Ali groaned at the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, turning over to press her face further into her pillow. She didn't know what time it was but the sun had started to peak through the curtains. A knock came at the door and she turned over, pretending to still be asleep. They knocked again.

"Ali?" She heard Sam's voice at the door before there was a muffled whisper and another much harsher knocking came.

"Ali, get your ass outta bed." She rolled her eyes at the sound of the elder Winchester. He was always more bossy than his brother. He knocked again. "Come on, open up." Ali groaned, rolling out of bed and running her fingers through her matted hair. She was definitely not a morning person. "You've got ten seconds, young lady or I'll -." Dean was abruptly cut off by the sound of the door whipping open, revealing the blonde girl behind it.

"Young lady?" she asked with a raised brow. Dean smirked, his eyes casting over her dishevelled form.

"Morning bed head,'" he teased. Ali scowled at him.

"Where's Sam?" she asked, noticing that the younger Winchester was nowhere to be found.

"Packing," Dean replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets of his coat. Why was he wearing a coat?

"Where're you going?" Ali asked, folding her arms and leaning against the door frame.

"Bobby found us a hunt," Dean said.

"Awesome," she said dryly. "You want me to help you with your bags?" Dean shook his head. He forgot how much attitude she could have when she was moody.

"You should come with," Dean offered. Ali thought for a moment, though she already knew her answer.

"I'll pass," she replied, turning around to head back into her room. "Thanks for the offer."

"Hey, wait a second," Dean said, reaching out a hand to grab her shoulder. She turned around before he made contact with it and he retracted his hand awkwardly. He sighed. "Look, I know the last couple months have sucked ass, but me and Sam were talking and we need you back in the game," he said, his voice sounding sincere, though Ali still wasn't sure she believed him.

"No, you don't," Ali said a little flatly. "You and Sam are great hunters. I'll just stay here."

"We don't want you getting rusty," Dean said pointedly. Ali shook her head.

"You know I'm right," she replied. "I'm the last month you already sorted out that zombie nightmare and managed to take down that psycho bastard."

"You mean Gordon?" Dean clarified. Ali nodded. "I kicked that son of a bitch's ass."

"Yeah," she replied. "I rest my case."

"Yeah, okay, I know we did all that without you, but it doesn't matter," Dean said. "You're part of the team."

"The team?" Ali deadpanned. She worried if the elder Winchester had a screw loose. After everything, she wouldn't be surprised.

"Yeah, you know? Me, you and Sam... on the road together. Saving people, hunting things..." Ali raised a brow at him. He seemed way too... chipper.

"Are you high?" she asked. Dean laughed. It sounded weirdly fake.

"No, Ali," he said. "It'll be just like old times." Well that would be interesting since she'd only know them for less than a year. "The three musketeers." Ali cringed.

"Seriously, are you wearing an earpiece or something?" She said, grabbing Dean's chin and tilting his face to the side. "Is Sam telling you to say all this crap?"

"No, no, no," he said, slapping away her hand from his face. "Okay, I'll admit, those weren't some of my best lines." He held his hands up and Ali relaxed a little. He was back to normal. "We underestimated you, Ali," Dean said. "I underestimated you. You're a good hunter," he paused and Ali tried to suppress a smile that was creeping into her lips. "You could be a great hunter." She stared at him, wondering where these sudden compliments were coming from. Could it be that Dean Winchester might actually not mind having her around? "We're all be dragged through crap recently, so why not go kick some monster ass?" Okay, maybe hard-ass Dean Winchester could be kinda sweet sometimes. Ali cleared her throat.

"So, uh, this team," Ali started, biting her lip. "What exactly does my role entail."

"We can discuss the logistics on the way," Dean replied, starting to walk away. Ali cleared her throat, causing him to turn back around.

"Do I get to actually hunt?" Ali asked, raising a brow at him.

"You bet," Dean replied, his answer only seeming a little reluctant. Ali was pretty sure that Sam had something to do with that.

"And I won't get stuck doing research the whole day?" She clarified. Dean shook his head.

"Not if you don't want to," Dean replied. Ali smiled a little at this response. She rarely managed to get what she wanted when it came to Dean, but today, for some reason, he was being particularly lenient.

"Do I get to drive your car?" She asked. Dean's expression hardened to a glare.

