Disclaimer: We do not own Supernatural (plots, creatures etc.) or any of the characters. We only own our own two OC's or any original plot points we create.

Foreword: Okay, welcome to my portion of the story! I am seriously bad at writing disclaimers, so I stole Mary's. I'm the Survivor portion of the name. And this is Alice's chapter. I hope you like it. I seriously think that Alice is one of my favorite characters I've ever dreamed up. I'm excited to know what you think. Have fun reading, and see you on the flip side! Also, there is profanity in this chapter. Viewer discretion is advised.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This occurs a year or two before the pilot. Sam is off at college and Dean is traveling around with his Impala saving people.

Prologue: Alice

The drizzle. That was the worst part about this. It wasn't even a real rain. She stood on the side of the pavement, her white tank top and green shorts damp, facing the oncoming traffic. At least this way, the wind was at her back. As a blue VW bug passed, she held out her thumb. No dice. The driver scowled and raced on past. She sighed and swept her damp fringe from her eyes, the rest of her hair heavy in its crown around her head. Headlight appeared in the distance.

"Come on," she mumbled, "please let this one help." She raised her thumb again, giving the driver a charming smile. The black Impala started to slow down next to her. She breathed a sigh of relief and collected her pack from the muddy ground next to her. She walked up to the car and bent down, peering through the rolled down window. Looking back at her was a younger guy with very dark, short blond hair and dark eyes. He had an easy smile and wore a beat up leather jacket over a plaid button up.

"You need a lift?" She nodded. "Just toss your pack in the backseat." She did as he said then climbed in the passenger seat, relaxing against the seat. She was finally out of the rain. They drove in silence a while, nothing but the sound of their breaths.

"Aren't you a little young to be on your own like this? What are you? Seventeen? Eighteen?" He glanced at her, eyes taking in her appearance.

"I'm twenty-two," she shot back, "despite my looks." The kind driver raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth turned down.

"Whatever you say, Pixie."

She rolled her eyes and stared out the window. "As if I haven't heard that one before. People my height don't have very imaginative names made up for them."

"Okay. What should I call you instead, if I'm not creative enough?"

"I'm Alice," she smiled. "Alice Kenningway." She had chosen the name just the week before. It still fit her, which was nice. There was still room to define it.

"Hello, Alice Kenningway. I'm Dean Winchester. Before you ask, I'm not twenty-one. I'm older than my face may look. I'm in fact twenty-four." Alice snorted. He grinned and kept driving. "Where you headed?"

Alice shrugged. "Not anywhere in particular. Just looking for an adventure." Dean let out a funny little laugh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering why someone would have ballerina pink hair." He glanced sideways at her unusually coloured locks. "That's actually caught my attention in the first place. Brightest thing on the road. Well, that and your height of course."

"The hair is to match my tutu of course." She paused until the man stopped laughing. "Grown people who are four-foot-ten often attract attention. Or people ignore them. If you're already being noticed, why not go all out? Hence the hair. Of course, I don't like to be ignored either so the hair causes people to look at me. It's also an awesome ice breaker." She grinned. "Win-win in my book."

"Four-foot-ten. That tiny, huh?" Dean smirked.

"I suppose you aren't much taller than me, judging by the apparent size of your brain and the general brain to cranium to body ratios." The driver's jaw dropped open.

"Not that much taller than you!" he spluttered. "I'm six-foot-one!" Alice frowned.

"Huh. That is quite a bit taller." Silence fell as Alice stared out the window and Dean tried to get past the slight on his looks and his intelligence.

"I bet most people are much taller than you. Except for grade schoolers, of course."

"What were you? Born a freakishly tall child?"

"Okay," Dean said, sounding annoyed, "first thing you have to know about me, I've never been freakishly anything." He glared at her profile. "Where do you need to go?"

"I already told you-"

"Meaning," he interrupted, "where can I kick your disrespectful ass out of my car?"

