Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, Dean, or Yellow Eyes... Even though I wish I did. Ally, however, is mine, as well as her power ;)
"Ally!" my little sister screamed as she rounded the corner into my room. She put a brat face on and a hand on her hip, holding my old stuffed Dumbo loosely by the ear. "Why is there a stupid Dumbo in my room?" she demanded
"I dunno why Dumbo is in your room," I replied, hurt.
"Well, I hate Dumbo."
"Then give him back, smarty."
She smirked, threw him at me, and rounded the corner. I set Dumbo down nicely next to me and picked my trig homework back up. It wasn't five minutes later that my momma walked in and made a bee-line to my closet.
I looked at her, confused. "Hey, Momma."
She poked her head out of the door and smiled. "Hey! Guess what?"
I knew exactly what. It was what had happened every single day last week. It was the reason I babysat my younger brother and sister throughout my whole spring break. But, of course, it was almost in my genetic makeup that I needed to be the 'good daughter'.
"What?" I asked with fake curiosity.
"It's date night!" she squealed.
Ahh, and there it was. Again. God, love her. I know I do.
I smiled as best I could. "Awesome."
She danced out of my closet holding my favorite dress.
"Have fun," I called out to her as she left my room.
"YEAH!" she yelled back.
Yup, that's my flighty momma… Beautiful thing. She's one of those ladies with the blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful smile, and that hourglass figure that guys go nuts over.
I've been told I inherited her figure and hair type-which is a mass of curls and waves-but that's it. I'm shorter than her by quite a few inches and have my dad's dark hair. Weird thing is, though, is that I got some off-the-wall eyes. They're hazel, but I swear they change color between a grey-blue, grey-green, and bright brown sometimes depending on my mood. Yes, it's way weird, but that's my eyes for ya.
I finished my trig homework to the best of my ability and headed for the kitchen to make supper for the kids. I was searching for the pack of chicken that was supposed to be in the freezer when Momma waltzed in wearing a pair of silver heels.
"What do ya think?" she asked, twirling.
I smiled, for real this time. "Ohh, girl, you look shmexy!" At that, she started dancing around to the playlist I had going on my laptop.
"Okay," she stated after a minute, "Nate and Maddie are supposed to be cleaning their room until it's spotless… or at least until supper is done." I giggled and she continued, "Bedtime is at 7:40, like always, and no TV for either of them."
I raised an eyebrow. "How come?"
She shrugged. "They can't keep their grades up and room clean, they can't watch TV." She stepped forward and gave me a hug. "Love you!"
I hugged her back. "Love you too." I squeezed and let go. "Be careful, okay?"
"Always!" she laughed.
She left and I went back to looking for chicken. Ten minutes later, I had the oven pre-heating, the chicken sautéed, and the rice cooking. I sat at the table with my new book and checked my phone for messages.
New Messages
Unknown (6:31 PM) We need to talk ab…
Unknown? I didn't even know it was possible to block your number with texting. I pulled my finger down the screen to unlock the phone and went straight to messages.
Unknown: We need to talk about that power of yours.
Power? Wrong number. I put my phone down and picked my book up.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
I picked my phone up again and stared at it.
New Messages
Unknown (6:32 PM) Ally, I have plans f…
My name. I slid my finger down the screen again.
Unknown: Ally, I have plans for you. You and the children like you.
We will speak more of it tonight.
Me. He really is talking to me. But, what is he talking about?
My phone buzzed in my hand: another message.
Unknown: Feed the children and put them to bed. We will speak then.
My eyes went wide and I looked around the kitchen. Nothing was out of place, the side door leading to the patio was locked, but the one on the other side of the kitchen wasn't. It wasn't really out of the ordinary for that door to be unlocked, since I had a cat that was let out and in all the time, but it was freaky all the same. I sprinted over to the door and opened it just a crack to let my cat inside, then shut it securely and slid the bolt home.
I shivered with the possibility that I was being watched. I mean, how else would this weirdo know I had to feed the kids?
I double checked all the doors in the house and ran upstairs to check on Nate and Maddie. Of course, the room was an utter disaster - still. There wasn't really much I could do about that, though, was there? I fed them, made sure they had their teeth brushed, and put them in bed.
I shut their door quietly and went to the living room, where I had full view of almost all doors. I knew it was probably a stupid joke, but weird things had happened to me before.
After about ten minutes of reading, my head started pounding. I put my book down and held my head in my hands.
Not again…
I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to make the pain edge off a bit. Just then I heard quick little footsteps and I looked up to see my crack kitty shooting off across the living room and down the hall.
I heard a thump where she must have made contact with a wall and looked after her. "Weirdo cat," I muttered to myself.
"Odd cat indeed," a deep, echoing voice said from the opposite side of the living room.
I jumped off of my couch and stared, wide-eyed at the figure in front of me.
"Jake?" I asked incredulously. My cousin was standing in the doorway to the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, looking down to where the bill of his hat was hiding his eyes. "When did you get here?" Even to me, my voice sounded like it was rattling around in my brain, echoing off a bit.
His shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Just now," he answered in that same deep, echoing voice.
I frowned, doing a mental check of all doors I know I locked. "How did you get in? I had all the doors locked…"
"Now why would you do that?" he asked with mock curiosity.
