AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi all! This is a re-write of my fic 'The Adventures of Alyson Winchester'. I started writing about Sam and Dean's little sister Alyson in the spring of 2016 and published this story in June of that year. Since then, I've published almost 40 stories about Aly at different ages. When I first started writing, I had barely seen any of Supernatural-I started watching it at the beginning of 2016, so I didn't know a lot of detail about Azazael or things that happened in later seasons. With every fic I write and publish, the Aly-verse has changed bit by bit, and I feel like Alyson and her family and their relationships have evolved and grown since I started. I wanted to re-write 'The Adventures of...' to reflect those changes and I will be adding some different elements as well. I want parts of the story to be different, and I want things to really reflect how I see Aly and her life. If you're a fan of Alyson and you've read her other fics, I hope you enjoy the re-write, please let me know, and if you're new to my fics, I hope you like what you read. Thanks to Alexofthegarden, CrzedPanda, and Edge_of_Clairvoyance for beta-ing!

This is an AU SisFic. Content Warnings for swearing, violence, underage drinking, angst, fluff, and disciplinary spanking of a teenager- so if that's not your thing, don't read, or skip those parts of the story.

Alyson is 8 years younger than Sam and 12 years younger than Dean. In this fic, she is 14 years old, which makes Sam 22 years old and Dean 26 years old. If this is your first introduction to Alyson and you want to read more, please take a look at my page, there are many short stories about Aly at different ages.

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I just wanted someone to pay attention to me. I wanted someone to really look at me, and listen to what I was saying. Sometimes I wanted to just stand there and scream, or just take off running and keep going, to see how far away I could get from them before they would actually notice. Or would they even come after me?

See, for my family, it was the hunt that mattered, the Goddamned hunt for all the nasty supernatural creatures that harmed people. Dad had finally pinpointed the thing that had killed our Mom a few years ago, a demon. And when he had announced that he was figuring out how to track it and kill it, both my brothers' eyes had lit up with that same obsessive fire that had been in our Dad's eyes for years now.

You've probably heard of the Winchesters- badass hunters. Monsters run the other way when they hear that the Winchesters are in town. My father, John Winchester, is well known for his fanatical attention to detail and his ability to track and capture any supernatural creature. My brothers, Sam and Dean, are a crack team of "brains and brawn"- Sam's the expert researcher and Dean's the expert hunter. Dad trained them to do everything, but Sam prefers books and lore while Dean prefers to be out in the field hunting.

And then there's me, the little sister. Dad had tried to train me to be a hunter, when I was younger, and it was clear that I wasn't cut out for it. I was clumsy and small. When he tried to teach me how to spar with the boys, I ended up getting hurt and I was too timid to swing at them. I had bad aim and no sense of direction. The loudness of a gun going off had me clapping my hands to my ears in shock, dropping the weapon and earning a spanking right there in the middle of the woods. I could track a little bit, but like I said, had no sense of direction, so if I went out into the forest I'd probably get lost and end up needing to be tracked myself.

For the past few years, Dad had been out more, researching and putting clues together about the demon that killed Mom as well as whatever monster he was hunting that week. And that meant that he left Dean in charge. And it seemed that the older I got, the more Dean cracked down on me. No more easy-going big brother, with tickles and little gifts of chocolate bars, he was strict and stern and serious. He didn't let anything go, and he expected me to toe the line as far as my behavior, just like Dad had expected of my brothers when they were younger. Sam had been my best friend when I was little, now he mostly tried to run interference with me and Dean.

The two of them also went out hunting a lot more now than they had when I was younger, because I was old enough that I didn't need a babysitter for overnights. I helped with research and I was pretty good at translating Latin, and Dad had let me start helping with things like occasional weapons maintenance and re-stocking the duffles. Mostly, I took care of the household stuff, cooking meals and cleaning, so that they could concentrate on the hunt. When I was younger Dad would say, "We're a team, and we each have a part to play to make things run smoothly," but I think he was just trying to make me feel better about doing chores. I do the mundane, behind the scenes stuff, while they're the ones who actually fight the monsters and save lives. And that's what really matters- "Saving People, Hunting Things". It's become our unofficial family motto.