"How mature," Alice mocked. "The second someone threatens you, you need to get rid of them." She scoffed. "And what a way to get upset. When someone insults the way you look. You're that vain?"

"Okay." Dean slammed on the brakes, stopping his Impala on the side of the road. "That's it. Get out." He unlocked the doors and crossed his arms. "Out." Alice looked out the window doubtfully. They were in the middle of an empty stretch, no signs in sight either way, empty farmland surrounding them.

"Fine." She threw open the door and stepped out. "Fine," she said again, slamming the door shut. "I don't need you." She collected her pack from the back of the car. "I think there's a town across this field." She stepped away from Dean's ride as he revved the engine and sped away. She sighed and put down her pack, kneeling to tie her shoe. There went her ride. Back to the drizzle.

The drizzle. It fell on the windshield of his Chevy and made it that much harder for him to see. Inside of his stomach, anger still burned, hot and slow, indignant about that teensy little fairy making fun of him. Dean couldn't understand it. How was such a tiny kid so spunky? And older than his brother? It blew his mind.

Which was small, according to Alice.

He slowed down to a more acceptable speed when he saw a sign coming up. This was his turning. He started to pull off onto the exit when it finally hit him. The reason why he was coming here was that farmers and farm hands were disappearing. Went into the fields in the morning and never came back out. And his new 'friend' Alice was about to go into one.

"Shit!" Dean swerved at the last moment and pulled a full 180 and then floored it back down the motorway the way he came. "Dammit, Alice! Why do you have to be so snarky?" He grit his teeth and pushed down harder on the accelerator, trying to get back to where he had unceremoniously kicked her from the car. He neared the spot and eased up on the gas, trying to spot her vivid hair against the pale plants. There it was.

He slammed his hand against the horn, trying desperately to attract her attention and keep her from going too far into the field. "Alice!" He saw her turn around toward the road and see the car. She narrowed her eyes and took a step towards him. Then her head disappeared under the waving tops of the crops.

"Dammit!" He grabbed his Colt from the glove compartment and threw open the door, launching himself across the street. "If I get you out alive, I swear, I'm going to kill you, Pixie." He ran into the field to where the girl went down.

He stood there, waist high in the waving grasses, spinning around, trying to look for some sign of the danger. Once he had determined nothing was going to attack him, he looked down at the ground, keeping his gun at the ready. Although his own footsteps made the mud unclear, Dean could still see the girl's prints. However, hers were the only ones other than his own. He bent down to get a better look.

There, at the edge of the trampled plants. Drag marks. Those were never good. Dean started to follow them, hoping that they'll lead him to wherever this thing was keeping the girl. Usually, he liked going in knowing what the hell he was up against. But this time, he couldn't. Hopefully, he would get the girl out and be able to come back and take care of the rest. No matter what, this midget was paying for making him do this.

Even though this was a large part of his job description.

Dean sighed and bent down, keeping an eye on the trail through the grasses.

"I feel like freaking Hansel," he muttered to himself. "This girl is too small to be this much trouble." He followed the path for the better part of ten minutes, weaving and swerving through the field. Then he slowed down. Spatters of blood were now appearing beside the ridges of mud. The ground started sloping down, forming a hollow that was invisible from all the surrounding land.

"This your hide out, you little son of a bitch?" Dean checked his Colt and kept his finger alongside the trigger. A dark hole yawned from the wall of the dip and the trail of blood and marks led right into it. "I take that as a yes," Dean said, raising his eyebrows.

He cautiously approached the mouth of the cave, stepping lightly and keeping his gun in front of him. The darkness soon encompassed him, the only light at his back. Judging by the fact that he hadn't been attacked yet, Dean took it that the perpetrator in this situation wasn't home. Nonetheless, he kept his gun up as he took out his flashlight. Once he could see, he got his back to a wall and swept the place. There were long root like things hanging from the ceilings, more like ropes than anything else. Tied to one of them was the pink haired girl. She hung a good two feet off the ground by her wrists. Blood dripped down her arm, coming from a gash at her wrist. More dribbled from a cut on her leg. A couple other ropes were bloodied as well, but there weren't any signs of other humans.

