HOME PART 1
Darkness flooded his dreams and reality return to him like a rubber band snapping back into place. Every muscle in his body tensed up like a stone statue and he even struggled to breathe. His lungs were made of led and his throat was parched. It was a fleeting moment but Sam, for a time, didn't know where he was, much less the time either. There was no soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains and the room seemed unnaturally dark to him. It took a second but he did eventually realize that he was still in his motel room. He could even hear Dean snoring in the bed beside him.
"Bad dream?" Sam nearly felt his heart leap from his chest when he heard Alice's rough voice fill the darkened void of the room.
He followed the voice to where it came from and saw her. Like usual, Alice was the only one who wasn't asleep and was working diligently at the table. There were dark circles under her eyes so it was obvious she's been up for more than a couple hours. It looked like she was doing research for a case though since his laptop was open in front of her. She had newspaper clippings, notes, and her family journal out too and spread across the small desk, leaving no space. Alice was even making sure to not wake the boys and was only using the light that was emitting from the screen.
Sam felt breathless as his lungs burned within him. He didn't say anything and stared extra long at her like she was a ghost coming back to haunt him. He grew pale in an instant when he realized that she was real, letting out a shuddering exhale.
Her deep and dispirited brown eyes stared at him that seemed forced and very practiced. The same with her smile that was bright and wide, yet had a pressing air about it that looked as though she was frightened. Her hair was blonde and had a shimmering golden sheen that was thinning out from stress, and her overall kind expression had a sense of urgency and uneasiness hidden behind her beaten and fair skin. There were black and purple bruising on her right cheek from a couple of days ago, and a cut on her lips that came from the day the picture was actually taken.
Sam's hand slowly began to tremble the longer he looked at the picture in his grasp, withered with age. His stomach immediately cringed with pain when he saw an obvious and sickening sign in the old photo. He knew in a single glance that this woman...didn't have a healthy life.
Beyond the woman's fair gaze though was a person standing in the back of her. A side profile of a rather tall and muscular man. He had ink-black hair with thick scruff on his face and a permanent scowl to go with his sharpened eyes. All around, he was a rather unpleasant sight to behold.
Sam's mind flew back to the vivid dream he had the night before and felt ill the moment he recognized the man. The same man that was in his dream was in the picture as well.
Alice was in his dream too but not in the way he could ever imagine her to be. It was like Sam was seeing everything through her eyes and felt all her emotions going through her body while being brutally attacked. He could feel the strain in her bones, the pressure against her neck, and the hot tears rolling down her face. She was beaten, bloody, and just too weak to even fight back.
He wanted to believe that his dream was the cause of a wild imagination but he couldn't believe it to be just that. It looked too real and it felt too real, and Sam honestly couldn't take it anymore. He jumped up from the bed in a flash and dropped the picture, hurrying to the bathroom as if his life and stomach depended on it. He wasn't sure if he was going to puke but he wouldn't be surprised if he did.
He hated it with every fiber of his being. The dream, the picture of the battered woman, the man in the background, searching through Alice's wallet to find more pictures. He was more disgusted with himself than anything though, doing something like that in order just to find a connection. But sure enough...there was one. Between Alice, the man, and the woman in the picture.
The hotel room was empty and silent, aside from the sounds of Sam dry heaving in the bathroom. The front door finally opened though and Dean and Alice stepped through, carrying bags of food and cups of coffee in their arms.
Dean cocked a brow when he didn't see Sam anywhere. "Sammy? Where you at? We got breakfast!" he called out, setting everything down on the counter beside the coffee.
Alice glanced around the room but her eyes immediately fixated on her wallet that was laying on the bed, her private picture no longer inside. "What the..." She walked over to her wallet and snatched it up along with the picture laying on the bed, making extra sure that it was hers. The fact that it was though is what angered her.
"What's that?" Dean asked, shuddering when he saw Alice's eyes slowly began to harden.
"Sam!" she snapped loudly, waiting as he sheepishly stepped out of the bathroom, face pale with fear. "The hell do you think you're doing looking through my things." Her voice was firm and deadly cold, causing Sam to flinch under her harshness.
