Okay, here's chapter two! The only reason I'm updating so fast is because it's summer and I have nothing to do. This chapter is a little shorter than the last chapter, (Last one was like 2.8k this one's around 2.4) So I figured exactly where I want my story to take place. My story is taking place between season four and season five, (I just finished season four, so if season five starts up right after, then shit, too bad.) except in this universe, Lucifer didn't rise, bit they stopped Lilith. Everything else still happened though. Also, yayyyy I got a review already thank you *insert the name of the wonderful girl who reviewed except I forgot your name here* thank you so much, you have no idea how much reviews mean to me. You guys are the best.

-Fox

Sam

"I...That wasn't me! I don't know what happened, I just... I'm human, that's all I am." Ali pleaded again, this time with tears in her eyes.

I turned to Dean, a grim expression on my face. "I don't think she knows what she is," I whispered.

"Oh my god, for the last time! I'm human, that's all there is to it!" She groaned from her chair.

Dean paused. "What did you just say?"

"That's all there is to it?" She replied, hesitantly.

"No, before that."

"Oh my god, for the last time, I'm human?"

"There!" Dean exclaimed. "Sam, can demons say god?"

"Well," I had to stop and think for a moment. "I don't think so," I said. Maybe Ali wasn't a demon? But she reacted to holy water, and we found sulfur on the victim. I turned towards Dean. "Can I speak to you in the other room?" We walked into the front hall.

"So, do you think she's telling the truth?" Dean asked, putting the flask of holy water back in his pocket.

"I don't know. I think she honestly believes she's human, whether she is or not," I responded.

"So what do we do?"

"We should talk to her, see if we can find out what she is." We walked back into the room Ali was bound in, and I walked over to her. I was about to loosen her ropes when Dean shook his head. Not yet, he mouthed. I nodded.

"So, Ali, we'd like to ask you a few questions." She looked up as Dean spoke her name. A thought popped in my head.

"Ali, earlier today you said your father named you?" I asked. I had a theory.

"Yeah, my dad named me. And the last name's his, too."

"What's your father like?" I asked.

"I don't know, he left my mom when I was a baby." She looked confused, and I felt bad. If she really is what we think she is, she probably has no idea, although I'm not sure how that's possible. How does a demon not know they're a demon?

"When your father left," I began, "do you know if he said anything to your mother prior to that?"

"No, he just left in the middle of the night, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Ali," I said, as calmly as I could. "I think your father may have been a demon." It all made sense. Why she didn't know what she was, how she got her name.

"What?" Ali shouted, her face twisting in confusion. Dean gave me a look, the kind that said 'I have no idea what you're talking about, so you better make a hell of a lot of sense in about twenty seconds.'

"Listen," I spoke softly, because Ali had gone from loudly ingidnant to a scared deer. "It all makes sense. I assume you were raised by your mother?"

"Yes," She whimpered.

"So the reason you don't know what you are is because your mother is human. You were raised believing you were like all the other little girls on the street. But when you were younger, did anything strange happen?"

Ali thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose in concentration. "Well," she started. "When I was eight, my neighbor Georgia Harris stole one of my barbies. I was really mad about it, because I had saved my allowance for two months to pay for it. I remember the next day at school, I heard Georgia telling all her friends about how the hair on her barbies turned from blonde to black, and all the heads fell off."

"And you didn't find this strange?" Dean asked. "It didn't occur to you that something strange might have been going on?"

"I just thought it was karma," Ali shrugged. "Anyway, what does this have to do with anything?"

"I think you might be a vengence demon," I said. "Do strange things happen to people that really piss you off?"

"Once in eighth grade, a girl made fun of me for having braces, and the next day she came to school in headgear. Does that qualify as strange?"

"In a way, yes," I said, smiling a little bit. "Your powers are only active when your angry, though."

"So I'm like a hulk?" Ali groaned. "Green is so not my color."

