Rose Miller: Looking for truth

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Dean drives, looking at the road. He doesn't look at Rose; he avoids looking at her. He tried to explain what happened in 'the real world about how she rescued him and his brother from a demon called Meg. It's where he first met her. He tells her about hunting in general but doesn't say anything about their relationship. It is one, right? He thinks so and wants it to be. Seeing her with Stefan today made him angry and upset.

'Ok, I hunt.' She says: 'Like you and your brother. And you do get along in 'reality'. That explains some things. He shakes his head. 'So, there is nothing between us?' She looks at him, waiting for an answer.

He glances at her from the corner of his eyes. When his eyes are back on the road: 'Maybe.' He didn't expect her to ask.

'Ok.' She says. She doesn't say anything else.

He tries to think about what this reaction means. Everything went differently here. He doesn't understand why she is in their life this way, but he is not about to ask. What if he doesn't like the answer. He is pretty sure he is not going to like it.

Rose breaks the silence: 'I guess the blood is for the Djinn?'

'Huh?'

'The blood you brought in that bag.' She points at it.

'Yeah, I need a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood.'

Dean drives between a few buildings; when he arrives at the same old factory where he was attacked by de Djinn, he stops the car. He looks at Rose, who is sleeping. After their talk, she fell asleep, which maybe was a good thing. She couldn't ask any more questions that way. He didn't know how to answer them all. He looks at her. He wants to reach for her, to wake her up. Instead, he picks up his flashlight.

Rose moves; she stretches and looks at him: 'Is this the place?' She looks outside: 'Where are we?'

'Well, we're not in Kansas anymore.' He chuckles. When there's no reaction, his smile dies: 'Illinois.'

'And you think it's here?'

'I know it is.'

Dean starts walking down the hallway the same way as last time when he got attacked. Rose listens closely. It appears to be empty. There is a sound.

'That way.' Rose whispers.

Dean understands and heads in that direction. They enter a big room, and bodies hang from the ceiling. He looks closer at one of them, shining his flashlight on it. A drained blood bag hung beside her. He looks further to the right and recognizes one: 'It's her.'

'Don't say you know her?' Rose asks.

'I saw her around.' He explains. He sees something moving, and Rose pulls him away so they can hide. Before waking up, the woman Dean saw starts sobbing and pleading to the Djinn, who now stands before her. The Djinn touches her face: 'SLEEP.' Her head falls forward, eyes still open, and her feet relax, lowering forward again. The Djinn rests his face against her arms, touching her right arm and breathing heavily, eyes closed. He then goes for the blood bag, pulls out one straw, puts it in his mouth, and drinks her blood.

The Djinn leaves, and Dean approaches the woman: 'What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish. It just makes you think it has.'

Rose follows behind him. Dean starts to gag, having little trouble breathing, probably shocked for starting to realize what's going on.

'Are you ok?' She asks him, worried: 'Dean, what's going on?'

He breathes heavily: 'What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here someplace? What if all this is in my head?'

'So, what if that's true.' Rose reacts slowly: 'Maybe it gives you some supernatural aid, and that thing feeds on you slowly. Does it make any sense, though?'

'I don't know.' He says, what if this is a dream? He turns towards her: 'I don't think you're real.'

'How would you know? For sure, I mean?'

'There's one way to be sure.' He pulls out the silver knife: 'It's an old wives' tale. You wake up if you're about to die in a dream.

'You're going to kill yourself.' She realizes.

'Or I'm going to wake up. One of the other.' He turns the knife on himself, takes both his hands to the handle, ready to thrust it into himself.

Suddenly Mary walks up next to him in the same nightgown she died in.

Rose's face changes: 'Why'd you have to keep digging?'

Mary approaches him: 'Put the knife down, honey.'

'You're not real.' He has tears in his eyes: 'None of it is.'

'It doesn't matter.' His mother says: 'It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home.'

He shakes his head: 'I'll die.' His voice breaks: 'The Djinn will... drain the life out of me in a couple of days.'

'But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime....' Mary says.

Dean inhales and whispers: 'I'm sorry.' He thrusts the knife into himself, and blood immediately comes out of his mouth.

'Dean.' Rose yells.