"I'm sorry. I never would've done it if I wasn't worried." Sam tried to defend himself but couldn't come off strong enough to prove his point.
"Alice. Sweetheart, hold on." Dean patted Alice on the shoulder and tried to defuse the situation before a murder could take place. "We all know that he wouldn't do something like this unless he didn't have a choice. There had to be a good reason, ok?" He looked to his brother and eyed him. "You said you were worried, but why?" It seemed unlikely for anyone to be worried about Alice so this was starting to concern him too.
Sam stood absolutely still with Alice's eyes glaring at him with all the intensity of burning hellfire. Finally, he took a breath and opened up. "I think...something bad is going to happen to Alice." He saw their faces beginning to contort as the words settled deep within their minds.
"Come again?" Dean said in response. He wasn't sure if he heard Sam correctly so he looked to Alice for clarity, seeing a strike of horror and bewilderment across her face. He knew in that instant that his brother was serious, a cold chill like boney hands crawling up his spine one finger at a time.
Sam was still pale, even worse than before. There was hesitation up in his eyes that he purposely tried to avoid having Alice see. "Uh...it's just, um...something came up and...I think it has something to do with Alice," he gestured.
At first, she wasn't sure what he was talking about since the world seemed to slow down for her, or maybe it was her own mind. But she looked down at the photo once, eyes trailing to the mysterious man behind the woman. Alice gasped sharply as the pupils of her eyes dilated from deep suspicion. Her brain leaped and froze multiple times in a fraction of a second until nothing but silence came from her, confusion and alarm pushed up to her face for the first time in months.
"Man, that's a stretch if I ever saw one," Dean stated. "Are you sure about this? Why would you say something like that?"
"Look, just trust me on this okay?" Sam pleaded but it obviously wasn't going to work, knowing the stubbornness of his brother and friend.
"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give us a little more than that."
"I can't really explain."
"Does this have something to do with that nightmare you had last night?" Alice's oddly calm voice is what made everyone stop and look at her, seeing something lurking up within her cerulean gaze that was as endless as an ocean. The deeper you go the darker things tend to get, but that darkness was now beginning to scratch that the surface of those cold eyes. "You've been acting funky ever since."
Dean looked puzzled. "What did you say?"
Sam began to feel his face grow hot as nervousness crept up this throat when he saw no way around this anymore. "I have these nightmares...and sometimes they come true."
Dean and Alice blinked once and just stared at him, not sure how to respond to that. "What?" they said.
"Look... I dreamt about Jessica's death...days before it happened."
"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean insisted.
"Dean...I wanna think that but..." Sam marched over to the picture and pointed down at it, "I have never seen this man before and yet I have a dream about him? The exact same guy in this picture that just so happens to be in Alice's wallet?" As time grew, he was starting to become a bit more panicked by his own dream.
Alice's whole demeanor changed in a frightening amount of time, almost instant. Her face hardened up and a darkness captured her eyes that was greatly different from her usual firm gaze. There was no word right now to describe what she looked like. The term 'frightening' didn't even come close. A heavy chill? A darkened undertone? Either way, it looked like a totally different person had taken control of her body because they had never seen that look upon her face before. Not once.
Alice said absolutely nothing to the boys and acted like they weren't even there, breaking off from the conversation and walking over to the table that still had all her papers and things scattered on it. She searched through the monstrous stacks of paper before finally pulling out a map that had lines and patterns all over it. It was different from her other map that the brothers known to be full of potential hunts. This one was worn and old, signs that told them it was used on a daily bases with the sheer amount of marker smudges and scribbles on it. Some of the writing wasn't even Alice's handwriting. It looked like Aiden's.
Sam was shaken and a bit fidgety as he continued. "Before Jessica died...I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about Alice being in our old house back in Kansas? With that guy in the picture? He...he..." he gagged on his words and couldn't get it out in time before Alice ended the sentence for him, speaking deeply in a smooth and steady voice.
"He killed me, didn't he?" she said, totally unfazed by the news.
