Chapter 6 : I'm Coming Home

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A/N: Hey all! Sorry that it's been awhile for a new chapter. It's been the start of college football at our house which means time has been filled with practices, meetings, games and me editing game day pictures. So it's a bit hectic and as a result, I won't be able to update every week like I would like to. This chapter is going to skip over a few episodes of the first season and takes place during episode 8 and 9. But before we get to the new chapter, I do need to give a quick shout out to DriaLightwood: Thank you for the review! I was having a rough day after receiving some tough news and seeing your review was a nice pick me up. :)


Alison's POV

I have about 217 miles left to go before I'm back home. I'm driving as fast as I can, after I left the boys back in Colorado I just knew I needed to see dad. Maybe it was the way the Collins family went through hell, maybe I'm just ready to finally go home. I turn on the radio as I pass a sign for Burke and I start singing along to radio.

'I spent twenty years trying to get out of this place, I was looking for something I couldn't replace, I was running away from the only thing I've ever known. Like a blind dog without a bone, I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone'

The minutes are just ticking by. I haven't seen dad in years, haven't spoken to him in months. I'm going to get an earful when he sees me if he's even there. I'll never forget the day that I got my acceptance letter, Dad was so proud of me getting into college. If Dad hadn't pushed me to apply to colleges, I would have probably still be sitting around Sioux Falls working at the crappy diner down the street from the Sherriff's station.

I keep driving down the long stretch of highway for a few more hours until I see the old banged up sign welcoming me back to Sioux Falls. It's close to sunset as I turn off the main drag and head up the dirt road to salvage yard. As I drive past the Singer Salvage sign and up to the house, I see Rumsfeld standing up on the porch. I turn off the ignition and barely get out of the car when he comes running over to me, barking his butt off.

"Hey Rummy, how's my boy?" I bent down and scratched him behind the ears. "Come on buddy, let's go see Dad." Rumsfeld follows me up the steps and I take a breath before knocking on the front door. The door opens and I smile at the sight of my dad, though he's looking a little more rough around the edges.

"Alison?"

"Hi Daddy." I barely get the words out before I'm getting a face full of Holy Water. "I'm not a demon, now can I come in?"

"Better safe than sorry." Dad moves out of the way and I walked in heading for the kitchen. There's empty beer bottles lying around, with a fifth of whiskey sitting on the table by the phones. I sighed and went to the fridge to grab a beer.

"So what are you doing home Alison?" I take a swig and shrugged. "Don't you lie to me. You're supposed to be finishing up school." Rumsfeld curls up at my feet when I join dad at the table.

"Dean showed up at my apartment. John's missing... Well that's at least what he wants the boys to think." His mouth formed a tight line as he looked at me to continue. "Well Sam, Dean and I went to Jericho to try and find John. Worked a case, I went back to my apartment when we wrapped it up. I was on my way here when I got a message from Dean. Sam's girlfriend died...Looks like it's the same thing that killed Mary."

"Well I get that you worked a case to find John. What I don't get is why you said John wants the boys to think he's missing." I filled him in on the rest and waited for the shit to hit the fan. Dad hasn't really been a big fan of John since I left for college and he definitely doesn't look to happy about me lying to the boys for him.

"Alison Jamie Singer! You damn well better have an explanation as to why you're in cahoots with that idjit!" He slammed his empty glass of whiskey down on the table. Rumsfeld got up and stood beside me staring Dad down. "Dad, what am I supposed to do?! He's trying to protect the boys from whatever this thing is. You would do the exact same thing if you were in his shoes and don't you deny it." I got up from the table and walked across the room to him. I looked into his blue eyes they were a mix of exhaustion and anger.

"Daddy, are you mad at me?" I asked him quietly. He stood up and pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head like he would do when I was a kid. "I'm not mad at you, my little princess. I'm just angry that John pulled you into this mess." Rumsfeld started nudging us apart and I started to laugh. "What Rummy? Are you jealous and need some loving?" For a big Rottweiler he was definitely such a cuddle bug. I scratched his head "Do you know anything about this thing John's hunting?"

"If it has anything to do with all the omens that have been popping up lately. It's not going to be easy to kill." Dad had walked into the living room which has apparently turned into hunting headquarters. I followed him over to the desk, where he pulled out a map that was all marked up.

"What is all this? Demon sightings?"

"Alison, normally there's one or two sightings a year. So far this year we've had close to thirty." He took off his ball cap and wiped his brow. "Whatever John is after is big. There's a war coming and we're all smack dab in the middle of it." I tuck some hair behind my ear and study the map in front of me.

"They're all over the place. What the hell are you hunting John?" I whispered, chewing my lip. I felt my phone start buzzing in my pocket and one of the phones ring in the kitchen. Dad starts heading to the kitchen muttering about idjits getting caught. I answer my phone not checking the caller id.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ali. Did you get to Bobby's alright?" I smiled, leave it to Dean to check to make sure I got home okay.

"I'm still in one piece if that's what you're worried about." He chuckled and I could hear Sam mumbling in the background. "So what's going on Dean?"

"What a guy can't call his favourite girl out of the blue?" I start laughing and Dad pokes his head out of the kitchen.

"Dean, first I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl who's on speaking terms with you. " He totally knows I'm right. "Secondly, you never call unless you need something."

"Alright you got me..." Dean proceeded to catch me up on the case. Apparently they decided to create a suburb on top of cursed native land. Best part is there's an insane bug infestation that now the guys need to save some family from.

"Dean, how much time do you have left before this curse plays out?" I started pacing, looked down and saw that Rumsfeld was watching me with his head doing this tilt thing.

