Chapter 8

To Dean it felt like it took forever.

He watched Cas's hand glow as if he were healing her, not even daring to breathe. Sam stood beside his brother in support. Cas had his eyes closed in concentration. Dean was looking worriedly at Alison but she didn't look like she was in any pain. He trusted Cas with his life and knew he would never knowingly hurt Alison, but worrying came naturally to him and he had to make sure she was safe. There was an instinct there that he was usually used to associating with just his brother.

Cas had only wanted to see her soul but as soon as he put his hand on her, he was bombarded with her memories. Her thoughts, her pain, her experiences – they were so loud. He had never felt so crippled by a human mind before. He was surprised by the intense anger he felt on her behalf. The girl didn't seem to harbour much anger herself – there simply wasn't any place for it beneath the fear, uncertainty, loneliness and hurt. He saw her memories like he had once seen Dean's when he pulled him out from hell. Once he was sucked in, he couldn't get out until she let him even though he felt like he was somehow violating her privacy. But, if he ever had any doubt that there was a part of Dean Winchester in this girl, the burning determination underneath everything else would have been enough to remove it. Even without seeing her soul, shining as brightly as her father's.

Alison was expecting pain even after Cas assured her that there wouldn't be any. What she was not expecting was the warmth. It felt like she was bundled in the softest blanket and nothing could hurt her as long as she stayed in the cocoon of that warmth. It was bright light and hope and love and like nothing she had ever felt before. She almost didn't want to let it go but she could feel the sensation trying to pull away from her. She chased it until she couldn't. She didn't know how long had passed before she came back to Earth, so to speak.

Cas's hand slid from her forehead down to her cheek momentarily.

"I'm sorry for the hard life you've had Alison. You are truly an incredible human being and I vow to protect you to the best of my ability from here on. I shall not let any harm befall you."

The intensity of his words surprised her but she didn't say anything. Dean, on the other hand, balked at the words.

"Wait, what just happened?" he asked, looking from Cas to Alison and back again.

"What's with the vow of protection? Is this some kind of Twilight imprinting bullshit?!" Dean's voice grew more hysterical with every word, making Alison muffle a snort.

"Dude, why the hell do you even know what that is?" Sam asked incredulously. Dean ignored him in favour of glaring at his friend.

Cas turned away from Alison to give Dean his best imitation of Sam's bitchface.

"No, Dean. I didn't imprint on your daughter. I can assure you I have no intention of mating with her," Cas sarcastically dead-panned, which would have normally impressed and even amused Dean but his brain had stopped working at that moment.

Daughter. Daughter.

Fuck.

There was a ringing in his ears. He could hear Sam calling his name, could feel the weight of his hand shaking his shoulder, but everything was muffled – the only thing he could focus on was the fact that he had a fucking daughter.

Of course, he had known it was a possibility – that was the whole damn point of the angelic test, but now… it was real. He was a father. Just like that. In that moment – he fucking hated Sandra.

Sam would have loved to say that Dean reacted maturely and focused on Alison and didn't freak out at all, but father or not, he was still Dean Winchester. So, Sam wasn't all that surprised when instead of making sure his daughter was alright, Dean stormed out in the direction of the shooting range, or so Sam assumed. He knew his brother and he knew that it was how he processed things. Working on his car or shooting stuff was Dean's way of dealing with the news and Sam was just grateful that he didn't choose to turn to the bottle instead.

He watched Dean walk off but instead of trying to reason with his brother, he turned towards the other person affected by the news. His niece (Holy shit, he had a niece) was frozen in place, her eyes not really focused on anything. Cas looked at him worriedly and Sam realised that Cas hadn't meant to drop the news in such a way. He smiled at him reassuringly, and walked to where Alison was still standing.

Instead of calling out to her, he gently guided her to the library and made her sit down on a chair. She didn't react at her which didn't necessarily surprise Sam but worried him nonetheless. Cas brought a glass of water from the kitchen and Sam quickly thanked him before setting it down on the table and kneeling in front of Alison.