Those words were unique to Dean and his brain momentarily stuttered. "What?" He began to feel his chest clench with cold dread. Her tone wasn't right and those words placed together felt all wrong. So, very, very wrong. "All right, can everyone just slow down? I feel like I'm not in the conversation despite standing right here." He took a breath and felt his body shiver, breaking out into a cold sweat. "I mean, first, you tell me you've got the Shinning? Then you drop a bomb that Alice is gonna die, and you're saying I have to go back home? Especially when..." he choked and found himself unable to speak anymore.
Sam stared and pressed him for answers. "When what?"
He swallowed hard. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there." Dean forced his eyes away from everyone and turned around. He flinched though when he felt a hand glide from his back up to his shoulder, the sound of Alice's soothing voice humming gently in his ears.
"Dean, you...don't have the slightest idea who this guy is. I started this case a long time ago. I can't leave this alone and I can't pass it on to another Hunter either."
He never knew how sweet Alice's voice could sound when she really tried. It drew him in but not nearly close enough to comfort and cure his fear. He turned around to see her face and noticed not a single tinge of fear upon it. "You might die."
"I don't care. I'm gonna stop him one way or another," she said.
He could really see that there was no hesitation or concern for her own safety, just solid determination filling her eyes with hints of fury mixed in. It made him think that whoever this guy was must've been someone who got away during a hunt she was on. It was odd though because that sounded very unlike her, the woman who made double sure a hunt was finished before bailing, leaving no loose ends or potential for things to happen again.
Dean tried to collect himself. "Then do you mind elaborating on who the hell this guy is?" he asked and saw the subtle shift in Alice's eyes.
"He's a ghost. Something Aiden and I been trying to track down for years now," she stated and gestured over to her map that made a lot more sense, now that they knew what it was for. "Unfortunately, this dude doesn't play by the usual rules other spirits follow and can haunt any person, but he does have some kind of pattern."
"What's that?" Sam asked and stared down curiously at all the complicated note-taking, but only because Aiden had such awful handwriting.
"People with a lot of emotional baggage but with strong wills, but what's frightening is that it's usually..." she paused and her eyes drifted far away from reality, showing the first signs of hesitation, "...women and children."
Any kind of doubt or hesitation vanished from Dean's face in an instant. His jaw set and he looked over at Sam, clearly thinking the same thing. If Alice of all people was acting like this over a case, then it was clearly a lot more dangerous then they first assumed.
Dean didn't know how long it been since the last time he set foot in Lebanon, though he would believe nothing had changed in the 22 years he's been gone. All the lawns looked the same and the houses looked like they were frozen in a single frame of time. Untouched. Though the color may have switched during the time gap. Everything still looked errie to him though, especially now that he was parked outside his old childhood home that was now fully restored from the fires.
Alice peeked her head through the car window and accidentally made Dean jump when she did. She stared somewhat concerned at him, her blue eyes dimming under the gray skies. "You going to be alright?" she asked, arching a brow and stepping to the side.
Dean pushed open the Impala door with a loud squeak and shut it behind him. "You sure you should be asking me that?" he said uneasily. "You're the one that Sam predicts is gonna die."
She scoffed. "If I had a dollar every time someone said that to me...then I wouldn't be living penny by penny each freaking day." Alice used her own special brand of kindness and patted him hard on the back. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Come on," she said and strolled up to the door with the boys on each of her sides.
They knocked on the door and waited for a second before it opened. A young blonde woman stood in the doorway with a curious yet worried glint in her eyes. "Yes," she says to the three.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-" Dean began before Sam suddenly cut him off.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean, and our friend, Alice. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place," he explained in a single breath which made Alice cock a brow, confused at what he was getting at. She looked at him and saw a shocked look reflecting in his eyes.
"Winchester," the woman said to herself before her eyes suddenly brighten like she remembered something. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."
Dean blinked a couple of times. "You did?"
She nodded her head and stepped away from the door. "Come on in."
The boys stepped in first and Alice followed close behind them, a cold chill literally taking her breath away like eyes were being burned into her back. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she swore with all her remaining sanity that someone was going to grab her. The overwhelming sense of peril took control of her body and forced her head around. Alice was honestly expecting to see someone standing right behind her but all she saw was open air. She frowned and looked around for a split second but still saw nothing, not even hearing creaking footsteps.