"Well, yes and no. You need to be angry for your powers to work, but because of your anger you might make some rash decisions. You could really hurt someone, so you need to be careful."

"Wait," Dean said, confused. "So we're not gonna kill her?"

"Well, she's half human, and it's not her fault that she hurt people so far, she didn't even know what she was." I said. Dean and I, we didn't kill anything and everything, just the things that are evil, and the girl sitting before us, tied to a chair, wasn't evil.

I walked closer towards her, and pulled out a knife. She looked terrified, like I might gut her with it, but I cut her ropes and smudged the trap paint. She pulled away her arms and rubbed her wrists. I could see red marks from where the rope had bit into her skin.

"I... I think I'm going to go for a walk. Can you guys, um, stay here? I just want to clear my head, I'll be back in like fifteen minutes or so." Ali looked rattled, like she could use some fresh air.

"Sure," I said. As the front door closed behind her, I met eyes with Dean. "We can't just leave her here," I said, gesturing towards the chair.

"She's a demon, Sam, they're bad news. You of all people should know that."

I sighed. "This is different, I swear."

"Really? Because this seems a hell of a lot like Ruby." Dean began to mimic a little girl."Poor little demon girl, she doesnt want to be a bad guy, because she's good and trustworthy."

"I won't make that mistake again, alright?"

"Of course you won't," Dean said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Where's Ali?" I said, looking up at the clock. "It's been like 20 minutes."

"Maybe your demon girlfriend ran away," Dean said. "If she hurts more people, that's your fault, not mine." I punched Dean in the arm, and grabbed my coat. "Where are you going?" Dean asked, as I walked towards the door.

"I'm going to go find Ali," I said, reaching for the knob.

"Not alone, you're not," Dean said. He picked up the knife and his coat, and headed towards me and the door.

As we walked in the brisk, night air, I called out to Ali, but got no response. We walked until we found a sign for a bike trail. There was a nail sticking out on the side, and caught on it was Ali's scarf. "Dean, look," I said, pointing at the scarf.

"How does that happen in real life, someone's scarf get's caught, and they just walk on without it?" Dean asked, shaking his head. We walked on, following the dark trail until we reached a clearing. It was one of those things they do at national parks, where they put in benches and signs with information about the park. It was overlooking a river, and there was someone standing on the railing, her brown hair whipping back and forth in the wind.

"Ali?" I asked, stepping closer. She turned her head, shocked to see us. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a monster," she said, a bitterwseet smile on her face. "All I've done is hurt people. I'm doing the word a favor."

"Step down from the ledge, you're being ridiculous," I said, taking another step closer. Dean had gone uncharacteristically quiet, watching everything unfold.

"Be honest, what use am I to the world?" Ali said, her voice quivering.

"Well, that girl in eighth grade totally deserved it," I tried. Ali gave me a watery smile.

"But did Carrie? She was only eighteen. She was just a child. And I killed her."

"But you didn't know what you were doing, you weren't in control of yourself!"

"Will I ever truly be? I don't know what I'm doing, and all I'd do is screw it up!" By now we were both shouting.

"You can learn, learn to harness your powers," I stepped even closer. "Ali, I can help you."

"What would you know?" She cried, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"A lot more than you would think." By now I was close enough to grab her arm if she tried to jump. "Please Ali, let me help you."

Ali looked down at the river. It was moving slowly, and it didn't look very deep. I don't know if it would even kill her if she jumped. "You can help me?" She whispered.

"I can," I whispered back. "Please don't do this." Slowly, Ali started to step off the ledge.

"God, I hope you're right," She muttered, wiping the tears off her face.

"Well, now that you two are done, let's head back to your place, Ali," Dean spoke, startling me. I forgot he was there, watching.

When we were back at Ali's, I pulled Dean aside. "We need to take her with us," I whispered.

"No," Dean replied.

"We can't leave her, she needs help, and I think I can work with her."

"No," Dean repeated.

"Once she has a better grasp on her powers, she might be of use," I tried.

