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There is a small inner monologue that Alice has with herself and her retorts to the pessimistic voice will be in bold.

Without further ado, Chapter 3 (: ENJOY!

Dean's POV

"Alice!"

The whole wall shuddered as the door slammed shut behind him. Dean was trying desperately to keep it together, to hold back that rage he felt brewing in his stomach that caused him to lash out, and his fists to clench and unclench at his sides. So far, it wasn't going so well.

The echoes of his booted feet hitting the hard would floor sounded menacing and as he came to the arch way that lead into the living room he could see Sam, holding the boys behind him. Sam's panicked eyes looked at him confusion slowly taking its place.

Dean didn't have time to explain anything to him so he dug in his pockets for the keys to the Pinto they'd stolen last night and tossed them to him.

"I need you to take the boys and get them out of here."

"Dean-"

"Now Sam!"

He could see that Sam still wanted to fight him; his jaws tightening as he quickly lifted up the boys and made his way towards the front door.

"Don't think for a second that when we meet up later you aren't gonna tell me what's going on," Sam snapped as he walked past him.

Dean waited until he heard the front door slam before he started his descent towards the back of the house. He swung open every door he passed by, checking the closets, and all the small spaces between. He knew where she was going to be most likely but he couldn't risk her being somewhere else and he just completely overlooked her.

What the hell was he doing?

Searching his own house, for his wife, to interrogate her on what she was trying to hide from him; trying to hide it all from him and was doing a piss poor job of it. Suddenly, her tired eyes began to make more sense. How long had she been keeping this from him? Had the demon been here before?

The worst question that came to his mind made his body grow violently ill, causing him to stumble into the wall, his legs wanting to give out from under him. The pain; the betrayal was too much. His heart had been through enough loss to know the difference but all at once, at just that thought; words couldn't describe the agony that racked through his body.

He couldn't let himself believe that the mother of his sons and the woman that he loved, more than anything, would ever make a deal with a demon for whatever reason. She, better than anyone, should've understood the consequences.

Pushing himself off of the wall he dropped the arm that had gone up to guard his stomach and almost sprinted the rest of the way to their bedroom.

He wanted to kick down the damn door; he wanted answers. He swung it open, this time brutally, as he entered their room with his eyes wildly searching for her. Dean didn't have to look far because there Alice was before him, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him but through him.

Alice's eyes were puffy and red; her whole body shaking as she inhaled a breath and when she exhaled, that too, came out just as shaky.

Seeing her like this instantly made Dean's anger begin to fade as he moved towards her, dropping down on one knee in front of her.

This didn't look like a woman who had been in cahoots with a demon and he felt ashamed that he would even think she would even do such a thing.

This is Alice we're talking about here, he thought. My Alice…

"Alice."

His voice sounded harsh so he cleared his throat and tried again.

"Alice, baby, you're okay," he said.

He tried to make his voice soothing as he ran his hands up her arms. She at least was looking at him now so that was progress.

"Alice, I need you to tell me what a demon was doing just now outside our house."

The anger that he had been able to push down seemed to rise back up as the words left his mouth. But he wasn't exactly mad at her. It wasn't her fault that a freaking demon had shown up at their house. He was fucking Dean Winchester. Every monster in the world had a reason to want him dead or to want him in a lot of pain. He'd made it easier for them now, given them more chances to break him. He'd started a family and like an idiot didn't think of the repercussions of what that could mean.

Guilt started to eat away at him. He didn't need to break down now either. He needed to be strong for them so he could keep his family safe so instead of wallowing in his grief and guilt, he quickly turned it all into rage, and it was easily done. Dean was a pro at it he'd been doing it for so long.

She gave him a strange look; her head cocking slowly to the side.

"How did you-"she sobbed out unable to finish as she choked back on a sob.

"It left behind sulfuric residue, Alice. How do you think I know?" Her face tensed up like he'd hit her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shook her lightly as the words crawled through his teeth. Dean's heart was pounding as he searched her face wildly as if it would magically just produce all the answers he needed.

