Sam's knee bounced nervously as he chewed on his finger nails. Dean had been gone for over an hour and Sam hadn't heard a word from him. He felt guilty for what he had said about Ali being dangerous and although he hoped he had been wrong, he had a feeling he wasn't.

He'd tried Dean's mobile multiple times with no luck, though he wasn't sure if that was because his brother was just not talking to him. After much deliberation, he decided to try Ali's number again, hoping that if she really was injured, she would still be able to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear as it rang, waiting nervously for the recipient to answer. After what felt like an eternity, the line clicked. Someone had answered.

"Ali?" Sam said, suddenly relieved. He could hear breathing down the line. "Ali, is that you?" There was a long pause as Sam waited for a reply, and when it came, he wished he hadn't called.

"Sorry Sam," the voice said. "Ali can't come to the phone right now." The voice was cold, and Sam could almost hear the devilish smirk he knew the girl would be wearing. It was Ali's voice, but at the same time, it wasn't.

"Ali?" Sam said slowly. "What's going on? Where's Dean?"

"He's a little tied up right now," she said.

"What happened, Ali?" Sam asked again. He remained completely still in the empty motel room as he spoke. "What did you do?"

"Come on, Sam. Catch up." Her voice was snappy and cold like she was agitated, but in the same way she seemed completely calm. In control. It was in stark contrast to the girl Sam had seen the day before. "I thought you were the smart one."

"Ali, tell me what's going on." She laughed darkly.

"You really think sweet little Ali is doing all this?" she asked incredulously.

"What-?"

"I'm bored, Sammy." She said it like she was bored with the conversation. Tired. Uninterested. "When you're done fitting all the pieces of the puzzle together, why don't you come and play." And then she was gone.

Sam stared at the phone before him, completely bewildered. He tried dialling the number again but there was no reply. It didn't even go to voicemail. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and ran a nervous hand through his growing hair.What was happening?

The younger Winchester quickly ran to the door, pulling it open as he headed to Ali's motel room. It had been empty since yesterday as far as he knew, but maybe Ali had gone back in before she'd taken off. When he entered the room, it looked no different to the day before. Her duffle bag was still there, along with a jacket and a few other pieces of clothing. Sam riffled through them, looking for anything that could indicate what was going on. A cursed object. A hex bag maybe? There was nothing.

Sam sat on the bed, his hands in his hair as he tried to think. As he opened his eyes he noticed something unusual. It was on the floor. Only half of it visible from the way it was concealed under the bed. He picked it up, frowning at the piece of jewellery that now lay in his hand. Ali's anklet. Once again, she wasn't wearing at. He pocketed the item before leaving the motel room to locate the girl and his brother. Finding the anklet was a step forward, but Sam wasn't sure what it meant, although, he had a feeling it was going to be important.


Ali's form stood eerily still over Dean Winchester's unconscious form. The mobile which she'd crushed against the concrete wall now lay on the floor. Her head was tilted to the side as she watched the man before slowly taking out the silver hip flask in his pocket. She silently unscrewed the cap and tipped the contents into the hunter's face. Deans eyes snapped open as he groaned, pupils adjusting to the light. The girl above him tossed the flask to the side before stepping away.

Dean sat up, noticing straight away that his hands had been tied behind his back. His head throbbed, but that wasn't what worried him the most. The blonde girl in front of him seemed to be devoid of any emotion, the only exception possibly being malice. He glanced at her top. There was no blood. No gunshot wound. She was fine. But at the same time…she wasn't fine at all.

"What are you?" Dean asked, his voice livid. The girl smirked.

"You're quicker than your brother," she replied, her voice low and even. Her eyes were calculating. Her smile put the elder Winchester on edge.

"What the hell have you done with Ali?" he asked through gritted teeth, his jaw tight.

"She still here," the girl said, tapping the side of her skull. "Somewhere." She ended with a little chuckle, the sound deranged and empty. Her eyes pierced straight through him.

