Raise Hell

Lazarus Rising, Pt. 1

Two Months Later

I had found the warehouse that the demons were hiding out in. It had been four months since Dean was dragged to hell, two months since that Sam and I had tried to sell our souls. I had now been slowly getting back into hunting, taking the cases that could easily been taking care alone. The case I was on now was a simple demon case, possession, murder, repeat. But I had found them. I grabbed my gun, my angel blade, hiding it in my boots. I turn my truck off my truck and was about to get out when my phone started ringing. Not recognizing the number, I pick it up quizzically.

"Hello?" I say. I hear a sigh of relief from the other side of the line.

"Rosie? Thank god." It was a man's voice.

"Who is this?" I asked with some harshness in my voice.

"It's me." He said, "It's Dean." He says, making my heart skip a beat.

"Liar." I say, my voice bitter. "You think that's funny? Dean is dead. Don't call me again." I say, trying to keep the shakiness in my voice to a minimum. I hang up, tossing my phone to the passenger seat. I take a moment to calm myself down, not wanting to go into the warehouse angry.

~Some Time Later~

I hop into the back of my truck checking on my arsenal, putting away some of the weapons I brought with me, along with my flask of holy water. I climb into the front of the truck checking my phone for notifications but there were none, I decide to call Bobby.

I wait for him to pick up, "Hello?" I perk up a bit when he answers.

"Hey Bobby." I turn the ignition messing with the gear shift. "I just got done with a hunt not too far from your place so I'm going to head over." I question myself on whether or not I should tell him about the call, I don't.

"Alright, be careful." He says, I am about to hang up before he speaks again. "This may sound weird, but did you get a call from someone earlier claiming to be Dean?"

"Yeah..." I say, "You don't think it could really be him do you?" I ask, starting to back my truck onto the road.

"Unless Sam could manage to make a deal, then no. But I'd still stay cautious."

I sigh, "Alright, I'll see you in under three hours." I then hang up the phone and speed off.

~More time passes~

I pull into Bobby's the feeling that something was off hitting me immediately. Rushing out of my truck, my angel blade in hand. I walk up to the door turning the knob finding it locked. I start to knock, trying to keep it less panicked than what I was feeling. Bobby opens the door.

"You okay kid?" He asks after scanning my face.

"Are you. Something just felt..." I see Dean rounding the corner from the other room. His hair looked wet. "Off..." Bobby looked behind him at Dean and then back to me.

"Rosie, it really him." My eye contact with my older brother doesn't falter as Bobby steps aside to let me through. I walk through the door setting down my glorified knife on the closest table, its uniqueness grabbing Dean's attention quickly. I run towards Dean, who had an apologetic look in his eyes, crashing into his arms. He hugs me tightly, I bury my face in his neck, sniffling.

"Thank god you're back." I hear a breathy chuckle coming from him.

"Couldn't stay dead forever, I have you dorks to take care of." He responds, I laugh and let go.

"How did you get out?" I ask.

"I don't know, I just woke up in a coffin." He says.

I give a confused look. "That doesn't make any sense."