Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, it belongs to the rightful owners. I don't own any characters from the show only my OC.
I slowly opened my eyes. I went to check on my brothers, but I barely left my bedroom before the nursery set alight. Daddy came running out of there with my baby brother Sam in his arms and saw me and Dean, who'd come out of our room upon hearing the noise.
"Take your brother outside!" Daddy told us, handing Sam to Dean. "As fast as you can! Now, kids, go!" he shouted seeing we were just staring at him. He ran back inside the nursery.
"Come on, Dean!" I ran towards the stairs, Dean quickly following.
We got outside, and I glanced up to see the fire still blazing in the nursery. Dean started whispering to our baby brother, mostly trying to convince himself since we were both pretty terrified. Daddy ran over and grabbed us, me and Dean in each arm with Dean still holding Sammy, just as the nursery window burst. He ran with us to safety, but I noticed something was wrong.
"Daddy? Where's Mommy?" I asked, confused and kind of worried. It didn't help when instead of answering me Daddy just pulled all three of us into a hug. That was when I realised Mommy was gone, like my dog Rocky had gone. Died, Daddy had called it. Mommy had died, and was in Heaven like Rocky. An ambulance and fire engine arrived a while later. I watched, fascinated, as the firefighters put out the flames. Daddy and Dean were sat on the hood of our car together while Daddy rocked Sam in his arms. Dean was very quiet, unusual for my brother. I knew then that I would protect my younger brothers, especially baby Sammy.
22 years later
I sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, watching my brother Dean drive. He may have been a year younger than me, but he sometimes acted like he was the elder of us, such as bitching at me to put on my seatbelt as soon as I sat down. I'd learnt to just do what he asked of me, unless I felt it really unreasonable such as him not letting me go on a dangerous hunt. Not because I was a girl, thankfully or I'd have punched him whether he was my brother or not. He just didn't like the idea of me getting hurt.
We eventually arrived at our destination - Stanford University. We were here to pick up our brother, Sammy, so we could go and find our dad. Dean entered Sammy's place first, with me following. Sam attacked Dean, obviously not realising it was us.
"Whoa, easy tiger." Dean had Sam pinned to the ground, trying to stop him from attacking Dean.
"Dean?" Sam sounded surprised. I laughed and he turned his head in my direction. "Alice?"
"Hey Sam." I grinned at my little brother.
"You scared the crap out of me!" Sam accused Dean, turning back to him.
"That's because your out of practice." Dean replied. Sam quickly fought Dean again, getting the upper hand and pinning Dean to the ground. "Or not. Get off me!" Sam helped Dean up, giving him a small glare.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Sam asked us.
"I was looking for a beer." Dean answered. I laughed and hugged Sam. He slowly hugged back, but kept his eyes on Dean and repeated his question.
"Sam?" came a girl's voice. The light was turned on and we saw a girl stood there, around Sam's age with long blonde hair wearing her pyjamas.
"Jess, hey… Dean, Alice, this is my girlfriend Jessica." Sam explained to us.
"Your brother Dean and sister Alice?" Jess asked.
"Yep." I smiled at the girl, liking her already. I saw Sam smile seeing I approved of his girlfriend.
"I love the Smurfs." Dean told Jess. "You know, you are completely out of my brother's league." I punched his arm, hard, seeing him hitting on Sammy's girlfriend.
"Dean you pig!" He just grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Jess."
"It's okay. Just let me put something else on." Jess moved towards her and Sam's room.
"No, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it." Dean stopped her.
"Dean Winchester, leave the poor girl alone!" I glared at my brother, who rolled his eyes but backed off.
"I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." Dean explained to Jess.
"No." Sam told Dean, moving to stand next to Jess. "No whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her."
"Okay. Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"Yeah he was on a hunting trip." I continued, giving Sammy a look. He noticed the look and, knowing what our dad hunted, he told Jess to leave. We eventually persuaded Sam to come with us to look for Dad.
