Bobby's Daughter
In the beginning
A/N: I don't own Supernatural that honour belongs to Kripke. Alison is my interpretation on Bobby's child if he had one. This is my first ever fanfic so please be kind!
Alison's P.O.V
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Alison Jamie Singer, yes you read that right I am Bobby Singer's daughter. Most people think that my dad holed himself up after his wife Karen died. My dad did move on a few years later with a fellow hunter Elizabeth Perry, my mom. She was beautiful and one of the most caring people I knew, well until one day that all changed. In the fall of 1988 I was 5 and staying home with mom while dad was out finishing a job. I was playing on the floor with my toys while mom was in the kitchen, getting supper ready since dad was due home soon. I went in to the kitchen to see if supper was ready and I wish now that I hadn't. The woman that was there was no longer my mom, a demon had taken over her body.
I don't remember much after walking into the kitchen except for the pain and hearing myself scream bloody murder. It's been 17 years and my dad still won't tell me the full story of what happened and how mom didn't make it. I have an idea but I don't want to bring up bad memories for my dad. He's lost two women he loved to demons and he hasn't really been the same since. He tried to protect me from the life for as long as he could after that but that all changed when the Winchesters came to stay with us for Christmas in 1991. That's where our story begins.
December 1991
Alison's P.O.V
Dad told me that we were going to have some visitor's for a couple days, two boys that are around my age. I can hear a car pulling up in the yard and I run down the stairs with my long wavy brown hair flying behind me.
"Dad! I think they're here. Where are ya?"
"I'm in the den Alison, no need to scream." Dad walks out of the den looking a bit grumpy so I slow down and give him a hug.
"Are you okay dad? You don't seem happy." I was curious as to why he was so grumpy. He's normally pretty cool and calm, but I think that he's not happy about visitors.
Dad stops to look at me and gives me a small smile. "Don't worry your head about it sweet pea. It's just work that's bugging me. How about we go greet the boys?"
*Knock at the door*
"John, how are you? This here is Alison, my daughter." Dad greeted the boys. I was hiding behind him watching them.
"Good Bobby." The man, John replied. He looked at the two boys and said "Dean and Sam why don't you go put your stuff down and go play with Alison. I need to talk to Bobby." I walk with the boys into the living room.
The boy Sam is the first to speak. "Hi, I'm Sam and this is my older brother Dean. What's your name?"
I look up from my curtain of brown waves and say "Hi I'm Alison. What do you guys want to do? We have a ton of games or we can watch movies until dinner is ready." Dean looks over and shrugs "Movies are fine, whatever." We can hear shouting from the kitchen.
"How long are you taking off for this time you idjit?!" My dad rarely screams, the boys and I stop everything and walk towards the kitchen.
"After I eat probably a week maybe two." John replies. My eyes snap in his direction in shock.
"But dad Christmas is in a week. You can't miss it this year, you promised!" shouted Dean.
"I know that boy but I have a job to do! I'll try to make it back but you boys better understand if I don't." John was stern and angry that Dean had spoken up.
"Yes sir.." I can't believe that John talks to his kids that way. I'm so lucky that dad is never like that with me. I drag the boys back to the living room and we end up eating dinner in there and watching movies all night. None of us wanted to say goodbye to John, we were all trying to forget about what happened in the kitchen and enjoy the new found friendship.
A/N: Hey guys, so like I said at the top this is my first story ever so I'm a bit nervous. I've had this idea for awhile now and I'm trying out doing the story in different points of view so bear with me. Anyways thank you and I hope you liked it.