Dean stood in the doorway of the kitchen and saw Alice still standing in the middle of the room. Her face was pale with a look of urgency. "Alice?" His voice actually made her flinch. "You alright, sweetheart?"
By the look on her face and body language alone, it was clear that she was everything but 'alright'. Still, she chose to lie, knowing that it wasn't going to stick. She mainly said it for her own sake of comfort. "Yeah," she said and hastily walked into the kitchen, Dean still casting her nervous stares.
He looked around the room and was half expecting to see something himself. He never did though.
The woman, Jenny was seemingly a single mother with two kids of her own. The oldest was her daughter that sat at the table doing homework, and her son that was inside a playpen, jumping around and demanding juice. His whole silly demeanor actually made Alice chuckle a bit and momentarily forget the spine-tingling danger she felt a second ago.
"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" The toddler chanted with the biggest goofy smile on his face that reminded her of her own brother.
"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." Jenny stated. She grabbed a sippy cup from the refrigerator and handed it to him. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She smiled as the child downed the drink like it was made of liquid sugar. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Alice. They used to live here."
Sari was quiet and her eyes were hesitant. "Hi," she said weakly.
Dean waved back.
Alice briefly looked around and finally noticed how empty the room looked, not even covered in memories or other people's possessions. "Did you just move in?"
"Yeah, from Wichita," Jenny said.
"You got family here?" Alice cocked a brow, seeing a shift in her eyes. It was small but noticeable enough.
"No. I just, uh….needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job –- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house." She smiled but the uneasy look on her face didn't disappear. She hesitated to talk but was still very vague about the details. Alice didn't need to hear the full story to know that she was recently widowed.
"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked.
"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here. But this place has its issues," she said and sparked their curiosity.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."
"Oh, that's too bad." Dean frowned and cast a glance at Alice. He was expecting her to look emotionally detached but that wasn't the case for her right now. There was something clearly disturbing her, uncertainty climbing up and begging to speak out. Alice was quiet though and Dean was getting more and more suspicious of what was wrong with her. "What else?"
"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." Jenny paused and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."
Dean smiled and shook his head. "No. Don't worry."
"Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Alice spoke up suddenly. She sounded like she was trying her best to keep calm but the boys picked up on the anxious strain in her voice.
"It's just the scratching, actually."
"And the pictures. Did you find the pictures in the basement too?"
Jenny was beginning to grow worried because Alice's eyes were starting to become tenser and tenser until they were narrowing into a glare. "Yes."
Sari suddenly stopped doing her homework. "Mom?" she said and leaned in close to whisper. "Ask them about those things."
"What, Sari?" Sam asked, a bit more insistent.
Fright began to bubble up in her voice and eyes, as well as Alice's. "The thing in my closet and the man who tries to get into my room."
Alice froze as the world closed in on itself. Her ears vibrated and her body tightened up, fingers curling up into a fist as this feeling of unknown and peril rushed all the way to her bones. Coldness seized her skin and every nerve in her body became numb. Her feet were glued to the floor as a sensation of wickedness cast over her whole entire being. Alice forgot the breathe when she opened her mouth, only to gasp for air.
There was more than one spirit in the house?
"Oh, no, baby, there's no one else inside, okay?" Jenny urged her frightened child and looked up to the gang. "Right?"
"Right. No, no, of course not," Sam stuttered out
"I wasn't dreaming," Sari begged and suddenly directed her quivering eyes towards Alice. "There's always an angry man wandering the halls and trying to get into my room, but then he leaves when something comes out of my closet. It was on fire." She stared and extra long time at her, more specifically her eyes and the way they were shaped. They felt and looked familiar when they were narrowed and glaring like that.
The shadows on the wall seemed to move by themselves as the air felt heavy and cold. Alice tightened her jaw as the hardened looked on her face quickly covered up the panic that was brewing just beneath the surface.
"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam exclaimed while following Alice and Dean out of the house, his face flushed with a bright and panicked red. He was already worried about the spirit Alice was hunting down, but just the fact that something else was inside their old home threw him for a loop, mainly the point that it was on fire.