"Three months," Dean said.

"What?"

"Three months. That's all you get. If you can save her, great. If not, we slit her throat."

"Sounds fair," I said.

"I'll be in the impala, if you two aren't there in fifteen minutes, I'm leaving." Dean stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as he went.

I walked back to where Ali was sitting, wrapped in a red blanket. "Ali, I need to ask you something," I spoke. She looked up at me. "Would you come with Dean and I?"

"And do what?" She inquired.

"We track down monsters and demons and send them back to hell," I replied, smiling a little.

"What use would I be?"

"Vengence demons are strong, and once you learn to use your powers, you could be a lot of help."

"Alrighty then," She laughed. "I'll go pack my things." I waited for about ten minutes, sitting on her couch, twiddling my thumbs. I knew Ali could handle herself, but did she? Did she undterstand that she was capable of being so very strong? My thoughts cut off abruptly when Ali emerged from her room, a duffel bag in one hand and a backpack in the other. "I'm ready to go!" She smiled.

We joined Dean in the impala, and as Ali got in the back, he grunted. "Look, Dean," She said. "I know you don't like me, and I'm sorry, I didn't ask to be born a demon. But here's not a whole lot I can do about that. Can we just call a truce?"

"I don't make truces with demons."

"Well, alrighty then, I'll have you know, I am the queen of annoying, and I will make your life hell."

"I've been to hell and back, and an annoying bitch like you would never come close to that experience."

Ali tsked. "Ah ah ah, queen bitch. And is that a challenge?" I had to hold back a laugh.

"You guys," I interrupted. "Stop, I don't want to listen to you bicker like five-year-olds."

"Okay then Sam," Ali laughed. "Tell me a story. How did you guys become... this?"

"It's a really long story," I said, settling into the seat.

"Well, you've got my attention for a really long time. But make it interesting, throw in romance, and tragedy, and monsters. Lots of monsters." She smiled, and I realized maybe we needed someone like her, someone cracking jokes and making us forget about how screwed up our lives are.

So I told her. I started at the beginning, how Mom died, and how Dad turned us into warriors. I told her about Azazel, and how I had demon blood coursing through my veins. I told her about how I died, so I Dean sold his soul to bring me back. I told her about Dean's trip to hell, and how angels brought him back. And then I told her the little things, like how I had fellen in love with a werewolf, and how we got to search for a siren in a strip club. I told her about the little, murderous girl who was trapped in a painting, and the demon virus that made people hurt their friends and family. I told her about Bobby, and about Ellen, and Jo. I told her about everything.

She never said a word, not one, while I talked. I had to turn around a few times to make sure she wasn't asleep, but she just sat there, looking at me, and grinning.

"Why are you so happy?" I finally asked her.

"Because," She replied. "I finally get to be someone."

"Now that you know our story," I laughed. "Why don't you tell us yours?"

"It all started in the farway year of 1981," She began, smiling. "January 18th, my mother was walking home from the grocery store when she tripped and dropped her bags. A man helped her up, and it was love at first sight. They fell in love and got married, and three years later, on November 22nd, I was born.

"Two weeks after that, my dad left, didn't say why. Now I guess I know, being a demon and all. I grew up like a normal kid, with the occasional splash of revenge. I went to college, started dating Jimmy, broke up with Jimmy, killed Carrie, then I met you guys." I stared at her. How could someone so different live such a normal life?

After finishing her story, Ali stretched out in the backseat, resting her head on a blanket she had brought with her. "Night boys," she yawned. "Wake me up when we get wherever it is we're going." Within moments, I could hear her even breathing. No wonder she was tired, it was four thirty in the morning.

"Dean, I think I'm gonna get some sleep, wake me up if you want me to drive, okay?" I yawned. Dean just grunted, eyes straight ahead.

"Sam," Dean muttered. "Don't let this turn into Ruby." I tried to say something back, but I was already drifting into the dreamworld.