Chapter 34

"That was weird," Dean said as we got back into the Impala and drove down the street. I saw the church from the pictures in the newspaper and told him to park nearby.

"Yeah, you're telling me." I said while I kept my eyes on the church. I turned to look at Dean. "What's the game plan?"

"Well, Billy down at the morgue sold me an eighth and I was thinking later we could pick up a handle of something, anything really, and have ourselves a bit of fun tonight." He said with a smirk, winking at me. I bit my lip to keep the smile off my face and tried to think about our job rather than what a fun night with Dean would entail. It was just too hard.

"So, James Dean? Really?" I asked him. "You think you're as smooth as James Dean?"

"James Dean wishes he could be as smooth as me." He replied, leaning closer to me. I rubbed my lips together and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure James Dean just wishes he was alive, but sure, whatever you say." I smirked, leaning a little more towards him, following his lead. I loved to play this game with Dean. We were both masters at it so it was always a toss-up when deciding who the winner was. But we both knew it was always me.

"Well, you know Marilyn Monroe wishes she had your body." He said. His lips were just mere inches from mine and I could feel his hot breath against my face.

"So are you telling me now that you're into role-play?" I asked. A look of pain flashed across his face for a moment and I pulled away, worried. "What? Are you okay?"

He groaned and rubbed his face.

"I just pictured you dressed up as Marilyn Monroe and it was one of the hottest things I've ever imagined." He whined. I smirked and mentally added another tick under my name. I totally won this round.

We both jumped at the sound of someone rapping their knuckles against my window and I turned to see the good Reverend Carter staring coldly at us. I fumbled for the button on the door and lowered the window so he could lean in.

"You two kids wouldn't be doing something unmentionable in front of my house of worship, would you?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No, sir."

"I suggest you two buckle your seat belts and go on back home." He reached towards me and I panicked and tried to pull back. He brushed his hand through my hair and I shivered when he pulled away slowly. I was so shocked that I almost didn't feel the pricks behind my ear when he pulled his hand away. He stuck his hands in his pockets but the sun glistened against the thin black strands hanging out of his pocket against his black suit as he stepped away from the car. "You have a nice night."

"What a freak," Dean muttered as he rolled up my window.

"Oh god," I whispered. The feeling of panic was pressing against my lungs and it felt like I was stuck in a small, dark, enclosed space.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You didn't see that?" I asked. "He pulled out some of my hair!"

...

Dean drove immediately back to the motel and started pacing back and forth while I looked for Reverend Carter's home address in the yellow pages. It started to get dark out and I was trying not to think about how long it should take someone to make a Voodoo doll.

"Why didn't you stop him?" He asked.

"Stop him from being creepy? I'm sorry I wasn't able to defend myself from him running his hand through my hair." I snapped. I bent over my knees and held my head in my hands. I was so screwed.

"He could be in his basement right now making a Voodoo doll with your hair right now!" He exclaimed angrily. "You could die in a matter of seconds."

I stood up angrily and pushed him back, glaring at him. "Then why the hell are you just pacing around for? I'm sorry that I froze when it happened and I didn't stop him, but yelling at me isn't helping!"

I turned away and tried to take a deep, calming breath. Was this it? I didn't die in that storage box and maybe I was supposed to. Maybe I'm just living on borrowed time.

Dean pulled me back to him and held me in his arms.

"You're not going to die." He said. I started to reply but the sound of my cell phone going off stopped me. I stayed in his arms for a second longer, not knowing if I was going to be able to feel his protection later when everything was over, before I pulled away and went to answer my phone.

"Agent Wilson?" A girl answered back on the other line.

"Yes," I said. "Who is this?"

"I'm one of the girls you spoke to at the club earlier. I got your number from the bartender."

"Well," I said, looking back at Dean who had moved to my laptop. "I'm kinda busy right now."

"I'm sure, it's just… that guy came back." I paused and tried to steady my breathing. "And he pulled out a chunk of my hair."

"You didn't think you should maybe just stay away from him?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hey, bitch, he came up behind me and there was nothing I could do." She snapped. I sighed.

"Sorry, it's just…" I sighed again and rubbed my forehead. "My partner and I are doing everything we can. The most I can tell you right now is to stay with someone until we find him and take care of him."

