Title: Down the Rabbit Hole, Book 2: Grim Fate

Show: Supernatural

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kelly Jones has problems: one Winchester is headed for hell, and the other has been made immortal. And a war is brewing on the horizon, with it's participants intent on making mankind's world their battleground. And, for the first time in centuries, the Fey have grown active. But on which side they stand is still unclear. Now, someone new has been sent to claim Kelly Jone's place. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Baba Yaga is sneaking in at night to count the Winchester's bullets. In all of this, only one thing is clear, Kelly's on the outs and things are about to get worse this side of the Rabbit Hole.

This story follows the third season of Supernatural and will use some of its episodes and dialogue.

Disclaimer: I own no characters or film scripts created by Erick Kripke and his team of writers. The characters and show are the property of the CW. Kelly Jones, Erin Chang, and any character or world additions to the SPN universe are my own creation and they belong to me.

Prologue: Another Alice Falls

She fell.

She fell a long way.

Down, down through the darkness. Light spun around her. There were reds, oranges, yellows, blues, and whites twinkling like a thousand stars caught irrevocably in a whipping whirlpool. She twisted, a whirligig. She fell. Down, down, down, around her, she could see visions, shapes, distorted. The future, the past, time immemorial, she was a part of it. Bound by the threads of fate. She could see them, spinning out their own web, a pattern. A fate. Hers, everyone's, she would not remember this, but she could see it. Destruction.

Faces, she saw a face, brown hair and dark eyes, a heart shaped face with a strong jaw. He was smiling. Was it at her? Light. She whizzed around. Tumbling downwards. Disorienting. Her hands by her feet, her knees by her shoulders, her head… She had a headache.

Everything burned. Burned and burned. Her skin was white hot, sizzling as she fell. It felt like forever. It felt like seconds. She hurt all over. She was scared of the darkness. It meant to swallow her whole. It reached towards her, fingers wide, destiny. She knew. That was destiny as assuredly as it was death. She could not be caught by it. She would not reach her destination. Like a strong wind whipping up from the west, she was cast out of reach. Continuing to tumble she continued down, down, down, towards a black pit.

She looked up. She found herself staring into yellow eyes. Sharp teeth, black lips, jaws swung wide, and there was a roar. A roar, the likes of which she had never heard before. It was ferocious. Frightening. A paw swiped towards her. Hot breath sent puffs of steam rising off of her already sizzling skin. The beast was going to lung. Dark as night it watched her. She wanted to scream but it was caught in the back of her throat. The beast jumped. The world turned and the monster fell away. She continued falling.

She fell.

She fell into the light. She fell until she stopped. There was a crash. Thudding pain. She'd hit something. Her back hurt. Before she had time to right herself, gather her thoughts, rub her blurry eyes there was a squeal, followed by a shriek. Someone was terrified. For her, that wasn't unusual.

"Oh my god!" That was a woman's voice.

"Where the hell did she come from?" Another woman, she was just as frightened.

"What the—" A male voice, and despite the question in his words, he didn't sound surprised at all.

That was… surprising. She felt her body tumble backwards, she wasn't all there, not completely connected. The chords of nerves connecting her muscles were moving slowly, sluggish. All around her bodies were scrambling. The ruffling of fabric, told her that people were getting dressed, quickly. The girl lifted her hand to rub her eyes; she was still seeing stars; that wasn't good.

Great. Dean Winchester thought, another one had landed on him. He wondered for a moment if he should call Kelly Jones, his now ex-girlfriend, in from where she was resting on the Impala's trunk. He straightened up, quickly shifting the white covers of the hotel room over to hide the family jewels. He hated being caught with his pants down. When Kelly had fallen a little over a year ago, both he and his little brother Sam had been on hand. And dressed, god damn it! Kelly had had the good taste not to interrupt a fun and pleasing sexual escapade. Not if she wasn't a part of it. But that was a long story, one that had happened in months long passed.

"Who are you?" One of the buxom blondes shrieked.

Dean suppressed a smile. Twins. There was nothing better. His hazel eyes shifted away from the fallen…and dressed… he thought with some chagrin, girl and to them. If he was remembering correctly their names were Sasha and Barbara last name unnecessary. And we'd been having a damn good time. He glared down at the girl. She was still in a ball, her knees hiding her face, but she couldn't be much older than his ex, Kelly Jones. Kelly. Maybe he should call her. If this kid's like her or a fey. But then again... If she's come to sleep with me… Well, then maybe he could get it over and done with, here and now. Kelly never has to know. That suited him better.

"Yeah?" Questioned Sasha, or was that Barbara? Dean didn't really have their names down straight.

Dean watched as the girl, who could be no less than nineteen and no more than twenty two, lifted her chin. A sheet of cobalt black hair sliding over her slim shoulders, she was tiny and attractive, very attractive. Dean swallowed. The damnable kind of attractive that's too good to be true. He'd seen enough damn fey in the past two months since the Yellow-Eyed Demon's death to know that. If this girl wasn't friendly he'd be in deep shit. Slowly, Dean started to scoot backwards. He always kept an iron knife underneath his pillows these days, it was better than a gun, killed more things. He wondered if he could get to it before this girl found her bearings.

Dark, wide eyes stared at him. They were flat, almond-shaped, staring out of a tanned face with pert pink lips and a high forehead. Think black eyebrows bent over those large eyes in an expression of curiosity. She looked like she was Chinese in origin, or some kind of Asian. Dean Winchester wasn't sure, he normally kept to a strict diet of American food and that meant he didn't interact too often with other ethnicities. She sat up, tilting her head to the side. She had a very round face, rich eyes, and long lashes that fluttered breathlessly. Her eyes were on him. Her lips turned downwards as her hair fell sideways, hesitantly, she plucked a long glossy strand of black hair out of her eyes and tugged it back behind her ear.

Dean's eyes didn't leave her face; he didn't even examine what else she was wearing, though he was sorely tempted. The thought made him feel guilty, the same way the twins knotted his stomach, and his mind went to the girl waiting outside with his brother. The girl Sam was linked to.

He didn't say anything as she moved to her knees, surprisingly, neither did the twins. But tonight's full of surprises. So, yeah, he wasn't going to worry. He scooted back another step as she lifted her hand towards him, fingers extended. Dean saw a strange black mark on the back of her wrist. With an age-old smoothness created by a lifetime of practice, he slid his fingers beneath the pillows. Regretting that tonight's fun was over as his hand closed around the hilt of the knife blade, he leaned forward. The muscles of his back tightening, ready for a fight. He waited, a pause, hairsbreadth away from ripping out the knife and lunging forwards, right in front of the twin's terrified eyes. Dean Winchester hated fey. He got ready to move, muscles straining in anticipation, a release inevitable.

Then, with some trepidation and more than a little embarrassment, she spoke.

"Hi!" She said. Her voice was deeper than he'd expected.

Dean's body started to relax as his grip loosened on the knife. Still, he refused to let it go entirely. Not until I've heard what she has to say. His eyes focused on her dark ones, never leaving, and even the buxom blonde twins waited with breathless anticipation. Their breasts heaving between their shoulders as the small Chinese girl continued.

"Are you?" She sounded hesitant, nervous; there was an awkward pause as she shifted on her knees. Finally, she finished her question. "Are you Sam Winchester?"