Okay so I really like how this chapter ended up. You know what's fun? Fluff. I really like fluff. By the way, I feel like Sam is really ooc at the end of the chapter so I apologize in advance.
Also, YAYYYY 135 views you guys are so awesome. Do you guys like the story? Because idk if I do. It's definitely longer than what I usually do, (Oneshots that re about 2.5k words) but I'm pretty proud of how this is now 10k words.
So I'm watching season 5 of Supernatural, and just saying, Ali is not the anti-christ. Glad I cleared that up. Alrighty, I hope you enjoy.
-Fox
Sam
Back in the impala, we drove in silence. Ali was acting like being locked in a house with a ghost didn't bother her in the slightest, but I could tell she was pretty shaken up. Whenever we went over a speedbump or a pothole, she would jump a little. I felt bad, because we shouldn't have let her wander around in a haunted house by herself. When we couldn't find her, we should have done something, instead of dismissing it as 'she's probably just exploring'.
After about a couple hours of driving, Ali had been really quiet. I turned around, expecting her to be reading, or on her phone, or something. Instead, she was curled up in a little ball, wrapped in her blanket. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted a little bit. Her even breathing signaled that she was asleep. Her eyes fliuttered, the corners of her mouth turned down, and I realized she was dreaming what looked to be rather unpleasant. I sighed, remembering my first ghost. I had nightmares for a week.
"So, Dean, where are we going next?" I asked, since Dean was the one who had been going through Dad's notebook earlier.
"Nowhere specific," He replied. "You've got three months, remember? We're going somewhere where you and Ali can bond over sucky things like demon blood." I was about to say anything when a flash of light burst from the back seat.
"Dean! Sam! There's a vengance demon following you and-" It was Cas. "Why is there a vengance demon asleep in the back of your car? I do not understand."
"Shit Cas," Dean said, swerving. "You could've just called."
"You still have not answered my question. Why is there a demon sleeping in your backseat? Why is she so small?" Cas asked, looking very confused.
"That's Ali," I said. "She's only half demon, and we're trying to help her. Don't obliterate her, please." Just then Ali screamed, and bolted upright. She blinked her eyes, turned and saw Cas, then screamed again.
"Damnit, can't I just drive in peace?" Dean shouted.
"Sorry," Ali apologized. Then she looked back at Cas. "Who are you, and how long have you been here?"
"I," Cas started, "am Castiel, and I am an angel of The Lord."
"Well isn't that dandy," Ali replied sarcastically. "Why are you here? Like, in this car?"
"I came to warn them about you, but that was before I realized your intentions," Cas responded.
"So are you friends with those two?" Ali asked, trying to make sense of her situation.
"In a way, yes."
"Can they summon you?"
"No, but I can hear their prayers, does that count?"
"So they can't just say 'ay yo Cassie we need you'?" I almost did a spit take. Did Ali just call Cas 'Cassie'?
"Well, I guess they could, if they thought it hard enough..." Cas responded, pondering it for a moment.
"Wait," Dean spoke up. "So we can call you Cassie?" He laughed. "Maybe this demon isn't useless after all."
"The demon can hear you," Ali said, frowning. "The demon would also like to request a rest stop. I need to pee."
"Girls always need to pee," Dean grumbled.
"We've been driving for like three hours and I haven't asked for a rest stop in the entire time I've known you. Look, there's a sign for a rest stop, I'll be like ten minutes tops. There probably won't even be anyone there, it's like eight or nine on a Sunday night. Everyone's already home." Dean begrudgingly pulled into the rest stop, and Ali hopped out and disappeared into the building.
"That one sure has a sharp tongue," Cas said as she left.
"Dean makes fun of her, she sasses back, it's hilarious," I smiled.
"Dean, why do you dislike her so much?" Cas asked, frowning."She seems like such a likable person."
"She's a demon," Dean supplied.
"Her intentions are pure," Cas stated. "Has she done anything to hurt you?"
"Dean, don't be such a racist," I said, supressing a smile. Then Ali came skipping out of the rest stop, smiling. I've never known a hunter to skip. Was I thinking of her as a hunter now?
"I'm back!" She sang, sliding into her seat. In her hand was a disposable tray with four cups of coffee. She handed on to Cas, who looked down at the cup in confusion, one to Dean, then on to me. She then took the last cup and took a huge gulp. "I brought coffee," She said, smiling.
"Thanks," I said. I'm willing to bet the reason seh brought coffee was because she didn't want to fall asleep. Afterall, she did wake up screaming only moments ago.
"What is coffee?" Cas asked, still staring at his cup.
"It's like the opposite of a sleeping potion," Ali explained. "It's loaded with caffine and sugar, which'll keep you up for hours." Cas took a sip tentatively, wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste.
"I do not like this," He said, taking another sip anyway. And then, in a flash, he was gone.
"So, where are we going next?" Ali asked, pulling out a silver laptop and some earbuds out of her backpack.
"Somewhere to start training," Dean responded, his voice less icy than before. Ali nodded, then popped her earbuds into her ears, and started bobbing her head along to some song as her fingers flew across the keys.
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching her type.
"Kind of like a diary," She responded. "More of an autobiography. I'm thinking if I actually manage to be as good as you guys, I'm going to leave behind a legacy, but I assume that no one lasts very long in this line of work. So this is kind of my way of helping people, so that they can learn from my mistakes. Lesson number one being, don't wander into haunted houses without salt, iron, and a wingman." She popped her earbud back into her ear and continued typing.
