Quick author's note. If you guess don't know this is 'Bedtimes Stories', and my original idea for this episode wasn't anything big but Ladysunshine6 gave me a beautiful idea I will introduce in the next update. So full credit and a tipped hat to them for the idea.


Alyssa's Journal
Entry #5

Not much to tell I suppose. Dean's actually teaching me how to drive soon but a case came up so we were doing that. Yes I'm helping. Dad thinks it's a werewolf so he said as long as I stay close I could help. Especially if we found the werewolf.
After that life has been "normal." I learn from dad, I learn from school (Which contains people I would love to shot, with rock salt of course), and then do whatever comes next. Mostly cook. Dad and Dean love it when I cook home cooked meals so I try to do it as much as I can.

Time to finish my packing so I'm ready for the hunt. Au Revoir !

~W~

Alyssa's POV
I was laying in the backseat sleeping until I heard shouting.

"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation."

"Why, because you said so?"

"YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

"Well you're not Dad!"

I opened my eyes looking at them as they silently stare at each other.

"No, but I am the oldest." Dean told him his voice rising. "And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?"

They stared at each other angrily. Dad turned away and looked out the window. He looked angry but wasn't saying anything.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer. C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean said calmer.

Dad grabbed a paper from his lap and read monotonously.

"Psychotic killer… rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."

"Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?"

"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."

"Two days, no sweat."

"Next time kiss and make up sooner so you don't wake the sleeping passenger." I mumbled curling up with my jacket pillow.

"Hey sorry kid." Dean apologized.

"Sorry little moose." Dad said too.

"No more fighting till we get to the motel or I'm not sleeping. Turn up the AC."

"Here, have my jacket instead." Dean offered tossing me his jacket.

I put it on and closed my eyes again.

"Good night you idjits."

They both chuckled as I fell into a slumber once again.

~W~

The three of us held up our fake badges to the victim, Kyle. I couldn't really help thinking how cool it was to do this but I contained it as I kept a straight face.

"I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page and Jones, we're with the County Sheriff's Department." Dean told him as we closed our badges as they put them in their pockets as I put mine my purse.

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle said.

"You have?" Dean asked.

"All morning. You are the sketch artist, right?"

"…uh." Dad said looking at Dean.

"Absolutely." He answered.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen…" He laughed.

Dad glared at Dean. I was going to assume Dean threw him under the bus often.

"But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?" I questioned.

"I–I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just…stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running."

"'Kay. Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember."

Dad pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket but I took it from him.

"Joke around the station. I'm the artist." I told him. "Detail please."

Dad looked at me confused but I gave him a look to go with it.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall…"

"Six feet…" I repeated.

"Dark hair…"

Dean tried to peek but I moved from him.

"Uhm, what, what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Dad asked for me as I sketched.

"Maybe…blue?"

"Blue?" I questioned.

"It was dark."

"Did they seem…" Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, animal-ish?"

"Excuse me?"

"What about his teeth? You notice anything…strange about 'em?" Dad went on.

Did they just always out right ask these questions?

Kyle shook his head. "No, they were just teeth."

"Teeth, okay." Dad said.

"How about his fingernails?" Dean continued.

"Ok look he- he's just a- a normal guy, with normal eyes a-a-a-and teeth and fingernails!"

I just stayed silent. Let them do what they do.

"Look sir, it's okay if-"

"No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers. How would you feel?"

Dad thought for a moment. "Can't imagine anything worse."

Dean nodded silently before I spoke.

"I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details…"

"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. Umm…it's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner—"

"Wile E. Coyote!" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Kyle?" A voice asked behind us.

I turned seeing a doctor approaching.

"Dr. Garrison." Kyle greeted.

"How you holding up?"

"Okay, considering."

"You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked.

"Yes?"

Dean held up his badge.

"Can I just ask you a few questions?"

"Sure." He nodded.

They both left the room leaving dad and me with Kyle. Kyle pointed at the notebook in my hand.

"Don't I get to see it?"

"Uhh." Dad laughed nervously glancing at me but I shrugged.

"Yeah. Yeah. It's a work in progress but here."

I handed the notebook over to him.

"Wow." He nodded.

Dad looked confused as Kyle handed the notebook back. He took it from me looking at it surprised. I had drawn a pretty decent guy and Wile E. Coyote.

"Alright. Well, we'll be going." Dad told him.

"Thank you for your time." I nodded then we left.

We walked outside meeting Dean on the way as dad looked at my picture again.

"Where did you learn to draw like this?" He asked.

"Let me see." Dean said snatching it from him.

"It's a hobby. When you guys weren't around I either worked with Bobby or found hobbies to click with. Drawing was one." I said a Dean looked slightly impressed.

Dad snatched it back.

"Well that's good to know. So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Dad asked.

"Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report." Dean answered.

"Lemme guess, their hearts were missing." I said.

"Nope." He sighed. "But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines."

"That's just gross." I winced.

"Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior."

"So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed." Dad through out.

"Why would a Demon stop halfway through an attack?" Dean countered.

"I think that, uh…Could've…Yeah, I got nothing."

"Me neither."

"Trois." I nodded.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"Isn't that French?" Dad asked.

I nodded again.

"What else do you have hidden?"

"So much more that you won't find out mon cher père."


French Translation if you don't know. Trois is Three and mon cher père is my dear father. Au Revoir is more known but either way I'll put it here. It means good bye.