"You think this is funny?" he said angrily, trying to lunge forward from the ground. The girl stepped away from his advance, raising Dean's Colt M1911A1 threateningly at him.

"I think it's hilarious," she said darkly, not even a hint of humour in her voice.

"Get out of her," Dean said, almost begging. "Get you of her, you bitch!"

"You think I'm possessing her?" she asked, her lips twitching up in amusement. "Ali's meatsuit is off limits, remember?" She dragged the side of her jeans down, revealing the anti-possession tattoo on her hip.

"Then how'd you get in?" Dean questioned. He'd never felt so much anger before. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to rip her apart. But he knew that would only hurt Ali. He could never do it.

"I didn't infiltrate this body from the outside, Dean," she said with a smirk. "I took over from within."

"What does that mean?" She clicked her tongue at him, shaking her head.

"Sorry," she said. "Can't be giving away all my little secrets."

"What do you want from us?" Dean asked, struggling to try and undo the ropes that bound his hands. They were tight and he knew he didn't stand a chance of getting out of them. After all, it had been Dean himself who'd taught Ali how to tie someone up so they wouldn't be able to break free. It had been in case she needed to detain a monster. It'd never crossed his mind that it would come back and bite him in the ass.

"I want what Ali wants," she said. Dean scoffed.

"Ali would never wanna hurt me or Sam," he protested. She smirked at him.

"I admire your faith in her. But without Ali, I wouldn't exist."

"You bitch."

"Watch your mouth, Winchester," she snarled, cocking the weapon in his direction.

"You're insane," Dean spat with a glare.

"No Dean. I'm the exact opposite of crazy," she said, crouching down beside him and grasping him roughly by the collar of his shirt. "I think straight. I'm the part of Ali that knows exactly what she wants and has the focus to take it."

"So, Ali wants to kill her friends?" he asked incredulously.

"No," she said simply, releasing him and shoving him to the ground. "Ali wants revenge."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, trying to straighten himself up.

"How do you put it?" she asked thoughtfully. "An eye for an eye?" Dean frowned, not understanding what the girl meant. She rolled her eyes at his confused expression. "Something was taken from us. Something we'll never get back."

"Us?" Dean questioned. "Stop talking like you and Ali are the same. She's nothing like you."

"You're wrong, Dean," she whispered darkly. "But enough about that." A low grumble of an engine could be heard outside and the monster wearing Ali's face turned slightly in acknowledgement. "Right on cue," she sang.

"You're not gonna touch him," Dean said threateningly. She shook her head mockingly as if to say 'there's nothing you can do about it.' She bent down again next to him, gagging him and pressing the barrel of the gun to his forehead. Dean could feel it bruising against his skull. Her face was so close to his that he could see the bloodshot whites of her eyes.

"Try anything and you're both dead," she whispered before kicking him hard in the shoulder where his bullet wound was. Dean groaned in pain as he fell to the side, his head smacking against the concrete. The impact made his vision blur and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and push past the headache. The way his hands were tied made it difficult to pull himself back into a kneeling position. She was no longer beside him but now had her back against the wall a few metres away.

Dean could see Sam approaching, his gun braced in front of him. He wanted to try and yell to him but he remembered the girl's warning. When the younger Winchester spotted his brother, he ran towards him, lowering his gun, his focus on his brother.

"Dean," he said in relief at finding his brother alive. He pulled him up and removed the gag from his mouth.

"Sammy, behind you," Dean warned straight away. Sam whipped around, coming face to face with Dean's pistol in the hands of the blonde girl. He frowned at her. She breathed confidence and control. Her eyes were dark. Evil.

"Drop it," she hissed at the younger Winchester.

"Ali, let's talk about this," Sam tried as he held out his hands in surrender.

"It's not her, Sam," Dean muttered from the ground, both their eyes fixed on the teen. She smirked at them, shooting Dean an impressed look.

