do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
❛ right , i have to admit he is a book that i’d like to learn more about . i can’t believe i haven’t seen him around before . that is disappointing . but you should go ask him out . ❜
❛makes you wonder where he’s been hiding all this time — i don’t know , there’s a fifty - fifty chance he’d say no.❜
❛ could you stop being so dramatic for one second? i’m working a case. things got messy — obviously. i just need to use your shower and a first aid kit. ❜
❛i’m not being dramatic !— can’t you just promise me you’ll be a little more careful next time ? ?❜
eyes FLICKERED towards littered hallway , teeth sinking down on bottom lip for brief moments . had just saved the world ! & was now UNSURE on going to a simple party ? seemed stupid ! a pause , letting a soft smile fall across features as she looked back at the redhead . ❝ yeah , i’ll be there . TONIGHT ? ❞ though something at the back of her mind told her NO , that she should be spending the night helping the citizens of angel grove , rather than off at some house party getting wasted . ❝ though if my mom HAPPENS to call , i’m totally not there . ❞ or if a giant wall talking face appears .
it was the small victories, really , small triumphs like this that brought a little light to her day . surprised , yet pleased of the other’s compliance to her request , assuming it would be a much harder feat than it was / though there were no complaints from rosie . adjusting her strap upon her shoulder more firmly she shifted her weight , which closely resembled a sort of lively jolt .❛yes , tonight at seven — if you need the address i can text it to you .❜the redhead hummed , a small roll of her shoulder as she spoke .❛just tell her you’re coming over to mine to study . . .always works .❜
When he opened the motel door, he hadn’t exactly been expecting what he saw. Of course, in that moment of confusion, all he could offer her was a simple, “ Can I help you? ” at which time he learned her name. And, for some reason, it was familiar. Holt. Why did he know that name? He’d bet a fair amount of money that he’s known someone named Holt, but, for the love of all that’s good, he can’t remember who.
His eyes move from her to glance around her, down the line of motel room doors and through the parking lot. Then he gestures for her to come inside. She looked young and a little scared, maybe. He certainly couldn’t fight his need to help her.
As soon as Dean’s gotten the door closed behind her, he turns. The confusion still hasn’t left his features, but he’s determined to get answers.
“ – You said Holt.
Why do I know that name? ”
when the voices started , when the disappearance occurred , all she could think about was a tale / a memory / her mother would recant to her when she was younger — about two brothers who saved them from an unimaginable fate . which , in turn , inspired her search for them . would it be so awful to ask for their help once more ?
it took longer than she thought to obtain their location , too many minds to scour through ; she hated herself for having to do it , to intrude , to twist & manipulate , but desperate times call for desperate measures .
relief managed to re - wire her worry for a short time upon seeing the eldest winchester , quickly entering his temporary quarters as swiftly instructed .❛you helped my mom & me a long time ago , from a . . . from a demon with yellow eyes——? ? ❜ (but i think something went wrong.) she thought to herself .
rosie shouldn’t even remember those eyes , she shouldn’t even be in this situation — she just held hope that he could help her somehow / to put an end to this madness .
