The scent of something sickly sweet wafted in Ali's direction as the waitress placed a large slice of pie in front of an eager looking Dean. She watched with a turned-up nose as he drenched it in some kind of syrup and grabbed a fork.
"Hey Ali, you spoken to Bobby recently?" Dean asked between mouthfuls.
"Yeah, a few days ago," she replied. Dean had made a habit of checking that Ali was making regular contact with the older hunter. It was no secret that she was like a daughter to him and after everything she had put him through when she had left to find Sam and Dean, he thought it was the right thing to do.
The truth of the matter was in fact that Ali hadn't spoken to Bobby in almost a month. Although she liked her life with the Winchesters, she was afraid that if she heard Bobby's voice too often, she would miss him too much. She knew he would be worrying about her but she still couldn't bring herself to pick up the phone. Given this, it was safe to say that she had perfected the art of lying to Dean about it, and she knew it was for the best.
"Any leads yet?" Ali asked as she took another sip of her coffee. They had spent the last couple of hours sitting in the greasy diner looking for a case and she was getting edge, though that probably had more to do with the fact that she was on her fourth espresso.
"Uh a woman in South Dakota fell ten thousand feet from an aeroplane and survived," Dean suggested. Ali shot him a look as Sam rolled his eyes, focusing back onto his laptop. "What else you got?"
"Ah, a man in Colorado, a local man named Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home," Sam read from the computer screen. Ali noticed Dean raise an eyebrow at the mention of the name.
"Elkins? I know that name," Dean said, and Ali couldn't help but feel like she did too.
"Doesn't ring a bell," Sam said with a shake of his head. Dean grabbed his father's journal from the table and started to leaf through it, searching for what he was looking for.
"Sounds like the police don't know what to think," Sam continued as Dean carried on his search. "At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now they've found some signs of robbery."
"There, check it out," Dean said, sliding the journal across the table to Sam. Ali shifted her position so she could see too. Cogs were turning in her mind as she tried to place where she had heard the name before. She knew it hadn't been from John's journal.
"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked, looking at the name scribbled on the page.
"It's a Colorado area code," Dean pointed out.
"I guess we're going to Colorado," Ali said, downing the rest of her coffee and slipping out of the booth.
The impala pulled up outside the old cabin and Sam and Dean got out into the crisp air.
"Ali, you coming?" Dean asked as he slammed the door. Ali was a little taken aback by the invite to investigate the house but didn't turn it down, simply smiling to herself and joining the boys outside the house.
After trying to handle a few times, Sam pulled his lock pick from his pocket and knelt down by the door, carefully inserting the two piece and moving them around until he heard a click. The door swung open and the three of them filed in. Ali noted that she needed to ask Sam to teach her that.
"Looks like the maid didn't come today," Dean commented as he took a look at the state the room was in. Papers, files, books and god knows what else was piled high on the surfaces and floor in a seemingly unorganised fashion. Ali took a look around, spotting something by the door that caught her attention and jogged her memory a little about who this guy was.
"Hey guys? There's salt over here," she said, bending down and fingering the white grains on the carpet. Sam looked up from the book he was looking at as his brother pulled out one of the journals.
"You mean protection against demon salt, or 'whoops I spilled the popcorn' salt?" Dean asked.
"It's clearly a ring," Sam said, walking over to Ali and examining it for himself. "Do you think this guy Elkins was a player?"
"Definitely," Dean replied and Ali had to agree with him. She was starting to remember who this Elkins guy was now. She remembered vaguely her father mentioning him when she was much younger and her brother talking about him quite a bit. He was a hunter, but the significance of him she did not know. She followed the Winchester brothers through a set of doors to another room, this one equally as rammed full of things as the other, though there were clearly signed of a struggle. She shined her touch up at the ceiling, spotting a large hole in the roof that definitely wasn't meant to be there.
"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one," Sam said, eyeing the hole in the roof as well. They continued to search the room for any more clues and not before long, Dean was crouched on the ground inspecting something on the wooden floor.
"You got something?" Sam asked, walking over to join Dean.
"Some scratches," he replied, taking a page from a notebook and taking a rubbing of the indentations. "Maybe a message." He held the paper up to Sam so he could see it to.
