With Lucifer mere inches from her, Rose could only wonder about her own stubbornness. It had gotten her into trouble countless times before. Now, here she was again, staring down one of the most evil things in the universe- and for what? Sam? Not The Doctor, not her family, just someone she'd met in the house. In that context, it all seemed stupid. Rose was filled with insurmountable dread. Sam Winchester was not worth this.

This was the last thought Rose could recall with any clarity. Lucifer's hand dove beneath her rib cage. Though she was dreaming, the pain seemed blindingly real. Each movement of his hand sent another shockwave through her, like her insides were melting and her exterior was falling apart at the joints. The Devil made no attempt at gentleness. The blonde cried out in agony, her head slamming into the wall behind her.

The look on his face when he was through would have made her proud. Rose had shown Satan himself what she was capable of. Unfortunately, the girl was too busy gasping for breath, trying to convince herself that she hadn't just died.