--I know it's been awhile guys but you wanted a sequel and you got it!--
"Dean it's a baby..."
"Well she's a chick so that rules out Axl. How 'bout Rose..?"
"Maybe she's under...Here! No...Or maybe she's under here..!"
"Oh, don't you dare..-" SPLASH
"Ghe hee hee..."
"Rose is smart Dean. And, and she has these powers..."
"Get the hell away from her you psychotic son of a bitch..!"
"Aw isn't salt a bitch..?"
"...I could rule the world. And all I have to do is kill one weak little baby..."
"That's where you're wrong dumbass. She's stronger than you think..."
"My Sham, my Dean. No you..."
"There's my girl. You kicked some serious ass..!"
"Bye bye Rose..."
"Bye bye Dean..."
"I lowve you..!"
"Hey Sam, you would've made a great mommy..."
One Year Later...
"Where the hell is this thing?" Dean whispered harshly. They crept through the old building, nothing but cobwebs and dust surrounding them. Sunlight shone through the slits in the boarded up windows.
"Dean do you ever shut up?" Sam asked. Dean stuck his tongue out at Sam's back. They gripped their guns tightly.
"No as a matter of fact I don't." He said. "I forgot how at a young age." Sam rolled his eyes. They walked silently down the hall, stirring up dust every time they took a step. Down the hall they heard a loud "thump" and voices. Dean moved in front of Sam and grabbed the doorknob. He twisted it and shoved the door open, guns aimed and ready.
There was a demon up against a wall and a young girl a few feet front of him speaking Latin. They would have guessed she was a hunter, if her eyes weren't black. When they came in she stopped and turned.
"Hey, can you guys hang on for just a second? I'm kind of in the middle of something." She smirked.
"If you think we're lettin' a thing like you stay put-" Dean began. Before he could finish he and Sam flew against the wall.
"I asked nice boys." She shrugged. She had blonde, soft, curly hair, thin and very beautiful. She couldn't be more than sixteen. She turned back to the demon on the wall. "Now where were we honey?" She asked mockingly. "Oh yeah, I remember." She continued the exorcism. Sam and Dean tried desperately to move from the wall. "You are a stubborn ass aren't you?" She said. She shrugged. "Fine I guess we'll do this my way." There was a bright light and the demon was gone. The girl turned around and faced them.
"What the hell are you doin in that pretty girl's body?" Sam asked. She laughed.
"Oh sweetie this body's mine, has been for quite some time." She turned to Dean. "You're an idiot by the way." She said simply. Dean's brows furrowed.
"You know me?" He asked.
"How many people in this wide world don't know Sam and Dean Winchester?" She smirked.
"Point." Dean replied. "So who the hell are you bitch?" He asked bitterly.
"Aw Dean you don't remember me." She asked sweetly.
"Oh Dean you didn't." Sam said, disgusted.
"No Sham he didn't." She said.
"What'd you call me?" He asked.
"Oho, now Shammy remembers." She said. Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Oh my god," Dean said. "Rose?" She grinned.
"Faster than a speeding bullet huh?" She said. She snapped her fingers and they came off the wall.
"So, how did you get so..." Dean indicated to her figure and height. Sam slapped his arm. Rose laughed.
"Demons grow up faster than humans. Well, the few demon babies there are in this world do. To answer your question I developed. Ya know, my boobs got bigger, I started realizing boys don't have cooties...that whole schpeal." She said.
"What did you mean by I'm an idiot?" Dean asked.
"Dude I thought it was a little obvious." She said. Sam laughed. "Your deal? The one you made with that crossroads ho? Tell me when I'm gettin warm." She said.
"I know what you're talking about smart-ass." Dean said. She looked at Sam.
"Diggin' the skater look Sham. Major whoosh." She said. Sam and Dean shook their heads, unsure what she said was English.
"What the hell did you just say?" Dean asked. Rose laughed.
"His hair. A lot of guys that ride skateboards have his haircut. 'Whoosh' is when your hair goes off to one side and looks like the wind blew it." She said very slowly, like she was talking to children.
"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Sam asked.
"I'm a teenager. Learn my language or don't talk to me." She said. Sam rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. Dean leaned sideways.
"Where'd you get that, bumper-sticker?" He whispered.
"No," Rose said. "T-shirt." They laughed.
"Dude you are so stayin' with us." He said. Rose pursed her lips and nodded.
"Bitchin baby." She said. She turned her arm sideways and held her fist in front of his face.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.
"Ugh!" She said. She grabbed his hand made a fist and brought it on her own. She rolled her eyes and walked away. "God old people are lame." She said. Dean creased his brows.
"I'm not old." He said, unheard by Rose. He walked into the hall and caught up to her. "So how old are you?" He asked.
"Fifteen." She said. "You wanna know my sign too?" She asked. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Ha ha. You're hilarious." He said. "What happened to your mom?" She shrugged.
"She ditched me a few months ago." She said. "I was...eleven at the time. It was bogus. I'll bet the stupid crack whore's in hell with Daddy." She said, as if it were normal. Dean shook his head.
"You're weird." He smiled. She shrugged.
"If I am it's your fault." She said.
"How's it my fault?" He asked defensively.
"You were the one who used to sing 80's rock music to me." She said, walking faster. "Yes I remember." She said.
Dean shook his head. This was gonna be fun, then again sarcasm is beautiful thing.
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