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I heard the low rumble of the Impala's engine as it pulled up in front of our rented house, and then car doors slamming and the keys in the lock.

"Hey, short stuff," Dean said off-handedly as he came in, slinging a large canvas duffel bag onto the floor.

Sam followed him, eyeing me to assess my mood and see if he could give me a hug. He's always been the best at reading me, he and I have a special connection that's different from Dean and me. They both had grown up taking care of me, but for Dean it was more about the responsibility of it, whereas with Sam, he actually took the time to befriend me and play with me and the like.

Sam came over. "Hey Aly, missed you," he said, reaching out and squeezing my arm. I was feeling prickly today and it probably showed on my face.

Dad was laden down with a couple of bulky duffles and the cooler, and I hurried forward to help him. I took the bags from him, and he nodded in greeting. "Hey, kiddo, thanks," he said gruffly. I set the duffles over where Dean had dropped his as Dad disappeared to take the cooler into the kitchen.

He came back to the living room. "Dammit, Alyson, where's dinner? I told you when we were going to be home," he growled. His eyes were tired and he looked stressed. He was usually grumpy when they returned from hunts these days.

I did the majority of the cooking for us now, it was something I could do well, and I enjoyed it, but his grouching hurt my feelings. "Oh, I'm sorry. I lost track of time between all the studying I have to do and the million chores you dumped on me!"

"You want to watch your tone," he warned, "It looks like you've been slacking on the chores as well, there are still dishes in the sink! Did you at least fill up the shotgun shells?"

"Yes, all three thousand, five hundred eighty-seven of them," I sighed and rolled my eyes.

He sighed angrily in response. "Knock off the melodrama," he snapped, "You know I expect your chores to be done when we get back from a hunt."

"Right, because that's all that matters, isn't it? Chores and hunting. Never mind, 'How was your weekend, Alyson? Get that book report finished? Did you enjoy being alone for three days?'" I turned to stomp out of the room, barely registering Dad's stunned face. Sam caught my eye as I passed him and gave me a sympathetic look.

I heard Dean say, "Hey, Dad, cut her some slack-" before I closed my door.

I tried to start studying, but I was too keyed up now. I paced for a few minutes and then sat down on my bed and tried to concentrate on my math book, hoping that would make my anger dissipate.

Eventually someone knocked on my door, and Dean leaned his head in. "I ordered some pizzas, c'mon."

I set my book to the side and crossed the room to him.

"Pizza's good, but I was really hoping you had made your meatloaf tonight. I've been craving it recently," he slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the kitchen.

"Noted," I told him, "I can make it later."

There was one pizza box on the counter and one on the kitchen table. Sam and Dad were already seated, and Sam held up a plate with a slice of pepperoni and sausage, which was my favorite.

I took it and sat down next to him. "Thanks."

Dean grabbed a beer out of the cooler on the floor and sat down on the other side of me. After several seconds of silence, he cleared his throat. I glanced up to see him giving Dad a look and nodding at me.

Dad set his pizza down. "So, Alyson, how, uh, how's school been going?" His voice was uncomfortable.

"Fine," I replied curtly.

Dad glanced at Dean and then Sam. "Got some of those cookies you like for dessert," he lifted the lid of the pizza box and pulled out a small cardboard container. The place that we ordered pizza from sold fresh-baked cookies on the premises as well.

I guessed that my brothers had tried to talk to Dad about being nice to me. The cookies were probably Dean's idea, he always used to bring me a candy bar whenever he could. "Thanks."

Dad sighed, and then got up to grab a napkin off the counter. As he sat down again, he said, "We've got another hunt coming up this weekend."

"Another one? But-you just got back!" I protested.

He raised his eyebrows at my protest- people don't question John Winchester. "Because we have a hunt, that's why! What's the problem?"

"I told you last week, the Fine Arts Festival is this weekend and we're singing in it and then we have the audition for County Choir. You're not even going to be here? I've been talking about this for weeks!" I was hurt, again. I had been excited that my family was going to be able to watch me perform. "Can't Sam stay here with me and go to the concert?"

Dad shook his head. "It's an all hands on deck kind of thing. We're meeting up with some other hunters Friday."

"Well that's just great. Enjoy your hunt!" I snapped.