"At least one of you has your head screwed on," she mumbled dryly. "I said drop it." Her face was serious. Menacing. Sam tentatively placed his weapon on the ground. "Kick it away." He obeyed. Sam watched as she moved closer, keeping the gun aimed at his chest the entire time. She moved slowly and with purpose. She signalled for Sam to move away from Dean and he did before she started to pat him down, checking for other weapons. She discovered two knives and an extra handgun which she tossed away out of his reach. All the while, Sam had his eyes fixed on Dean who was edging closer. He still had his arms tied behind his back but he reckoned he could still take the teen out without much problem. Especially when she was distracted.

Sam stayed completely still as Dean approached her from behind. Suddenly, he charged, tackling her to the ground. She screamed as she fell, the gun in her hand sliding across the concrete floor. In anger, she pushed Dean off of her as she stood up, only to be met with the end of Sam's gun pointed at her head. For a moment, the brother thought they had her. That was, until, she pulled Dean from the floor and grabbed the silver knife from her boot, pressing the sharp blade to his neck. He felt dizzy, having not yet recovered from the two pretty serious blows to the head he'd received.

"I told you what would happen if you tried anything, Dean," she snarled in his ear. "And I didn't wanna kill you just yet but you're really starting to piss me off!" She yanked his head back by his hair, the blade cutting into his neck and causing it to sting.

"Hey, stop!" Sam shouted, still pointing the weapon at her.

"Put the gun down or I'll kill him!" she screamed, her eyes wild and deranged. "Now!"

"Okay!" Sam yelled back, throwing the gun down away from him. "Okay, you got us. We're both here and unarmed. That's what you wanted, right?" Sam watched as she gritted her teeth together and released Dean, pushing him down to the ground. She picked the gun from the ground and twirled it in her hand.

"Not exactly," she admitted. "It's a shame John couldn't be here too." The brothers frowned at her. "But then again, the thought of him rotting in hell does bring me some consolation." Dean growled in anger from the floor.

"What do you want from us?" Sam asked desperately. "Tell us what you want?"

"Well originally, I wanted to kill both of you," she said devilishly, a sick smile on her face as she spoke. "But now that just seems too easy. If you both die, it's over in a second." Sam shuffled uncomfortably on his feet. He'd never imagined he'd hear these words coming out of the blonde girl he considered a friend. It just seemed so alien. Surreal. "But," she continued. "If I kill just one of you… Well, the other would have to spend the rest of his life living with that grief. The grief of losing a brother. And that… that's revenge."

"That's what this is about?" Sam questioned in confusion. "This is about Tyler? We had nothing to do with Tyler's death. Ali knows that."

"I'm not talking about Tyler!" Sam could see her composure breaking. She was crumbling in front of them. She appeared unhinged, and that was dangerous. The blonde girl shook her head, calming herself down. "The only question now is which one?" She glanced between them, the gun twirling in her hand.

"Ali, if you're in there," Sam began, starting to panic. "If you're in there, you need to fight." The girl cackled at him in amusement.

"She's not in control, Sam," she told him. "Ali can't hear you." She released a long sigh. "I've made my decision." Her dark eyes landed on Dean and she wandered over to him silently, pressing the gun to his head once again as she grasped his hair in her fist.

"Wait," Sam pleaded, taking a step towards them. The girl shot him a warning glance. "Please don't do this." She ignored him, her eyes locking with Dean's.

"Say hi to your dad for me," she whispered darkly, her finger on the trigger.

"No!" Sam yelled, lunging forward and pushing the girl to the ground. The gun went off, the bullet narrowly missing Dean's head leaving a hole in the wall. The younger Winchester wrestled with the girl underneath him as he tried to pull the gun from her hands. Her teeth were gritted together in anger as she tried to throw him off. She managed to eventually, but the gun was knocked from her hands and out of reach. Sam watched as her hand went to the knife in her boot and she pulled it out. He dived forwards to grab her wrist but she dodged him swiftly. As he moved, the anklet he'd found in her room fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. He wouldn't've noticed it had the girl not stopped her movements to stare at it. There was shock in her eyes, as well as terror. Sam stared at her, puzzled by her reaction. Before he had a chance to grab her, she had turned on her heel and sprinted out of the warehouse.