"Don't push it," he said, pointing a finger at her. She smirked a little at his response, finding how possessive he was over the impala very amusing.

"Worth a shot," Ali muttered.

"Hmm," Dean grunted, holding his glare a little longer before he let it drop. "Get dressed, we're leaving in ten."


Ali slammed the door to the newly fixed up impala once they had pulled up outside the motel in Fort Collins, Colorado. It had been a fairly long drive and they hadn't stopped once, meaning she really was itching to stretch her legs. She hadn't asked Dean to stop at a gas station, remembering what had happened last time…

"So, what's the deal?" Ali asked as she followed the boys into the entrance of the motel and Sam went to book two rooms.

"Several missing persons, two corpses, both drained of blood with lacerations particularly to the neck area," Dean said, gesturing to his own neck with his hand. Ali clicked her tongue.

"Vampires," she said, her voice a little disgusted. "I hate vampires." Dean snorted.

"Why? Because they don't sparkle?" he quipped. Ali shot him a glare. She knew he had been suppressing the urge to comment on the copy of Twilight he had found in her room at Bobby's for a while now.

"Shut up," she replied, grabbing her room key from Sam and stalking down the veranda to her room.

Once there, she let herself in and shut the door, stripping down to her underwear so she could change into something a little more suitable for hunting. She picked a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt which she tucked in before throwing on a light jacket. She then shoved her feet back into her combat boots and threw her hair into a pony tail so it was out of her face. Lastly, she picked out her small knife from her duffle bag and slipped it into her right boot. Technically, the blade wasn't hers. It had belonged to her brother.

In the long time the Venator family had been hunting creatures of the night, it had been a tradition that when a child turned thirteen, they were given a silver blade. Ali had always thought of it as a rite of passage, one that she had never gotten to see. Her parents had died long before she met the ripe old age of thirteen. Even Tyler was gone. By the time she finally reached her teenage years she had been living with Bobby with no Venator in sight to guide her through the 'coming of age' process. From what she could remember, her parents had made it kind of a big deal, though after they passed, Tyler had assured her that it was nothing special - just a fancy piece of silverware. When he had passed, she had remembered to retrieve the knife from the bloodied motel room. Bobby had assured her it was okay if she had it, even if it was originally Tyler's. Even so, Ali didn't lay a finger on the blade until her thirteenth birthday.

Once she was ready, Ali headed for the door, meeting the brothers outside in the cool breeze. She noticed that they had changed too, though instead of their hunting gear, they were dressed in official looking suits. She supposed that was their usual hunting gear. She sighed as they made their way outside back to the impala, realising she wasn't going to be a part of every aspect of the hunt. She was still only sixteen, meaning there was no way in hell she would pass for FBI.


Ali's finger traced along the handle of the knife, her skin brushing over the intricate engraving. Despite the fall coming quicker than ever, the sun still beat down, warming the hood of the Impala which she was sitting on. She slipped the blade away when she noticed Sam and Dean emerge from the hospital morgue and slid off the front of the car, not missing the slight scowl Dean sent her. The elder Winchester loved his car almost as much as he loved his brother. Ali knew that Baby was certainly higher on the list than she was.

"Did you get a look at the vics?" she asked, watching as Sam pulled out his phone.

"Yep," he replied. "Take a look at this." Sam turned the screen in Ali's direction so she could take a look at one of the victim's necks.

"Guess we were right about the vampires, huh?" she clarified, grimacing a little at the photo before handing the phone back to the younger Winchester.

"Looks like it," Dean replied, pulling the tie from around his neck. Ali nodded.

"So, what now?" she asked. She felt a little dumb asking for directions, feeling like she should know what to do. However, Dean nor Sam seemed to be bothered by all her questions and she guessed it was because they preferred her to ask than just act, something she had a habit of doing (according to Bobby, that is).

"I was doing some research earlier," Sam started. "And there's an abandoned barn just outside of town. There's been some reports of recent activity there."

"Maybe that's where the nest is," Ali suggested, catching on to what Sam was suggesting. They both turned to look at Dean. He had his thinking frown on his face, a subtler expression than when he wore his I'm-very-concerned frown or his I'm-pissed-at-everything-today face. Ali and Sam waited for his response.

"We should check it out soon," he said finally. "We don't know how many there might be and we have an advantage in the daylight." They agreed and piled into the car, Dean driving once again as Sam directed them to the barn.