Dad shifted in his chair and pointed at me. "Listen, young lady, I've had just about enough of your mouth for one evening! Keep it up, and I will take you to Bobby's for the weekend, no matter what your plans are!"

He glared at me, and I glared back, but I couldn't keep it up. Dad is the master of the Winchester Glare, and I dropped my eyes to my lap after a few moments.

We sat in uncomfortable silence for several minutes as we all ate.

"Is the audition the same day as your program?" Sam asked me.

"Yeah, we're going to sing in the morning and then meet over at the high school in the afternoon for the audition. I'm going to get a ride with Jenny for both," I looked at Dad, "Is that okay?"

"All right," he nodded. "I want you home before dark. No friends over and you don't go anywhere without asking for permission. Call us to check in every couple hours."

"I know the drill!" I huffed, "You don't have to keep telling me!"

Dad's face got hard, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. I knew then that I had pushed too far. He leaned forward, his eyebrows down, and gritted out, "Lose -the -attitude -NOW-or- else."

I knew not to respond with something sassy like 'Or else what?'- that would just be signing a death warrant for my butt. Instead, I dropped my eyes again, feeling my face get hot, and mumbled, "Yessir."

He stood up and carried his dish over to the sink. "I'm going to take a shower. Boys, get the dirty clothes sorted tonight, and then go through the weapons duffle."

"Yes sir," my brothers replied in stereo.

When we had finished eating, I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher hurriedly. I had meant to earlier, but had forgotten. Dishes are one thing I don't mind doing, because I can do it pretty quickly. I went back to my room and sat down on the bed to study.

I left the door open and listened to my brothers moving around in the living room and talking with each other. They had probably spread the guns out on the coffee table to clean them, it was standard protocol after a hunt.

I heard someone clear their throat and looked up. Dad stood in the doorway uneasily. "This, uh, concert... it's not the only one this year?" He was looking at the floor.

"No, there's going to be an end of the year concert in June," I told him.

He raised his head and looked at me. "I did forget, Alyson, I'm sorry. This hunt came up all of a sudden, and like I said, it's a big one. There's a huge nest of vampires and we need a lot of people there to clear it out," he rubbed his chin, which was still stubbly- he'd forgotten to shave. "I'll make sure I come to the concert in June."

"Sure," I replied. Don't cry, don't cry, I told myself. I was so used to him snapping at me these days, or not really being present when I talked to him, that when he was actually nice to me, it made me well up. I blinked rapidly to clear my eyes- Dad had apologized for forgetting, and that was big. It was rare of him to admit something like that, and I knew I should thank him or say something-anything- but I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth, but then closed it, because I couldn't think of how to start.

He gave me a brief smile, but his eyes looked melancholy. "I'll... let you get back to studying."

I nodded. I wished I could run to him and hug him like I used to. When I was little, he'd swing me up in the air and I would squeal with laughter. I had been too big to do that for a while now. I wasn't really big on hugging anymore anyway.

"Hit the rack by twenty-two thirty," he told me as he turned to leave.

"Okay, g' night," I called, but he was already gone.

Sam came into my room a short while later and sat on the foot of my bed. "I saw that there's a new Margaret Atwood out. Want me to pick it up for you this weekend?"

"Sam, you don't have to bribe me with stuff."

"I'm not, I know you like her books and I'm just trying to be nice."

"You're just trying to make up for Dad being such a bear all the time."

He shrugged. "Maybe a little. He's just worried about you staying safe."

"Well, he has a funny way of showing it!"

"He's ex-military, Aly. And believe me, you got a lot more affection from him than Dean or I ever did when were were younger. You're the one who stopped wanting that, and it confused him," he reached out and put his hand on my ankle, "Make sure you be careful this weekend, okay?"

"I'm always careful, dude," I said, closing my book, "I need to go to bed."

He stood up, came over to me, and leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "'Night, Alybug."

I put my arms around him, and he hugged me back. "Good night, Sammy."

The hot summer sun was just reaching the horizon when I heard the familiar rumble of the car. I would know that sound anywhere, I had grown up listening to the vibrations lull me to sleep as we drove from one motel to the next, and the back seat was my home away from home.

