Beans on toast. Again. It had been that way for the past 18 years but she wouldn't have it any other way. Allie couldn't recall much about the short five years that she had with her parents, only flashes of faces and the echoes of laughs however their screams still resounded in her dreams coupled with thick black smoke and the smell of sulphur; that night changed her life forever.

"Eat up AllieCat! This car ain't gonna fix itself!" The sound of the hollering broke her from her thoughts. Bobby Singer. He had been the one to find her that night, cowering in the bathroom behind a salt line whilst silently chanting an exorcism. He was immediately besotted with the little girl and couldn't find it in his heart to let her go so he chose to bring her up as if she were his own, teaching her the tricks of the trade (both mechanical and supernatural) and watching proudly as she blossomed into the strongest and most determined young lady you would ever lay your eyes upon and boy was she a beauty!

"Coming!" Allie answered as she pulled her unruly brunette curls into a ponytail and placed her dirty dishes in the sink. Noticing the time, she pulled on her old combat boots and ran outside to the garage.

"You sleep okay? You look hella tired."

"On and off" she shrugged as she slid under the car, wrench in hand "you found any hunts nearby? I'm itching to get out again!"

"Thought you were waiting on Tweedle Dum finishing whatever the hell he's doing?"

"Yeah but it's been weeks! Don't get me wrong Sioux Falls is great and I love being home but there's only so many cars I can fix and bottles I can shoot…" Bobby shook his head at the girl as she slid out from underneath the 1978 Mustang Coupe. Allie had always been the adventurous type, always preferring climbing trees and rolling in the mud to dresses and dolls, it had made her strong and agile. Bobby always believed that hunting was in Allie's blood; she was highly intelligent, retaining information like a sponge, and she was brave with a heart of gold, she was also a great shot with both a gun and a bow and arrow. Of course Allie preferred the bow, it was more of a challenge to her in her younger years and she thought she looked pretty badass.

"That it done?"

"Yep!" Allie grinned as she wiped the oil from her hands and turned on the ignition as proof.

"That's my girl! How 'bout we see about that hunt now?" Bobby replied patting her shoulder as he moved towards the house. He had taken a step back from hunting, only manning the phones and researching cases for his fellow hunters, to focus on being a father to Allie and ensuring that she would have as normal a life as he could provide until she was old enough for him to get back in the game. He had never agreed with the way that his close friend John Winchester had decided to bring his boys up, if you could call it that; run down motel rooms, different schools nearly every day of the week and weeks alone. No, Bobby did not agree with it at all and that was not what he wanted for his AllieCat, she would go to school, take her exams and go to prom and if she decided that she wanted in on the family business then that's what she would do but it would be her decision and until she had made that choice Bobby would make sure that she wanted for nothing and had the safety and security to blossom. The difference in parenting styles had often caused a rift between Bobby and John and Bobby truly felt for the boys especially the eldest Dean. There was too much responsibility resting on such young shoulders and he only ever got a glimpse into the life of a child on the days he would visit the Singer household.

The bond between Dean Winchester and Allie Clarke was an unbreakable one. One that had formed the second they were introduced. They trusted each other more than anyone else in the world, promised never to lie to each other and depended on one another to help them through the trials that accompanied life as a hunter and Allie was one hell of a wingman.

Just as Allie opened her mouth to answer the man, the roaring of a 1967 Impala could be heard in the distance. Shielding her emerald green eyes from the hot South Dakota sun she searched the horizon and soon enough the car came into sight.

"He must have heard your cries of boredom!" Bobby laughed nudging her, "Hell, I was getting ready to shoot you myself…"

Allie merely grinned in response as she wrapped her arms around him watching as the sleek black Impala came to halt at her feet. The door swung open.

"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."