"Shh. Keep your voice down." Alice pushed the boys in front of her and stared back at the house. Nothing had changed and she still felt chills all over her body despite not being inside anymore. She didn't need to be overly sensitive to the paranormal to feel the malice and rage that hung heavily in the air like a toxic gas, but she was also given the sinking suspicion that it felt worse for her than it did for the boys. Even now, she can still feel evil eyes on her.
"That woman, Jenny, was she in your dreams?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. She was the same woman that Alice was trying to get outside before...you know." Sam looked back at Alice and saw her eyes swirling with many different types of emotions. He felt his stomach shift around and was generally frightened to look away, feeling that she'll be suddenly dragged back inside the house to never be seen or heard from again.
"Hell, I knew this was bad but somehow it went from 0 to 100 in a fraction of a second." Alice shrugged and crossed the streets over to her bike and Impala.
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that Sam's weirdo visions are comin' true," Dean says.
"Yeah, same here."
"Well, forget about that for a minute." Sam suddenly shot back and made them stop. "The other thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"
Alice cocked a brow and actually had to put her hand up to stop Sam and his tirade of theories. "Sam, that's a bit of a stretch if you ask me." It's not like she wasn't concerned about this new spirit, but suddenly jumping to the conclusion that it was the same one was far too much for her. "If it was then why the hell would it still be there after all these years?"
"Well, I mean, maybe it left then came back?"
"Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet." Dean cut in before an argument could really brake out. "Hell, we got bigger problems with Alice's angry-ass spirit pacing the halls at night right outside a kid's door."
"Then we have to get 'em out of that house."
"And we will."
"No, I mean now." Sam insisted and got the strangest look from Alice.
"Christ all mighty, Sam. Calm down. There is no way she's gonna believe anything we tell her." Speaking from experience, telling the truth will always, always be the last thing she would do.
"Then what are we supposed to do? Alice, you're in danger just by being here!"
"Did you not freaking hear me? I said CALM DOWN!" Alice's voice was solid and ricocheted off the whole neighborhood, though it did silence Sam for good this time. She took a breath and ran her hand up to her bangs, clenching them hard and trying to calm herself.
It was just now starting to dawn on them but Alice seemed a bit more stressed than usual. Like something was itching in the back of her mind and was making her react differently to things, despite having to have done it over a million times. Needless to say, they've gotten used to Alice's calm way of handling jobs like these, but this case though, the spirit she was particularly hunting was putting her on edge when it shouldn't be.
Dean felt like he had to snap his fingers at least three times for him to finally grasp ahold of Alice's attention that was floating else where. "Hey. Hey! Alice." He stopped when she finally looked up. "You got that picture on you? The one with the spirit in the background."
Alice blinked a couple of times and was honestly a little frazzled about how much she was spacing out. "Ah, uh, yeah. Hold on." She reached for her bag and fumbled through it for a second, grasping a hold of the picture and handing it to Dean without really properly looking.
There was an obvious intensity that was lingering around the air but it was mainly having an effect on Alice. Ever since they crossed over to Kansas, Dean noticed that she hasn't been all there, like something else was pressing against her mind. Perhaps it was the fact that this was a case she and Aiden worked on, or that the spirit must've gotten away, which is why she's aggravated.
He shrugged to himself and leaned against the Impala, parked beside the gas station and its pumps. He looked down at the woman for a brief moment before directing his eyes to the spirit lingering over her right shoulder. He definitely was a tall sort of man who had a decent and muscular build. His ink-black hair blended in well with the shadows and his sharp eyes showed intense anger like it was a natural setting for him to be in. Something didn't sit right with his appearance though and honestly...he looked oddly familiar.
"So we're just gonna treat this like a normal job right?" Sam asked and grabbed their attention.
Alice frowned and slowly closed up her bag. "I guess. I don't know much about my spirit, but the closet one does concern me. We'll try and dig into the history of your old home for the time being." she figured and glanced over. "Dean. Anything you remember?"
"About that night, you mean?" he asked, looking up from the picture.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." He paused as bitter memories flooded back into his head. "And then I carried you out the front door."
Sam's face shifted a little, slight shock coming to his features. "You did?"
"Yeah, what, you never knew that?" Even Dean was a little surprised by that, though it never occurred to him until that second.
