you were the shadow to my light

Sam thought about it for a few moments, not really sure what to do. He didn't want to go there and nothing be wrong and for it to cause more problems for the girls overall. He knew how worried Rosie was, after all, so showing up there would probably make her worry more. Still, there was a pit in his stomach that seemed to keep growing, and he wanted to listen to it, he wanted to make sure Rosie was okay, he wanted to see Rosie. "Let's go check," he said firmly, nodding as he got into the car.

Dean nodded, silently thanking his lucky stars that the cul-de-sac wasn't too far away from the police station. Exiting onto the road that lead them there, Dean didn't notice his hands silently trembling. The pit in his stomach kept growing, and Dean had to constantly reassure himself that Alice, his Alice, was alright. Turning a sharp right to where they were not even forty five minutes before, Dean slammed his foot down on Baby's brakes, and she came to a screeching halt outside of the house that Dean was sure Rosie and Alice went to. "C'mon Sammy."

Sam was quick to climb out of the car, rushing into the house as he looked around. "Rosie?" he called out, though he could feel a slight... Fear run down his spine when he didn't hear anything in response. His eyes scanned the area and he quickly proceeded through the house, his concern growing, though he told himself that, maybe, just maybe, they'd gone to the next victim's house. And, for a moment, he was almost convincing himself of that, until he saw the ring on the ground, and his heart sank. Rosie would never just leave that ring lying around anywhere - it was too precious to her. "Dean!" he shouted, looking frantically for Rosie now or any sign of her, his panic building, his heart sinking further. Moving over to the ring, he knelt to pick it up, his heart then breaking as he was forced to acknowledge the reality that Rosie wasn't there, that something had happened, and he hadn't been there for her, he hadn't been there to protect her.

"Alice? Honey, where are you?" Dean called, looking through the eerily quiet building. Hearing Sam's call, Dean came running in, seeing Sam kneeling on the ground. "Oh god, oh no." Stepping closer to his brother, Dean noticed a cell phone, less than a foot away from Rosie's mother's ring. "Oh no," Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dean felt his chest tightening, feeling as if he was about to cry at any moment. Knowing that Alice wouldn't go anywhere without her phone, Dean fell onto his knees, grabbing the device from the carpet. "Sam," his voice cracked. "Sam, they're gone." He felt warm tears rushing down his cheeks, and he gripped onto Alice's phone with a vice tight grip. "They're gone."

Sam could feel his heart clenching, breaking, and he struggled to keep his calm. He'd lost Rosie, she was gone, and he didn't even know where to begin on getting her back, or where she was, or what had even taken her. "Dammit!" he hissed out, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm down, but found it impossible. Before he could really stop himself, he found himself punching the floor once, twice, too many times to count, before he rested his forehead on the floor, trying not to cry. The tears broke through, though, the pain of losing Rosie being too much - she meant everything to him, he couldn't lose her. But he had.

A small, quiet groan escaped Alice as she started to wake up, resting a hand on her head as she pushed herself up and looked around. Wherever she was, she didn't really recognize it, and she felt disoriented. But, beside her, she could see Rosie, and she sighed out in relief as she crawled over to shake her friend gently. "Rosie?" she called out quietly, "Rosie, wake up." Frowning, she scanned around them, trying to find anything that might look familiar to her, but she was at a loss at this point, and that worried her greatly.

Rosie groaned in discomfort, swatting Alice's hand away as if it was Sam waking her up. "Alice?" She croaked, her eyes opening. "What the fuck happened?" Pushing herself up slowly, Rosie flinched as her head began to spin. "A witch. Of all things. Typical." She rolled her eyes, suddenly realising that they weren't in the house they were just in. "Where are we?" She murmured, looking around. "What the -" she patted her pockets, trying to remember if she had remembered her phone out of the Impala. "God fucking dammit." She murmured. "Alice, you alright?"

"I'm alright," Alice assured her quietly, nodding, before she looked around with a small frown, "I mean... I don't really know where we are or how we got here, but I'm alright." It was strange - if the witch had taken them somewhere, then where was she? Sighing out, she climbed to her feet and brushed herself off before she held a hand out to help her friend. "Are you alright?" she asked gently before she peered around, "We should get out of here. Or... Try to, if that witch is around, but... Either way it goes, we can't stay here." They needed to find Sam and Dean and fill them in, she needed to really just see Dean after all of that.

Rosie took Alice's hand, offering her a grateful smile. "Yeah, I think so... I think I hit my head on the way down." She frowned, rubbing the back of her head. "But yeah, we need to get outta here before that bitch comes back." Rosie, trying her hardest not to miss Sam, led the way down, what seemed to be, an abandoned, old house hallway. "My god, this place looks like it hasn't been lived in for years." She murmured, touching the wallpaper, which was peeling away from the wall.

Alice looked around at the area around them, noticing the dust, how creaky the house was - how silent it was, to the point that she could hear her own breathing. It left an unsettled feeling in her gut, but she pushed it away and shook her head. "I don't remember seeing any abandoned buildings where we were," she admitted quietly, which worried her, because, if that was the case, where the hell were they? Trying to ignore the sinking feeling she had, she continued on, peering around a bit. "I don't like this at all." She looked to her friend, a small, concerned frown on her features.