"Three letters, six digits," Sam said, taking the paper from Dean. "The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop." Dean nodded.
"Just the way Dad does it."
Sam and Dean climbed into the impala after visiting the post office, Ali having waited in the back seat for them. She peered over the seat, her chin resting on the leather as she eyed the envelope in Dean's hand.
"J.W.?" she read. "You think John Winchester?"
"I don't know," Dean replied, his eyes trained on the package too. "Should we open it?" Suddenly, there was a knock on the driver's window. The three in the impala reared back in shock, Dean ready to pull his gun as Ali slid to the other side of the back seat. They all stared at the figure out in the darkness as it lowered its head to the widow.
"Dad?" Dean said in surprise, his guard dropping immediately as John pulled open the back door and slid in next to Ali. He glanced at her first, his expression unreadable before he turned to his two sons. The blonde girl stared at him in shock before schooling her features.
"Dad what are you doing here?" Sam asked his father. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," John replied, sending his two boys a reassuring smile. "I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could."
"Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," John replied sadly. "He was...he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting."
"Well you never mentioned him to us," Sam commented. John sighed.
"We had a... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." Ali had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. It was clear that John Winchester had a habit of getting on people's bad side, particularly hunters'. "I should look at that," he said, gesturing for Dean to hand him the envelope. He opened it reading the first few sentences outload. "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead.' That son of a bitch."
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"He had it the whole time," John said under his breath, but it was loud enough for the rest of the car to hear, including Ali. She frowned.
"Had what?" she asked, but John ignored her question.
"When you searched the place, did you see a gun," he asked urgently. "An old revolver, an antique, did you see it?" Ali's eyes went wide at John's words.
"Ah, there was an old case but it was empty," Dean replied. It was clear neither of the Winchester boys knew what their father was talking about, but Ali was starting to think that she did.
"They have it," John said. Ali was staring at him, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She could here Dean asking another question but she blocked it out, focusing all her attention on the man next to her.
"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" she asked John in a low voice, her tone dead serious.
"Leave it, Allison," John replied as he started to climb out of the back seat. Ali leapt after him, scrabbling to get out of the car as fast as possible.
"Are you talking about the Colt?" Her voice cut through the air like a bullet. John pinched his nose before turning to face her.
"I don't have time to deal with this right now, Allison," he said in a hushed voice, glancing over to Sam and Dean as they climbed out of the car too. "We gotta pick up the trail." Ali wanted to continue arguing but the look on John's face told her to drop it. She would take it up with him later when Sam and Dean weren't around.
"You want us to come with you?" Sam asked incredulously.
"If Elkins was telling the truth we gotta find this gun," John replied.
"The gun, why?" John's eyes glanced over to Ali whose eyes were trained on the ground, her teeth gritted together as she breathed through them. She was pissed, and he knew it.
"Because it's important, that's why," he replied, his eyes moving back to his son.
"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet," Sam said.
"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best," John explained as he released a breath.
"Vampires," Ali replied for him. The three Winchesters' eyes snapped to her but her expression was blank. Nonchalant. She had finally realised why she knew this Elkins guy's name. He was a Vampire hunter. One of the best. John nodded, signalling that she was right.
"Vampires?" Dean asked, looking between Ali and his father. "I thought there was no such thing."
"You never even mentioned them," Sam said.
"I thought they were extinct," John explained. Ali herself had never seen one before, but she had heard stories. She remembered her father telling her stories about them when she was very little. How they would drain people of blood. How they could live for hundreds of years. But most importantly, how to kill them. "I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out. I was wrong," John continued. "Most vampire law is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late." Ali shivered at the thought. She hated vampires, she always had. Even the idea of them gave her the heebie-jeebies.
"So how do you kill a vampire?" Dean asked, his expectant gaze on his father. John looked up, his eyes locking with Ali's. He wanted to test her knowledge.
She rolled her eyes before releasing a breath. "Decapitation," she said grimly. "Machete oughtta do it."
John Winchester sat in the chair, radio in hand as he listened for any leads of where the vampires may have attacked next. He had his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes drifting from his two sons sleeping on the beds and Ali who was curled up on the chair across from him, her eyes shut.