"I was going to tell you Dean. I was just a little shook up."

"You're lying! You weren't going to tell me! Fuck, if I hadn't of noticed the damn sulfur in the grass you would have never told me."

All that rage he'd felt earlier had suddenly manifested as the words left his mouth because he knew they were true.

"That's not true!" she shouted back, defensive. "I would have told you-"

"When were you ever going to tell me, huh? When it was convenient for you? Goddamn it Alice, it's my job to protect you and our boys; Alice, what about our boys?"

He had started pacing the floor in front of her like a madman and in a blur his fist connected with the dry wall. Dean didn't have to pull it out to know that his knuckles were bleeding; he could feel it pouring freely from the cuts it had created in his hands.

This was his family. He loved them more than he thought he could ever possibly love anyone besides his brother. He had somehow been able to incorporate and create this life he had always wanted. He'd found a woman who loved and supported him unconditionally and given him two sons, two beautiful, amazing, boys.

When he had held them for the first time he had thought his heart was going to burst. He'd wept openly in front of the doctors and nurses unable to give either of his boys back to them even though he knew he would see them both again in less than hour; he just couldn't let them go.

And she was just going to put their kids in danger all because she didn't want to tell him about the demon. He couldn't understand why she acted so ashamed about it; like she had to keep it like a dirty secret.

When he felt the presence of her hand grip his shoulder he pulled his hand free from the wall and stepped far out of reach from her; bending his shoulder out from under her hand like it burned like acid. Her face grew pale as she retracted her hand away from him; swallowing hard as she tried to say something to him but he brushed it off before she could even try.

"Pack a bag because we're leaving. I'll get the boys things."

Each word felt like it had to be forced from his lips. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her as he grabbed his empty duffel he'd left on dresser.

"Dean-"her feeble voice began.

Just like before he cut her off but this time Dean did look at her, shooting a venomous look that stopped her cold.

"I said get your stuff. We leave in 5."

He didn't wait to see if she would do as he asked. He just grabbed the duffel and headed back out the door towards the boys bedroom leaving her behind to do as he ordered.

Alice's POV

The boys were playing loudly on the far side of the bed. Their dinosaurs and cars slamming into each other on the edge of the bed; Colton using the corner like a giant chasm letting his cars fall to its doom. Neither of them was freaked out at what had just taken place nor had they asked questions. Granted this sort of thing didn't happen often to them but it happened enough. They moved around a lot and staying in motels was normal for them, in a sense.

Alice watched, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, as Colton went into a frenzy as he started to tell Wyatt why the raptor was better than the tyrannosaurus Rex; Rex being Toothy for short.

Turning back to the table her eyes locked with Dean's. He was at least looking at her now which, should've been a plus, but it wasn't. He still looked at her like he hated her and for the first time in their time together; they didn't talk or look at each other. Alice had stolen glances over at him every so often during silent car ride to the motel but Dean had continued to stare at the road ahead. The only indication of what he was feeling showing in the whites of his knuckles and the slight tick in his jaw when she had said anything.

"So what's the game plan here?"

Sam's strained voice brought her back to the present. He wouldn't really look at her either and when he did Alice could see that he held her responsible for this mess. Sam tried to fight it; giving her random half-hearted smiles that only made it worse.

Alice wanted to tell him to stop trying, that his eyes blamed her whether his words wanted to or not, but once Dean had informed him of what he knew so far she knew everything was different.

Now the boys' both sat closer to one another. Each of them trying not to make it obvious that they were singling her out but their body language betrayed them. Just like it always did.

"Well, Sam, we would be able to make a more effective plan if Alice would tell us what she knows."

The last words left Dean's mouth tight and it wasn't from the harsh taste of the scotch he'd just downed. He looked up at Alice swirling what was left in his cup.

