DEAR JACK,
How did we drift so far apart?
Once I used to feel you and I felt whole
When I left, she had stolen everything that belonged to my heart.

❂

JACK HAD SHORTENED THEIR JOURNEY THROUGH THE WOODS AND THE TWO HAD APPEARED IN A CABIN THAT WAS UNOCCUPIED. Muffled voices could be heard on the other side of the door, causing both to look to one another. Both could sense the energies of angels, and there were very few at camp. Jack had been hoping to see Castiel again, while Rose had hoped to see no one else besides Jack.

Sighing, Rose had made the first move to interrupt the conversation outside. The two had stood in the doorway of both Castiel and Lucifer in conversation that soon cut off. Castiel had shifted his eyes across the two before turning away. Lucifer on the other hand had a smile grow as he had been waiting for a conversation with these two for quite some time.

"Son," Lucifer said with a smile, "Sons girlfriend," he said with a nod in her direction.

"It's Jack and Rose," Jack said sternly.

"Oh, see, when you say it like that, it's precious," Lucifer grinned, lightly smacking Cas in the chest, "Jack and Rose like the Titanic. Tell me, Jack, did you pain her like one of your French girls, if you know what I mean." He had sent his son a quick wink that was not that secretive. Rose had let out a soft scoff as she turned her attention away.

"I'm not sure what that means. I don't know how to paint," Jack said in confusion.

"Oh, come on!" Lucifer called out in shock, "Rose, you really never showed him that movie yet?"

Castiel watched as Rose's dangerous look settled on Lucifer and felt the need to interrupt. As much as he hated Lucifer, to allow Rose to hurt him in any way was not smart just yet. They needed him as of now and he knew that Jack would not forgive her. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention to Jack. "Jack, talking with Lucifer is not a good idea."

"I'm not going to talk. I'm going to listen," Jack confirmed, which had only disappointed Castiel.

Leaning in towards Cas, Lucifer chose to mock him, "He's going to listen." Sighing softly, Lucifer collected his thoughts as he focused his attention on Jack. "Wow," he breathed, "This dad things is sort of new to me. So, um, do you have any questions that you wanna ask? Do you need the sex talk or are we passed that?"

Rose had accepted that it was too much for her to be around Lucifer and made her way between Cas and Lucifer for an exit. However, Castiel had grabbed the crook of her arm before she could head off just yet. Leaning in close, he hoped the conversation would be as private as it could get. "You are allowed to talk to me about what happened here."

Rose had pulled her arm free as she furrowed her brows at Cas. Deep inside, she knew she had trusted him. He was always one she could trust. He had risked his own relationship with Sam and Dean to hold a secret of hers before hand and that would never change. But Rose was different this time around. Not because she had been a demon, but because of a woman that had forced her way into her life.

Rose's eyes fell down to the ground as she took a step back. Soon, her eyes had shifted around the campsite, hoping that Constance had not been around to see her speaking with Castiel. She was supposed to be preparing to leave by nightfall and she had yet to do that.

"Rose," Castiel spoke out, wishing for her attention. Instead, she had kept her eyes focused off him and turned her back on the group before heading off once again. Lucifer had sent Cas a smile in return. "Kid trouble? Come on, dad to dad, how do we handle these rascals?"

"She is not my child and she is not a... a rascal," he stated sharply before his small moment of hesitation. Rascal was a strange word, but he wasn't sure he would use it to describe Rose. Rather than worry about if she was what Lucifer said, he had watched as she kept her head low and made her way through camp.

As she had rounded a corner, Rose had felt herself come to a stop before she looked up. Standing before her was Constance but her demeanor had changed. She had been as unsettling as she had always been. This was a different type of unsettling— she had seemed excited. Rose wondered if she had heard of the arrival of the Winchesters and what that would mean for them.

"I was going to go pack," Rose said. Constance had grabbed her roughly by her arm, pulling her over to a log that had been used as a bench and forced her to sit down. Settling in the seat down beside her, she had kept her eyes on Rose— Rose had kept her eyes at her feet.

"Don't bother," she whispered excitedly. "Have you heard the news?"

Rose looked up in question. "The new arrivals?"

"You didn't tell me those Winchesters had Lucifer in their back pocket. Have you spoken with him yet?"

"Yeah, he's an ass," Rose said. Soon enough, she felt her face grabbed as Constance forced her to look her way. The excitement had washed away and a cold, dangerous look had replaced her eyes. "Don't disrespect him. I told you how much someone like him could help us."

"This isn't the same Lucifer you know. I didn't mean to... disrespect."

Constance pulled her hand away. "This one is better. Lucifer of this world is dead and useless. This one is perfect and his vessel..." Constance cleared her throat as she leaned in closer to Rose. "Your Winchesters and your God, they don't compare. This one will change the world for us."

"He'll kill any of us. He only wants Jack."

"And you have his boy," Constance clarified. "I think it'd be best if we did speak with Jack about our plans. He might be of some use now. But you stay away from those Winchesters and their angels. They're bad news. They're already disgusted with what you are."

Rose's eyes shifted over to Constance's to see if she had been speaking the truth. As far as she could see, she was right. The way Dean had looked at her had been different and there was no going back. From a distance, he had given that same look as he carefully watched the two.

Coming up behind him, Sam slapped his hand down on his back as he followed where his eyes had been. "What's going on?"

"You ever seen that lady before?"