They didn't drive all the way up, instead, climbing out of the Impala on the side of the road so the vampires wouldn't be able to hear them approaching. As the three of them crept through the woods, Ali couldn't help but find the fact that the brothers were searching for vampires whilst wearing suits. They whole thing seemed ridiculous. Sam was even still wearing his tie.

It was clear to Ali as they continued to approach the barn that Dean wasn't completely at ease with her being around. She could tell by certain gestures of his body and expressions on his face. He kept slightly in front of her the whole time, his body angled in a defensive way rather than that of something stalking its prey. She hoped her presence wouldn't impact his hunting detrimentally. As they inched further and further to the dishevelled building, Dean gestured for Ali and Sam to fall back, signalling to them that he was going to check it out.

The elder Winchester headed away and Sam crouched down so he was more closely hidden by the trees. He glanced to his side, watching Ali as her eyes followed every movement of his brother. Something inside him swelled and almost caused his lips to twitch up in a smile. He found the way Ali always seemed to take in every minuscule movement either of them made endearing. It was like she thought that by taking in and absorbing everything they did, she would learn from it and overall, it would make her a better hunter.

That was something Sam struggled to comprehend sometimes – Ali wanted to hunt. Not just for revenge or justice for her brother, but because she liked it. She liked the thrill it gave her, the satisfaction when she destroyed some evil son of a bitch. Sure, when Sam had been younger he had wanted to join his father and brother on the hunt, but when he was older, he'd wanted more. He wanted to go to college. He wanted a life. But now, that life seemed miles away. Now, he wasn't sure what he wanted.

Dean returned quickly, jogging slightly as he cut through the trees. Sam and Ali both straightened up, looking to Dean expectantly for the news.

"There's five of 'em as far as I could tell," he told them as they headed back to the impala. "Two guys, three chicks." Ali nodded. Five vampires. That seemed like a lot. She hoped they would be able to take them on. "But from the looks of it, one of the guys and the red head are a thing. Pretty sure they're the leaders. The other three look newly turned."

"Okay," Ali said. "So why don't we just go back? Finish the job now?" Dean shook his head, pulling open the driver's door when they'd reached the car.

"Not now," he said, his voice deep. "It's nearly sundown. We should come back tomorrow." Ali nodded her head, feeling like she was starting to get the hand of things. "Besides," Dean continued. "This is a new suit."


Ali picked at her fries, dunking one into a heap of mayo before shoving it into her mouth. She rested her chin on her free hand, her eyes occasionally glancing up to the bar. Dean stood there, his attention honed on the female bar tender even though she had already poured both their drinks. Sam had decided to stay back at the motel, feeling like he just wanted to get some rest. Ali had felt similar, though she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep on her empty stomach. She was craving something greasy and calorific.

As her eyes scanned the rest of the bar, she spotted all the usual's. Across the room from her was flirting with a girl way out of his league. An older guy a few seats down the bar from Dean cradled a Whisky. It was probably not the first he'd had that night, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last. Her attention shot to the door as it swung open and a couple walked in, her eyes shifting over the guy's dark leather jacket and fixing on the woman's fiery hair. They headed over to the bar straight away, his arm slung over her shoulders.

"Drinking age is still twenty-one," Dean's voice said as he placed her soda on the table, snapping Ali's attention away from the couple.

"Unfortunately," she replied, taking a sip of her drink whilst Dean drank his beer.

"How's the food?" Dean asked, reaching open and swiping a few fries from her plate.

"Good," she replied. "How was the bar tender?" Dean shot her a blank look, as she raised a brow at him.

"Good," he replied, echoing her response as he smirked a little.

"Right," Ali said. "Well if you're planning on getting laid can you let me know so I can leave?" Dean looked unimpressed by her comment, though from her experience of what Dean could be like, he didn't blame her.

She rolled her eyes at him again, pushing the plate of fries towards him as she stood up. "I gotta use the restroom," she said, grabbing her soda and downing the rest. Dean grunted in response, his attention preoccupied with the woman sitting across from them. She was no longer being hassled by out-of-his-league guy and she guessed Dean reckoned he had a shot.