"I know you're awake," he said finally, his gaze moving over to the blonde girl. For a moment, she didn't move an inch, but then her eyes blinked open and she pulled herself into a sitting position, careful not to make too much noise. She didn't want to wake Sam or Dean. "So, you wanna talk about the Colt." It wasn't a question.
"I wanna talk about what happens after we find it," she whispered, but the bite behind her words was still there.
"Miss Venator, you may know a lot about hunting, but I'm not just gonna hand over something that powerful to a-."
"You're planning on using it to kill that demon, right?" Ali asked, cutting him off. John nodded his head. "I've heard the stories. That guns supposed to be able to kill anything."
"That's right," John agreed. "So, what? You want in on this?"
"You know I've been wanting to get my hands on the Colt for a long time," Ali said harshly and almost accusingly. "That gun is all Tyler ever talked about." John didn't respond, he simply continued to look at her. "But you knew that too, didn't you?"
"Look, I knew Tyler was onto something, but I didn't know what," he said defensively. "There's no way he would've told me, you of all people should understand that." Ali's fist clenched on the arm rest at the mention of her brother from John's lips. Even though it had been over five years since his death, she still didn't like talking about him.
"It doesn't matter what Tyler knew," she said quickly, trying to move the conversation on. "I want the Colt. It's that simple."
"I know you do, but that's not gonna happen," John said carefully, not wanting to aggravate the girl any further. "I have to kill this demon."
"And I have to kill the demon who hurt Tyler," she said angrily, her emotions starting to get the better of her. She could fell tears starting to form in her eyes and she pushed them back. She could cry in from of John Winchester.
"I'm sorry, Allison," John said, and Ali was surprised at how sincere he sounded. She shook her head at him.
"There's no way I'm letting you screw me over on this." John opened his mouth to speak but before he had a chance to say what he wanted to say, a voice came over the radio and he stood up, calling to his sons to get out of bed.
"Sam, Dean, let's go," he said, shaking them both awake as he grabbed his coat. They groggily sat up, rubbing their eyes as they climbed out of bed. "I picked up a police call."
"What happened?" Sam asked as he pulled on his jacket.
"A couple called 911, found a body in the street," John explained. "Cops got there, everyone was missing. It's the vampires."
Ali climbed out of her chair and started to put her arms in the sleeves of her jacket. Noticing her movements, John's eyes snapped towards her.
"You're staying here," he said pointedly. Ali narrowed her eyes.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked incredulously, her voice turning into a shout. Noticing the commotion, Dean turned to see Ali and his father staring each other down, both fuming.
"No, I'm not kidding," he said, his voice raised. "You're gonna stay here, not get involved and not get in the way of the job."
"Fuck that, you can't tell me what to do!" Ali yelled, her anger about their previous conversation bubbling over into this one. She hated being told what to do, especially by John Winchester, a man who had about as much authority over her as the vampires they were hunting. John took a breath and walked closer to her, bending down so his face was inches from hers.
"You may be a Venator, but right now, you're my responsibility." His voice was quiet but still livid. "And I'm not gonna be the one to tell Bobby that I was the one who got you killed." Ali's jaw clenched. "Now sit down and don't move. That's an order."
Ali stayed put as she stared back at him, her expression schooled as she blatantly disobeyed him. Sam and Dean were tense as they watched on, both of them seeing an exchange they didn't understand. They knew their father was angry, but so was Ali. They had seen her angry before, but never like this.
"Don't push me, Allison. I'm serious," John said again, his voice low and commanding. "Not today." The older hunter pulled away, satisfied that he had made his point loud and clear.
"Let's go," Dean said, trying to dispel the tightness of the air that seemed to be suffocating him. He knew Sam had felt it too, but neither of them would dare to ask what the hell that had been about. Dean knew from their last encounter that when it came to Allison Venator and his father, he had to tread carefully, but he had yet to learn why.
Ali watched boredly as Sam paced around the room. They had been out all night on the search for the Colt and had come back with nothing but a few bruises and a nest of vampires on their arses. Dean was out fetching something for the hunt, leaving her, Sam and John alone in the motel room. None of them were talking and Ali could sense that something had gone down whilst they were out between Sam and his dad. Something big. Ali wished she had gone with Dean just so she wouldn't have to witness the awkward tension between the two.
