Chapter 50 - Bedtime Stories


-Author's Note: Hello there! I hope you like this chapter. Chapter 50! Already! It's amazing!

-SPoiler Alert: Spoilers of Supernatural.

-Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, I only own the characters who aren't from Eric Krypte.

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I try to sleep, I am trying so hard because this last hunt has been hard and dreamland is calling. Though, when you have two older brothers at each other's throats and yelling, it's not the easiest thing to do.

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because I said so".

I roll onto my side, getting comfortable in the back seat of the Impala. I look up at the window, watching the street lights shining in the night.

"We got the Colt now!" Sam replied.

"Sam…"

"We can summon the Crossroad Demon-"

"We're not summoning anything" Dean cut him off.

I wish I could stand up for Sam, but I think the best for me is to not get involved. Summoning the crossroad demon, it's not a bad idea, we could get some information on how these deals work. It's not like Dad's, he didn't even have a day, he just got Dean better and that's it. Dean him, he has a year to live, he must be important to only have a year. Usually it's ten years, if it would, we would have more time to search, and a lot of things can happen in those years.

"Pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!" Sam ignored Dean's word.

"We don't even know if that'll work!"

"Well, then we'll just shoot her! If she dies, then the deal goes away!"

"We don't know if that's work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of 'if's' and 'maybe's' and that's not good enough, because if we screw this deal, you die!"

I jump at his words, I cross my arms over my chest and struggle to keep my eyes open. I know that if I close them, I'll certainly have images that I don't want to see.

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!" Sam shouted back.

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

"Why? Because you said so?"

"Yes!" Dean exploded "because I said so!"

"Well you're not Dad!"

They both stay silent. Did he really had to bring up Dad into this?

"No, but I am the oldest" he raises his voice angrier "and I'm doing what's best and you're going to let this go, you understand me?"

No one says a thing, again. I stare at the black leather seats and pass my finger in the cracks.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer" Dean asked Sam calmer "c'mon Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer".

Sam sighs, but starts talking with no interest "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".

"To days, no seat".

Who would have thought that I prefer hearing about a psychotic killer who rips people apart instead of hearing them both arguing about who could die.

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"Why can I be in the insurance, but not a cop?" I asked from the backseat.

"Alex, I said detective" Dean rolls his eyes "one step at a time, and you don't look old enough to be a detective. Though, you look old enough to be a student and work on school stuff".

I sigh, but I won't let him go away with this so easily.

"But! I can be a student in… whatever class you take to become a cop and I am in a sort of try-"

"Alex, got you the book you needed for your English work" Sam said passing me a book from the front seat.

"Really!" I exclaimed "you were waiting at this moment to give it to me?"

"That was the plan" Dean laughs.

Sam gets out the Impala and Dean closes my door, the two of them walking in the hospital wearing their nice outfits.

I take the book and start reading without really paying attention to it. I prefer books with pictures, like comics and manga's, less boring to read. Or, I can read things on supernatural creatures, that's really more interesting.

Suddenly, my phones rings. I check the caller I.D and see 'William Summer'.

"Hi?" I answered.

"Hey, Alex. It's William".

"I know" I said "you need something?"

"Well, can't I call a friend to know how she is? I haven't talked to you since… well… last time your brother was dead".

"Oh" I sigh "well, he's fine now… we are… well, okay I guess?"

"Look, I know it's a little weird, but I just wanted to have some news, I just finished a hunt and I'm taking a day off to get over my injuries".

"Are you okay?" I asked worried "how hurt are you? Did you go on a hunt alone?"

"Relax" he said "I'm okay, I just got a rib or two snap… and yes I hunt solo, my father can't really… help me anymore".

"But it's too dangerous. Even for experienced people, they have a helper".

"Yeah, but I'm okay on my own".

It's like hearing Dean all over again when Sam left and Dean decided to go on hunts alone. Of course Dad pushed him, giving him jobs.

"Well…be careful…all right?"

"Of course" he chuckles "you too".

"I have two overprotective older brothers".

"Yeah, guess you're all right. I just wanted to know if you were okay, I'm going to go to bed, I'm dead tired".

"Get some rest and if you need something, call me".

"Yeah, bye".

"Bye, Summer".

I hang up and throw my cell on the seat beside me. I hope he's going to be okay. I know how it is when you lose a parent, I was beat up for a long time and didn't want to show it.