"No," Sam answered in a nostalgic tone.
"Well...you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." Dean finished his brief explanation, which was only a small struggle to make sure his voice didn't crack.
"And he never had a theory about what did it?"
"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times."
"Okay." Sam took a breath and leaned his back against the car. "So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing."
"Yeah, along with Alice's mystery...man?" Dean's words dragged on when he crinkled the picture and actually found an extra one in his hand. He figured Alice must've done it by accident when she wasn't paying attention.
The new picture was that of a couple smiling in the frame.
The woman was pale and had these sharply stunning blue eyes that shimmered like diamonds in an ocean, and pitch-black hair that was pixie cut and slick back. There weren't many similarities in the face but there was no mistaking those eyes. Dean figured out in an instant that this woman was Alice's mother. Charlotte Cromwell, if he recalled.
It was from Alice's father that she and her brother got most of their looks from. He had a ruggedly handsome exterior that was actually very soft looking in his smile, a crooked grin that was equal to Aiden's. Long brown hair that was just now starting to gray, and these sharp brown eyes that were very soft and gentle looking. It made Dean doubletake though, looking back at the mysterious spirit in the other photo. The striking similarities between the two were almost astonishing, down to the eye shape, face, and lips. Everything was nearly identical.
"Alice?" Dean called out as a thought began to circle through his head. He slowly began to connect the pieces together and the information that Alice neglected to tell them about. "You're not hiding something from us about this guy, right?" He was a bit hopeful that he was just overreacting and thinking too much into this but nothing was sitting right with him and he can't take shake the feeling that she wasn't telling truth.
Alice cocked a brow and picked her head up, a genuine look of surprise falling to her face, which gave him a bit of hope. "What? No."
His fate in her soon dwindled to absolutely nothing though when her eyes fell down to his hand and saw her family picture that was in his possession. It then occurred to her that she messed up and wasn't thinking straight.
Dean's face fell and he clenched his jaw. She always joked that she was a compulsive liar but...he never thought it was true until now. "These two are your parents. I can see that easily, but doesn't your dad look an awful lot like the spirit we're trying to stop?" he pointed out and turned the pictures around for them to see.
"What?" Sam said, eyes growing wide with confusion. He walked over to his brother and stared down at the pictures, looking between them and Alice, now starting to see the uncanny resemblance between the three of them. Sam began to feel his heart strain and ache. "Alice...who is this guy?"
Alice's face began to break and drain of color, filling with this new kind of dread that they have never seen her wear before. There was fear in her eyes but not the type of soul-draining fear they were thinking. She was scared of the fact that they knew and was slowly growing upset. Her lips trembled and she tore her eyes away from them.
At first, Dean was upset but that now became void. He was starting to get worried. "Alice," he spoke a bit more calmly but also trying to process through his head on why she would lie to them. He would like to let it go since it was bothering her this much, but seeing how much was at risk, he doesn't see himself doing that. "Just tell us who this guy is. That's all."
Alice opened her mouth like she was going to speak, though no words fell. She sighed deeply and looked frustrated. Above everything, this was one thing she wanted to avoid doing, have them figure it out. "He... It's not my dad if that's what you're saying." She was surprised by her voice cracking along with her hands trembling. Alice looked at the boys and couldn't see them clearly with her blurring eyes. "But he is...still blood."
Dean shifted his eyes firmly on her and saw the defeat crawl to her face. "Then who is it?
Alice rubbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve and could finally see the boys. She was surprised to see that they weren't angry, just concerned for her. "It's my grandad. A man by the name of...Jefferson Cromwell."
Author's Note:
Welcome to the Quarantine Corner with Kae Aleah, your friendly writer who's hating this freaking outbreak more than anyone, especially since I work in a store stocker. Well, we all have nothing better do to at home so I hope you enjoy the extra special chapter. I wanna give you a bit more history in Alice's family so I thought it would be an interesting way of going about his episode.
Anyway. I'm tired as hell right now and I'm ready to go to bed. So wash your hands, STAY INSIDE YOUR HOUSE, and let me know what you think about this chapter.
Next week, I'll be covering Reanimation Gospel (Walking Dead)!