Sam stared after her for a moment before the groaning of his brother brought him to his senses. He untied Dean quickly before helping him to his feet.

"She really did a number on you, huh?" Sam said as he eyed Dean's bruised skull and bleeding neck. He sent him an angry glare in return, pushing away his hands as they tried to examine his wounds.

"Come on," he said, grabbing the weapons from the floor before running in the direction the teen went. The sunlight was disorientating but when his eyes finally adjusted, Dean growled angrily. "She took Baby?" he asked in furious disbelief when the Impala was nowhere in sight. "I'm telling you, when I get my hands on her…" he mumbled under his breath.

"What? You'll do what, Dean?" The elder Winchester simply grumbled back at his brother. He reluctantly climbed into the car Sam had stolen and gunned the engine, speeding off after whatever the hell Ali had turned into.

"So, what are we dealing with here, Sam?" he asked. "A ghoul? Some wacked out wraith attack?"

"I dunno, Dean," Sam replied. "But did you see her face when I dropped this?" he questioned, holding the anklet between his fingers as he thumbed the intricate links and stones. "It was like she was afraid."

"Yeah, afraid of Ali taking the reins," Dean suggested. "I mean, that thing has sentimental value, right? Maybe she was scared it might trigger something inside of Ali and give her more control?"

"Yeah, maybe," Sam said thoughtfully. He wasn't sure what to think, but he was sure that the thing's reaction to the small piece of jewellery had to be significant. Maybe, for some reason, the anklet was its kryptonite.

"Where's she headed anyways?" the elder Winchester thought out loud. She was too far ahead of them to be able to follow and they needed to pick up their stuff from the motel. "I mean, where could she go?"

"There is one place," Sam realised. Dean groaned as he caught on, hoping what Sam had suggested was not reality. If it was, things could get messy. "She's out for some kind of revenge. She wants to be somewhere that's familiar. Somewhere she can use to her advantage. Somewhere she knows we'd follow her to." Sam was right. Dean sighed.

"Call Bobby."


Bobby Singer sat in his front room, glass of whisky cradled in one hand whilst his other leafed through a book on demonic possession. A knock on the door startled him out of his lazy Thursday afternoon routine. He quickly finished his drink and placed the book down on the table in front of him. The knocking came again and the hunter quickened his pace towards the door.

"Hang on," he called as he unlatched the door and pulled it open. His brow furrowed at the sight of the tearful girl on his door step. Her blonde hair was in complete disarray, along with the dark circles and black streaks of mascara staining her cheeks. She looked awful. But more importantly, she looked terrified. Behind her, Bobby could see the Impala, though there was no sign of Sam or Dean.

"Allison?" he questioned as if he couldn't quite believe she was standing before him. It had been a while since he'd set eyes on the girl and her abrupt return made him anxious. At her name, the girl's eyes started to fill with tears and she stepped forward, throwing her arms around his neck. He tentatively squeezed her back, worry coursing through his veins. "What happened?" he asked, pulling her inside and shutting the door. "Where's Sam and Dean?"

"I dunno," she replied, tears streaming down her face, her breathing rapid. "But something's happened, they've gone crazy." Bobby frowned at her. "They think I'm possessed. They tried to kill me, Bobby." She broke down crying again and Bobby pulled her into him as he tried to soothe her.

"Okay," he whispered. "It's okay." Her face was buried against his chest as he ran his hand over her hair. She quietened down and when they pulled apart again she rubbed her eyes to clear the tears away. "I'll get you a water," he offered. She nodded quietly.

He quickly returned from the kitchen and handed her the glass. Bobby watched her carefully as she brought to it to her lips. Just before she took a sip, Bobby noticed her expression grow blank before a small smirk appeared.

"Holy water?" she questioned with a raised brow. "Really?" Bobby swallowed thickly as she took a long sip before smashing the glass against the wall. "I thought you knew better."

"Allison, I-."

