Raise Hell

Prologue

I sit in the truck that Dean had given me for my 16th birthday, a 1965 mint green Ford Pick-up. I gather up the box that I had put some personal effects and summoning things into. I had snuck out of Bobby's to a gravel crossroads about 30 minutes away. I exit the truck grabbing the box and a knife, just in case. Burying the box, I dried tears staining my cheeks while new ones keep falling. After saying completing the summoning ritual and waiting, I close my eyes and I hear something appear. Opening my eyes I see a tall man with red eyes.

"You look horrible..." he says snarkily. "Your eyes are redder than mine." He chuckles deeply, his eyes turn to a normal color.

"I'm guessing you know why I'm here." I say monotonically.

The demon rolls his eyes, "Yes, but I'm going to tell you want I told Sammy boy." My face gets hard, "I can't help you sweetheart."

I pull out my knife at that, "You're going to let me buy my brother's life back, Dean doesn't deserve to be in hell." More silent tears keep rolling, that's when I see two headlights coming from behind me. I turn keeping the blade against the demon's neck. The car gets closer, eventually I see Bobby's face in the driver's seat. My shoulders fall, I don't let my hands fall from my hold on the demon.

He left the car, "Rosie? What are you doing? You think Dean would want this?" I hear him walking closer, and I think before I let the demon go, who's face has been stoic the entire time. He apparated away and I turn to Bobby, "I know it's only been two months but Rosie, he is gone." I breakdown at that.

"I know but, but he doesn't deserve to be in hell for eternity." I sob walking towards Bobby and crashing into his arms.

"I know kiddo." He takes me into a tight hug. "Say let's get you back to the house." He let's me go after a while, "You need rest." I nod, both of us getting into our respective cars. I wiped away my tears before putting the keys in the ignition and backing out to go Bobby's.

I look into my rear view mirror, seeing headlights, guessing it was Bobby making sure I didn't go do something stupid. "Smart." I say to myself. My voice was still thick from crying.

I got a few miles down the road before I heard a whoosh next to me. I look over to the passenger seat, I nearly jumped out of mine, seeing the stranger next to me. I swerve the car slightly before quickly getting back to the right side of the road.

"Who the hell are you?" I shout. The stranger looked eerily familiar, his hair was gold, the length rivaled Sam's, his oddly shaped lips, and his eyes. They were hazel that even in the darkness of the car and sky you could still see the gold flecks.

"Guess you could call me your guardian angel." he smirks saying that as matter-of-factly. "FYI, deals with demons aren't worth it, even for a dead brother." 'How does he know that?'

I scoff, "Well, that didn't stop Dean with Sam now did it?" You could feel his look searing into your side, but you don't make any eye contact.

"But you're smarter than him." He says, I hear a humorless smile in his voice. "And I don't think you'll need to worry about his deadness problem much longer."

I turn my head towards him yet keeping my eyes on the road. "What do you mean?" He smiles at me and then disappears before my eyes. I look around even though it's not like he would be there. "That was peculiar."

I decide not to tell Bobby the reason I swerved on the ride home. But, without a complaint, I go up to my room. I set my stuff I had brought with me down on my desk. I turn to my bed finding a skinny, silver blade and a note. I unfolded the note and read:

"Dear Rosie,

I feel dark times coming within the near future, it's only a matter

of time before you see and feel it too. You'll need this,

it'll kill quite literally anything. Use it well.

-Your Guardian Angel

P.S.- if you need anything, pray to Castiel. Good luck."

I toss the note aside and put the blade on the side table, too tired to think about anything else. I lay down, closing my eyes and immediately fall into a deep sleep. Even though it wasn't a restful one.