Sam stayed silent as he looked over Constance carefully. Nothing had struck him as strange and he ended up shaking his head. "No. But, hey, they've been here for a while. They probably made some friends. What'd Mom say about it all?"

"Nothing. She just said crap happened that she couldn't fix. Apologized. She wants us to talk to Rose. I'm just waiting for the creep to go away."

Sam was quiet as he stayed to watch with Dean. He had also wanted to talk to Rose, but Dean needed to be watched and he knew he needed to be there to hear her side of the story. "Dean," he began quietly. "Don't do what I think you're gonna do. Just give her a break, okay? Don't hit her with a ton of questions or hold anything against her."

Dean had scoffed at his brother. Sam wasn't sure if his scoffed was in annoyance that he'd think Dean would do such a thing, or if Dean was beyond that. He would do what it would take to get something from Rose and if he didn't like it, he'd have something to say about it.

It wasn't long before Constance had felt satisfied with Rose's responses and agreement to work with her and Lucifer before she had headed off and left her all alone. Rose had kept her head down, pulling down her sleeves and she let out a defeated sigh. Leaving would have been easier than staying.

The seat beside her had only remained empty for a short time before Dean took a seat, nudging her in the side. "Okay, kid, let's here it. Full run down."

Coming up to them, Sam dug his hands into his hands into his jacket pockets and let out a sigh to show his brother his true annoyance. "Dean, what'd we talk about."

"Forgot," Dean said quickly, barely giving a glance towards his brother. He had remembered, but he had wanted the full story of what had went down. "So, let's hear it."

A frown had deepened on her face as she shrugged to Dean. When he had mocked her shrug in return, she felt there was no other option than to tell him. "Jack and I showed up here. Where'd you go?"

"Crap hole," he shot back. "Continue."

"We found Mary. She was with Michael and we escaped. Ran into Bobby, fought some angels, and then you showed up."

"That's all?" When she hadn't responded, he had shifted in his spot and gave her a look that told her that he wanted much more. "Okay, fine, since you're playing dumb..."

"Dean," Sam warned, however, he was brushed off completely.

"How'd you die, huh? Was it Jack?"

Startled, Rose scoffed loudly as she spun her head in his direction. "Is that what you think of him? He'd never do that to me."

"Then spill. Who killed you?"

There was a hesitation as her eyes turned away from him. "I did," she breathed out. Telling Dean about Constance would only create more drama than needed. And she did not know how to explain how a mom could hurt her kid like that. She was certain a part of Constance loved her, but a bigger part of her had feared what would happen if she didn't love Constance back.

She had tried to look towards Sam but out of shame, she looked down to her lap. She let out a small laugh, as if the situation she had put herself into was some joke. "I don't know what you want me to say. I was saving people."

"Saving people..." Dean chuckled. "Hear that, Sammy?"

Ignoring Dean, Sam had looked to Rose softly. "What about yourself? I thought you'd never want this..."

"I don't know," she admitted. "I thought this whole thing is all about saving people. If I can't do that then... why the hell am I here?"

Shuffling over, Sam had fallen in the other spot beside her. "That's not the point. There's other ways to save people but doing that..."

"She made her choice, Sam," Dean declared. "Well, how about that lady that doesn't seem to know what personal space is. I swear, she's worse than Cas."

Keeping her head hung low, Rose had shook her head. No part of her had wanted to tell them about who she had been, but with both Winchester eyes on her, she was hesitant. "It doesn't matter," she whispered.

"Doesn't matter?" Dean repeated in question. He had shifted himself and Rose had flinched as she turned her head away from him. Constance had always made a grab for her when Rose had said something she didn't like and her instinct couldn't be stopped. Sam had taken notice and narrowed his eyes at her. "Rose, you're safe to tell us."

She looked over to Sam and he had seen the pain and defeat in her eyes. She was not the same as she had once been and he wished there was more he could do to make it all go away. "It's my Mom," she said softly. "Her name is Constance. She's a witch."

"Your mom?" Sam questioned curiously. Both brothers had met each other's eyes over her, unsure how to take that news. Neither had prepared for this type of scenario and now that it was here in front of them, it was just as confusing. "Rose, that's not your mom."

"I know," she whispered. "She's my Mom in a different world though and that means something. She's the only blood I have left because Crowley left me."

Dean shook his head in disbelief. "No, Crowley didn't leave you. He died saving you. This lady is not your mom, she's pretending to be, okay?"

Rose turned her head over to him with a dangerous glare. "Then what does that say about you? You pretend to be my brother or my dad. I'm not your family." Standing up, she had looked down to the boys as her chest rose and fell in anger. "Crowley died for nothing because Lucifer is still here and we're in another world. He left me and I died. Now I'm here and I'm a demon and you call us family but you hate what I am."

"You hate this," Dean reminded her as he stood up next. "Don't turn this on everyone else. Whatever this lady is saying to you, it's wrong. It's a lie. And I won't listen to it."

Rose interrupted him. "Did you look for us?"

Confusion swept over him until he realized that she was accusing them of not searching for them. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to make me feel like hell for being here for you. We looked, we're here, and we're bringing you home."

Rose stayed silent as she kept her eyes trained on him. Constance had made it clear to her that Sam and Dean didn't care and they would begin to care less when they saw she was no longer human. But now, looking at them and hearing them want to bring her back, it was all confusing because they did care and Constance was wrong. She lied.