Dean's_Gal

I will be posting my SPN fan fic on here. It is called Alice in Wonderland and is based during season 2 between Crossroad Blues and Croatoan

 Chapter 1

 I drove down the long dirt driveway past a bunch of old junk cars in my ‘71’ Mustang remembering the first time I saw her sitting in here dreaming of the day that Uncle Bobby and I would fix her up and she would be all mine. I drove up to the run down old house that he called home. I used to love coming here when I was younger, mum hates me spending too much time with Uncle Bobby, she thought he was a bad influence, and he was.

I found out a couple of years ago about his “profession” and loved it. I was always attracted to the supernatural; I had some pull towards it. When I started collage all my classes were about the unexplained, myths, lores, I wanted to know everything and anything there was to know. What was the one thing that fascinated me the most? Vampires. I loved them, I found out all I could and found out the truth.

One day I came across some old books of Uncle Bobby’s, not his amazing array of old books, his own journals. I found the truth, that everything that fascinated me was in fact truth, not fiction. When I asked him all about it he wasn’t angry that I had been snooping, he wasn’t even upset that I intruded on his privacy, in fact he was relieved, relieved he didn’t have to keep a secret from me any longer. I loved hearing his stories about hunting, he was only too willing to tell me everything and I only to willing to listen and learn. I decided then and there that I wanted to be able to help these hunters; I wanted to research this world. I made a website dedicated all things supernatural, a guide if you will. Of course they needed a password to access all they needed, I didn’t want to end up in a padded cell after all. Uncle Bobby made sure other hunters got a hold of the new one bi-monthly.

I stopped the ignition of my car, got out and walked towards the old rusted front door that was nearly falling off it’s front hinges. I missed Rums field; he was a great old dog.

I knocked the tune of shave and a hair cut on the door, I was afraid I would knock it down. There was no answer, so I crept around the house peeking through the windows as I went. I couldn’t see anything inside. Damn, I thought, well I could wait, but he might be on a hunt. I should have called, let him know I was coming.

As I started to walk back to my car I heard a loud grumble coming down the driveway that I had just come from. I know for a fact that Bobby does not have noise like that on his car. I turned to look at what was coming towards me. I could see a big black car driving down, Chevrolet if I’m not mistaken, an Impala. I stood there staring down the beast; it felt like staring down the barrel of a gun. There were two young men in the front seat; I saw something move in back which distracted me. When she pulled up the back door ripped open with gusto –

“ALICE!” I smiled.

“Uncle Bobby” I gave him a wry smile as he came towards me and gave me the biggest bear hug he could muster up, he was cutting the air off to my lungs.

“Uncle… Bobby… can’t… breathe”

“Oh Sorry”

He let go and the two young men came towards us, the taller one a bit apprehensive, he did seem familiar to me.

“Alice, this is the Winchester boys, Dean” Uncle bobby pointed in his direction and he came towards me and shook my hand; he had the most beautiful green eyes.

“Hi” I said smiling, feeling like a stupid 15 year old, I let go of his hand and turned to the other brother.

“This is Sam”

“Hey Sammy, nice to meet you” I extended my hand.

“It’s Sam”

“Oh sorry” I looked at his brother who was chuckling under his breath; I couldn’t help but smirk back.

“Ok, lets go in”

“I’ll help you with your bags if you like”

“Thanks Dean, there’s a bag in the back” I tossed him my keys and followed Uncle Bobby inside the house, as I was walking in I looked back over my shoulder and saw him roll his eyes. I smiled again.

This place had a lot more books than I remember. I went into the lounge room and sat on the lounge

“What have you been up too?” He lent against the desk in front of the fireplace.

“Not a lot, just trying to keep up to date so I can keep the site maintained and working for a professor who has the brain of flea. I needed a holiday, so here I am. Plus the universities are pretty much broken up now for Christmas.”

“Well it’s great to have you here”

He seemed so excited, it was odd seeing him like this, and he was behaving more like I was a daughter, not a niece.

“Where would you like your bag Alice?” Dean had walked in with my suitcase, I held out my hand anticipating the reaction I would get in return and caught my keys in my left hand.

“Nice” He replied.

“Thanks, do I still have my room, or did you give it away to these two?”

“Yeah it is still in tact”

“I’ll take it, thanks Dean.” I got up and took the handle of the suitcase from his massive grip.

“Are you sure madam, I can take it for you” I poked my tongue out at him as I walked up the flight of stairs to my room, childish, but that’s me. I could hear their voices going like crazy people and knew they were bombarding him with questions.

I got to the door that enclosed my room, Uncle Bobby had made that for me, as I always liked to come and visit him. I took the door handle in my hand and slowly turned it.  As it opened it I knew I would have to open the window. The desk was still on the opposite wall with the wardrobe on the right next to the door. My double bed was next to the door on the left as you walked in and the window was opposite the wardrobe.

 

I dropped my suitcase on the bed and headed over to the window, moved the lace curtains out of the way and unlocked it. I had to struggle with it for a minute or so as it was stuck in place, I don’t think an earthquake would have made it budge, I’m glad I did weights. I finally got it free and opened it to let the air flow through it was refreshing.

I walked to the mirror over the desk, pulled my long dark hair back out of my face and tied it back. It was unusually hot here for this time of the year. My hands unravelled the white scarf free of my warm neck; I placed it on the desk. I stared into my greyish blue eye’s, which were filled with thought, why do I know Sam, why would I know him and not Dean? 

I have decided to go to the convention next April, i got a day tic and an autograph from Jensen. Can't wait, it's going to be so much fun!