul had grown, the more the fire of the pain had disappeared.

The air inside her lungs had left and it had felt like forever until she sat up forward, gasping for air. Jack had held onto her shoulder's as he had looked her over. Still in surprise, Rose had gripped onto her stomach, lifting up her shirt to see the wound healing before her. Suddenly, a twist of pain deep in her chest had her groan and squeeze her eyes shut tight in pain.

Jack had begun to repeatedly ask if she had been okay and what she had needed him to do but when Rose opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to him, he dropped his hands down. Staring back at him had been black eyes that he had never imagined to see on Rose. "I'm okay," she whispered. Looking down at her hands that had been caked in dirt and blood, she exhaled sharply. "I feel... I feel good."

Pressing his hand to her chest, Jack held his eyes shut as he had tried to listen for a heartbeat and when he hadn't heard it, he had hoped his powers would bring her back to normal. Instead, she had pushed his hand off of him. "You can't fix this."

"This isn't right," he whispered. Looking up, he had spotted Constance still standing there and had sent her a small glare. "You did this."

"Honey, she would've done it herself."

Standing up, Jack stared down Constance. "No, she wouldn't have." His eyes began to glow a bright gold as his anger began to rise.

Scrambling to her feet, Rose had stood between Constance and Jack, her back to her mother and her hands on Jack. "It's okay. We can help them now."

"But Mary..."

"Who cares?" Rose said quickly. Jack had bit the inside of his cheek at her words. Already he had known this was not going to be the same as it was before. "Let's go," she insisted and when she had put her hand in his, he had known that she had not lost who she was completely.

Together the two had left Constance behind, hearing nothing but her laughter deep in the forest. If it had not been for the people back at camp that had needed them Jack would've turned back around to face Constance himself. However, he had followed right behind Rose as they came up to Mary. She had been sat on the ground, covered in sweat and dirt as she looked at Zachariah. "The half breed, where is he?"

Getting to her feet, Mary gave a quick swipe to her lower lip to remove the blood that had began to drip down. She had seen the two approaching from behind but was not going to give the angel the satisfaction of having her follow his orders. Lifting her chin higher, she grinned, "Go to hell."

"Witty," he replied in a snarky tone.

Making her way down the small hill, Rose had felt the need to speak up. "You know, I kind of like what she said." As Zachariah had begun to turn at the sound of her voice, Mary felt her lips curl down into a frown. Michael's angel's could only have their two names on the top of their kill list and Rose had abandoned hiding. However, Rose didn't seem to mind Zachariah's presence. Before he could even begin to meet her eyes, she lazily held up her hand and with a single snap watched him form into a cloud of dust around them.

Making her way through the falling dust, Rose waved her hand before her face as she made her way towards Mary. In an instant, Mary had reached out, grabbing her arms to steady her out before her, looking her over in worry and curiosity.

She moved her hands to cup her face, "You were supposed to stay safe," she whispered.

Brushing Mary's hands off, Rose gave a small shrug. "Couldn't let you die... So, we found a way."

"Found a way," she repeated in a single breath. Slowly her eyes traveled down until she had seen the blood that had stained Rose's shirt, barely hidden under the flannel that she had worn. The small hole made from where the knife had entered had Mary try to bring her eyes back up to Rose, fearful of what was standing before her.

While the two had stayed locked on one another, Bobby had came charging through, "More incoming!"

Instead, Rose had kept her eyes on Mary with a  deep frown, taking notice of the disappointment that had been evident. She had tore her eyes off of Rose to watch as Jack had stepped up, causing the angels hurdling towards the camp explode midair. The camp had been safe for now, but the thought of Jack not being the only powerful thing to walk to camp had brought a fear to her. Not of what Rose could be, but of what she would have to bring back to Sam and Dean, knowing she had to blame herself for what had happened.