We got into the Impala and started to drive off to look for Dad. Sammy sat in the passenger seat with Dean driving while I sat in the back of the car looking out of the window. I remembered when Dean was six and I was seven we used to sit outside whatever hotel we were staying in and watch the clouds, trying to find creatures in them from Dad's journal. Once Sammy was old enough he used to join us, until we stopped doing it when Dad began taking me and Dean with him on most hunts when we were teenagers. I wondered if Sammy remembered doing that - I knew Dean wouldn't, he'd consider it too 'sappy' a thing to remember about our childhood.
We stopped at a gas station so Dean could fill up the Impala and go and buy some "breakfast" which seemed to consist of crisps and chocolate. I rolled my eyes at him as we headed back to the car. Sammy was still sat in the passenger seat, and Dean leaned over the boot of his car.
"Hey, want some breakfast?" he asked our brother.
"No, thanks." Sam answered.
"You ok, Sam?" I asked my youngest brother, climbing over the boot to get in the back seat while ignoring the glares I got off Dean for clambering all over his car.
"I'm fine, Alice." Sammy replied to me, sounding like he was bored of saying that already. To be fair, I'd asked him about ten times in the car whether he was okay, was he happy at university and with Jessica, etc, etc.
"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You guys still running credit card scams?" Dean admitted to still doing this. I then noticed Sam going through the collection of cassette tapes in the car and grinned knowing none of it would be his sort of music - it wasn't mine either.
"Dude, you've got to update your cassette tape collection." Sammy told Dean.
"Why?"
"Well for one, their cassette tapes." Sammy replied, causing me to laugh in agreement. "And two… Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"
"He's got you there, Dean. Your music does suck." I informed him, still grinning.
"House rules, Sammy, Alice. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cake hole, back seat keeps her trap shut."
"Bite me, Dean." I growled at my brother, although playfully.
"Also, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam, ok?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Dude, you've been Sammy since you were born. Kind of hard to stop calling you that now, like it'd be hard for Dad and Dean not to call me Alice." I informed the baby of the family. Dean put on the radio and AC/DC's Back in Black began to play. Dean used that as an excuse to say he hadn't heard Sammy and I carefully kicked the back of his chair.
We saw a group of police cars as we approached Jericho, California. They were around a bridge, and we went to investigate. Dean grabbed the box containing FBI badges for me, Dad and Dean and grabbed his before handing me mine. Sammy had a disapproving look on his face seeing them, but we ignored that. We heard the police officers discussing the car and the missing boy who owned it, Troy.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean spoke up.
"And who are you?" the police officer asked my brother. Me and Dean held up our badges.
"Federal marshals."
"A little young aren't you?" the police officer was scrutinizing me and my brothers. I just smiled politely while Dean chuckled.
"Thanks, that's kind of you." Dean replied.
The information we got from the police officers was that they didn't know what had happened to this Troy kid. We left just as some real FBI agents showed up. We found the girlfriend of the boy, Amy.
"You must be Amy?" Dean asked the girl.
"Yeah."
"Troy told us. We're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and that's Alice." Dean introduced us. I couldn't help laughing a bit at his excuse for knowing her name. The boys went to a restaurant with Amy and her friend to ask her about Troy Squire while I went to look around the town, see if I could find anything else out about the boy. I eventually found out about one of his friends, a boy named Alex who might be able to at least tell me more about Troy - it may not be anything more than the kid lost control of the car and ran off to not get in trouble over destroying a sign.
"Hello Alex. I need to ask you some questions." I showed him my FBI badge just in case.
The information I got from Alex was basically that Troy was a normal teenager who wouldn't have either ran away from the law or killed himself. That meant it was definitely a supernatural thing that had taken Alex. I went to the hotel room to wait for my brothers and saw them researching on the laptop, looking for a female hitchhiker that may be the thing behind this - the ghost of a local girl, maybe.