She didn't understand what she was supposed to say. The truth was out; completely out. Looking at Dean now, she knew more than anything, that if she told him the truth about who she truly was, he would kill her. The thought alone felt like God himself had reached down and crushed her heart; the pain being indescribable.

A lie; she would tell them a lie. Just another one to add to the long list she'd already made…

"Crowley," she started shakily, "He sent a demon to the house to tell me that they'd found us. Told me to tell you that if you boys fail in taking down Dick, he'll make you pay by hurting the boys."

"But not you?" Sam asked.

Sam's brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked at her. Dean looked like he was turning green. Alice just shook her head.

"He told me that I would get the pleasure of watching first…said it'd be funnier that way."

In a way Alice knew that this didn't sound like a stretch, especially for Crowley. He was a demon, demon's loved doing horrible things, and it was the only thing worth living for if you were a demon. That and wreaking havoc was like a very close first.

What does that say about you? The voice inside her countered.

I'm not like that anymore. I've changed.

Or is that what you think? You are still a demon no matter what you try and become. No matter how many of your brothers and sisters you kill.

They are not my brothers and sisters! They are not my family! Family doesn't try and stab one another in the back just so daddy will find favor with them.

But he wasn't your daddy…he was your lover. He loved you-

The only person or thing that man ever loved was himself! It doesn't matter now I found real love, TRUE love, and no matter what you say it is real to me and that is all that matters.

The boys were talking amongst themselves, neither of them moving to include her. Dean- Dean still looked green; green and angry. Alice snorted as the Incredible Hulk came into mind but quickly shut it down.

Do you honestly think he'll still love you when he finds out the truth about you? He doesn't really love you; not like you think you love him. He is only in love with the girl you created and the body you stole. Dean Winchester would never love you.

Alice wanted more than anything to kill that voice that she knew was her "worse" half but she knew that wasn't possible. She knew that that voice, that voice was her. That part of her that she tried so desperately to get rid of; the part of her that Crowley had only reminded her of and those words hit her now like knives.

"Alice hey, everything is going to be okay."

Looking up she saw Sam kneeling down in front of her his big hands on her shoulders, giving her those infamous puppy dog eyes of his. They read of sincerity and worry. Sam wanted to believe his own words; mistaking her renewed crying and shaking for that of terror. Alice was terrified that was for sure but she was terrified of something much worse; something much more selfish.

Alice glanced up and looked across the table at her husband who was still nursing that cup of scotch and refusing to look at her.

No, what Alice was terrified of more than anything, was finding out that Crowley, and everyone else, was right.

Wyatt had been unable to go to sleep. Dean had forgotten his favorite bear, Andy. Dean had given him that bear the day he was born and Alice had carried it around for him until Wyatt had been old enough to do it himself.

Colton had been fast asleep by eleven while Wyatt had refused to sleep two hours after; sobbing about how he didn't want to leave Andy behind.

Alice and Dean had taken turns rocking him and trying to soothe him to sleep. Dean was finally successful getting him to bed close to two in the morning. Dean had been so tired once he'd gotten Wyatt to bed that he'd crashed right down next to him; sprawled out on his stomach just like he normally slept.

For a while Alice had found herself sitting at the small kitchenette table that the motel had provided, and just watched her boys sleep. It was something that if Sam or anyone else had walked in, probably would've looked creepy, but to Alice it was a treasure. Dean always had so much stress going on in his life; so much burdening his shoulders even when it didn't need too. He'd been dealing with loss and death; continuing tragedy and Alice had done nothing to soothe it. She'd only made it worse by adding to it.

Looking down at her hands she spared a final glance up at the three of them passed out on the bed. She gave herself those last couple of moments before she rose to her feet and started for the door.

Dean would be too tired to hear the door open and close (or at least that's what she was hoping for) and she had at least five hours until the sun came up. Giving her plenty of time to go and get Wyatt's bear and be back long before any of them woke up.