"I should've known those Winchesters would get to you before I did," she spat as she approached the man. Bobby backed up, stepping away from the girl wearing Ali's face who was most definitely not Ali. "What did they tell you?"

"They told me enough," he replied. He watched as the girl came closer, kicking over a stack of books on her way as she reached for her blade. Her eyes were deranged. Disturbed. She radiated hate and anger.

"You know you almost had me fooled," she told him with a wicked laugh. "For a moment, I thought you actually believed I was Ali." Bobby glanced around the room, trying to locate a weapon he could use against her. "But then you had to go and offer me a glass of water." Her face gave the impression that she was disappointed in him. Like she had expected better. "I mean, holy water? Did you really think that would work on me?" She grinned at him devilishly and Bobby stared back.

"No," he replied simply, causing the girl to frown. "That's why it wasn't just holy water." Her face contorted in confusion before her legs began to shake. She was furious, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from collapsing to the ground.

"What did you do?" she asked through gritted teeth as she tried to keep her eyes open. Bobby didn't reply as he watched her finally pass out, her limbs going floppy as she relaxed into the floor. It killed him to do it, but he had no other choice.


Dean riffled through his father's journal as he sat at the desk in Bobby's study. By the time he and Sam had arrived at the Singer Salvage Yard, the older hunter had already locked an unconscious Ali in the basement. It'd been a couple of hours and so far, he'd found nothing useful that could explain what was happening to her or what it was that had taken over her body. Through all the time he and Sam had been researching in the study, Bobby had been down there with her, sitting outside the door. Dean had told Bobby that he didn't need to do that, but Bobby insisted that he did.

"Found anything?" he called to Sam who had been researching on his laptop. Sam sighed.

"Not yet," Sam replied. "Dean… what if whatever's happening to Ali isn't supernatural?" Dean sat up, his eyes finding his younger brother. His face held a frown.

"Not supernatural?" Dean asked incredulously. "Are you saying that Ali actually wants to kill us? That overnight she just turned into a frickin crazy person?"

"Not crazy," he clarified as he sat back in his chair and closed his laptop. "But she could have some kind of personality disorder."

"Are you kidding?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, because I find this all so hilarious," he shot back. "No, I'm not kidding, Dean. I mean, you hear about this kinda stuff on the news. The memory loss, the hallucinations, the mood swings. It makes sense."

"These things don't just happen, Sam," Dean argued. "People don't just develop an entirely different personality overnight."

"But it didn't just happen overnight," Sam protested. "Weird stuff has been happening for weeks."

"No," Dean said as he shook his head. "No, something's messing with her head. And it's something we can kill."

"Dean…"

"I'm gonna go check on Bobby," he said, hurrying out of the room before Sam could say anything else. There was no way Sam was right about what was happening with Ali. Whatever was wrong, he could fix it. He could kill it.

It was silent as he descended the stairs to the basement. Bobby sat on a bench outside the door, a bottle of whisky in his hand. Dean eyed him wearily before peering through the bars at the girl inside. She sat with her back to the door so he couldn't see her face. She was eerily still.

"She said anything?" Dean asked. Bobby shook his head.

"Just woke up." He nodded, sliding the bolt across the door and slipping into the darkened room. He heard Bobby lock the door behind him. Dean quickly pulled out a silver hip flask from his pocket and flicked some of the contents on the girl in front of it. He saw her flinch, but other than that, she didn't react. No screams. No smoke or burning flesh.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis-." He stopped when he heard her giggling faintly. He felt stupid, but he had to continue to be sure. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio-."

"Seriously?" Dean looked up at the sound of the voice. She'd turned around and was now staring at him. "An exorcism. Think you can chant a few sentences of Latin and this will all just go away? I know Sam is supposed to be the smart one, but really, Dean?" He swallowed thickly.

"Worth a shot," he muttered. "Now, are you gonna tell me what you are?" He stepped forward as she stood up, her dark eyes locked on his. He held a knife in his hand, but she didn't look afraid. Not even remotely. Dean wished he could say the same about himself.

"I already told you, Dean," she replied. "I'm a part of Ali. I came from her."