"Oh, God," he said, going up to Alice. She was hurt. That thing hurt her. "Pixie, are you okay?" She groaned and rolled her head. "Can you hear me? Shit." He got an arm around her waist, taking her weight off of her bonds. "Do you know where that thing is?"

"What sort of time do you call this?" she joked weakly. "You're late." She bent her elbows experimentally, making sure they worked. She moved onto her hands and winced. "Something's broken, I think."

"Okay," Dean said, mind whirring, "let's get you down. Can you keep your legs around my waist or something, to support you while I try to untie you?" She nodded and wrapped her legs around Dean, locking one foot behind the other to keep them in place. Dean ignored the rage he felt at the unknown enemy for hurting her and instead, concentrated on loosening her bonds. His hands slipped and he cursed, bringing his arms back up and working on the knots.

"Why the hell didn't I bring my knife? That would make this so much easier."

"You have a knife as well as a gun? What, are you prepared for a knife fight and a gun fight?" Alice gasped as her hands were jolted to the side. "That seems a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"Not in my line of work," Dean replied, finally loosening the knot. "Haven't you noticed that this is not the sort of thing you can ever be completely prepared for?" Alice stayed silent as Dean worked the knot out and freed her hands. "I got you, I got you," he said, gently lowering her to the ground.

"Not, I want to make sure you're alright, but I have no idea when that thing is coming back." Alice nodded in understanding, already getting to her feet.

"Let's ditch this hell hole, then. I'm pretty sure whatever grabbed me dumped my pack in that corner." She started to stumble towards the outside as Dean found her backpack over where Alice indicated. Then he ran to rejoin her and shoved the bag at her.

"Yes, that's it! Make the injured person carry the luggage!" Without pausing, Dean scooped her up in his arms and started racing across the field to the closest road. However, even with his advantage of height, the grasses appeared to extend endlessly in every direction. He couldn't see where the field ended.

"We have to get out of here," he said. "Out of the field. That's where this thing takes its victims." He spun in place, trying to decide where to go. The rain was coming down harder, making the ground watery and washing out any trails that had been there before. "Can't see where to go."

"Do you want me to climb on your shoulders?" offered Alice from her place in Dean's arms. Dean nodded and the small girl started to drag herself up. The demon hunter gave her a boost, willing her to hurry up. He just wanted to get back to his Impala.

"Um..." Alice said, craning her neck to try and see as far as she could, "I think the road is... that way." She pointed to their right and Dean followed her instruction, bag in one hand and Alice on his shoulders.

He clipped along at a healthy pace, trying to head in the same direction the whole time. However, there were no landmarks to tell his path by, just perpetual waving stalks. They didn't speak, they didn't make any noise. Blood continued to drip Alice's useless hand, the cut on her leg having clotted, but she gave no sign of pain other than shaking. Both were on high alert for any sort of rustling they might hear or any movement they might see. They still had no idea where the thing that was attacking them was.

"Thank God!" Alice suddenly exclaimed. "I see the road! Dead ahead!" Dean let her off his shoulders and they both started running forwards, just wanting to get out of that monotonous field. The yards between them and the edge of the plants shrunk by the second, the two of them racing towards freedom. Alice started pulling ahead bit by bit.

Then something caught Dean's ankle.

He went down hard, head smacking against the ground. He grunted at the pain, groaned at the pressure he felt in his head. His vision narrowed to pin points, the rest black. He saw Alice turn and open her mouth to scream.

"Run, Alice!" he tried to yell. "Get out of here!" He was being dragged back into the grass, the thing grabbing his foot.

