Rose quickly stood. The last thing she needed was Dean seeing her clinging to Sam's shirt. Again transported, her eyes scanned the company present. This clearly wasn't her dream; half the people weren't even familiar.

She was done with the nightmare rubbish. Rose didn't even trust Sam so much anymore, and he'd been the closest thing she'd had to a best friend in the house. She took a step away from him as her finger found the trigger of the shotgun. There was one bullet left in the Boswell. Wound up as she was, Rose wouldn't need to be pushed much to find it a home.