"Yeah, right, well thanks for nothing." She said, hanging up after. I pulled my phone away and plopped down on the bed, exhausted.

"You okay?" Dean asked. I stared at him for a moment, wondering how I should answer.

Truthfully I felt like I really needed to re-evaluate my life. Chasing after creatures from scary stories and fairy tales didn't exactly seem like the best way to spend the rest of my life. On the other hand, a life without Dean seemed far worse than anything I've ever had to face. Even my near death experiences weren't as terrifying as the thought of leaving Dean for a normal life.

"I'll be fine as soon as we get a hold of my Voodoo doll." I told him. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to me. I took it graciously and he pulled me up.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be at his apartment." He said.

"Except we don't know where he lives," I said, trailing off as he held up a piece of paper with an address on it.

"Except… we do."

...

Dean stood watch as I bent down to pick the lock of the reverend's door and I smirked when I heard the lock click. What could I say? It was second-nature.

We walked in, Dean closing the door behind him, and started looking around the small, tidy space. It didn't really look like a man of God lived here, but you can't always tell.

"Where should we start?" I asked. Dean shrugged and started rummaging around the living room. I headed towards the stairs, holding on to the railing, when I heard a loud pop and felt blinding white pain from my shoulder. I cried out and fell to my knees, cradling my right arm.

"Rose?" Dean ran over to me. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, not knowing what happened.

"She dislocated her shoulder." We both looked up and saw the reverend at the top of the stairs, holding a doll in front of him. He took the right arm of the doll and started twisting it slowly. I bit my lip in pain, trying not to scream and give him any satisfaction. It hurt like fucking hell.

Dean stood and pulled out his gun, pointing it at him. He stopped twisting the doll's arm but smirked.

"Infidelity is a lot of things, you know." The reverend said, walking down the stairs. He patted my head and I tried to swat him away with my good arm. He chuckled and continued to his living room. Dean pulled me up and kept me close as he followed Carter.

"Yeah, but she's not a stripper like the rest of your victims." Dean said.

"Infidelity doesn't have to mean only adultery. Betrayal falls under the category just fine."

"She didn't betray you. We don't even know you." Dean snapped.

"Yes, but you were planning on coming here to kill me, weren't you?" He asked. Dean didn't say anything and that was all the answer that the reverend needed. "I guess I'll just have to kill your girlfriend instead."

He pinched the doll's neck between two fingers and started to squeeze gently. As it was happening, my air supply started to get cut off. I tried to gasp for air but he smirked and squeezed a little more tightly. I fell to my knees again and grasped at my throat. I grabbed Dean's leg and he dropped down beside me.

"Stop it!" Dean yelled. The edges of my vision started to go cloudy and white and swore that I was seeing stars. I could only hear the sound of my heartbeat as it got slower… and slower…

"Rose!" I heard someone calling far off in the distance.

"She looks dead."

"She's not dead. I can feel her heartbeat. Rose, come on."

"Even if she ain't dead, she sure looks it."

I opened my eyes blearily and saw Dean glaring at Madame Caraby who was taking the stitching out of the Voodoo doll.

"Just because she looks dead, doesn't mean she is dead, okay lady?" She shrugged and lit the thread that she pulled out of the doll on fire. Dean turned back to me and let out a relieved sigh when he saw my eyes open. "Oh, thank god."

"Far as I can tell, God hasn't done anything for you worth thanking," Madame Caraby muttered. Dean ignored her and brushed the hair out of my face.

"What happened?" I asked hoarsely.

"Well, really, the only thing I could do was shoot him." Dean said only looking somewhat sorry. "I grabbed the doll and found a box of other dolls and figured the best thing to do was bring all of them and you here. I'm starting to realize that it wasn't the best idea."

"Please, boy, you tickle me." Madame Caraby said sarcastically. She tossed the unstitched canvas in her fireplace and nodded to herself. "That's the last of 'em."

"And you're sure that the curse is off?" Dean asked. She raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

"Are you questioning me?" Dean hesitated and then shook his head. "Good, now get outta here."

Dean rolled his eyes but helped me up and guided me towards the front door.

"Thanks for your help," I called behind me before I shut the door. Dean helped me into the Impala and started to drive us back to the motel.

"Do you have any requests for our next destination?" He asked. I bit my lip in thought.

