**** I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, SAM, DEAN OR ANYONE ELSE. I DO OWN ALLISON WINCHESTER***

It was like any other day they had ever had. It was normal.

Well normal, considering they had salted and burned another dead body before the demonic ghost of a 350 year old grumpy man killed off his last of kin in an attempt of forever vengeance. Actually, the word to use should be exception because everything went according to plan without a broken or bruised bone, not even a flying encore into one of the gravestones.

Dean Winchester walked back to his baby, a sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala, shovel slung over his broad shoulder while the other casually handled a duffel bag filled with supernatural necessities including rock salt shells, Dean's infamous lighter, a brown leather jacket, and about a dozen illegal guns far beyond the average man's knowledge. Dean is 26, 6'0 tall, broad and buff all over. Definitely a womanizer, he sports ember green eyes with light brown freckles on both his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. A single amulet held by a thick black string hangs from his neck.

Allison Winchester, the oldest of the three siblings at 28, strolled in the back of the line; it is always the job of the eldest to watch out for the others, or at least that is was what Allison had learned from her father many years ago. Lean and curvaceous, but by no means weak, Allison is the shortest at a decent 5'10. Her dirty blond hair, similar to Dean's, is straight, barely touching her shoulders. Her bangs are perfectly swished to the side, although matted now due to the extraneous task of excavating a body. She holds nothing in her hands, absently twirling around a similar amulet designed bracelet that is tied to her wrist and a silver ring on her left ring finger.

Sam Winchester had been forced to walk between his two over protecting siblings; whom he manages to love and hate at the same time. Sam is the tallest overbearing both his brother and sister at an alarming 6'4½ but the youngest at 22. With a lanky body figure, Sam holds his head down, allowing his dark shaggy hair to fall in front of his eyes, surprisingly only inches shorter than his sister's.

As they reach the car, Sam and Dean dump their belonging into the trunk, and by rule Sam situates himself into the back seat. Allison jumps into the driver's seat starting the ignition, and is followed by a grumpy Dean in the passenger seat. The car may be Dean's, but more times than not it is Allison who will be behind the wheel. A few punches, bitch, jerk, whore, ass, and slut later, the Chevy's engine roars to life, speeding away to either the nearest bar or motel a few dozen towns over.

Yup, this was normal.

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ALLISON'S POV…

"Hi. Can we please have one room, two queens and a cot if you can?"

Allison watches in aggravation as the old lady makes no attempt to get up from her recliner.

"EXCUSE ME! I said, can get a room with two beds and a cot?" She repeats in her most obnoxious voice.

The old woman, finally acknowledging her presence grumpily asks for a credit card.

Allison, forgetting to have it ready, rummages through her jeans, igniting a groan from Dean, followed by a glare from Sam. If she wasn't so tired herself, she would have elongated the process putting her brothers to hell. Finally, she finds a random card in her back pocket.

"Thank You, Ms. Scott. You are in room 252. Enjoy your stay here at Red Mist" the lady mumbles before entering her backroom to get back to her precious television.

Allison just shakes her hand, throwing Sam the key before heading down to the car to help Dean with the rest of their bags.

"I'll take the cot. Dean you're by the door bed and Sammy you get the closet bed." Allison dictates as she sets the last of her bags on the side of cot. She doesn't know why she's been saying the same line ever since the three have started hunting together, but like a good soldier, the words just slip out.

She watches as her brothers, already knowing the protocol, situated themselves.

Sam quickly takes his duffel and rushes to the shower. "Sammy is a chubby five year-old. It's Sam."

"Sam I swear to god if you use all the hot water" she hears Dean try to squeeze in before Sam slams the bathroom door.

"Goddammit." Dean grumbles as he sets his clean clothes on his bed.

"Calm down" Allison laughs from behind him. "You are such a baby."

She shakes her head as she sets her own clothes before lying, back up, on the cot. In truth, Allison hates the cot, but she has always been able to easily sacrifice her likes and dislikes for her brothers. Sam is too tall for the cot and Dean would never get a good night's rest. She easily plays in off in her mind and her own selfishness. Who would ever want one cramped up and one grumpy hunter in the same small car as themselves? Not her, for sure.

A 'shut up' from Dean is the last thing Allison hears before droning out her little brother with the music from her portable iPod.

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DEAN'S POV…

The steam follows Dean out as he wraps a towel around his waist, leaving his legs and chest bare. Sam had in fact saved Dean some hot water and Allison, none to his surprise, suggested that Dean take a shower before her.

Now as he walks by her cot to his own bed, he sees that she is in fact asleep, light groans occasionally escaping her lips. As he stares at his older sister, Dean can't help to see how beautiful she really is. Allison has always been more of a mother to Dean and Sam than a sister, although she would hate to admit it. When they were young, Dean would watch as his sister would so readily section out her food equally for both him and his little brother and go to sleep with a grumbling stomach. He would watch as his sister hid the two of them upstairs when their dad came home in a drunken rage, cursing his daughter for causing the death of their mother followed by several sucker-punches to the face, abdomen, and chest. He would watch as his sister cried herself to sleep the night Sam decided he wanted out of the Winchester family to go to Stanford on a full scholarship. He would watch as his father disowned his sister from the family, never wanting to see her face again. He would watch as she tossed and turned on a frickin' cot at a cheap motel so they could sleep on the beds. But right now in her sleep, all Dean could see was peace. Dean knew he would die for her without hesitation. He loved her as a sister, a mother, and best friend.

But I would die before she ever found that out.

Smiling to himself, Dean shifted himself quietly onto the queen bed, falling asleep to the steady sound of his brother and sister breathing.

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The first thing to awake her is the door creaking as her mom looks into Sammy's nursery.

Ever since she and Dean had kissed Sammy good night, Dad had come home, laughing about Sammy being able to play with a football, which made Dean laugh. But she hadn't. Allison had a bad feeling, even after her mom tucked her to bed telling her that Angel's watched over her.

When mom closes the door and heads down to the living room, she sneaks out of her room and runs into Sammy's nursery. There she freezes hiding under the rocker by the door. The man is not daddy, she knows for sure. This man has yellow eyes. She puts a hand to keep from whimpering when the yellow-eyed man turns around.

As she wonders whether or not to leave and call Daddy, mommy comes running in calling Sammy's name. The yellow eyed-man puts his hand out, which makes mom start bleeding from her stomach. She tries to fight as the man pins her to the wall, dragging her all the way to the ceiling. Mommy looks down at her, mouthing to help Sammy and Dean. To take care of them; Allison already knows. She says she loves her before she screams. The man disappears and she runs to the crib grabbing Sammy and holding him close.

She is frozen in place when Daddy comes running in. There are tears staining her pale face, and Daddy comes down to her asking her over and over what's wrong. A dot of blood falls on Sammy's head while she holds him and Daddy wipes it off looking up. He screams when he sees mom and then the fire starts.

She is scared; she doesn't know whether to run to Dean or to save Sammy from the fire. As the fire flames, she takes Sammy into a corner, hiding him from the fire letting it hit her back instead. She cries loudly now, as the fire continues to burn the skin on her back. Al the sudden, two hands grab Sammy from her arms. She lets out an involuntary cry; mommy asked her to take care of Sammy and Dean. She had to keep them safe. Past her own anguished cries, she can hear Daddy talking to Dean.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" he screams at Dean.

She smiles through the tears as she hears Dean ask for her. "Allie! Daddy, save Allie!"

Daddy is going to come save her. She says it over and over in her mind, as her back continues to flame.

But Daddy never comes. Instead, the figure of her Mommy on the roof is now of a young man, around the age of 23. He is more beaten and bloody than mommy but the gash through the abdomen does not change. He is looking straight at her, pointing his finger screaming killer.

Afraid, she looks down only to find a dead child in her arms. He is the same age as Sammy, but she knows Daddy took him to safety. This child is small; he looks like the man on the roof and her mixed. The child starts turning to skeleton and ashes and the only thing she can thing to do is shut her eyes, clasp her ears, and scream.

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SAM'S POV…

Sam awakes to the sound of small, yet anguished cries in the room. He rubs his eyes, turning to see Dean sleeping peacefully, his legs spread widely in the span of the queen bed. The sheets are no longer on him, but scrunched up under him. He hears the cry once more, and his eyes automatically find Allison. She is in an extremely uncomfortable position on the cot, which hits Sam like a ton of guilty bricks. He knows she hates sleeping there, but will do it each and every night for him and Dean to have a sound sleep.

Another cry has Sam off the bed and by Allison's side. At this point he doesn't care who is older and who is younger. His sister is in pain, and that's all that matters. He looks down as her pain-staked and pale face. It is blotched with sweat and patches of dirt. The hem of her shirt has been lifted due to her turning, revealing awful scars where the second and third degree burns engulfed the entire right side of her back, the nape of her neck, and the side of her thigh and leg. Looking at the scars that he knows still cause his sister pain racks Sam with another pang of awful guilt. These are the burn a small six year old girl allowed her body to endure to save him from the heat.

When she tosses once more, Sam leaves his trance putting a hand on each of her shoulders, shaking her slightly. He can't watch his own hero breaking like this.

"Allie…." He whispers.

"Allliiiieeee…."

When this doesn't work, he pushes harder on her shoulders. "Allie. Wake up."

Her cries have become louder, stronger, more anguished, and now Sam is passed the realm of concerned and in the realm of scared. "Allison!" He screams as he pushes her shoulders down once more.

He draws back immediately as he hears her shrill scream and she jolts from the cot, rabid eyes looking around assessing where she is. At this point, Sam is aware of Dean awake beside him looking at Allison with the same face of concern. Allison is drenched in sweat and dirt, and stares at her brothers. For a moment, they are seeing their real sister.

Raw. Scared, broken, and afraid. Her eyes look at them with such pain, screaming for help, that both brothers are forced to look away. She recovers fairly quickly. Sam watches as she tries her best, rebuilding the walls around her emotions, throwing her legs over the side of the cot, wiping the stray tears that have fallen, and rises to grab her clean clothes from the edge.

"Another nightmare?" Dean asks tentatively.

A small grunt is the only response he receives.

Dean gets up staring at his sister, and Sam knows for sure he is angry.

Not know Dean!

"You're kidding right! This is the fifth time in a row Allie! We need to talk about this. It's only hurting you."

When Allison doesn't answer him, Sam silently adds a quite yet desperate please. She turns, and Sam is looking her straight in the eyes, pleading with her. But he knows how she feels already. He's felt the same not long ago. He knows if she tells them what she dreams of every night, she'll break. But she made a promise to their father that she has to live up to until the day she dies. And no words of him or Dean will change that.

Clearing her throat as best as possible to keep it from shaking, she looks at Dean.

"Yeah I here ya Dean. But it's late. I need a shower and the two of you idiots need some sleep kay?"

She adds a smile for affect but when it doesn't work, she looks down and goes into the bathroom, locking the door. Sam can hear the tap of the tub, but knows his sister isn't taking a shower. She has learned to cry without sound these past few months.

Sam watches as Dean slowly lies back down, closing his eyes. His erratic breathing tells Sam that he isn't asleep. Sighing, he assumes the same position on his own bed, staring at the small emission of light coming from the bathroom.

Yeah, this was their normal.

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