I go back to my reading, but I look back at my phone. I'm sure Bobby could find him a hunting partner.

After about what seems for ages, I haven't finish a page so I just throw the book on the seat beside me and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

I jump suddenly at a loud hit on the hood of the car. I look out the window to see Dean laughing.

"You stupid Dean" I growled.

I get out the car and lean on it, crossing my arms.

"So?" I asked "what did you learned about?"

"Well, Sammy did draw a beautiful drawing" Dean laughed handing me a notepad.

I take it and see this weird looking… wolf? It has round arm, leg and head with strange eyes.

"What the hell is that?" I laughed.

"Well, you are the one who got the artist skills" Sam said taking the note pad from my hands "do you want to laugh or hear about the case?"

"Sorry Sammy, but this is… this looks like a… five years old drawing".

"Yeah, it a piece of art" Dean laughs and gets back to be serious "so the guy said that what attacked him and his brothers was normal looking and had a tattoo looking like the coyote on his arms".

"Oh" I point at Sam "that what's was on the arm of your master piece".

"Shut it" Sam growled.

"So" Dean changes subject "what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?"

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

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

"Nope" Dean sighs "but chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines".

"Ugh, that's… gross" I grimaced.

"Yeah" Dean agreed "also, definitely not werewolf behavior".

"So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed?" Sam suggested.

"Why would a demon stop halfway through an attack?"

"I think that, uh... could've…"

"You got nothing" I pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, I got nothing".

"Me neither" Dean stated.

"Then we have more research to do" I sighed and enter the car.

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The next day, Dean got a call from the sheriff, saying that another weird death had happened. A couple who were hiking in the woods, only the woman survived. This time, I got Dean to make me the student, so I can follow with a fake I.D and my nice suit.

"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system" a Doctor said to a young woman on a bed, who I assume being Julie, the victim.

"I have to go" she pleaded crying "I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!"

"It can wait. Now you need to rest. Stay. I'll be back in a few minutes".

The doctor sees us and joins us in the corridor.

"Detectives" he sighs.

"Dr. Garrison" Dean greeted back.

He opens his mouth to say something, but he looks at me and frowns.

"Who is she".

"She's a student and she's in traineeship" Sam said.

"Oh, okay… well we have someone else to tell me what the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane"

"We'll let you know as soon as we do" Sam assured.

He nods and leaves us.

We enter the room, this poor woman, still has tears floating down her cheeks.

"Miss Watson?" Dean called out catching her attention "hi. We just need to ask you a few questions".

Sam and Dean both take out their badges so, I take out mine and show it to her. She looks at them and gives a small nod. I put in back in my vest and can't help it to think how cool this is. Being a fake cop is cool.

"Do we have to go over this again? Now?"

"We'll try to be brief" Sam said "Miss Watson, can you tell us how you got away?"

"I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. And, when the old woman was… carving up Ken, I shoved her, and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove" she pauses "she's dead, right? I… I killed her?"

Her eyes are filled with terror as she says those last words, and I can't blame her. Someone who isn't a hunter and that doesn't know anything about hunting, makes killing harder. I killed someone, and I killed a lot of things too, it doesn't make things easier when it looks human, but at least it doesn't make me go crazy.

"D'you have any idea why she'd do this to you?" Dean asked.

"No!" She exclaimed "one minute she was a sweet old lady, and the next she was…like… a monster".

"Can you remember anything else?" Sam questioned.

"Um… yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?"

"A little girl?" Sam repeated "at the house?"

"I thought I saw her outside the window. She, she just appeared. Just vanished, into thin air".

Ghost.

Maybe a ghost was possessing the woman? Well, Julie would not have seen her in the window if she was possessing the lady.

"It must've been the drugs" she said.

"This girl, what did she look like?" I asked.

As soon as the words comes out of my mouth, I know my brothers are going to be angry, but it is a pertinent question.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes" Sam said "every detail matters".

"She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight, she was a beautiful child. It was… odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible".

"Thank you for your time" Sam told her.

We get out the room and walk back outside. I thought Sam or Dean, mostly Dean, would tell me something about me talking in there, but nothing.

"Aren't you guys angry or something?"

"Why?" Dean asked me.