"It shouldn't be taking this long," Sam said anxiously, referring to Dean. "I should go help."
"Dean's got it," John said, looking up to watch Sam. Silence fell on the three of them once again, a choking silence that made it hard for Ali to breathe. She needed to get out, she needed to be somewhere that wasn't in the motel room with John Winchester.
"I gonna grab a coffee," she said suddenly as she stood from the chair and pulled on her coat. "Sam, you want anything," she asked absentmindedly. Sam declined but Ali barely even noticed as she pulled open the door and walked out into the corridor. She had sworn she had seen a coffee machine on the way in and even if she didn't, she was glad for the excuse to leave.
She remembered her father mentioning the Colt to her many years before. He hadn't known then if it was just a myth, but now Ali knew better. After her parents passed away, it became a sort of mission for her brother, Tyler, to find it. She wasn't sure why, it wasn't for revenge. She thought now that maybe he just needed a distraction from the absence her parents' death inevitably caused.
Ali rarely thought of the time between the death of her parents and the disappearance of her brother, perhaps because it reminded her of all she had lost. Mostly, her and Tyler had their time in motel rooms looking for hunting jobs. There was an eight-year age gap between her and her brother, so Tyler had felt he could always look out for her. In reality, she knew that it must have been a great burden for him to have that much responsibility. He was barely fifteen when they had been orphaned and in the first year or so, they spent a lot of time at Bobby's place. That seemed to be the reason Bobby had agreed to take her in after Tyler went missing four years later. Bobby's place was her safe haven. Her home.
"Ali?" Dean's voice came from behind her and she turned around, noticing the paper bag he was holding instantly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she replied, wiping a hand across her face to brush away the tears she hadn't realised had fallen. She didn't find the coffee machine and doubted its existence in the first place. "Did you get what you needed?"
"Yep," he replied as they made their way back to the motel room. "Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys," he joked as they pushed through the door.
"Get it?" John asked. Dean opened up the paper bag to reveal a bottle full of what looked like blood and handed it to his dad. John smiled. "You know what to do."
"Toss this on the fire," John instructed his son's as he pulled out a jar of herbs. "It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready." He glanced over to the tree where one of the vampire they had captured was tied up. Dean had managed to distract her long enough for Sam to shoot her with an arrow soaked in dead man's blood, something poisonous to vampires.
"Stuff stinks!" Dean said as he through the contents of the jar into the fire.
"That's the idea," John said. "Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance of not being detected."
"You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time."
"A half hour oughtta do it," Sam said.
"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can. You go back to the motel, pick up the girl and then you leave."
"Dad, you can't take care of them all," Dean argued.
"I'll have her," he said, motioning to the vampire. "And the colt."
"But then we're gonna meet up, right?" Sam asked. "Use the gun together?" There was a long pause as John released a breath. "You're leaving again, aren't you? You still wanna go after the demon alone." Sam was starting to get irritated again, his father's decisions getting under his skin. "You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like children!"
"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe," John told them.
"Dad, all due respect but, that's a bunch of crap," Dean said and the others looked at him in shock, especially Sam who had always thought Dean followed their father's every word. "You know what Sammy and I have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."
"It's not the Same thing, Dean," John tried to explain.
"Then what is it?" Dean asked. "Why do you want us out of the big fight?"
"This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch," John said. "I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive."
"You mean you can't be as reckless," Dean said. "What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die and we could've done something about it." He paused. "You know I been thinking. Maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together." Dean looked over to Sam who nodded in agreement. "We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it."
"We're running out of time," John said with a huff "You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order." He grabbed the vampire from the tree and pulled her over to his truck, shoving her into the passenger seat. Dean and Sam looked between each other before stumping out the fire and heading over to the impala.
John watched as his boys drove away, a hint of regret in his eyes as the impala disappeared into the darkness. He slammed the passenger door and went to the trunk, pulling it open grab his machete ready for the fight.
He jumped back at the sight of messy blonde hair covering half his weapon bag, his shock dissolving into anger. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Thank god, I thought I was gonna die of claustrophobia," Ali muttered sarcastically as she sat up and manoeuvred herself out of the trunk. John had his arms crossed as he stared down at her, the kid before him almost causing his blood to boil.
