Alice woke up with the sunrise at the bunker. It had been a couple weeks since Sam and Dean had brought her there and she had tried to make a habit of getting up early, though she hated it more every morning. The bad dreams had come and gone. This time, it was about her parents and she wasn't really sure whether it was a nightmare or not. She felt the little girl inside her tremble a bit and got anxious alone in that bunker. She knew it was safe and she felt at home, but if she couldn't leave, she'd have to busy herself somehow.
Alice got out of bed and started making some coffee. She turned the speakers on and let Zeppelin IV play from start to finish. She grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer to stir the milk into her coffee and found a pair of kitchen shears. She caught her reflection in the window that looked out into the forest before running into the bathroom with the scissors. She split her hair in two parts on either side of her face and started cutting her hair even with her jaw. She hadn't cut her hair since before her parents had gone and now just felt like poetic justice. She almost regretted it but seeing the hair literally fill up the sink, she felt satisfied. She thought back to old rituals she had in high school: fixing up old cars, playing the drums, writing petty poetry, doing yoga. A lot about her old life felt foreign and redundant, but she figured, hell, maybe yoga would help.
Dean had set up a fake credit card for her before they left so she had yoga pants somewhere in her room, but she didn't remember a single thing about it so, like any good millennial, she turned to the internet. She found almost too many yoga videos and she just picked the first one. Alice moved the coffee table off of the rug in the middle of the library and started stretching there, trying to force the muscle memory of downward dog and child's pose.
"Well, that's something to come home to," Dean said, obviously smirking. Alice nearly lost her balance. She hadn't heard the guys come in. She moved out of the pose and stood to face them, only a little embarrassed.
"You cut your hair," Sam said with a smile.
"And yoga," Dean said suggestively.
"Hey, how was the hunt?"
Dean dropped his bags in front of the door and Sam rolled his eyes, picked it up, and moved the bags to their rooms before coming back out.
"Ghosts, asylums, burned bones, oh my!" Dean said sarcastically.
"When am I going to join you two on these hunts?"
"You're not," Dean said sternly.
"What? Why not? I could be useful."
"Yeah? How do you figure?"
"I could train with you guys and I could do research with Sam. I'm more cunning than you think. To be honest, I'm more afraid of people than anything else out there."
"Then you don't know what's really out there," Dean said walking to the fridge and staring into it.
"Bullshit," Alice said, lifting herself onto the counter.
Sam came into the kitchen to hear the budding argument.
"Not only did I deal with assholes on a day to day basis on my little road trip, but terrible people aren't the only ones who call on crossroad demons. I've dealt with vampires and witches and werewolves-"
"Yeah, but did you have to fight them off? Where they trying to kill you while they made their little deals? No," Dean retorted, turning to look at Alice sternly.
"Then teach me."
"Waste of time," Dean said.
"You sound like dad," Sam said. Dean just looked at him and brushed it off. "I don't see why we couldn't train her, Dean. She already lives here and let's not pretend we couldn't use the extra help."
"How long is that going to take, Sam?!"
"I'm a quick learner," Alice spoke up.
"We'll see," Dean said before walking to the bathroom.
Sam and Alice exchanged looks when Dean was out of the room.
"Was that a yes?" Alice asked.
"I think so."