"Because I asked a question? I know you told me to shut it and listen, but I-"

"You did good" Sam said "that's why we don't say anything. We know that we can't make you not talk".

"Sometimes I wish" Dean jokes entering the car.

"Stupid brothers" I chuckled.

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"Well, there's no sulfur anywhere" Dean said as we join Sam in the kitchen of the old lady's house.

"Nowhere" I confirmed "how about the EMF?"

"Yeah, it's going nuts" Sam said "when I went over here, by the window… there's definitely a spirit here".

"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched" Dean said.

"Looks like".

"What the hell do you make of that?"

"No clue" I said sitting down at the table "but this little girl is trigging it, somehow".

"Actually I do have a theory. Uh, sort of" Sam told us.

"Hit me" Dean said.

"Well, thinkin' about fairy tales".

"Oh, that's… that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?"

"No, Dean, I'm talking about the murders. A guy with a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em?"

"That's Hansel and Gretel" I understood.

"Yeah, and then we got the three brothers, arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the big bad wolf".

"Three Little Pigs" Dean said.

"Yeah".

"Actually those guys were a little chubby. Well, wait, I thought those things ended with, uh, everybody living happily ever after?"

"No" I shake my head "the real stories by the Grimm Brothers were more folklore of it's day, you know, sex, violence, cannibalism. Today, they turned them into Disney movies for the kids. The original is way better if you ask me".

"So, you two think the murders are, uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy?"

Sam and I both look at him like he is the one who is crazy.

"Have you even lived our lives?" I asked him.

"Touché. How's the creepy ghost girl involved?"

"Uhm… well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too".

"We gotta do research now, don't we?"

"That's part of the job, genius" I sighed "let's just get the boring stuff out of the way".

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Dean and I exit the library, both of us exhausted and for myself, mad. We've been searching for what looked hours and we found nothing. I wonder if the little girl even exists. Like the woman said at the hospital, it was maybe the drugs. Though, the EMF went nuts over there.

"So?" Sam asked us as he joins us.

"Checked every record they had" Dean said as we walk across the street "found usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size".

"Okay".

"Wanna know home maybe were little girls with black hair and pale skin?"

"Zero" Sam guessed sighing.

"Zero!" Dean repeated "you wanna know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. Zlich. Nada".

"Sam, tell us you have something? Cause I think we are about to go crazy, especially him".

"Well, you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s".

"Yeah!" I exclaimed "I read about her… she used to go into some sort of unconscious states where her thoughts and action were controlled by spirits".

"Wow" Sam nods impressed "that's just right".

What does he think I've been doing when he left for Stanford? I didn't have my private teacher, so I taught myself. I wanted to know more about the supernatural. Also, I wanted to show Dad that I was good at the job.

"So, a ghost puppet master" Dean resumed what I had explained.

"Yeah" Sam and I said.

"Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?"

"Could be" Sam shrugged "you know, kindda like uh, uh, spirit hypnosis or somethin'".

"Trances I get" Dean said "but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us".

"Well, there's a first to-"

I suddenly stop walking in front of this big disgusting frog.

"All right, maybe it is fairy tales" Dean said eyeing the frog "totally messed-up fairy tales. I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog. That's the girl's job".

"Are you crazy!" I exclaimed "you kiss it, I'm not even touching that thing. I dare you to kiss it".

"Well I double dare yo-"

"Hey" Sam cut him off "check that out".

If Dean really thinks that even if he dares me, double, I will be kissing a frog? He is wrong, I'm not that stupid.

I follow Sam gaze towards a house with a pumpkin on the porch.

"Yeah? It's close to Halloween" Dean pointed out.

"You remember Cinderella? With the pumpkin that turns into a coach, and the mice that become horses?"

"Dude" Dean looks at Sam "could you be more gay?"

I laugh "Dean, he used to read me these stories for a long time when I was a kid. Cinderella was one of my favorite".

"Whatever" he sighs and glances once again at Sam "don't answer that".

I laugh "maybe I'll find prince charming here? Do you think I could be Ariel? You know being able to go in the sea?"

"You are not walking around in a bra" Dean said "and you don't have a prince charming until I say so".

Once again, I laugh.

When will he understand I am old enough? Though, I don't think I'll have a boyfriend because of the life we live and of those two giants I have around.