The blonde girl headed away quickly, walking though the crowded bar to find the ladies'. As she looked around for the sign, she didn't notice herself walking straight into someone. She turned around, mumbling her apologies before she caught sight of who it was. Leather Jacket, though his arm wasn't snaked around the redhead anymore.

Ali knew she probably looked like a deer in the headlights, so she schooled her features quickly, unconsciously pulling her jacket closer around her body. She looked eyes with the man momentarily, the feeling of ice sliding down her spine taking over her mind. There was something about him that was creepy and unnerving. She wanted to get away as quickly as possible. Forgetting completely about the restroom, she turned around, heading back to the table. She didn't want the rest of her food. She just wanted to leave.

Dean looked a little moody when she arrived. The pretty brunette in the seats across from them was nowhere to be seen. She sat down opposite him, her posture alone indicating to him that something was wrong.

"What is it?" he asked with a frown. Ali looked up passed his head, noticing the redhead sitting at the bar surrounded by a few other people. Ali nodded in her direction.

"You recognise her?" she asked. Dean raised a brow at her before turning around to take a glance at what she was staring at.

"Crap," he said, confirming Ali's initial suspicions. They must be the vampires.

"You've got a machete in the trunk, right?" Ali asked in a low voice.

"You think I can just take her head off in here?" Dean asked incredulously in a whisper.

"No, of course not," Ali replied. "But what are we supposed to do?" Dean thought for a moment but Ali wasn't listening for his reply. Her eyes had locked with Leather Jacket who had just appeared on the other side of the bar. At first, Ali hadn't been sure if it was her he was looking at, but now, it was like his stare cut through the loud atmosphere in the bar and punctured her lung. She looked away quickly as she bit her lip, her heart rate picking up.

Could he tell they were hunters? Did he know they were at the barn earlier?

"Ali?" Dean said, bringing her from her thoughts for the second time that evening. From the expression on his face she figured it wasn't the first time he had called her name. He frowned at her, his features showing concern. "What…?" he asked as he followed the line of the girl's shifty glances, catching sight of the vampire he had seen earlier.

"Get up," he said quickly, downing the rest of his beer and sliding his arms into his jacket. "Let's get outta here."


"I didn't like the way he was looking at you," Dean protested. Ali rolled her eyes. Of course Dean didn't like the way he was looking at her. He was a fricking vampire!

"How was he looking?" Sam asked, a little confused. The younger Winchester and Ali both couldn't understand why Dean had rushed back to the motel when they had the vampires in their grasp. They could have just called Sam for backup.

"Like she was dinner!" Dean exclaimed, not understanding himself why his brother didn't get it.

"We should go back there," Ali interjected. "They could be looking for more people to turn. They might've taken someone else already!"

"Ali's right," Sam said, his eyes focused on Dean who tightened his jaw in thought. "He's got her scent, Dean. We need to take them out as quickly as possible."

"I know," Dean said finally, nodding to Sam. "We should go now." Ali blinked for a second, wondering if she had misinterpreted how Dean had gestured between himself and his brother.

"What about me?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Look," Dean sighed. "I don't like it any more than you do, but there's five of them, Ali. It's not safe for you."

"Not safe?" Ali asked, not believing what she was hearing. "Don't you think it's a little late for you to play that card?"

"Enough!" Sam's voice cut though their argument and they both fell silent. "This is wasting time." Ali looked up at the both of them, her eyes livid. Dean knew she was pissed, but he couldn't let her come with them.

"He's got you scent," Dean explained again, trying to get the girl to understand. Although he wanted them to get along, her safety was more important. "I'm sorry, okay?" Dean said and Ali thought he almost sounded sincere.

Ali didn't say another word as they geared up and slipped out of the room, the only thought swirling through her mind was whether Dean would ever think she was good enough.


Ali didn't need to look up from examining the silver blade to know it was Dean that had just walked through the door. She did anyway, sending him a frown when the younger Winchester didn't follow him into the motel room.

"Where's Sam?" she asked. Dean placed his machete on the dresser, his sleeve splattered with crimson spots.

"Burying the bodies," he replied. He seemed twitchy and his eyes darted around the room, like he was checking that no one else was there.

"Why aren't you?" she asked. Dean could feel the bite in her tone.

"I needed to make sure…" he trailed off. Ali looked up, suddenly concerned. Dean knew she wanted answers. "One of 'em got away." Ali swallowed thickly. She didn't need to asked which one.