The pounding started up again and I felt sick to my stomach. Something was wrong. I started toward my cousin. "Jake, are you okay…?"
He lifted his head and yellow eyes stared at me from where brown ones should have been. Those eyes. I jerked my hand away and stared at him wide-eyed. "Please tell me those are contacts."
"Ally," he began, walking slowly toward me, "I have plans for you." My eyes widened yet again. "You and all the children like you."
My brow furrowed. "You sent those creepy messages? You jerk, you really scared me." I raised my right hand and went to smack him upside his head but he caught my arm mid-smack and squeezed.
"Don't you dare lift a hand to me, human."
He didn't let go, but looked at me with those yellow eyes. A slow anger flared inside me. "You can drop the act, J. What do you want, all the food in our fridge? The vodka in the closet? Well, you need to take that up with Momma…" He frowned and I sighed. "Sorry, my head just really hurts and you scared me half to death." I turned to sit back on the couch, but was instantly jerked roughly back toward my cousin. "Ow-!"
His eyes were hard. "You will do what I say, Ally, or you will regret it. Do you understand?"
My head split just then, making me gasp in pain as I almost crumbled where I stood. I clutched my head with my free hand, and then it hit me.
I suddenly knew what was going on.
"Who are you?" I choked out, trying to peek at the imposter. He was possessed. It was nothing I hadn't seen before, but it was scary to see someone I knew like this.
His smile looked so wrong on my cousin's sweet face. "I am your future." He raised the hand holding my arm, pulling my near limp body to his eye level. "Do you know why I need you?"
Of course, I knew why. I heard my arm snap and suppressed a small scream. "No," I answered through tears and gritted teeth.
"Lies," he growled. Next thing I knew, I was sliding down the wall by the piano, on the opposite side of the room, back searing and head pounding.
I looked up at my 'cousin' and tried to focus my blurry vision. "What do you want?" I rasped.
"I want an army."
"But, why-"
He lifted his hand toward me in what seemed as less than a millisecond. "Silence!" he growled, and made a fist.
My body felt like it was being crushed. Every muscle was being stretched to it's absolute limits and my breath was squeezed out.
"You are a soldier. You will not question me." Weird things had happened to me before, but nothing like this. This guy wasn't even touching me, yet he was definitely on the verge of killing me. Black and white dots danced in my vision. "Find your power," he said, false-comfort coating his voice, "and learn to control it. We will talk after you have accomplished this."
He released his fist and I gulped in air, making myself light-headed. I felt something tickling down my face and reached up to catch a stray tear, but instantly let my arm drop as I felt the numbing awkwardness of a broken bone.
I looked up at him when he appeared above me. Another wicked smile. "Tell no one if you value their life."
Another tear dropped silently down my cheek as I nodded.
My cousin threw his head back and a black smoke shot out of his mouth, hovered a bit, then floated to the door, and disappeared through the door frame, leaving him laying limply in front of me.
"Jake?" I asked shakily. "Jake! Are you okay?"
He stirred a bit, but no answer.
I got up slowly, cradling my broken arm.
"What a mess," I whispered.
Sam had another vision. Apparently, this little brunette in Mississippi was a psychic, too, and from what Sam had seen, she wasn't in very good standings with the Yellow-Eyed demon.
After extensive research, the boys were parked across the street from her house, watching to see what would happen. They heard banging and saw a black smoke leave the home, but they couldn't move… Not yet.
"Do you even know what this girl can do?" Dean asked through a mouth full of burrito.
Sam shook his head and looked down at the gun laying on his knee. "All I saw was her be thrown against a wall and the yellow-eyed demon standing in front of her saying he wanted an army." He looked at the home and sighed. "Dean?"
"Mmm?"
"What if I cant save her either? What if she dies just like the others?"
Dean shoved the last bit of burrito in his mouth and shook his head. "Not gunna ha'pn, Sammy. We're not losin' another 'un."
Sam just let out a breath.
"Hey, Sam…"
"Yeah?"
"This girl… Ally… is she hot?" Sam turned to his brother, a look of confusion on his face. "What?" Dean asked innocently. "I cant have fun on the job?"
The younger of the two shook his head and grinned.
"Oh, that bad, huh?"
Sam looked up quickly, amusement in his eyes. "No! No… She's actually pretty from what I saw."
"Just pretty?"
"Well, I can't really say much more since I only caught a glimpse… but I will definitely be able to recognize her."
"Yeah," Dean said, shifting in his seat to look out the windshield, "well, here's your chance."
Sam sat up and looked, too. The garage door opened and a small figure moved to get in the car, arms wrapped around her thin midriff.
"That her?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." A bulky white Expedition pulled out and sped down the road. "Let's go."
The boys followed the tail lights to a small hospital off of the main road and parked the Impala in the visitor's section only a few rows over from the girl.
"Why're we here?" Dean asked. "Did you see her get hurt?"
"She might have gotten hurt when she was thrown against the wall," Sam shrugged. "But I didn't hear any pain cries."
They got out and walked slowly behind the small figure.
Sam stopped when he saw what part of the building they were headed. "The ER?"
Dean slapped a laminated clip into his brother's hand. "Come on, Dr. Stephens," he grinned at his younger brother. "We have work to do."