"If we have another case of fairy tale, I think we should go peak" I said.

"Yeah, good idea" Dean said.

We walk towards the house and Sam knocks, but no answer. I unlock the door with my lock pick and enter the house followed by my brothers.

We hear a noise and we take out our guns. Dean signs us to follow him towards the sound we heard. Dean gets in front of me and we make our way to the other room.

As we enter, to my surprise, the noise didn't come from something supernatural.

"Help! I'm here!"

"Hey! Hey" Sam bents down beside the teenage girl, looking my age.

I lower my gun, she looks beat up, bruises on her face and she is cuffed to the hoven.

I bend down at the other side of her and used my lock pick to get her free.

"It's okay. We're here, we're here. We got you" Sam soothed her.

"You have to help me. She's lunatic" the girl cried.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me up. Chained me up".

"Where is she now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know".

As soon as she's free, she rubs her wrists.

"Thank you" she tells me with a weak smile.

"No problem" I said returning the smile.

"Sam, Alex".

I look up at Dean who is staring at the hall where we came from. I get up and look where he is looking and see her. A little girl, eight maybe? Like Julie said back at the hospital, she has long black hair, pale skin and a cute red and white dress.

She turns around and walks away. Dean follows her and I decide to go to.

We walk in the living room, the little girl staring at us, her face numb, and no emotion to be seen.

"Who are you?" Dean asked her.

I don't think she is going to answer the question, but maybe leave us a clue or something.

Like I thought, she stays silent, but suddenly disappears. Leaving behind her, a red shinny apple.

"Great" I sighed "now what?"

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Sitting next to Dean, I stare at the apple he is playing with in his hands. I wonder what will be the next fairy tale. I read a lot of those stories, and some can get quite messy.

"Paramedics picked up Cinderella" Sam told us as he joined us.

"That's good" Dean said.

"Yeah".

Dean throws the apple at Sam "so… little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, fairy tale boy?"

"I think it's Snow White".

"I agree" I said "and if I wouldn't be scared this apple is poisoned, I would eat it. I'm hungry…"

"When aren't you" Dean chuckled "so. Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Or the porn version anyway, 'cause there was the wicked stepmother? Woo, she was wicked".

"Well, you don't have to ruin my childhood, Dean" I grimaced.

"Yeah" Sam agreed "there is a wicked stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple".

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?"

"Dude! Have you ever paid attention when I watched the movie as a kid?" I asked rolling my eyes "she doesn't die. It only puts her in deep, deep, deep sleep. It just makes her look dead".

Sam throws back the apple to Dean and we get back in the car.

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"No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls".

I sigh, discouraged. That was probably our last idea of what this case is about, but the nurse just said it: no, sorry.

"You sure?" Sam asked her, also looking disappointed.

"Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well… Callie. She's been around since before I started here".

"Callie?" Dean repeated.

"Yeah" the nurse said "it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison, he just… won't give up in her".

"Is Callie one of his patients?" Sam questioned her.

"No. His daughter".

Oh well. Hopefully she's the girl.

Sam and Dean quickly thank her and ask for the room number.

We walk up to the room, only to find Dr. Garrison reading a book to a girl, I would say about twenty. Though, she has the long black hair, the same I saw when Dean and I found the girl in the living room.

"And the Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf" he read "so the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly".

He looks up at us and closes the book. Little Red Riding Hood, this is my personal favorite Grimm story. I hope to hell we'll be able to stop this before the story comes to life.

"Detectives. Can I help you?" Dr. Garrison asked.

"We just… heard that Callie is your daughter" Dean said.

"And we wanted to say how very sorry we are" Sam finished.

"Well, uh, thank you. If you'll excuse me" he told us walking away.

"Oh" Dean stops him "heading this way? We'll walk with you. How long's Callie been like that?"

"We don't mean to intrude. We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this" Sam said.

"It's not easy" he agreed "she's uh, been here since she was eight years old".

"That's when she was poisoned?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Swallowed, uh, bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call".

"She was Callie's stepmother?" I asked him.

"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess".

"Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year, and, uh… it's just my daughter and me now" he pauses "she's all I've got left. Uhm. Excuse me, I've gotta get back to work".

"Yeah" Dean nodded.

He walks away and we go in the opposite direction.