"This is not a joke, Miss Venator, I can't afford to make mistakes tonight," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the side of the road. "Are you out of your mind?"
"I meant it when I said I'm not letting you screw me over. And I'm also not gonna let you screw up getting that Colt," she said. John gritted his teeth together as he shook his head, his eyes livid. Ali smirked a little, finding the fact that he had left him speechless amusing. "You can't leave me on the side of the road," she teased. "And Sam and Dean are long gone. Guess you're just gonna have to take me with you." John huffed as he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Get in the car. Now." With that, John marched to the truck and slid into the driver's seat slamming the door so hard that it made Ali jolt. Ali smiled to herself. After all the time her brother had spent looking for the Colt, there was no way she was letting it slip through her fingers.
The truck travelled down the road through the darkness, the vampire next to John in the passenger seat whilst Ali was stuck in the back. Like usual.
Suddenly, two pairs of headlights shone through the window from behind, illuminating the car.
"Get under the seat," John instructed, catching Ali's eye in the rear-view mirror. "Now, Allison." The blonde girl obeyed as she undid her belt and knelt on the floor so she was hidden behind the seat. Unexpectedly, the vehicle jolted to a stop and Ali tried her best not to be seen. "Don't come up unless I say," John said quietly, his eyes trained on the vampires in the road.
"Get out! Who are you?" one of the vampires shouted.
"Name's Winchester," John replied as he climbed out of the truck.
"Where are your friends?" the vampire asked.
"Cleaning out your nest."
"Where's Kate?" he asked. Clearly he was her mate. Ali heard the passenger door swing open but didn't look up to check.
"Come here sweetheart," she heard him say as he pulled her from the truck, holding a knife to her throat. "I want the colt. Elkins gun," John said once he had Kate in position. "Trade."
"Is that what this is all about?" the vampire asked. "I mean, you can't shoot us all right? We'll kill you."
"Oh, I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else," John said. "Put the colt down, or she goes first."
"All right," said the vampire. "Just don't hurt her." Ali waited in the silence, carefully bringing her head up so she could see what was happening. It was dark and the window was foggy, but she could still make out the outline of the vampire placing the Colt on the ground. There it was. The only thing capable of killing a demon for good.
"Back up," John said. Ali watched as the vampire took a step back. "Further," he prompted again. The vampire took another step. She watched as the older hunter stepped forward, dragging Kate with him. Once he was close enough, he leaned down to pick up the Colt.
"It's a nice move, you almost made it," the vampire quipped. Ali frowned in confusion before Kate suddenly whipped around, kicking John back so he slammed against the bonnet of the truck. Ali gasped at the sound his body colliding with the metal. She peered down from the back-seat window to see that he had dropped the Colt and it had slid along the tarmac.
The male vampire ran forward, smacking John across the face with the back of his hand, causing him to fall against the front window. It shattered into pieces and John's unconscious body fell to the ground. Ali started to panic. She was a hunter but there was no way she's be able to take out all these vamps by herself. They still didn't know she was there, so at least she had the element of surprise.
She readied herself to jump out of the car when suddenly, an arrow pieced one of the vampires right through the chest. Ali looked up, relief flooding though her when she saw Sam and Dean run out of the forest.
The vampires were distracted, so Ali took the opportunity to jump out of the car. She rolled along the ground, catching Dean's eye who shot her a confused look before he shot another arrow through a vampire. Ali moved to pick up John's knife and as she did, she noticed the male vampire backhand Sam. Her grip tightened on the blade as she turned towards him but he now had his arm around Sam's throat, choking him.
"Don't! I'll break his neck!" the vampire shouted, his eyes focused on Dean who was wielding a machete. "Put the blade down." Dean paused as he glanced over to Ali. She was far to his right, breathing heavily as she watched the scene unfold. The vampire's grip lightened around Sam's neck and he tried to gasp for air.
"Sam!" Ali shouted as she attempted to move forward but Dean yelled at her to stay back. Dean through the machete to the ground and nodded to Ali. She dropped the knife straight away before noticing John start to regain consciousness.