"He ran?" she asked, trying not to seem like she was afraid.

"Well after we killed the others, I think he figured he was next," he said with a small smirk but it materialised as a grimace. "He'll be long gone by now though. We'll wait until morning before Sam and I –."

"Sam and you?" Ali asked bitterly. "So much for theteam." She muttered the last words under her breath but Dean still caught her.

"Ali, I'm not excluding you because I think you're a bad hunter," Dean sighed.

"Then why can't I come too?" Ali questioned, memories of their conversation the day before coming to the surface. He'd said she would be in on the hunt. Why was he side-lining her now?

"Because I need you safe!" he yelled, his voice so loud it made Ali take a step back. She considered his words before brushing them off. She'd really thought his opinions about her hunting had changed - that he thought she could handle it. She'd been wrong. Nothing had changed.

"You're full of bullshit, you know that?" she said back. Dean looked like he might yell again but instead he punched the bridge of his nose.

"You know what? I can't deal with a temper tantrum from you right now," he said, grabbing his machete and walking out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him.

"Dean!" she yelled after him in anger. She had considered just leaving him be – he'd had a long night - but enough was enough. She hadn't even wanted in on this hunt and he had convinced her to come. There was no way she was staying put. She grabbed her knife, shoving the blade into her boot before pulling the door open and stepping out into the night.

"Dean!" she yelled again as she looked around to chase after him. She frowned when there wasn't any sign of him before running to the right to see if she could see him.

"Dean?" she called, this time with more concern than anger. She jogged further down the path, her blood running cold when she caught sight of his machete on the ground. She stared down at it, starting to panic and leant over to grasp it in her hand. But before she had a chance to pick it up she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head before everything went black.


Her head pounded as she began to regain consciousness. The first thing she noticed was the stinging in her wrists. They were tied tightly behind her back as she sat on the concrete flaw, slumped against the wall. The next thing she noticed was her name being called, though she could barely make it out over the ringing in her ears. She slowly peeled her eyes open, squinting through the dim light.

"Ali." She turned her head in the direction of the voice. The movement made everything ache and she groaned in pain.

"Dean?" she croaked, her voice hoarse. The eldest Winchester was seated on a metal bench across the barn-like room, his hands also tied around his back so he couldn't move. "What happened?"

"He jumped us outside the motel," Dean replied and she vaguely remembered someone clocking her in the back of the head, knocking her out cold. Her hair felt wet and sticky at the back and she thought it was likely she had a concussion.

"Where's Sam?" she asked, the fact that the younger Winchester wasn't in sight making her panic.

"He's gonna come get us, okay?" he said, his voice hopeful and determined. She instantly regretted getting mad at him earlier. Maybe if she'd stayed in the motel room they would have been find. If she hadn't gotten pissed at him he wouldn't've left. "We're getting outta here, Ali, don't you worry," he reassured her again and Ali thought it was more for his own benefit than hers.

"Okay," she replied quietly, her head falling back against the wall as she let her eyes fall shut. She felt so exhausted, like all her energy had drained away. She knew it wouldn't be a good idea to let herself fall asleep but she wasn't sure she would be able to help it.

"Stay awake, Ali," Dean barked, but she knew it was only because he cared. She reluctantly pulled her head away from the wall and looked over at him. He stared back at her, trying to let her know everything would be okay.

Suddenly, she remembered about the small blade she had put in her boot back at the motel. Slowly she moved into a kneeling position, straining to grab the little knife. The ropes cut more and more into the writs but she carried on through the pain. She felt the tips of her fingers against the cool metal and managed to get a grip so she could pull it out, slicing through the ropes that bound her wrists.

She quietly but hurriedly approached Dean, the blade clutched tightly in her fist. She knew without a doubt that it wasn't a lethal enough weapon for a vampire but it was better than nothing. As she reached Dean she fiddled with the ropes at his wrists as he tried to hurry her up.

"Ali! Behind you!" Dean suddenly yelled causing her to whip her head around. All she saw was a dark figure moving impossibly fast before she was thrown to the ground, her head cracking on the concrete causing her vision to blur.

Dean watched as Ali's limp body crumpled onto the hard floor. She groaned loudly and Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was still alive. He watched in horror as the vampire grabbed her by the neck and roughly shoved her against the wall. He could see her gritting her teeth through the pain, trying to stay strong like Bobby had taught her to. Like he had taught her.