"Well, you're right. It's Snow White in spades" Dean said.

"Yep" Sam nodded "step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?"

2Could be like Mischa Barton" Dean suggested getting a confused Sam "'Sixth Sense' not the O.C."

"What?" Sam asked looking way more confused.

"Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thin, you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?"

"The Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy" I said "I feel like a damn genius".

"So say all these years" Dean said "Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?"

"And after all this time, her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out".

"Right. Meanwhile she has to listen to Dad tell her theses deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady. It's enough to drive anybody nuts".

"How do we stop her?" I asked "she's stuck here because her father is keeping her alive".

"It does make it a bit hard to burn her bones" Dean agreed.

I grimace at the thought of burning human body and not just the bones. At least, when it's only the bones, we can't see it was a person, what they looked like.

"You think?" Sam told him.

"Coming in!" Someone yells.

We watch silently as they bring in a bloody old woman.

"What's her status?" The doctor asked.

"Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia".

"Is that a bite?"

"Looks like it" the guy said "she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?"

After those words, they enter another room.

"What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?" Dean asked.

"Little Red Riding Hood" I answered.

After a few minutes, a cover is placed over the woman's body. We really have to do something. And I know this story very well, and there is probably a little girl in danger right now.

"Was she the only victim?" Sam asked the EMT that brought her in.

"She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone".

"We need to find her next of kin" Dean said.

"She has a granddaughter" the man informed us as he looks through the papers in his hands.

"Do you have an address?"

He hands Dean a sheet of paper.

"Thank you".

"Thanks" Sam said.

We turn around and walk towards the exit, but Dean stops us.

"Hey, you two find a way to stop Callie, all right?"

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf" he pauses and huffs "which is the weirdest thing I've ever said".

He walks away, leaving Sam and I.

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Sam and I walk in the corridors, both of us looking around to find Dr. Garrison. Our plan is pretty stupid, but it's the only thing we came up with, the faster.

"Dr. Garrison!" Sam suddenly exclaimed "I need to speak with you".

Dr. Garrison stops walking and turns towards us "Detectives. What can I do for you?"

"Well, uhm… it's about Callie".

"My daughter?" He asked confused "what about her?"

"You know maybe, maybe could we sit down for a minute?" Sam suggested.

"No. What about her?"

Sam looks hesitating on what words to say, but we really don't have time to play nice here.

"Doctor, what happened to Callie was no accident" I said "sorry to bring it like that, but it's true".

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry" Sam told him "what she said is the truth".

"You have no idea what happened to my daughter".

Dr. Garrison walks away furiously. Sam and I follow him closely.

"There are things you don't know, Doctor, about your wife" Sam continued.

"My wife?" He repeated annoyed stopping.

"She poisoned Callie" I said.

"Why would you say something so horrible to me?"

"Because we need your help…" I told him.

"You stay away from me and from my daughter" he points at us "you understand?"

"Doctor, this isn't… please, uh-"

Sam doesn't have time to finish. The doctor enters his daughter's room and shuts it.

"Well, that worked well" I sighed.

"We have to make him listen".

He opens the door, and enters with no consent. This is unusual for Sam, usually he would try the gentle approach.

Dr. Garrison gets up from his seat next to Callie and makes his way to the phone.

"I'm calling security".

Sam puts his hand over the phone "no, listen. I don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to me, more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them".

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked.

"You're gonna think we're crazy" I said stepping in the room "Callie is a spirit".

Dr. Garrison's face relaxes and he sits down on the bed.

"So, you've seen her too".

He saw her spirit?

"I sensed her… Callie" Dr. Garrison starts to explain "her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at the foot of my bed, but I never… believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I –"

"She looks like an eight years old, white dress, red ribbon in her hair, right? She's been trying to talk to you" I said.

"You two are not cops, are you?"

"No" Sam said.

"Then who are you?"

"People who knows a little bit about this kind of thing".

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-"

"Sir. Callie told us" Sam cut him off.

The look of terror and surprise on his face makes me feel bad. That man has always kept the hope that his daughter was going to wake up, and here we are breaking it.

"What?" He exclaimed.

"Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us".

"My wife loved Callie. So how is… how is that possible?"

"I don't know, but it is".

"No" he denied "no. I… I don't believe you".

"Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter".

He sighs, but finally get his attention towards his daughter.