"Well, I have a request, but it doesn't have anything to do with where we're gonna go next." I said, smirking slightly.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He asked.

"Well, didn't you say something earlier about an eighth and a handle of anything I wanted?" I asked. Dean nodded and smirked back at me.

"I like the way you think, Rosie."

...

September 13, 2005

"Something is starting to happen. I think…" The voicemail was starting to cut out and it was hard to make out, even as I listened to it for the umpteenth time. "I need to find what's going on… Be very careful."

"It's been almost three months," Dean said. He was tense and we were sitting in the Impala outside of Santa Clara Valley, California. I really didn't want to be here and Dean knew that. But I knew that we didn't really have a choice.

"I know," I said quietly. "He isn't answering his phone either."

"He always calls or answers." I pulled out a map of California from the glove box.

"How do we even know he'll want to help?" I asked Dean. "He hasn't exactly wanted much to do with us since he left."

"There's no one else to turn to," Dean said. He looked at me and I could see how worried he was. "Look, I don't like it, either. But Jericho is so close anyway. What if,"

He paused and looked away. We could hear kids running around outside.

"What if what, Dean?" I asked.

"Never mind." He said. I sighed and looked outside the window.

"Look, I'm just as worried about your dad as you are." I told him. "I really am. He's the only father I've ever known. But we've dealt with much worse stuff before by ourselves. The Harpy," I said, "and that boggart. Don't forget that deity."

"But nothing has ever kept dad from calling us or somehow contacting us before. All we've had was this voice message." Dean said in his 'that's final' voice. He sat up and started the engine without looking at me. "We need him, Rosie."

...

We got to the University admissions right before they were going to close and I noticed it was a male student still working. I motioned for Dean to stay outside and I unbuttoned the first few buttons on my collar to show a little cleavage.

"Hey," I called, smiling at him. He looked young, definitely a freshman or sophomore. He seemed nervous and looked around for anyone else.

"I was just about to lock up." He said.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but could you look something up for me? My brother wanted me to come visit but he forgot to tell me where he lived. He's an idiot like that sometimes." He nodded and sat down at one of the computers, glancing below my neckline a few times.

"What's his name?" He asked. I told him and he wrote down his address and apartment number for me. I thanked him and quickly left, meeting Dean at the Impala. We drove to the apartment building and waited until we knew he'd be sleeping.. We quietly got into the building and got to the right apartment on the third floor. Dean bent down to pick the lock but he was taking too long.

"Bet you I could break in through a window and let you in before you get it unlocked." I smirked. Dean looked up at me. Growing up with John's obstacle courses, picking locks had always been Dean's weak point. Sam and I were always much better at it. Besides, I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and I was hungry.

"You're on." He said. I quietly ran out and found the window to the apartment right near a fire escape. I stood next to the closest tree and jumped up, grabbing the lowest branch and hauling myself up. I carefully climbed over onto the fire escape and made my way up to the window. It had been the first in the hall so it was easy to find. The window opened easily and I pulled myself up and into his living room. I passed his open bedroom which I'm sure he was sleeping peacefully inside, and went to the front door, unlocking it and opening it.

"I win," I whispered. Dean glared and pushed through, knocking something over. I glared at him and snuck into the kitchen. I saw a shadow across the wall and heard Dean start to fight with someone. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the living room and watched the two as Sam unknowingly fought with his older brother. Dean knocked him down and I turned on a table lamp, illuminating the scene.

"Easy tiger," Dean told him with a smirk. Sam glanced at me in the doorway and back up at Dean.

"Dean? Rose?" He asked, panting slightly from the fight. "You scared the crap out of me."

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END!

I'm sorry it took me so freaking long to update this last chapter. My laptop died literally seconds after I posted chapter 33. It was very frustrating, to put it lightly. However, I now have a beautiful, fast, amazing new desktop :) Please, feel jealous. It's taken me a while to get used to the new Windows 7, but I love it so much. And Microsoft 2010 is nice, too. Anyway, enough bragging.

Thank you guys for being so patient waiting for this chapter and the finale of LOAH. I am pleased to say that there is a sequel in the works and I plan to post the first chapter very, very shortly :)

I hope you guys liked the whole story and I hope you're all ready to learn more about Rose's past and her involvement in the series. There are a lot of surprises in store.

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-Erin