"Don't you touch her, you son of a bitch!" Dean seethed as he strained against the ropes that bound his wrists. He stared in rage as the monster pressed his face to Ali's hair, no doubt inhaling the scent of her blood that now coated her hair. He knew it was intoxicating to their kind and would send him into a craze of bloodlust that would only end once the monster had sucked every last drop from her lifeless body.

"If you hurt a hair on her head, I swear to god..." Dean threatened. He could barely see Ali's battered form against the wall from the way the vampire was pressing into her but he was sure if he could, he would see her trembling in fear. He knew if they both made it out alive she would likely deny any fear she felt. Ali was like that around him.

The leather-clad vampire leant in, allowing his lips to brush the side of Ali's ear, causing her to shiver away from him. She felt completely terrified but she knew she had to stay strong and not show any weakness if she could help it.

Dean heard the vampire mutter something to the girl but he couldn't make out the words. Whatever it was caused her to whimper quietly.

"Ali, don't listen to him!" Dean yelled, trying to get her attention. "Ali!" Dean screamed, but the girl couldn't seem to hear him. He hated being in this situation. He hated not being able to protect her.

Ali heard Dean shouting her name but she couldn't respond. She was completely frozen as the vampire's lips touched her neck. She held her breath, waiting for the sharp pain of his fangs tearing her skin. Her head fell back as the monster ripped into her jugular. Or was that the carotid artery? She couldn't think to be able to work it out. The pain was so intense at the beginning that she couldn't help but scream, but it was muffled by the sound of Dean shouting her name, followed by a long string of profanity directed at her attacker.

The vampire took no notice of the elder Winchester as he feasted on his meal. He drank deeply, Ali's veins burning as the blood raced to her neck. Now, she didn't scream, she was barely awake. She felt her muscles giving up one by one as the fluid left her body. Soon she would be dead. She knew it. But she was somehow too weak to care.

Dean watched in horror as Ali stopped struggling against the vampire's hold, her body going limp. He pulled at the rope tying his wrists. It tore at his skin, gnawing at it until the flesh was raw. Still, he carried on struggling. Her head fell back under its unsupported weight and Dean could see the nauseating amount of blood coating her neck.

Without warning, a figure sprinted from the darkness and slammed into the vampire, sending both of them to the floor. Ali's body slid down the wall with a soft thump. She slumped over, mostly unaware of Sam who had come to her and Dean's rescue. She tried to think, to move her limbs to help the brothers, but she couldn't. She felt drunk, but not in the fun, tell everyone you love them kind of way. It was way when you've had way too many and your arms feel so heavy you can't move them. It was the way you felt when you were about to vomit.

Sam battled with the monster, trying to get a good enough angle to slice his blade through its neck. The vampire was stronger than he expected, having gained strength from his meal. Sam grimaced as the vampire licked his lips, his tongue lapping up the blood running down his chin. Ali's blood. He hadn't checked that she was okay, too focused in killing the monster first.

As they brawled, Sam somehow managed to get the upper hand and grabbed his machete where it had clattered to the floor. But before he had a chance to chop Leather Jacket's head off, he headbutted him in the chest, causing Sam to release the blade. The vampire's hand clasped around Sam's neck, choking him until he was gasping for breath before throwing him to the ground. His unconscious form landed a few feet from where Dean was still straining against his ropes.

"Sam!" he yelled at the sight of his brother laying on the ground. "Sammy, wake up."

"You killed Chloe," the vampire said in a low voice as he approached Dean. He swallowed.

"You mean that redheaded bitch?" Dean spat.

"She was my wife! And you murdered her!" the vampire yelled at Dean. Ali couldn't see the monster's face but she knew his eyes would be filled with anger and grief. It was strange but in a way, she almost understood him. He was out for revenge just like Sam and Dean were. Just like she was.

"She was a vampire!" Dean spat in disgust. "If you want revenge, just go ahead," Dean said from his position still tied to the bench. He had to do something to save the people he cared about. "Kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you, Dean." The vampire said his name like it was acid on his tongue. "That would be too easy. First, I'm gonna kill her," he said, pointing in Ali's direction. "I'm gonna make her scream your name with her last breath whilst you watch, powerless to help her." At his words, Dean let out an almost animalistic growl. "And then," he started, walking over to Sam who was lying on the ground, "I'm going to feed your brother my blood until he's just like me."