"It's going on midnight now, so a few hours. Sam says the curse breaks at sunrise." Dean mumbled and I could tell he's frustrated and probably ready to tell the family that there's a gas leak. Like that ever worked for us. "Well all you can do is keep that family safe until dawn. Maybe get in their house and make sure everything is sealed." I sighed, "I'm sorry Dean, that's all I got. Be safe, okay?"

"Thanks Short Stack. When aren't we safe?" I laughed and hung up with Dean. I walked over to my dad in the kitchen, he had just finished up being Assistant Director of the FBI.

"Well, what did those idjits get themselves into now?" Dad smiled at me, he knows exactly what kind of messes they get into. Especially since the three of us probably gave him a few heart attacks while we were growing up, with the messes we'd get in.

"Oh you know, just the typical cursed native burial ground thing." I smirked and plopped down in the chair suddenly feeling the sleep deprivation kicking in. Dad chuckled and then got up, patting me on the shoulder.

"Why don't you grab your bag from the car and head up to bed. You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"Gee Dad, way to make a girl feel good about herself." I said sarcastically and got up grabbing my keys out of my pocket. I heard him mumble something about women and he shuffled back to the living room. I ran out to the Mustang, grabbed my duffle bag out of the front seat and headed back inside. In the few minutes that I was outside, Dad had managed to fall asleep in his recliner in front of the TV. I covered him with a blanket and headed up the stairs to my room.

I opened my bedroom door and smiled. This was my little piece of paradise, my perfect little farmhouse chic room. I tossed my bag on the floor and fell back onto my queen sized bed. Oh how I missed this bed! I looked around and saw that everything was just where I left it. Yawning, I quickly changed into sweats and a t-shirt. I barely made it under the covers before Rummy came running in and jumped up to hog half the bed for himself.

*Dreaming*

I wake up and walk down the stairs, stretching as I make my way to the kitchen. I can smell coffee brewing and pancakes being made. As I walk into the kitchen I see dad pouring himself a cup of coffee and mom is flipping pancakes. Dad turns around handing me a cup of coffee. "Good morning sweetheart. How'd you sleep?" I take a sip of the warm coffee and sit down at the table.

"Hey dad. Morning momma. I slept okay, Rummy hogged most of the bed as usual." Mom brings me a plate of pancakes and kissed the top of my head.

"Now Ali, you know you could always make him sleep on the floor." She laughed and gave dad a plate of food too and sat down with us. We start eating breakfast and enjoy catching up, talking about what our plans are for the day. Suddenly I can hear eerie sounds coming from the radio and notice that the lights are starting to flicker.

I get up and walk over to the radio then I heard chairs scrapping the floor. Mom has a gun in her hand pointing it at dad. "Momma what are you doing?! Put the gun down!" Dad yelled to me to run as mom turned her head to look at me.

"Now why would I put the gun down, when I can just kill the person you love most?" Her eyes flicked white as she fired the gun. I started screaming and ran over to Dad, cradling his head as he lay on the floor bleeding out.

"No Daddy, you can't die. I need you to hang on. Please Daddy."

I woke up with a start with tears pouring down my face. I wiped the tears from my face and looked at the clock it read '6:05am'. Rumsfeld nuzzled my cheek, I try to gather my thoughts before getting up. Why did the nightmares have to start up again? Every time I'm either getting tortured by the white eyed demon or she kills dad in front of me. What's so special about me that she wants me dead or defeated so badly? I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to take a quick shower before heading downstairs for breakfast.

By the time I got out of the shower it was just after seven. I throw on jeans, my favourite pair of black ankle boots and my grey knitted sweater. I grabbed my phone of off my nightstand and start dialing Dean's number from memory as I walk downstairs to the kitchen. It rings twice before I hear Dean's sleep riddled voice. "Hello?" I chuckle lightly as I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning sunshine. I'm glad to hear you survived the bugs."

"Ali? What time.. Damn it Ali, I only just fell asleep." I rolled my eyes and began making breakfast.

"Dean, there's no need to be a drama queen. I just wanted to make sure you boys were alive." Dad walks into the kitchen and I pointed to the fresh pot of coffee before he could he ask.

"We're fine just tired as all hell. Can I go back to sleep now? Sammy isn't even awake yet and that kid doesn't sleep anymore."

"Sure thing Princess." I smirked "Just give me a shout if you get a case in our neck of the woods." I hung up after Dean agreed and cussed at me some more. I grabbed some plates, scooped some eggs, bacon and hash browns and passed Dad a plate before sitting down at the table with him.

"So you going to tell me what's going on with you?" I avoided Dad's gaze and put a forkful of food in my mouth. "Alison, stuffing your face so you can't talk didn't work when you were ten and it sure as Hell ain't going to work now." He grumbled.

"It's nothing Dad. I'm fine, just had a nightmare last night." His gaze softened and sighed. "Was it about your mom?" I nodded and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured some into my coffee. "You got it right on the nose. I just don't see why the nightmares started up again. It's almost every night Dad."

"When did they start up again?" He finished up eating and put his plate in the sink before making his way to his desk of chaos. I cleaned up and followed him into the chaos. "About six months ago. Actually May 2 to be exact, Sammy's birthday." Dad started mumbling to himself, checking his journal and notes.

"Alison, that's when multiple demon sightings started popping up. " I froze and almost dropped my coffee. "Wait does that mean whatever John is hunting is somehow tied to me?" Dad walked around the side of his desk and pulled me into a hug.

"I don't know baby girl. I don't know. Whatever it is we're going to make sure you're safe."


AN: So what did you think? Next chapter is going to take place during episode 9 of the first season and may contain someone from Alison's not so far past. If you have any suggestions or positive criticism feel free to let me know. Please read and review!