"Me either," Rosie whispered. "It was a suburban heaven, how the hell did this happen?" Rosie looked at Alice, noticing her concerned face. "Hey, c'mon. Brave face." Rosie strutted confidently towards the front door. Ignoring Alice's last statement, Rosie reached out with a hesitant hand, touching the door handle carefully. "Well, I'm not dead or fried to a crisp, that's a bonus." She joked, looking at Alice. "Great, huh?" She pulled the door open, revealing a completely different neighbourhood to the one they were in previously. "Um, Alice... You should see this."

Alice had fallen silent during the last of the walk through the house, though she was relieved when it seemed like they could actually leave the place. Hearing Rosie, though, her brows furrowed. "What? What should I see?" she asked with confusion before she quickly made her way closer, pausing when she got close enough to look outside, her heart sinking. "What...? Where are we?" Her voice had softened, disheartened by the fact that she didn't recognize the area at all. Stepping out of the house, she peered around. "This entire area looks completely abandoned. How are we even here?"

"God knows, but we need to find people, and fast." Rosie frowned, having learned some survival skills from Sam over the years. Walking down the porch steps that lead up to the house, Rosie looked around, quickly scoping out the neighbourhood. "Do you think we can wire a car? Didn't Dean teach you?" She asked Alice, looking over her shoulder briefly, walking towards an old Volkswagen Beetle, pulling her hair down from it's ponytail to try and relieve her tension headache.

"Right," Alice confirmed quietly, "It was basically one of the first things he taught me." She tried not to be amused with the memory of it, how long it had taken her to learn, how many times she'd screwed it up, how amused Dean had been. Clearing her throat, she made her way over. "Maybe we could paint it up like Herbie," she tried to joke as she got started, glad that it was still light out so that she could see everything. She didn't bother asking Rosie to keep an eye out - clearly, the place was deserted and, even if somebody was around there somewhere, it probably wouldn't matter too much. After stripping the appropriate wires with a pocket knife she still had on her, and focused on sparking the wires until the car came alive and she looked at Rosie. "Let's get out of here."

Rosie’s grin lit up at the sound of Herbie. “Aw, Herbie! I loved that movie!” Stepping back to let Alice do her thing, Rosie grabbed the opportunity to look around. The birds were absent from the trees, and the cars looked like they belonged in the 70s and had been untouched since. “Strange... I think civilisation is a while away.” She commented, hearing the car come to a revving start. “Great job,” Rosie winked, getting into the passenger side excitedly. “If you pass a clothes store, get there. We’re somewhere different and we need to blend in.” Rosie instructed without realising. On a more normal case, Rosie wouldn’t like to spit orders too much.

"It was a great movie," Alice said with amusement before she leaned to close the door and settled back in the seat to buckle up. "I wonder what happened here, anyways. Who'd leave a perfectly good Herbie just sitting around, collecting dust in an abandoned neighborhood?" She shook her head slightly before looking to Rosie and nodding. "Of course. Plus, wearing these outfits while driving Herbie definitely doesn't suit us." She offered a weak smile, trying to forget the situation they were in, and began the drive, deciding to focus on the road ahead in hopes that it would lead them somewhere, anywhere.

Rosie took a moment to smile as naturally as she could. “Hey, I’m not worried.” She laughed. “You know why? The boys are probably already working on a way to get us out of here.” A small twinge of sadness tugged at her heartstrings as she thought of Sam. Blinking back tears, Rosie turned to look out of the window, the trees and plantation began to slowly fade from empty and dead to green and thriving. “Strange,” she murmured. “How are you feeling now, Alice?” She turned to look at her friend, making sure Alice was feeling, at least, a little good.

"Dean's probably got a gun in that bitch's face by now," Alice joked lightly, trying to smile, though she worried. They had no idea where they were or they were basically lost at this point. She could only really hope that they found the way back to the motel. She shifted a bit with Rosie's question, though. "I don't know..." she admitted quietly, sighing, "I just... Want to see Dean. The sooner I see him, the better I'll feel." Looking over at her friend, she watched her before looking back to the road. "What about you?"

Rosie chuckled at the thought of Dean holding a gun to the face of the witch, shaking her head. Hell, at this point in time, she even missed Dean herself. "I feel you. I feel like being away from Sam too long is giving me major anxiety." She twiddled her thumbs to distract herself, her heart longing to see it's other half again. "But, I'm sure we're not far. She probably blasted us to out of town so we couldn't meddle too much."

Alice looked to her friend, her expression softening a bit. "We'll find them," she assured quietly. They had to. She wasn't sure what they could do without Sam and Dean; the four of them always had each other's backs and Dean, Rosie, and Sam were three of the few people Alice trusted with her life. "What I'm worried about is, if this is what happened to the rest of the hunters, then where are they?"

“I hope so, Alice.” Rosie exhaled a silent, shaky breath, trying not to let her friend know she was on the brink of tears. The whole thing was just a frightening experience. Without Dean and Sam there, Rosie felt as if she was missing half of herself, and with the love Alice had for Dean and Sam, she could imagine that her friend was feeling the same way. Blinking back the stinging tears, Rosie cleared her throat. “Maybe they got blasted out further than us? I mean, come on, it’s not like we’re in another universe or something, they have to be around here somewhere.” Rosie shrugged.