Ali stared in horror as he said those words. He was close to the unconscious Sam now, too close. He could kill him in a second and there would be nothing her or Dean could do.

"I'm going to turn your little Sammy into a monster, and then you'll be forced to kill him." He ended his speech with a crazed laugh that was so deranged it put her teeth on edge.

"No," she said weakly, her voice hoarse. Dean didn't seem to have heard her protest, his attention focused on his brother. He breathed heavily, writhing against the ropes to get free. It was no use. He knew he could to nothing to stop the carnage that was about to ensue.

Ali tried to sit up, her muscles so weak that it felt like she was moving through caramel. She was so tired she couldn't even feel the pain the vampire had inflicted on her. She slumped onto the group and tried to drag herself across the concrete. It hurt. Everything hurt. But she tried to push the pain away, her mind focused solely on the machete that lay a few yards from her.

The vampire moved, his razor-sharp teeth sinking into his own arm, tearing the flesh away until his crimson blood ran over his skin. Ali could see what he was about to do but she couldn't let it happen. Not to Sam.

She crawled closer to the machete and reached her hand out, her fingers curling around the handle. She pulled it towards her as she took a deep breath, her eyes glancing up. Dean was shouting for Sam to wake up. The vampire's eyes were transfixed on Sam. Ali noticed his eyes start to flicker open but he didn't have the energy to move away. He was too disorientated after the blow to his head.

This was Ali's chance. She breathed deeply, readying herself and trying to build up enough strength so she could stand. She had lost a lot of blood and she could still feel the warm liquid pulsing from her neck. She knew she should be applying pressure to the wound, but she needed to remain focused. With a surge of adrenalin, the only thing keeping her from passing out, she pushed herself to her feet, using the machete as leverage. She wobbled on her feet, her eyes glued to the vampire as it leant over Sam. Sam was becoming more and more aware of what was going on and he began to shuffle back away from the monster. Ali saw her window of opportunity closing and with a shout, she ran at the vampire with as much power she could muster, wielding the blade in both hands.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. She raised the machete and swung it at the vampire from behind, the blade slashing clean through his neck. Blood spurted across her face as it's body fell to the floor, a fair amount of it also covering Sam who lay stupefied beneath her. She released a shaky breath when it was done, dropping the machete to the floor as she stared at the severed head. Her breathing was heavy and she felt delirious. She could here Dean trying to speak to her as she stood but she couldn't make out the words. It felt like her ears had been stuffed full of cotton wool. As Sam scrambled to his feet and went to untie Dean, black spots started to appear in Ali's vision. She was so tired.

"Woah, whoa," Sam said as Ali slumped over. He caught her arm as her legs gave way. "Ali, can you hear me?"

"Is she okay?" Dean asked as he pulled his wrists free from the rope.

"She's lost a lot of blood," Sam replied, ripping off a piece of his shirt and pressing it against her neck.

"Hey, kiddo?" Dean called as he snapped his fingers in front of her face. "You with me?" Dean took over from Sam and kept the pressure on her neck. Sam went to get the body and drag it to the car so they could bury it. They needed to leave the warehouse as soon as possible. Ali groaned in pain. She felt groggy and sleepy. All she wanted was to go to bed.

"I hate vampires," she croaked out. Dean released a relieved chuckle at the sound of her voice. She would be okay.

"Yeah me to," he said with a small smile. "Can you walk?" She nodded.

"Yeah," Ali replied. Dean guided her up to a standing position and released his grip. As soon as his hand had left her waist her knees started to give way and Dean had to support her again.

"You're a bad liar," he said as he stopped her from falling. She pouted at him.

"No, I'm just bad at lying to you," she said, her speech slurred.

"Right," he said. She tried to pull away from him to prove she could walk herself but ended up stumbling. Dean rolled his eyes and put an arm around her waist. "Upsy-daisy," he mumbled under his breath as he picked her, placing an arm under her back and knees.

"You don't have to carry me, I'm not a damsel in distress," she mumbled as she leant her head against his shoulder, fighting to keep herself awake.

"Keep telling yourself that," he chuckled as he walked to the car. Sam slammed the trunk shut and sent Dean a look, his eyes asking if she was okay. Dean nodded back.

