Rose Miller: Looking for truth

22 Supermassive Black Hole

'How? Where do we start looking?' Dean asks his brother: 'Do you know anything about this Ava girl that could help us?' He turns around and sees that Sam is looking around. 'What are you searching for?'

'Where is Rose?'

He shrugs his shoulder: 'Her stuff is gone; she'll return later.' He tries to sound casual, which is not how he feels about it.

'Ok, what happened?' Sam asks: 'Seriously?'

'I kissed her.' Dean says calmly: 'And next thing I know is that she took off.'

'Wow.' Sam says and sits down: 'I mean, I never expected her to just take her stuff and leave.'

Rose stands for the door holding a bottle of scotch. Damon opens the door to his new apartment. 'Nice!' he says: 'You bought it or compelled someone?'

'Compelled, like you did to get this new loft for free.' She looks around, modern with touches of industrial design.

'That's how it's supposed to be for a vampire.' He says and gives her a glass of her own scotch.

A few hours later, Damon tells a joke, and Rose laughs. She leans backwards, enjoying the view. They're on the roof, drinking the same scotch, but it's laced with blood they stole earlier from the hospital; some donated A+.

They talk about nothing, about everything, but it's fun and keeps her mind off everything else in her life.

'I'm not getting any closer.' Damon complains about his search for Katherine's freedom.

'Did she have any jewellery she was always wearing?' She asks, looking more serious.

'Do I look like I care about that?'

She looks at him and grins: 'I don't know, Maybe. I think the spell may be contained in a special stone or something like the lapis lazuli. She holds her bracelet with stone embedded into it. It could be worked into a ring or neckless or something.'

'Makes sense.' Damon agrees.

A few days later. Damon looks at the sky, turning darker: 'So, when are you going back?'

Rose told him about their last case, almost everything that happened before she left: 'I don't know yet.'

'You do plan on going back, don't you?'

She takes a breath: 'Of course, but not yet.' She takes her glass and sees the bottle: 'We need more of this.' She says, holding it up: 'I'll get it.' She stands up and reaches for the door: 'What do I get?'

'Choose something. It doesn't matter.' He replies.

She nods and opens the door.

Rose turns on the tv while she is searching for a new bottle.

'We're here downtown in front of the City Bank of Milwaukee. A short exchange of weapons fire occurred just minutes ago. Police and SWAT teams maintain their position as we enter the third hour of this intense standoff.

Rose finds a bottle of red wine and looks at the screen:

'Authorities estimate ten hostages are being held inside the bank; no word yet on the identity of the suspects. Something's happening. I think they're opening the door. Roger, are you getting this?'

'No, don't shoot, don't shoot!'

'No, don't even think about it! Get the hell back!'

Rose recognizes the voice, and she keeps looking.

The camera closes in on two men exiting the bank: a terrified security guard, and Dean, pushing the other man in front of him and holding a rifle.

She misses him. She needs to help him, solve the case and get out of there.

Holding the guard in front of him and the rifle in his other hand, Dean approaches the front door slowly. Outside, several paramedics pull a stretcher out of an ambulance: 'Everything will be all right.' Dean tells him.

'No, don't shoot! Don't shoot! Please!'

'No! Don't even think about it!' Dean sees the media frenzy: 'Ok, go, go.' The guard stumbles out as Dean draws back inside, shutting the door and latching it: 'We are so screwed.' His phone rings: 'This is so not a good time.'

'I know. I saw you on the news.' Rose tells him.

'You did, huh? It's a Skinwalker, he changed....' It's Rose. Why is she calling? He thought they wouldn't see her again.

'Stop it!' He hears Rose snap.

'What?' He asked, confused; she left him and then this?

'Not you.' She says, there is no anger in her voice: 'Someone here finds this amusing. Skinwalker, you said? When you find it, thought of a way out yet?'

'Not yet.' He wonders where she is and who she is with.

'I'm on my way. Focus on the Skinwalker.'

'Ok, I have another call.' He says reluctantly: 'It's Sam; I'm going to take that.'

Rose drives up to the edge of the scene, not near the media, but there is another entrance here. They've put a cop in front of it.

She takes a breath and steps out, looking confused.

'Madame, you cannot be here?'

She looks at him, pretending to only notice him now: 'I'm sorry. What's going on here?'

'There is a hostage situation. It's not safe.' He still stands in front of the door.

'That's true.' She mumbles: 'I'm allowed in the building, and you're not going to stop me or warn anyone about my presence. You understand?'

'Yes.'

Compulsion always works.

Inside she uses her senses to find them. She needs to be fast. Men have started to come in. It doesn't take very long; they're running through a hallway; Sam sees her first and pulls Dean behind him while she guides him to the side entrance.

The guard outside reaches for his phone: 'Didn't I tell you not to alarm anyone.' Rose looks at him closely: 'You're not going to ask for help; there is nothing to see. You don't remember that there was anyone here. It was quite boring, actually.'

He nods: 'None of you were here.'

'That's better.' She says, and they go to her car.