"You bloody bastard!" Alice ran at him, injured arm hanging by her side and errant strands of hair escaping from her braid. Dean tried to raise his hands and protect his head from the pissed off ballerina fairy that was coming at him screaming curses. But said ballerina fairy went past him. He struggled to turn around to see what was happening as he started to hear thwacking noises.

Alice turned around and saw that thing there, grabbing Dean's ankle with its claws. Her stomach dropped and this feeling flooded her body, power in her limbs.

She could do anything.

"You bloody bastard!" she screamed and flew towards the thing. Then she was on it, kicking as hard as possible, trying to get it to let go of her saviour. The creature hissed, its ugly face twisting into a grotesque mask. It raised its other hand toward her and was about to rake it down her leg when she landed a solid kick to what she guessed what its shoulder. It shrieked and writhed on the ground, no longer concentrating on fighting her off. It just wanted to get the hell out of there.

"You. Little. Bitch." Each word was emphasised with a kick. "Go. Back. To your hole. And. Die." A sharp crack sounded from the thing's arm. It screamed, the voice loud and grating, sending shivers up Alice's spine. The things hand released Dean, unable to grip anything anymore. Alice gasped and watched it scuttle back to its hole. "That's for screwing up my wrist," she panted.

Dean struggled to sit up, head spinning from its encounter with the ground. All he knew was that thing released him and Alice had something to do with it. He turned and saw her standing there red staining the white and green of her outfit. Her injured wrist was starting to swell and the cut on her leg had started bleeding again.

"Alice... You..." Dean heaved himself to his feet. "Did I just get my ass saved by a girl?" He looked down at the top of her head incredulously, her braid mostly undone.

Alice swept her long hair behind her ear and replied, "And by a pixie no less."

Dean ruffled her hair and started limping to the road.

"You ain't no pixie. More like a badass little fairy." He looked back at her. "You know, like the ones of old, before they were turned into those candy floss wusses." She frowned and trailed after him.

"There was something to them before they were turned into the Sugar Plum Fairy from Barbie Nutcracker?" Dean glanced back at her. "What? I have a little cousin."

"Yes, there was something to them before that." He stepped onto the pavement and breathed a sigh of relief. "There's a hell of alot in this world that came before Barbie." He turned around and faced her. "How are you feeling?"

"What do you mean, 'how are you feeling?'" she said, mimicking his deep voice. "You can't say something ominous like that, then change the subject!"

"No seriously, how are you feeling? Nevermind, I have a kit in the car." He started walking to the Impala again. He opened the door and reached into his pocket for his Colt, planning on putting it back in the glove compartment. "Holy... What the hell happened to my gun?"

A small hand with chipped orange nails held out the ivory handle to him.

"You mean this?"

Dean looked up and saw her smile. "It fell out of your pocket when you went down. You were too out of it to see it, so I collected and followed."

He tilted his head. "Thank you." He shut it in the car and motioned for Alice to follow him to the trunk.

"After what just happened to you, would you believe that there are monsters in this world?"

"I would have to be an idiot not to."

"Well," he replied, throwing open the trunk and revealing his weapons cache, "I hunt types like that." He started rooting through the compartments, looking for something he knew must be there.

"Why are you telling me this?" Alice asked, puzzled. She put her right hand on the lip of the trunk, left still dangling. Dean straightened up, holding his find. He turned and smiled at little Alice Kenningway, a hitchhiker he just happened to pick up. He offered her the gun, grip first.

"How good are you with a gun?"

Alice stared back at him. "What, are you crazy? I'm a regular twenty-two year-old! I've never held a gun before today. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She kicked his shin.

He looked back at her, a wounded look on his face. "So what, you don't want to hunt with me?"

"Whoever said that?" She grabbed the gun and looked at it with curiosity. "The thing is, I'm left handed."

Afterword:I hope you liked it! I enjoyed writing it. These two are just getting started on their jabs and kicks. Next time (I think) all four of our characters will be meeting up in the pilot episode! Stay tuned! Clack away at those keyboards and let us know what you think!

Cheerio.

LadySurvivor