"Don't mock me, Winchester," she said, lifting her head to look him in the eye as she poked a finger to his chest. "I saved both your asses." Dean rolled his eyes as he caught Sam's eye.

"We know," Dean replied, his voice deep and gravely. Ali sent him a tired smirk.

"And don't you forget it." Sam smiled as he climbed into the passenger seat and watched Dean help Ali into the back. As soon as the door shut she leaned her head against it, her eyelids drifting shut as exhaustion overcame her.


Dean sat on the queen-sized bed, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He kicked off his boots but left his jacket on. He looked up as the bathroom door swung open, revealing Ali who had just been in the shower. She was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a man's t-shirt he didn't recognise. It was probably one of Tyler's. She pulled her blonde hair into a bun and went over to the mirror, examining her wound. She prodded it with her fingers around the edge, wincing when she used too much pressure. Ali usually had a motel room to herself, but Dean had decided he didn't like the idea of her being alone for the rest of the night after losing so much blood.

"Your neck okay?" he asked as she pealed open a band aid and pressed it over the bite mark.

"It's stopped bleeding," she told him. "Sam said he would stich it up in the morning." Dean nodded in response. "Is my head supposed to hurt this much? I'm not gonna turn into a vampire am I?" He snorted, catching her eye in the reflection.

"No, you have to ingest vampire blood for that to happen," he explained even though he knew she was half joking. He debated for a moment in his head, then held out the bottle of whiskey to her. Ali turned around and stared at him.

"Seriously?" she asked. It seemed like only yesterday that Sam had prised the whiskey bottle out of her hand and told her she was too young. Was Dean really offering it to her now? Maybe as a reward?

"Yeah, it'll help with the headache," he prompted, shaking the bottle at her a bit. She raised an eyebrow at his reasoning, sending him a questionable look before taking the bottle and having a large gulp. She cringed at the taste and handed it back to him.

"So… I guess this makes it official," Ali said, a small smirk creeping onto her lips. Dean raised a brow at her, taking a sip of whisky himself.

"What?" he asked. Ali's smirk widened.

"I'm back in the game."


Ali tossed in her bed as she tried to sleep but all she could think about was the hunt. Although the room was pitch black and they hadn't spoken in a few hours, Ali was sure that Dean was still awake too.

"Dean?" she said softly, rolling onto her back so she was staring at the ceiling.

"Hmm?" Dean responded through the darkness.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she said, keeping her voice quiet. "I know you were just trying to protect me."

"Don't worry about it," he replied through the dark room. They fell silent again and Ali wasn't sure if Dean had dozed off. There was something else that was bothering her, a question that was swimming around her mind.

"Hey Dean?" she said, getting a grunt in response. He was still awake. "What the vampire said…" she began. "About making Sam like him. If he had succeeded, would you have killed him?"

"What?" Dean asked. He sounded groggy. Ali wondered if he had been asleep after all.

"If Sam had gotten turned into a vampire, would you have killed him?" she asked again.

"Why're you asking me about that, Ali?" he asked tiredly.

"Just curious," Ali mumbled sleepily. "So would you?"

"What's important is that he didn't. Sam's fine," Dean replied, Ali thought a little angrily.

"I know that, but if he had?"

"But he didn't," Dean repeated again. "Go back to sleep."

"But what if he did?" she pushed.

"But he didn't!" Dean said harshly. "Sam's fine, Ali. He's not a vampire, he's not a monster, he's fine. So, quit asking and go back to sleep." Ali didn't say anything in response. She turned over so she was facing away from him, closing her eyes as she tried to get some rest.

Dean turned over too, but he didn't try to fall asleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to. The truth was that Ali's question had been swirling around his mind too. Would he have killed Sam? Would it have been the right thing? All these questions reminded him of what his father had told him before he died. Dean didn't not give Ali and answer because he didn't want her to know what he would do. He didn't give an answer because he didn't have one. The truth was that if Sam went dark side like his father had suggested, Dean didn't have a plan.


AN: This one turned at a bit longer than I had planned, hope you don't mind!

So I'm thinking for Season 2 I'm gonna add in more original storylines/hunts like this one. Does that sound okay? Would love to hear any thoughts you have on the this chapter and the story so far :)

Let me know what you thought, much love x