Rose heard people approaching just as Castiel's other arm became free. Worried, she spun around to face whatever was there. The words "rescue you" were clear, though, and the female sounded like Brooke. Rose let out a relieved sigh. "Oi!" she cried, waving an arm, "Over 'ere!"

The blonde quickly turned to Castiel. She had really wanted to talk to him more in private. Without much warning, she leaned in close to his face. If she was lucky, she could clear up a thing or two before the others arrived. Whispering so only he could hear, she explained rapidly, "Listen. I know abou' the Winchesters. Sam tol' me wha' they are, wha' they do for a livin', an' I know you know 'em, so I, I mean ya don' 'ave t-" She could hear footsteps, and quickly silenced herself.

Rose stepped a few paces toward the voices. They had to be nearby, but the thick trees made it hard to tell. "Whatcha!" she yelled. "Tha' you, Brooke??"