"Uncle Bobby, they're here!" I exclaimed, standing up and brushing the dust off of my hands. I had been drawing in the dirt with a stick, in the area in front of the open garage while he worked on a car engine.

He grunted from underneath the car and then slid out. Tools clattered behind me as I walked over towards the entryway.

"Hang back, kid," Uncle Bobby called to me.

I stood still while the black Impala pulled into the yard. There was a thin layer of dried mud coating most of the lower half of it, and I knew that my big brother Dean would want to wash the car as soon as he could- he took care of the car almost as good as he took care of me.

The front passenger door opened and Dean got out, flashed a big grin, and squatted down, opening his arms.

"Dean!" I ran to him, and he grabbed me up in a hug, standing up as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Heya, short stuff," he said happily, tickling my sides until I wriggled and shrieked.

He leaned forward and pretended to drop me, and then swung me back and forth. "Catch, Sammy!" He held me out, and then Sam was there with his arms underneath me, and I "landed" in his embrace.

I threw my arms around Sam and kissed his cheek. "I missed you!"

He had just started going out hunting with Daddy and Dean instead of taking care of me at whatever motel we were staying in. "Missed you too, Alybug!"

"Didja catch any deers?" I asked.

Sam glanced at Dean and something passed between them. "Uh, no, not any deer," he said, and gave an odd chuckle.

I felt hands on my sides as I was pulled out of Sam's arms, and then I was being crushed into Daddy's flannel chest. He smelled like sweat and campfire smoke and pine trees. "Daddy!" I gasped as he loosened his arms.

"There's my girl!" He kissed my forehead, and I felt his hand on the back of my head. "Were you good for Uncle Bobby?"

I nodded. "Uh huh, guess what, he made beef stew for dinner an' I got to help! An' I made the biscuits mostly! I got to roll them out!"

"I can't wait to eat them, I'm sure they're delicious," Daddy kissed me again, and then set me down.

"Man, I can't wait to get inside and take a real shower," Dean said enthusiastically, "That cabin had no indoor plumbing, it sucked!"

Daddy walked around to the trunk and opened it. "Grab your things, boys. Showers first, and then weapons cleaning after dinner."

"Yessir," Dean replied dutifully, going over and grabbing some duffles.

Sam followed him, and I followed Sam. "Did you find me any pine cones or acorns?"

He glanced down at me, shouldering a duffle. "Uh, not this time, Aly. We didn't- there wasn't time to stop and look."

Daddy began to walk towards the house with Uncle Bobby. I heard him ask, "How did it go?"

Daddy's deeper voice replied, "Ray has a lot of knowledge, thanks for setting us up with him."

Once we were all inside, my brothers took their duffles upstairs to unpack and shower. Uncle Bobby got out two glasses and a tall bottle filled with brown liquid, and poured some in both glasses, then he handed one to Daddy.

Daddy was leaning against the counter, and he took a deep swallow. I walked over to him and held my arms up. "Pick me up!" I demanded.

He chuckled. "Just like when you were a toddler," he shook his head, and then glanced at Uncle Bobby, who was at the stove stirring the stew. "Go play, Aly, I want to talk to your uncle."

I pouted. "But Daddyyy-"

"We can talk later, John, this one's been anxious about you comin' back all day, just wantin' to see you. All she's talked about is how much she missed y'all and how much she wanted to hug all' a you." Uncle Bobby waved the ladle at us.

Daddy sighed, took another drink, and set the glass on the counter. "All right, you," he leaned down and picked me up. "Tell me about your weekend."

I snuggled into his flannel. "It was kinda boring. I missed you. We watched movies a lot an' I practiced writing my name!" I was going to go to 'Big Kid's School' in the fall, and Sam had been working with me on how to read and write my name.

I felt Daddy chuckle in his chest. I looked up at him. "I was brave this time an' didn't cry at bedtime like last time!"

I felt his hand in my hair, stroking it back from my face, and he smiled down at me. "Oh, that's great, I'm proud of you!" He walked us over to the table and sat down, setting me on his lap. "What movies did you watch?"

"Um, Hunnerd an' One Dalmatians, an' Charlotte's Web-"

"Twice," Uncle Bobby piped up, and Daddy chuckled. "She's been obsessed with that movie lately."