"Stop saying that!" he yelled as he pushed her against the wall, his forearm across her chest as he held the knife to her throat. She laughed at him, her eyes flickering from the knife back to Dean.

"But it's the truth," she replied. "Whether you like it or not, I'm a part of Ali. You can't get rid of me."

"I'll find a way," he growled at her,

"No, you won't," she replied with a smirk. "As long as I look like your pretty little Ali who cares about you so much, you won't touch me." Dean glared at her as he pressed her harder against the wall.

"You wanna bet?" he threatened.

"Help!" she screamed suddenly, causing Dean to frown. "Bobby, please! He's hurting me!" Dean took a step back in alarm. He barely touched her. "Bobby!" He could see her smiling as she cried out in pain, though she wasn't in any pain at all.

"Dean?" he heard Bobby ask from the other side of the door. She was still screaming, pretending that Dean was hurting her. He pressed the knife back to her throat.

"Stop it," he ordered her darkly when she wouldn't stop crying for help. "I said, shut up!"

"Dean, what's going on in there?" he heard the older hunter ask from outside. He was anxious and worried. Dean could hear someone coming down the basement stairs.

"He's hurting me, Bobby!" she yelled as Dean tried to make her stop screaming. "He's gonna kill me!"

"What game are you playing?" Dean asked her as she smirked at him, her grin evil. The basement door flew open and Bobby and Sam burst in, pulling Dean away from Ali as she continued to cry in pain.

"What did you do?" Sam asked as he pushed Dean away. Bobby was standing near Ali, trying to make sure she was okay.

"I didn't do anything!" he yelled back in anger. "She's trying to mess with our heads." He pointed an accusatory finger at the blonde girl in question who held a satisfied expression on her face. She straightened up, smiling darkly at the three of them.

"You're the ones who make it so easy," she said, her eyes shifting over each of them. Bobby took a step back, resting his hand on Dean's shoulder. He was tense. Enraged.

"Let's go," the greying man said, patting the elder Winchester's shoulder. He turned around and headed for the door behind Bobby, leaving Sam as the only one left with the girl. Dean shot him a look before he ascended the stairs and he nodded back. There was something he needed to figure out.

Sam shut the door and turned slowly, catching sight of Ali across the dimly lit room. She was staring at him, her blue eyes burning holes through his chest. He didn't meet her gaze.

"Are you gonna try to exorcise me too, Sammy?" she asked teasingly, a smile on her lips. Sam kept his gaze low as he breathed in and out. In and out. It was like he was trying to work up the courage to face her. He didn't want to make her scream. He didn't want to hear Ali's voice being used by something so evil. He just wanted to understand. He wanted her back. With a frown still in place, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the anklet, holding it up in front of him.

"Why aren't you wearing it?" he asked. Her expression fell flat before her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face. "Ali never takes it off. So why, when you come along, does she start taking it off?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she scoffed, folding her arms and leaning against the wall. Even though her face was in shadow, Sam could still tell that she was lying.

"I think you do," he said, growing more confident as she grew more uncomfortable with the conversation topic. "That night. Out on the steps." He took a breath. "That was you, wasn't it?"

"Please, you don't expect me to remember every-."

"Ali didn't lose it," Sam said. "It didn't fall off. She took it off, and then she couldn't remember what happened after." It was like he was thinking out loud now – putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. He was figuring it out. "Because for whatever reason, you can't take full control of her if she's wearing it!" There is was again. The same face of apprehension she'd worn when the anklet had fallen out of his pocket earlier that day. He was right.

"It's just a crappy piece of jewellery," she said, shaking her head at him.

"I don't think it is," Sam said in disagreement. Her eyes darkened at him, her hatred clear in her expression. He could see it in the way her jaw tightened and her nostrils flared with each exhale.

"So, what are you gonna do?" she asked bitterly. "You gonna shove that thing on my ankle and hope that I disappear? It's not that easy, Sam."