Just as she had suspected she was able to slip out of the room undetected; closing it even more delicately than was necessary. Taking in a quick scan of the parking lot she began to walk down the sidewalk towards Sam's room. But that wasn't her destination.

She continued to scan the parking lot for anyone who might randomly appear until she passed by a trashcan and finally shifted out. When she shifted she was standing back in the living room of their house, or more importantly, their old home.

It was a shame. Alice really liked this last house.

Taking in a deep breath she looked around the living room one last time before she headed towards the boys room. She would look for Andy and just tell Dean that he had been crushed between the cushions of the pinto or hidden in the boys' bag. He wouldn't think on it too hard she hoped.

Walking into the boys' room she quickly started searching under the beds and around them. Through the toy bin and the closet; not finding it until she saw it somehow had ended up inside their laundry basket.

"Figures," she chuckled.

As she bent down to grab it the air began to crackle with electricity; the silence that filled the room becoming menacing and slow as if time was coming to a halt. Quickly, Alice looked up at the toy clock in the room, and noticed that it had stopped. It had completely frozen in place.

The light clicking of nails sounded in the hall and was followed by the heavy breathing she knew all too well.

Somewhere in her old home there was a hellhound. The question was: Who did it belong too?

There was no point in trying to stay still or quiet. The thing had been sent in for a reason; someone knew she was here. It didn't matter now if she was able to disappear or not. It would only follow her back to the motel and she couldn't chance that sort of risk.

So slowly, she eased up from the crouch she had been in, and glided towards the door. Before she even moved to grab the doorknob the smell of rotting flesh came through the door (the damn thing had awful breathe) alerting her just in time before it collided into the door. She hadn't been ready for that kind of impact and when the door slammed into her, the force from the hound cracking the door down the middle; it had sent her flying across the room.

Alice barely had enough time to roll across the bed before the hound was on her. Still holding onto Andy she struggled to get to her feet; the hound's claws grazing lightly across her back.

She cursed loudly as she slammed into the hallway sprinting for the front door. She had to come up with a plan and fast! At this rate this night was going to end up a lot longer than she had intended.

Just as she bounded out of the hallway she caught sight of the door and knew she was at least half way done, that is, until she slammed into an invisible barrier.

Alice fell to her knees; pain radiating through her entire body.

Her lungs were screaming at her to breathe but she couldn't. Her body was still reeling from the impact it had made with whatever she had ran in to. The rank smell of rotting flesh crept up on her instantly reminding her of the reason why she had been running blind in the first place.

Biting down on her lip she turned her head to look behind her and noticed the perfect imprints of nails digging into the floorboards. The thing was standing outside and away from her; nowhere near closing in on its target. Ignoring the snarls that came from its direction Alice finally looked down at the floor and realized she had walked right into a devil's trap.

"Son of a bitch."

She'd barely been able to get it out; her body still refusing to work as it tried to come to grips with the pain.

"Now there is no reason to bring mother's into this-"

Alice knew that voice.

Turning to look at archway that lead into the kitchen, Alice watched as Crowley emerged from inside it, glass full of Dean's scotch most likely, as he walked into the room.

"All I wanted was to have a friendly chat-"

"Crowley, you let me out of this!" she snapped.

"You don't get to make demands of me! And if I were you, I would show a little respect before I make you a hellhound's new chew toy!"

As if on cue the hellhound let out a snarl, just to remind her that he was there. There wasn't much she could do besides give him a hateful look. She was still collapsed on the ground and her body still wasn't responding to the signals her brain sent out to get up. So basically, she was screwed.

Taking a long pull from the glass she watched as he slowly walked around her old living room, taking in the family photos and furniture, before he set his glass down on the coffee table.

"Now I think it's time you and I had a little chat."

So my awesome readers, how did you enjoy this last chapter? And what is it that Crowley is wanting? *cue dramatic music*

As always, thank you guys so much for reading and reviews of any kind are always welcome. Much love! Jeneane