Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural at all. I swear. A/N: I'm glad everyone likes my story! It makes me very happy that people actually read it and take the time to review!

Everyone crashed at Bobby's place after we figured out what was going on and what we needed to do. I knew that Oliver was the one who could get through the Devil's Trap and let the Demon in, since he was only half-blooded demon. I knew he'd carry out the task now, since he was totally under his father's control. We had made plans to leave for Wyoming the next day.

It was seven in the morning. I hadn't been able to sleep at all, despite how unbelievably exhausted I was. I was too preoccupied; too worried about the upcoming events and confrontations. Whatever was going to happen next, it was going to be big. And it would take all of us to battle it. I would possibly have to aid in killing the Demon by implementing my own powers, which I still wasn't too thrilled about.

I got up from the fold-out couch that I had spent the last few hours tossing and turning on, and ventured into the living room, padding around in bare feet. I was careful not to wake anyone. I walked over to the bookshelf—only containing a small portion of Bobby's collection—and scanned the old books. One in particular caught my eye; it didn't have a title running along the spine. It was red with gold accents, and larger than the rest of the books surrounding it. I pulled out carefully, blowing the dust off the cover. A whole cloud of dust flew into the air, and I waved my hand, trying to push the particles away. I discovered that the book was unmarked, but with some investigation, I concluded that it was a photo album. Curious, I settled myself Indian-style into a chair, setting the large album in my lap.

The first picture was of Grandpa John and Grandma Mary. They were standing in front of Dad and Sammy's childhood home; Grandpa John had his arm around Grandma Mary, and they were both smiling. I smiled in spite of it, slightly saddened at the fact that I had never met either one of them. There were a couple of pictures of just the two of them following that one, then I saw a picture of my grandparents with my Dad when he was a baby. The next picture after that was of my grandparents with a baby Sammy and my dad, who looked about three. It must've been before the fire, because all of the photos following that one were just of Grandpa John, Dad, and Sam, probably in between various hunts. There were also several pictures with Grandpa John and Bobby, and some of Bobby and my dad and Sam.

The picture after that set of photos was of Grandpa John and another man whom I did not recognize.

"That's your granddaddy, William Anthony Harvelle," Ellen's voice came softly from behind me, scaring me a bit. I looked up at her; she was standing behind me, glancing over my shoulder at the photos. "He died when your mother was just a child."

"Grandpa John knew him?" I asked.

"We'd known him for a long time," Ellen replied. "Since we were all in the same line of work."

I flipped through the next few pages, as Ellen and I glanced at the pictures of my mother, father, and uncle. There was one of my parents on their wedding day and a couple of them when they went on hunts together. The next set included me. There was one of me and my parents at the hospital after I was just born, and a few others from when I was an infant, before my mother's death. There was some of me throughout my childhood, like for instance, a picture of Ash and me from when I was five; I was sitting on his shoulders as he stood in the middle of the Roadhouse. The final picture was my favorite; it was the perfect way to end the photo album. I had my own copy of this particular photo that sat on my bedside table at home. I had found it in my dad's dresser and stole it when I was twelve. I've had it ever since.

We were all crowded around Dad's Impala. Dad was leaning against the hood, next to my mother, who was sitting on the hood with me in her arms. I was about two months old in the picture, according to Dad. Sam was on the other side of my mom and I, with Missouri standing beside him, and Bobby was standing next to Dad. Ellen was next to Missouri, and Ash was standing beside Bobby, making the rocker symbol with his hand. I always loved that picture. That was my family; it's probably the most dysfunctional family you've ever heard of, but it's my normal.

Ellen smiled and took the photo album from me, setting it gently back on the bookshelf. I stretched my tired muscles and got up from the chair. Ellen observed me accusingly.

"Have you slept at all, Sweet Pea?" she wanted to know. She crossed her arms over he chest and threw me a warning glance.

"Not really," I answered, trying to stifle a yawn. "I'll just sleep in the car on the way there."

And sleep I did. Well, not until after I helped Dad load his guns, and put all of the gear into the trunk of the Impala. Then, Ellen and Bobby went in Bobby's truck, and three of us Winchesters rode in the Impala, obviously. I settled myself in the backseat, resting my head against the windowpane. With the gentle motion of the car, and the soft hum of music coming from the radio, I was out like a light in a matter of minutes.

"Alyx." A somewhat raspy, male voice called. I opened my eyes to discover a middle-aged man with graying, brown hair and a receding hairline sitting casually next to me in the backseat of the Impala. I had seen this man before. Shocked, I sat up sharply, noticing that Dad and Sam were carrying on a conversation in the front seat, as if nothing was wrong. But something was terribly, terribly wrong with this scenario.

"Dad? Sammy?" I asked frantically, poking my head in between the front seats. Neither of them answered me. It was if I wasn't there at all. The man sitting beside me laughed, his eyes flashing a frightening yellow. I stared at him in horror.

"They can't hear you," He declared. 'No duh, I kind of figured that one out by myself.' I thought angrily. I realized that I was still sleeping, and that this was just a dream, although it felt incredibly real. "You're stuck with me." Oh, how nice. Just what I've always wanted…to be trapped in my dreams with a psychotic demon.

"You." I said, venom lacing my words, "How the hell did you get here?" This wasn't supposed be happening. I wasn't ready to confront him yet…not now…

"I have my ways."

"Well, I guess you're here to get me to join you, right? You're still going to hound me about that after I specifically said 'no'? You demons just don't give up, do you?" I questioned, not believing that I was actually conversing with our enemy.

"I'm giving you the choice now, Alyx. Think about it. Your destiny—"

"My destiny doesn't include teaming up with you, ever. So lay off and let me wake up."

He just laughed. Can you believe that? He laughed. And I found that quite creepy…

General POV

Sam and Dean were sitting in the front seats of the Impala; Sam was reading over the map while Dean kept his eyes on the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. All was quiet; nothing but the sound of the engine purring, and the music filled their ears. Alyx was asleep in the back…until Sam heard her mumbling in her sleep, tossing somewhat violently, gripped in the midst of what he guessed to be a nightmare.

"No…Sam…Dad…help…please…wake me up!" she shouted, her eyes still closed. She clawed at the fabric of the seats, thrashing about. "Stop…please…no…" This time, both Winchester brothers glanced back, worried. Sam threw the map aside, and jumped into the back, kneeling on the floor of the car. He grabbed Alyx's shoulders and held her in place.

"Ally, wake up." he called, watching as she fidgeted less under his hold, beads of sweat dripping down her face. She didn't open her eyes, though. "Alyx, come on, wake up." Sam shook his niece gently, in hopes that it would release her from her dreams. "Wake up, sweetheart, come on…" Alyx's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up sharply, her eyes darting everywhere.

"Sammy…" She flung herself into his arms, sobbing, as he tried to comfort her by rubbing her back. She was shaking, scared out of her mind by what the Demon had shown her. He had threatened to kill her remaining family members if she didn't give in and join him. He had also proved his point by showing her images of how Sam, Dean, Ellen, Bobby, and Missouri would die. She explained this all to her father and uncle through the crying.

The three of them vowed, in that moment, that this would end when they got to Wyoming. They promised, as a family, to finally finish what John Winchester had started years and years ago. Their final battle was coming, and they were ready to fight it. Together.