Set in Season 8 of Supernatural; Sam only did the the first trial. A!U: Dean has a twin sister.
((A/N: Going to delete my Castiel fanfic 'Fall For You', but i will put it back up after i make major changes))
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belongs to Roald Dahl. The only thing i own is my OC: Alison Winchester.
CHAPTER 1 - FAMILY BUSINESS AND REUNIONS
Alison
Dean stomped through the snow, his hands buried in his jacket pockets, his temper causing the snowflakes to melt, turning to steam as it hit his face. Sam and I trailed behind, kicking snow at each other, messing around and laughing.
Dean whipped around, fixing his glare on us, "can you two hurry along? I'm going to freeze to fucking death"
Sam rolled his eyes as i said, "geez, Princess, cool down" i grinned, Sam laughing, Dean narrowing his green eyes on me.
"You know, this wouldn't be a problem if i still had my Baby with me" Dean said, turning back around, continuing to stomp through the snow, huffing in anger.
"Well, don't blame us. Blame Garth for finding us this case and Cas for sending us here while he still can" i said.
"Oh, i blame them too" he grumbled.
We walked in silence until Sam spoke, "so, where are we going exactly?"
"The Buckets" Dean answered.
"Wait, like Charlie Bucket? I haven't seen that kid since we last visited when he was still in diapers and Sammy at Stanford" i said.
Dean nodded.
"Wait, you two were out here while i was at college?" Sam asked, surprised.
"Yeah, there was a vampire nest out here" I said.
"Huh, and you two just happened to not tell me?" Sam said, crossing his arms.
"Well, you were at college and you didn't seem to care what about where we went, so we didn't think to tell you" i said.
Sam sighed, "you're right, sorry" he said, then we passed a huge factory.
"Hey, Sammy, check it out" i nudged him, both of us stopping to stare at the factory, Dean not noticing.
"Wait... is that..."
"The Chocolate Factory, yes" i filled in.
"Isn't it supposedly closed down?" Sam asked, gesturing up to the smoke that was rising from the pillars.
"That's what I thought"
Dean finally noticed we weren't following and he came over to us, obviously pissed off, "are you two done? I'd like to get out of this friggin' snow"
"Alright alright, we're coming, don't get your panties in a twist" i said, Sam laughing as we walked with Dean again.
"Ha-ha funny. You're golden" Dean said sarcastically, rolling his green eyes, then we walked up to a shack-like house, the door opening before Dean could knock.
"Oh my goodness, hello, long time no see, come on, come inside" Emma greeted, ushering us into the house, Dean sighing in relief from the warmth. "My, Sam, you are very tall" she commented.
"Uh thanks" Sam said, smiling, a bit nervous.
"Relax Sammy. They're family friends on mom's side" i said, then we went to the couch, but it wasn't big enough for the three of us, so while i quickly took my seat, Sam and Dean glared at each other before they attempted to sit down, shoving each other, finally resolving to rock-paper-scissors, Dean losing, as usual.
I laughed, watching Sam sit in triumph while Dean perched himself on the arm of the couch, his arms crossed.
"So, where's Charlie?" I asked.
"He should be coming back soon" Emma answered as she prepared dinner.
"How're things with the family business?" Grandpa Joe spoke up.
Me and Sam looked over at Dean, who shrugged, giving us the okay. We looked back at Grandpa Joe and started with Dad's death, to Sam's visions/psychic powers, to the demon outbreak, to Dean going to hell, to Castiel and the God Squad, to Lucifer walking the Earth, to Sam being soulless, to his hallucinations, to the Leviathan outbreak, to us finding the Prophet and ending with Dean escaping Purgatory.
"Angels?" They all asked, some in shock, others in disbelief.
Really? Out of all that, you're more concerned about angels?
We nodded, "yeah, his name's Castiel" i said, since he was the only helpful angel still alive.
"Prove it" Grandpa George said, then we heard the familiar flap of invisible wings and we looked up to see Castiel standing in the center of the room.
"Hello" he greeted in his gruff voice, giving a single nod.