"Maybe not," he muttered as he shoved the anklet back into his pocket. He didn't want to do anything to set her off again. Not until he was sure. He needed to talk to Dean first. Sam watched as the girl turned away from him and took a seat on the floor. Even in her callousness towards them, Sam he couldn't help but worry about the girl. Ali was still there somewhere inside. He wanted to make sure she was okay.

The girl's form shivered in air. It was unsurprising that she was cold considering the thin shirt she wore. Sam could even see the dark outline of her tattoo between her shoulder blades through the material. He made a mental note to get her a jumper before night fall.


That evening, the air felt heavy. Part of it was because of the way Bobby had yelled at the brothers earlier that day. His rage had been fuelled primarily because both Sam and Dean had failed to inform him of the struggle they'd been having with Ali over the past few weeks. He was angry it had taken such a dramatic turn of events for them to involve him. As far as Bobby was concerned, he was her guardian. He was the one who should be looking out for her.

Another reason for the foul mood in the household had to do with the fact that even after spending the afternoon reading and researching all they could, they were still no closer to figuring out what had happened to Ali, or rather, who had happened to Ali. The only problem was that Sam was looking for a what and Dean was looking for a who.

"Hey Dean?" Sam called to his brother. The hunter looked up from the couch where he'd been sipping his fourth beer that night. A thought had just run through the younger Winchester's mind. Something he only just realised he needed to question. "When did Ali get that other tattoo?" Dean's brow furrowed.

"What other tattoo?" he asked, rubbing his forehead and wanting to forget everything that was happening until the morning. He hadn't realised just how much he was bothered by what was going on with Ali until now.

"The one on her back," Sam said. Dean shook his head.

"She doesn't have one on her back," he replied. "As far as I know, she only has that devil's trap." Sam tensed at his brother's words.

"Then why did I just see one on her back?" he asked slowly. Dean was on his feet and halfway to the basement before Sam had a chance to process what was happening. He followed after his brother, watching as he ignored Bobby's protests and barged into Ali's cell. She was sitting and the ground away from the door. Her back was to him, making it easy for him to grasp onto her shoulder so she couldn't move and carefully fold back her shirt, revealing the mark.

The dark ink stood out in stark contrast to the teen's pale skin. The tattoo was made up of three semi circles that intertwined with each other, the ends curling in on themselves like choking vines. It wasn't large, but it looked complex. More complex than other similar marks Dean had ever seen. In the centre was thick black cross.

"You recognise it?" Dean asked as he looked over to his brother. Sam shook his head as he stared at the symbol. "Me neither." He sighed, releasing the girl from his grip. She crawled away from him, pressing her back to the concrete wall as she glared back at them.

They straightened up and made their way out of the room, passing Bobby on the way who seemed to be in some kind of daze. Dean could practically see his mind racing behind his eyes.

"Bobby?" he questioned with a frown.

"I uh." He cleared his throat. "I gotta go check something." And then he was gone. Dean caught Sam's eyes who was sending him a look. He shrugged back in response as they made their way back upstairs.

It was about twenty minutes later when the older hunter emerged from his study carrying a bulky hardcover.

"I knew I'd seen it before," he could be heard muttering to himself as he made his way over to Sam and Dean.

"Bobby, did you find something?" He nodded with a sigh as he planted the book on the table in front of the brothers. It was a thick book, and as it slammed down on the table, a cloud of dusk rose into the air.

"Yeah," he replied. "And it's not possession." The page showed the same symbol that was engraved into Ali's skin in black ink. Sam frowned at it as he checked the spine of the book. It read World of Witches: Volume 13.

"So, what is it?" Dean asked as he stared at the detail descriptions and explanations that covered the page.

"Nothing good," Bobby replied with a sigh. "She's hexed."


AN: So Ali's most definitely not acting like herself. Would love to know what you guys thought of this chapter and what you think might happen next!

Also, what has everyone's favourite chapter been so far/fave part of the story been? I'll try and include stuff that everyone likes or wants to read :) Thanks to everyone who's reading this story!Let me know what you thought, much love x