"You people," the vampire said. "Why can't you leave us alone." Ali's gaze was focused on Sam. He was struggling to get free as he slowly suffocated, the vampire squashing his wind pipe. She tried desperately to think of a way to help when she caught sight of the Colt a couple of feet away from her, glinting in the moon light. She debated in her mind whether or not she should try to grab it. She might be able to before the vampire snapped Sam's neck but it was risky. Even if she did have it in her hand, she wasn't sure if she could use it. If she remembered correctly, Samuel Colt only ever made thirteen bullets and some had already been used. "We have as much right to live as you do."
But as Sam started to pale, Ali realised she had to do it. She swiftly made a move towards the Colt and kicked it, causing it to slide across the tarmac into John Winchester's hand.
"I don't think so," John said as he aimed to Colt at the vampire's skull. He turned around just as John fired the weapon, the bullet hitting him right between the eyes. The vampire released Sam who stumbled away from him. Ali grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away, checking to make sure he was alright.
There was a sudden flack of light, like lightening illuminating the night. The vampire fell to his knees, his eye wide with fright.
"Luther!" Kate cried as her mate slumped to the ground. She looked up, her eyes furious with grief as she started towards John, but the other vampire grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the car and they raced away.
"You ignored a direct order back there," John told Sam and Dean when they were back in the hotel room. Ali was standing by the bed packing her things.
"Yeah but we saved your ass," Dean said boldly.
"You're right," John replied. Dean looked up in surprise.
"I am?" Dean asked.
"It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got," John said. Ali couldn't help but listen in to their conversation. His last sentence made her heart ache for some reason. Who did she have left? Bobby? She was starting to think even he wouldn't want her back after everything she had put him through. "But I guess we are stronger as a family. So, let's go after this damn thing. Together."
"Yes sir," Sam and Dean replied. Again, Ali felt like she shouldn't be there, like she was imposing on family matters that didn't concern her.
"And you," John said, catching Ali's attention. He made his way over to where she was standing, a stern look on his face. "I'm surprised at you."
"Really?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "That wasn't the first time I've hidden in someone's trunk." John rolled his eyes.
"I meant with the Colt," he explained. "You could've taken it and run, no one could have stopped you." Ali stared back at him disbelievingly. Did he really think she would have grabbed it and ran, leaving the three of them to the mercy of the nest of vampires?
"But Sam would've been killed," she replied. John smiled as if that was the reply he had been hoping for. She chewed on her lip for a moment awkwardly. "So, are you gonna let me stick around?"
"I'm not sure what to make of you, Venator," he said honestly, looking at her intently like her was trying to figure her out.
"Look, I know you don't like me," she admitted in response. "And to be honest, I'm not your biggest fan either. But Sam and Dean? They're my friends. And I care about them." She paused, thinking of how to put what she was thinking into words. "If they wanna gank this demon for all that its done, I'm more than happy to watch you send one of those magic bullets right between its eyes."
"So, what are you saying?" John asked quizzically.
"I saying that as long as Sam and Dean want me around, you're stuck with me," she replied. "I'm not going anywhere. And I wanna make a deal." John chuckled.
"To make a deal you've gotta have something I want," he said.
"I'll help you take down your demon," she said, determinedly. "And when that's over, you give me the Colt, so I can take down mine." John narrowed his eyes at the girl as he bit on his lip, a little amused.
"What makes you think I need your help taking down the demon?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet," she admitted. "But I must be useful for something. Otherwise you would've driven me back to Bobby's already." This made John chuckle harder as he shook his head. This girl was definitely a Venator. He didn't want to accept her bargain. She was too young to be involved with this, but he knew she would find a way to worm her way in if he declined. It was safer for all of them if she was around. That way, he could keep an eye on her. Besides, he had promised her parent's all those years ago that he would. He may as well start now.
"Do you have any other terms?" he asked, on partly to humour her.
"No," she said simply. "Do you?" John shook his head.
"Well then, Miss Venator," he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. She took it with a smirk. "You've got yourself a deal."
AN: So that was chapter 8 and we are nearing the end of season 1! Hope you liked this chapter. I gave you a little more insight on Ali's past but there is still much more to come! What are your thoughts on the story so far?
Let me know what you thought, much love x