"Can I have a pet pig like Wilbur?"

Both of them laughed. "No, pigs aren't pets, and they grow to be very big. They belong on farms."

"Will you read to me tonight?" I played with the buttons on the front of Daddy's shirt.

"I thought that was your thing with Sam."

"I just want you to do it," I laid my head on his chest and slid my arms around him, happy that he was finally back from hunting.

He stroked my hair again. "All right, Pumpkin, I will."

I woke up feeling nostalgic. It had been a long time since I'd dreamed about when I was younger. At first, Dad had taken Dean out hunting and left Sam to watch me, and then he'd decided to start training Sam as well, which meant that they had to do something with me. I got left with neighbors a couple of times, which didn't always go well, and then Dad decided he could only trust other hunters who were family friends. It was tough for me when all three of them left, and back then I went through periods of being insecure and shy. They had all been pretty protective of me when I was small, which had brought us closer together, so when they left for days it was hard.

When I went out to the living room, Dean was asleep on the sofa. Even though this house had three bedrooms, each room only had one bed. Both my brothers are over six feet tall so there was no way that they'd fit in a double bed together. They switched off sleeping in the bed and on the sofa when they were home.

I quietly made myself breakfast and then went to my room to gather my things for school. When I came back out to the living room, Dean was sitting up, yawning. "Hey, Aly," he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled at me.

I was overcome with another wave of nostalgia, and walked over to him. "Good morning," I said shyly, and I leaned down to hug him.

"Hey, g'morning," he hugged me back, giving me a tight squeeze. When I let go and stood up, he was looking up at me with genuine happiness on his face.

"What?" I asked, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder.

"It's just- I dunno, it's been a while since you hugged me like that." He scratched his head. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I—I had a dream, and it made me remember when I was little, and I felt-" I shrugged, not knowing how to explain it to him.

"Was it a good dream?"

I nodded. "Yeah, like remembering I'd stay with Uncle Bobby and you guys would come back from a hunt and all." My cell phone alert chimed, and I pulled it out and pressed a button. "I gotta go to the bus stop. Seeya."

"Okay, have a good day, kiddo."

When I walked into the house that afternoon, my brothers and Dad were in the kitchen, looking over a paper map that was spread out over the table.

Dad glanced at his watch. "Why are you late?" he growled.

"I stayed after to go over some stuff about the concert."

He glared at me. "I don't recall you asking permission for that, young lady."

"It wasn't a long meeting," I shrugged, "It's only about 15 minutes after the bus would have dropped me off anyways."

He shook his head. "That is not the point-" His phone rang, and he answered it, and then left the room, motioning for Dean to follow him.

Sam was standing at the counter, his laptop open. "You need to let us know what you're doing, Aly," he reprimanded.

"You're going to jump on me too?" I walked over to the fridge and took out a package of chicken.

He turned towards me. "We worry about you-"

I gestured at the map. "Doesn't look like there was much worrying going on, Dad's only coming down on me because that's what he always does." I walked around him to set the meat on the counter. I got out a cutting board and a knife, and then started to slice the chicken up.

Dad and Dean came back into the kitchen. "I've got to pack for tomorrow, I'm going to go get some supplies and may be gone overnight. You-" he pointed at me, "You know I don't accept excuses. I don't have to time to deal with it right now, but the next time you don't ask permission, there's going to be a consequence. You make sure you listen to your brothers while I'm gone."

"I always do," I rolled my eyes as he turned and walked out of the room.

Dean stepped over to me. "Oh, you always listen to us, do you?" He teased, "Little Miss 'I do my own thing and always get into trouble for it'?"

"Watch it, I've got a knife here, ya know!" I retorted, continuing to slice up the chicken. "Make yourself useful and get the frying pan out for me, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Dean saluted me and got the large heavy frying pan out of the drawer under the stove. "What are you making?" He asked greedily.

"Chicken tenders and potato wedges and some kind of vegetable."

"Sounds awesome, except for the veg. We still got some of that barbecue sauce I like?"

"I think so, check the fridge."

Dad was distracted by phone calls the rest of the night, and took his plate of food into his bedroom to eat while he talked and packed. When I got up for school the next morning, he was already gone.