Disclaimer: Life would be a lot less boring if I owned the Winchesters. Or the Quileutes. But I don't. Therefore I have no life.
A/N: Omgoshness I feel like such an underachiever; I had to write an essay on why family shouldn't live in close vicinities, I had to do a project in history this other chick was supposed to do but didn't, and I had to finish 'Johnny Tremain' which is a painfully boring book all in the same week. Therefore I didn't update as soon as I regularly do. So forgive me and please don't hate this chapter!
I'll quit bitching about my life now. This chapter is pretty darn important to the story line, me thinks.
Chapter 10:
A tall red-headed woman in high stilettos and a short leather mini skirt exited a building into an alley.
She reached in her purse for her cigarettes and lighter, dropping both on the cold, hard ground.
As she bent down to get them, she could have sworn she felt someone, or something breathing on her neck. She jumped up, dropping her lighter again and glanced around her.
She shrugged it off and picked her lighter back up.
"Son of a bitch," she said when her lighter wouldn't work.
She stuck the lighter back in her purse and turned around going back towards the door from which she entered the alley. "So much for a smoke break," she muttered.
She reached for the door and turned the large metal handle. It wouldn't budge. She pulled harder on it. "Come on, come on," she said.
She felt a hot breath on her neck. She twisted around. "Hello?" she called out quietly.
"Hello!" she said louder. She turned back around to the door when nobody answered.
She banged on the door as hard as she could. "Someone let me in!" she yelled.
Hot breath was on her neck again but before she could react she felt excruciating pain in her neck.
Her limp body sunk to the ground as her attacker fled the scene, having gotten what he wanted.
* * *
Alannah's eyes shot open. She looked around to see where she was, and she was relieved to find that there were no alleys or strippers.
Alannah laid her head back against Dean's chest. Her and Dean had fallen asleep late into the night when they had gotten worn out from making fun of Sammy. They were both still on Bobby's couch in his library.
Looking around she assumed everyone else had went to bed as well since it was only her and Dean in the room.
Alannah sighed, thinking about her dream. She wondered if she should tell her mom, or Dean that lately she has been dreaming of people dying. The first person she saw was her aunt Margie, who died while camping with her husband, Ben. Her aunt was devoured by some ugly creature, and Ben was put in an asylum for saying going on about "the monster that killed Margie."
Alannah had wondered since her first dream came true, how many other people are dying because of her. She started assuming these were crazy coincidences at first, but then it started happening regularly.
Alannah shrugged it off for now, deciding she had stayed up to late with Dean and her tired mind was just telling her to rest. But Alannah knew better.
She went to get off the couch to go use the restroom when she felt an arm snake around her waste restricting her from moving.
"Where do you think you're going little girl?" Dean's tired, half-awake voice asked.
Alannah smiled and laid her head back on Dean's chest deciding she didn't need the bathroom that bad.
"Nowhere."
"That's what I thought," said Dean as he planted a kiss on her head.
Alannah closed her eyes and smiled, drifting off to sleep once again.
* * *
She watched the little girl that had been chosen, sleeping against the experienced hunter everyone had always talked about. She so badly wanted to kill him, but her 'boss' had said it would make things worse, harder.
That is why she didn't kill him when she had so many chances years ago.
She had asked her boss why she didn't kill him when she thought the younger one was going to be a success, and he always says "If Deano died, he wouldn't have made a deal for Sammy. Then if he died before his deal was up, he wouldn't have broken the first seal. Then we wouldn't be here, now would we?" She never disobeyed her boss, for she knew what he said was crucial, and she always had to listen carefully. Communicating from hell to earth wasn't exactly easy. But he's back now, and so is she.
She doesn't understand what is so great about these Winchesters, why Dean got to be the angels' bitch and why Sam was supposed to be the 'boy-king'. Well that was a bust, she thinks. Well, she always admired Sammy, obviously, and she got on his good side, so how hard could this be? Befriending little Alannah must not be all that hard, hell Dean had done it, why couldn't she? Granted, being in some little teenagers body was a little out of her element.
The girl moves, and she wonders who's death she is viewing, front row seats.
Did the boss know Dean would imprint one of his 'special children' when he was turned into a shifter? Or was it just Winchester luck that Dean and Sam get tied up in the creepy bastard's plans again?
She sighs. She was instructed to come visit the girl, but not let her be aware she was doing so, yet. What was the point in that? Not to mention this house was a pain in the ass to enter. Much harder than before. Seriously, if the boss hadn't helped so she could get in here, she would have been so screwed! She wonders why she was chosen, and not a higher level demon to make sure this child was 'activating correctly,' as the boss had said.
She assumes it was because she is the one who corrupted the brother, the strong-willed, tough hunter bred for success.
The boss. Why is he the boss, anyways? Sure, he's pretty powerful but what happened to Lilith? She died, back in the pit now, thanks to her, but sure there's someone more powerful than this yellow-eyed freak, right?
Oh, she realizes. This girl. She realizes how honored she is to carry out such a wondrous task, making sure the girl is around all these hunters.
She smiles, knowing her task is even larger than she is aware of. Her first task with wonder boy was successful enough, and if she hadn't gotten wasted by the older hunter- with her own knife- the world would be how it should be. Demons, demons, demons.
She shrugs it off, knowing that is all in the past, and she will be even more successful than ever. She always was good at manipulating.
Haha guess who's coming to dinner now? Pretty obvious, but I bet you didn't see this chapter coming, right? As much as I hate doing this to Dean again, this was fun to write! Let me know what you think!! Your opinions matter!!