"Callie? Callie, it's Daddy. It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy did that to you? I… I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is… is there any way that you can tell me?"

I look around the room and see her at the foot of the bed, staring at her father, still with no emotion on her face.

"Doctor…" Sam called out softly.

Dr. Garrison looks up at Sam and glances to his daughter.

"Is it true?" He asked her.

Callie nods.

Tears start floating down the poor man's eyes "I'm sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, okay? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go".

He gets up and kisses his comatose daughter.

Then it happens. We hear the flat line and the doctors sob.

Without having the power to stop myself, I grip on Sam's jacket. I see another scene than this right now. I see Dean in the bed and Sam and I having to let him go.

I don't want to let go.

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Dean came back and saved the Little Red Riding Hood from getting killed by the bad wolfie. Callie is officially dead and the case is cleared.

"And the girl's okay?" Dr. Garrison asked and Dean nods "so. It's really over".

"Yeah. All thanks to you" SA told him.

"Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago".

This is what family is. We don't give up on them, whatever happens.

"See ya 'round, Doc" Dean said.

"I sure hope not" Dr. Garrison sighed before leaving.

"You know what he said? Some good advice" Dean told us.

"Is that what you want me to do Dean? Just let you go?"

Dean doesn't even look at us and walks away.

"Alex".

I look up at my brother "Sam… I don't want to…I can't… I-"

"Alex, it's okay. I'll make sure Dean doesn't leave us, I promise Dean won't leave us".

"Don't promise, Sam" I sigh "just don't do anything stupid. We don't need another family member dying from a deal on somethin'".

I walk away towards the exit. I know that Sam will do anything to help Dean out. I am a little scared that he will do something crazy.

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"Dean! No!" I yell.

We are in a dark room, no one here. I am stuck at the in small cage and Dean is getting clawed by a hell hound.

"Dean! Stop! Please! No!"

"Alex!"

I wake up, trying to get air in my lungs, but it's like something is blocking it. I see in the corner of my eye, Dean.

My Dean, still alive and looking very worried.

"Alex, shhh".

He takes me in his arms. The tears starts falling as I can still see the images of Dean getting killed.

"Dean… I'm sorry" I sobbed.

"It's okay… let it out… let it out…"

That's what I do. I let it all out, all the emotions I've been keeping in since Callie died.

I reach up to my neckless and start playing with the dog tags. Something I do when I have a nightmare. It makes me think of my dad and I remember the few happy moments I had with him.

"Dean" I wipe away the tears, but still lean on him "I have a question that has been… disturbing me for a few days…"

"What is it ankle bitter?"

"When we hunted those demons in this weird town… you told Bobby something. I'm not stupid, I know it's about Sam, I want to know".

"Alex, I-"

"Dean, I need to know".

He sighs "I was wrong… I'm sure and I know it's not true. You remember the way Sam killed those demons? It was so cold… and when Sam was brought back, and we were fighting Azazel-"

"Azazel?" I repeated.

"Yeah, the demon chick told me this is his real name. Anyway, he asked me if what I brought back was one hundred percent Sam. Also, the way he had killed Jake".

"Yeah, that was scary… I guess we all have those scary ass moments. Also, that bastard deserved that".

"Yeah, I agree" Dean nodded "but I disagree on that language".

"Shut up" I chuckle "I'm gonna take a shower".

"You want to talk about it?"

Do I really want to talk about you being killed by hell hounds?

No.

"Nah, it's okay" I smile "I'm all sweaty, I need a shower".

I look around and frown "where's Sam? It's three in the morning".

"I don't know" Dean shrugged "he probably couldn't sleep or something, he'll come back".

As if on cue, Sam walks in the room with a coffee in his hands.

"Why are you awake?" He asked us.

"Alex had a nightmare" Dean said "I bet you couldn't sleep".

"No" Sam sighed "decided to go out".

"Well, I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep" he points at me "you better be back in bed and at least try to sleep after your shower" he then points at Sam "coffee at three AM isn't the best thing you know? You should get sleep too".

"Since when you are the boss?" Sam asked with a small smile.

"Since I am the oldest".

"Yeah" I scoff "I'm going in the shower".

I close the door behind me and slid down the doors, bursting once again in silent tears.

Please God… I don't want to lose him.