Rose Miller: Looking for truth

30 Walk Away

Rose sits in the car, looking out the window while Dean drives and Sam pretends to sleep. She knows he feels guilty. Apparently, Sam had been aware of what happened when he was possessed.

—

'I can't believe I killed you.' He said: 'I'm so sorry....'

Rose looks at him: 'I'm not dead, so forget about it. It wasn't you anyway.'

'When you woke up, you said he wasn't himself.' Dean mentions.

'I didn't think Sam would break my neck.' She says, and Sam nods slowly: 'And then there were the black eyes....'

—

Dean glances at Sam: 'Is he...?' He whispers. Rose shakes her head; Dean lays one of his hands on her leg.

They arrived late at the next motel. Rose sleeps on the bed, and Dean lays beside her on his stomach, one arm draped over her.

One week later, Sam sits on the couch, looking through books. He rubs his face tiredly. Across the room, Dean sits on the bed, eating his chilli cheese fries from a disposable plate. Sam turns his head: 'Dude. Do you mind not eating those on MY bed?'

'No, I don't mind.' Dean eats another one: 'How's research going?'

'You know how it's going? Slow. Do you know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer.'

Dean nods sarcastically: 'Hmm. You know I could have gone out there, but unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell.'

'Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do wi—' He's cut off by a loud knock on the door.

Dean goes to the door; he looks through the peephole and then looks at Sam opening the door. Outside is Bobby. 'Hey, Bobby.' Dean says.

Bobby enters, hands in his pockets: 'Boys.'

Sam stands up and approaches them: 'Hey, Bobby.'

'It's good to see you again so soon.'

'Yeah, uh, Bobby, thanks for coming. Come on in.' Sam tells him.

Dean shakes Bobby's hand firmly: 'Thank god you're here.'

'Where is Rose?' Bobby asks, closing the door behind him.

'Not here.' Dean snaps.

'Okay.' Booby replies calmly: 'So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?'

'It's this job we're working. We— We weren't sure you'd believe us.'

Bobby scoffs: 'Well, I can believe a lot.'

'Yeah, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it—' Sam explains.

'Not even close.' Dean adds seriously.

'And we thought we could use some fresh eyes.'

'Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?' Bobby asks.

'Yeah, um, all right.' Sam gestures to the bed; Bobby picks up the empty takeout tray and peers at it, sets it aside, and sits down.

'So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So, we pretexted as reporters from the local paper.' Sam tells what happened...

Somewhere else, at the beginning of the week. A woman wakes up in a bed. Dean isn't here. Rose feels the sheets; they feel different. She opens her eyes and looks around the room: 'This is not the motel where she fell asleep. She knows this house, though.

She slips out of bed, wearing an outfit she hasn't slept in since she was... She cuts her finger and sees the blood dripping out since she was human.

Rose looks at the drop of blood on her finger. She lowers her hand and gets out of bed. If she remembers correctly, this is her closet. She opens the two doors at the same time. She takes on a yellow dress with white lacing. She bought this one with her mother and wore it a lot after she got married.

She looks in the standing mirror; a girl giggles behind her: 'There has to be something, Rosalie.'

She turns around: 'You know I don't like to gossip.' She smooths a fold in her dress: 'And even if I did. There is nothing to tell Alice.'

'There has to be something. You know how much I like to gossip.' Alice gets up, follows Rose downstairs, and stops in front of a bookcase.

Rose wearing her yellow dress, takes the book Alice was holding in her memory. It's a romantic novel, the only kind of book Alice shows interest in. They went to the town that day. She remembers seeing Stefan. He smiled at her and Alice... She made her promise to not tell anyone about it. And to her own surprise, Alice kept it to herself. She walks through the room into the hall. She tries to open the door: 'Locked.'

Sam is sarcastic: 'Right! And that's how it really happened.'

Dean shrugs.

'I don't sound like that, Dean!'

'That's what you sound like to me.'

Bobby stares from Dean to Sam and back: 'Okay. What's going on with you two?

'Nothing. No— it's nothing.' Sam quickly says.

'No, come on. You're bickering like an old married couple.'

'Look, it,' Sam sighs: 'we've just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it.'

'Okay.' Bobby gives in.

Sam nods: 'So anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we checked out the crime scene.'