Chapter One – Hello Alana!

Dingman's Ferry, Pennsylvania

Two Weeks Later

Nineteen year old Alana Mary Winchester stood quietly in her Aunt's parlor as the funeral party came in to give their condolences. Days ago her mother had passed on, a stroke the doctor had said. But how could that be? She was far too young for a stroke.

"Alana?" Mrs. Holmes, her Aunt's next door neighbor said, interrupting her thoughts, "I'm deeply sorry for your lost dear."

She nodded, how many people were going to say they were sorry when they hardly knew her or her mother? God! It was pitiful! All she wanted to do was to run from here, to change into her torn jeans and tank and bolt from the house. She didn't give a damn anymore, her mother was gone, buried beneath the earth and the funeral was long done with. And if one more stranger came up to her, she was going to scream.

That was the case ten minutes later when two young men strolled up and offered their condolences. She was about to throw her hands in the air and scream, but stopped when she realized that these were her father's sons! Her brothers!

"Dean? Sam?" she asked, gulping back tears. How long had she wanted to meet them in person, to hug them, be a family since she found out some time ago they had no mother and she was willing to share hers to make their family complete.

They nodded, tears in their eyes. Alana just threw her arms around them, not caring what anyone in the room thought and held them. All the pain; the hurt rushing away. Now she knew how they felt all those years ago after they lost their mother.

Why her father said that he rather they live separate lives? How many times did he say she was better off not knowing them? That she wouldn't truly know her brothers at all, but here they were and something felt out of place.

"But…"she paused, "Dad told me…" she gulped, trying to keep the tears from falling from her hazel-green eyes, "He told me that I was never to meet you. What happened? Is he hurt?" she asked.

Dean shook his head and rubbed her arms, "Can we talk in private?"

She glanced about the room to find her Aunt – not seeing her around, shrugged. She nodded to Dean and motioned them to follow her outside to the patio tent outside. Even though it was on the chilly side, it was a welcome for her; she'd been cooped up way too long.

"What's happened?" she asked again, this time in a calm and curious manner, though inside she was ready to crack.

"Dad needs us to stick together. He knew of your mom's death and sent us to get you. Something evil is after us."

"The monster that killed mom?" she asked, curious as to what they knew.

"How did she die?" Sam asked as they walked to the side of the house and sat on the bench that was near her aunt's rose garden.

"I came home late one night from a friend's and went into her room to kiss her goodnight like I always did and when I didn't see her on her bed, was ready to leave, but I looked to the ceiling and there she was. She screamed for me to run before she burst into flames. I ran and I never looked back. Oh god, I was scared."

Sam and Dean looked at one another; the damn bastard took her form after killing her mother! What was going on?

"Am I going crazy?" she asked as she rubbed her arms, the wind had picked up and she wasn't wearing a jacket. Sam pulled his off and draped it on her shoulders, holding her as tears spilt again. "What's wrong with me?" She sobbed.

"There's nothing wrong with you. What you saw…what you saw is what we dealt with as children. At the time we didn't understand, but now we know that something evil is after us. We have…we MUST stick together."

Alana looked up to him, uncertain as to what he said. Demons existed, in this day and time? She shook her head, she was mad, that's all that mattered, and she was losing her mind. But what Sam said had to be true otherwise; otherwise she'd be insane….

She shook her head, her hair flowing about her face in wisps. She coughed, her asthma was getting to her, but she straightened herself and looked to her brothers, "What exactly did I see?"

Dean took a deep breath, "We don't know what it is yet. But we're chasing it down. Sam and I need you to join forces with us and kill whatever took our mothers and Sam's girlfriend."

"Sam's…" she stopped, and then looked to Sam, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "It's fine, and I'm dealing." He lied.

Alana took his word and smiled. She needed to do something, she was freezing! She pulled the jacket closer as the wind ripped through her. What was going to happen to her now?

"What now?" She asked.

"Well you need to get packed." Dean said, "We leave within the hour. And if your Aunt gives you any lip, you tell her your father wants to see you."

She nodded. "I will." And then walked into the house.

She was greeted by her Aunt with a fierce, stern look. She didn't look happy at all.

"Where have you been Alana? And who are those boys?"

Alana tried to push by her Aunt, "I was outside and those boys happen to be my brothers."

"You don't have any brothers Alana."

She whirled around on her Aunt, nearly knocking her over. She pulled on Sam's jacket and looked dead eyed to her Aunt. "Sam and Dean are my half brothers Aunt. And if I was you, I would keep my mouth shut when you don't know the whole story. Besides I'm out of here. MY father will deal with mom's estate since she left it to him and me. Now let me by or I'll make the biggest scene you've ever seen."

Her Aunt backed away as Alana ran upstairs and hastily packed her bags. She was getting out of here; her Aunt was nothing to her anymore. When she zipped her duffel bag, a letter fell from her bag. She picked it up and opened it, scanning over its contents. Her eyes widened then a smile fell on her lips. Her mother was leaving everything to her and she could do as she pleased.

"YES!" was all she said as she grabbed her stuff and trudged down the stairs for all to hear. She didn't give a damn that she was embarrassing her Aunt, she was free at last.

"Alana!" her Aunt yelled, but she kept going and walked out the front door. Sam and Dean were already in the car as she lifted the trunk and dumped her stuff inside before slamming it shut and climbing in behind Sam, "Let's roll." She said as Dean put the car in gear and drove off, her Aunt chasing after them.

"What's wrong with your Aunt?" Dean asked.

"Oh, just pissed that I'm leaving with two people that aren't my brothers." She smirked.

Dean kept quiet; unfamiliar with having a sister, yet the Skinwalker had been too much like her.

"Don't worry about it Dean. She'll be mighty pissed when she realizes my mom left me everything and made OUR father in charge of her estate."

"But wouldn't that mean he would advise who got what?" Sam said.

"Yeah, but you know dad would do anything for us. Besides I don't think you would want a large collection of porcelain dolls."

The guys laughed, things were good, at least for now. But twenty minutes later Dean was ready to throw her out of the car.

"Alana, would you shut it! I'm keeping the cassette player and my 70's metal; you don't like it, and then get a walkman."

She grumbled and sat back in the backseat. The music sucked and her brothers kept her out of conversations, well Dean did, Sam tried to include her and would give his brother a distasteful look when he would exclude Alana.

"Come on Dean; for once let's just play something she likes. We're going to be in this car for a very long time and fighting isn't going to help."

Dean hissed, "Fine. But if it's any of that pop crap, then forget it, my car hates pop music."

Sam rolled his eyes, and flipped on the radio. A soft rock song by Belinda Carlisle came on, "Hey its 'Blue Heaven is a Place on Earth.'" Alana squealed.

"It's pop music."

"Shut it!" Sam and Alana said in unison.

Dean kept his eyes on the road and drove. Sooner or later he was going to have his Metallica back and this was going to stop.