"Kiddo? Hey Alison, are you alright?" he instinctively asked and winced. Of course, she wasn't alright. Her entire world had just turned on its head.

"Alison, you with me?" he tried instead.

She looked at him without really seeing him. He had to repeat the question a couple of times before he even saw a hint of acknowledgement in her eyes. He waited patiently until she finally shakily nodded her head.

Her throat was dry. She reached for the glass of water blindly. Sam quickly picked it up and placed it in her waiting hands, watching as she took small sips.

"Where's…" she trailed off, sipping at the water again just to have something to do.

"Probably in the shooting range. He's… processing. But I guess so are you," he said uncertainly.

"You have a shooting range?" She was clearly avoiding the big elephant in the room, but Sam didn't take the bait.

"I'll show you later," he dismissed the topic change expertly. "How are you holding up?"

"You mean after learning that my mother lied to me my entire life?" she spat out. Sam winced at the tone but ignored the hostility, only squeezing her shoulder in response. She deflated at the lack of a fight. He simply waited.

"I don't know," she said finally. "I wasn't expecting… I know you were all but convinced but I wasn't. San- my mother always gave me the impression that my father was dead. Until a few minutes ago, I didn't even have distant relatives that I could call family. Now suddenly, I… I don't know how to deal with that," she said, frustration heavily lacing her voice.

Sam noticed the hesitation at her mother's name and stored that little piece of information for later. His heart went out to her, it truly did.

"Look, I can't even begin to imagine being in your position right now. Or Dean's, for that matter. Hell, I'm still reeling from the fact that I have a niece, and I'm not even the one directly affected by this! So, I cant tell you how to feel or what to do. That's up to you. What I can tell you is that you're family now, Alison. That word has way more weightage in this household than it probably does anywhere else. So, whatever you're going through, you won't be alone. I'm here, Cas is here and when he eventually gets over his little temper tantrum, Dean will be here too," Sam smiled wryly.

Alison chuckled a little even as emotion clogged her throat, shaking her head at Sam's attempt at levity. She was suddenly pulled into the tightest hug by Sam, but this time she refused to cry. She'd had way too many breakdowns in the past few days and she'd ignore the stinging in her eyes and the burn in her throat if it was the last thing she did.

Instead, she sniffled into Sam's plaid shirt, realising this was the second time in as many days that she was in this position. She chuckled at that, and instead of pulling away burrowed herself deeper into the comfort of the embrace.

Sam squeezed her tighter and kissed the top of her head. This was his niece. He was a fucking uncle! What did uncles even do? She was probably too old for toys. He also didn't see much pranks in their future, at least for a little while. He could teach her he supposed. She clearly needed education and didn't seem particularly thrilled about any form of formal institution. Yes, he would be the brainy uncle, who answered all the questions. He could do that.

Eventually, she pulled away. Seeing the hopeful expression on Sam's face, she managed a weak smile at him, trying to tell him that she would be alright.

"I think I'm going to get some sleep and… process all of this. Let me know if De-Dean comes back soon," she stumbled a little, not entirely sure what to call Dean anymore. Was 'Dean' inappropriate? It was way too soon for anything remotely in the 'Dad' ballpark. She put it away as a problem for later, not wanting to deal with the headache that accompanied thinking about her new family.

"Yea- yeah! No issues, kid. Get some rest. Dean will probably be a couple of hours. Cas already went to him earlier. He's good at making Dean sort through things. I'll probably head over there myself in a few," he said assuredly.

"What's up with that anyway?" she asked, her earlier curiosity making it harder for her to keep her mouth shut.

"What's up with what?" Sam sounded confused.

"Cas and Dean?"

Understanding dawned on Sam's face, immediately replaced with a look of long-suffering exasperation. Alison giggled at that, making Sam smile subconsciously at the sound.

"If you ever figure it out, let me know," he sighed and with a last kiss to her head, walked away.

Alison shook her head and walked up to her room. She once again took stock of all the things that supposedly belonged to her. The mattress was the softest she'd ever slept on. She had her own freaking room. She had food to eat and clothes to wear and a couple of guys who cared more for her than what she thought she was worth.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad.