CHAPTER THREE
After a while of talking, nothing was accomplished and Dean gave up in resignation. Sam was firm on what was going to happen, Alana was stubborn, much to his surprise and the three of them wanted their own ways. He shook his head in aggravation and sped off back onto the highway, making both Alana and Sam look at him in shock.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asked.
"Why are you being such a bitch all of a sudden? Alana has done nothing to you, yet you treat her as if she's a child. Man, get off your pedestal will you?"
Sam banged the side of the car; he'd opened the window to get some air, "What am I suppose to do, not give a damn that our sister may get killed? Get real Dean; I worry too much for her safety. You don't see what I do, you don't understand!"
Dean nearly slammed on the brakes, but kept going. Alana was sitting tightly in the backseat, she was unaccustomed to fighting. She and her mother had never fought in their lives. But this, this was too new for her.
"Then explain it to me Sam, what are we to do? Dump her somewhere and tell dad, oh Sam had a nightmare and thought Alana be better off on her own. Yeah, ok, dad would kill you."
"Whatever Dean." He muttered and looked out to the side mirror, seeing Alana's fear in her eyes. He abruptly turned around to face her, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh shit! Oh Alana, I'm so sorry." He said.
Dean looked in his rearview mirror and saw his sister. She was beyond upset and he was ready to kill Sam for yelling. Clearly she was not use to the constant bickering they've done in the past few months.
"Are you alright Alana? You want me to pull off or something?"
She nodded her head, "I need a break, please Dean?"
He nodded and pulled off the next exit. He parked alongside the ramp and Alana pushed her way out from behind Dean. She walked to the back of the car and leant her back against the trunk, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.
"Alana?" Dean said, coming to stand by her. "I'm sorry about back there. I should've warned you that we get a bit loud."
"Loud?" she huffed, "You two treat me as if I am some disease. My god, what am I suppose to think when you two are always protecting me. You don't think dad has been training me all these years to hunt? Well he has, while you two were on your own. I know how to fire a gun; I have copies of his journal and a lot of research on demons. I am to be an ally in this game Dean, not a pawn. And if you two don't quit treating me like a child there is going to be hell to pay!"
Dean stepped back clearly amused that she'd finally spoken up. "What do you mean dad has been training you?"
"He never told you? Damn, dad must have thought you two would flip. I know what we are up against, when I told you about mom; it was clearly to see your reactions. I had to make sure you understood where I stood. My mom was killed in a car accident and burned but not like your mom. I had to lie to see where my loyalty stood."
Dean ran a hand through his hair, "Where is dad now Alana? Do you know?"
She rose an eyebrow, he wasn't going to fight her, hm…where was his fierce attitude and cockiness at? Was it her that melted him to this soft boy she looked upon?
"Not going to kill me that I lied Dean? We need to hash that out first."
He stepped to the passenger side of the car and knocked on the door, signaling Sam to get out. Traffic was light here, so he decided they needed to talk. Sam got out and looked to his sister, anger in his eyes.
"I have something to say. Why the hell play us Alana? Or are you even our sister?"
She shook her head, laughing, "My god, you think I'm Meg. Don't you? She may have fooled you once but she isn't that dumb to try it again. I am indeed your sister." She said and pulled out a locket much like the one their mother had.
"Does this help? Meg doesn't know of it, I keep it hidden. It's the only thing I can show you to make you realize I'm Alana."
Sam shook his head, "I don't know what to believe anymore."
"Me neither Sam. Sometimes I wished to God I never knew about you or Dean. I wished I was an only child, but I'm not and it's unfair to me. I was thrown into this world at ten years old! Our father didn't realize that I was afraid of the dark and by telling me demons existed, made me fear going to sleep every night. Doesn't it bother you that I hate to sleep without a light on? I have my own fears and dad didn't give a rat's ass about them, just handed me a gun and told me to shoot."
Sam snorted, "Dad did the same to me, funny how things look different in another light."
"Yeah well mom took that gun away from me. She even yelled at him for suggesting I learn to use one. Said that demons and such didn't exist and to stop scaring me or she was going to cut ties with him. He did as she asked, but those images were burnt into my mind, I was scarred."
Dean looked about, seeing a cop car heading their way. He hissed, and then nodded his head to Sam. He saw and patted Alana on the back whispering, "Play along, we don't want to get into trouble for being here."
"I can tell him I was sick. I know what to do." She whispered back as the car pulled up behind them and stopped. A young man stepped from the car, placing his hat on his head.
"Everything alright here?" he asked, looking to Alana.
"Yes officer was a bit sick from the food I ate earlier. Didn't want to mess my brother's car up. We stayed a bit too long I fear, I wanted to make sure I was not going to be sick again."
He nodded, "I check on every car out here. Someone radioed in your car, saying you were fighting. Anything you care to share?"
"Oh…" she blushed, "My brothers got angry with me when I said I had pizza earlier. You see I'm not suppose to be eating pizza, had a bug just last week and they think I'm gonna make myself sick. They are just being my big brothers."
"I can tell, they are hovering over you protectively."
She laughed, "Yeah, sometimes it gets on my nerves. But they are my brothers and I love them. Are we in trouble though for being here?" she asked, dragging a foot in the dirt.
"No ma'am. Just making sure all was in order. I'll let ya go. You best be going before it gets to dark." He looked to the sky, "We have one heck of a storm heading this way. Hail, heavy rains, thunder. I would suggest going home."
"She smiled, "Or get a hotel room, we're on our way home now."
He looked at the license plate and nodded, "I see. Well do something soon. The storm is to hit this area within the hour."
"Thank you officer. You're a doll." She flirted and the officer tipped his hat to her, "Anytime ma'am." And got back into the car and pulled away.
Dean and Sam took deep breathes and grinned, "Ok sis, now where the heck did you learn that?" Dean asked.
She cocked one of her eyebrows and in a mocking southern accent said, "Well me daddy taught me, said it was a way to get meself outta trouble, ya know?"
He shook his head, "Get into the car, and let's find a place for the night. That and food, and no I'm not going to another gay bar."
The three siblings laughed as they got back into the Impala and drove up the ramp and into the town of Youngstown, Ohio.