"He's an angel?" Grandpa George asked, "where's the halo and the fluffy white wings?"
"Yeah, that's what i wondered too" Dean said.
"Angels do not have halos and i look like this because i am simply using a Vessel, since my true form is dangerous to humans. We have wings, yes, but not every angel has white wings like you assume" Castiel explained.
"Don't ask him to prove it, he'll most likely shatter the glass in this house" i said.
After a while, Castiel left just as a boy walked into the house, greeting the family, then stopped when he saw us. "Hello" he said in slight confusion.
"Charlie, this Sam, Dean and Alison Winchester" Emma said, "they're family friends"
"Oh, hi" he smiled.
"Hello" we replied in unison.
We all talked a while longer, then Dean got up, "well, we better get going and find a motel"
"No, you don't have to do that, you can stay with us for as long as you like" Emma said.
"Um, you sure?" Sam asked, uncertain.
"Yes, i'm sure. You can either sleep on the couch, in Charlie's room or anywhere you can find." She said.
I stood, "well, i call Charlie's room" i said, giving Charlie a small smile.
"Okay" Charlie smiled back, then lead me to his room while Sam and Dean fought over who got the couch. I stood in the middle of the room, while Charlie set up a spot on the floor, "sorry we don't have enough rooms or beds for everyone" he spoke while he worked.
"Don't worry about it, kiddo. We usually stay in motels, so this is a step up." I said, making my way over to my "bed" when he finished, almost tripping, dropping my duffle bag, causing everything to spill out. "Dammit" i said, kneeling down to pick up my clothes, shoving them in the bag.
"Why do you have guns and knives?" Charlie asked as i put my weapons away.
"My brothers and i are hunters" i answered, sighing when i finished, sittng on my makeshift bed.
"You mean like animals?"
I shook my head, "no, like monsters. We hunt the things that go bump in the night"
"Monsters are real?" He asked, confused and shocked.
I nodded, "yeah, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, the whole shibang. We hunt them and save people along the way" i said, Charlie moving to sit beside me.
"What other monsters are there?" He asked, more curious than scared, which i was thankful for.
"Anything you can think of" i said, then reached into my bag and pulled out dad's journal, showing Charlie as i flipped it open, "my dad, he kept this journal and wrote down every monster that we have or might run into" i said, "it explains what the thing is, what it does and how to kill it"
Charlie tilted his head, peering down at the journal. I handed it to Charlie and he flipped through the pages, then we both noticed that dad also had personal journal entries. How did i not see this before?
Our curiosity got the best of us and we began reading the journal entries as if it were pages of a book.
We finished reading and i felt guilty. All this time, i thought dad didn't care about us, forgot about us even. I despised him for scarring and putting Dean through hell, drilling into Dean that Sammy and me were his responsibility. It's why Dean went to Hell when he sold his soul to save Sammy.
"Alison, are you okay?" Charlie asked and i realized i was crying.
"Yeah, it's just... my dad was always so obsessed with hunting the demon that killed my mom and sometimes i felt he cared more about hunting Azazel than caring for his children. He always left us in motels and would go out hunting. It seemed like he would forget our birthdays, he never spent any holidays with us in the motel room. Dean was always left taking care of me and Sammy, until i got "old" enough to help" Soon, i ended up confiding in Charlie, talking about my entire life and i knew it was wrong to let everything out to a kid, but i couldn't help it. It was like this dam in me broke and everything flooded out.
When i finished, Charlie lightly patted my back and i knew he didn't know what to say. Hell, i didn't blame him, he was just a kid, i didn't expect him to relate to a hunter's life.
I sighed, "i'm sorry, i'm pouring my whole life story to you" i said.
"It's not a problem, Alison, sometimes, it's better to let things out than to keep everything bottled up" Charlie said.
I looked at Charlie, then gave him a smile, "you're right, Charlie"
Charlie smiled back, then got up and moved to his bed, turning the light off.
I sighed, putting dad's journal back in my bag before laying down and falling asleep.