A few hours later, we pulled up to the Pinecone Motel. As Dean went to check in, I poked Ali. She had fallen asleep again, but still had music playing from her laptop. The screen had dimmed from the lack of usage, but it was still on her lap. I could feel the heat it gave off. I poked her again. She grunted. "No, stop it," She mumbled. "Stop!" She spoke forcefully.
"Ali? Wake up, we're here," I tried.
"Get away from me!" She said, and I realized she was dreaming. Her face looked pained.
I shook her shoulders. "Ali, wake up! It's just a dream." I shook her harder. Her eyes popped open, and she stared at me.
"Hi," She said slowly. "Why are your hands pinning me to the seat?"
"Oh, sorry," I said, pulling away. "You were talking in you sleep, I was trying to wake you up. We're here," I said, gesturing at the motel.
Her face turned red. "I was? Thanks waking me up." She stretched her arms, yawning. She shoved her laptop back into her backpack, grabbed her things, and stepped out of the car. She and I walked up to Dean, who had just exited the main building. He was heading for the impala, but stopped when he saw us walking towards him.
"Here are the room keys," Dean said, handing one to each of us. "Ali, your room is across the hall from Sam and I." She took the key and nodded, heading for the rooms. I watched her walk away. She walked with teh confidence of someone who knew their place in the world, someone who knew who they wanted to be. Dean turned to me. "See those woods behind the motel?" He gestured. "There's a clearing about a quarter mile back, surrounded by trees. No one will know we're there."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Cassie," He said, chuckling. I laughed too, that really was a goldmine Ali showed us. We walked to our room, and didn't even bother turning on the lights, we just threw our stuff on the ground and got into bed.
Three hours later, I woke to an alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes to see Dean grinning. "Up and at 'em!" He said. I glared.
"Why so early?" I asked, putting a pillow over my head.
"You want Ali grumpy, right? When girls don't sleep, they get pissy." I groaned, but I knew he was right. We might not be able to make Ali mad enough unless we pushed her over the edge. I got dressed, then walked across the hall, knocking on Ali's door. As I had expected, no response.
I turned to Dean. "If we can't get to her, how are we going to wake her up?" I asked, getting ready to go back to bed. Dean gave me a devious smile, then produced a spare room key. He twisted it in the doorknob, pulled it back out, then swung open the door. I rolled my eyes, then stepped into the dark room. "Dean," I hesitated. "What if she sleeps in her underwear?"
"Just go, you wimp." Dean pushed me. "I'll do it if you wont." That was the last thing I wanted. For some reason, it felt wrong for Dean to be this... not-douchey.
I walked over to the bed where I saw Ali, her face completely serene. I sighed, then flipped on a light, shaking her shoulders. "Ali! Wake up! We're starting training early, we've got a big day ahead of us!" I tried to sound happy, but I felt bad. With her nightmares recently, she might not be having the best of rests.
She opened her eyes, looked at me, then the clock, then back at me. "No," She said, turning over and hiding under the covers.
Dean walked over to her, slapped the back of her head, then smiled. "Wake up, we've got things to do." Ali emerged from her blanket cocoon, one eyebrow raised.
"We've been here for three hours," She said, voice raising. "What could possibly be so damn important?!"
"Training!" Dean said, grinning. She groaned, then threw back the covers.
"Get out, I need to change," She said, glaring at us. "I'll be ready in five minutes." She shooed us into the hall, then came out, five minutes later in jeans, hiking boots, and her jacket. We headed out of the motel, and into the woods. After we hiked a quarter mile, we arrived in a clearing, just as Dean had said there would be.
"Ali," I started. "I'm going to try and make you angry. I want you to try and harness your powers, and try to use them on me. Don't hold back, just try not to kill me," I said.
"How are you going to make me angry?" She asked.
"I uh," I hadn't actually thought that far. "You have bed head?"
Dean sighed. "Let me," He said.
"Are you sure?" Ali asked.
"What, do you think a lowlife demon like you scares me? You're just a little girl," Dean said. I could see Ali's shoulders tense.
"I'm almost 25!" She yelled.
"Of course you are," Dean said. "Except you act like such a baby all the time. You're either sleeping or screaming, sometimes both. Oh wait, I forgot, that's because you're a girl." I saw Ali's face tighten with anger. I couldn't tell if Dean was pushing it too hard, or not enough. "Oh, am I making the little demon angry? What's the weakling going to do, poke me?" I saw something in Ali snapped.
"You want to see what a little girl can do? Watch," She spat. Then she closed her eyes and focused. I looked back at Dean, and saw his shoulders shrinking, his hair growing, and his chest expanding. He got shorter and thinner, until it wasn't Dean standing there, but a woman in Dean's clothes which had shrunk to fit his form.
"What are you all staring at?" Came a voice several pitches higher than Dean's natural tone. He put a hand to his mouth. "Oh shit, what did you do?" He looked down, then back up at Ali. "You bitch."
"Sam," Ali said grinning. "May I present to you, Diana Winchester. Diana, be glad I made you pretty." Dean looked down again, then groaned.
"I don't wanna be a girl!" He whined. "Girls are so lame!"
"Dude," I said. "You sound like you're eight." Just then, Cas appeared behind Dean.
"Where's Dean?" He asked, looking around. He layed eyes on Dean.
"You there, do you know where Dean is?" He asked.
"I am Dean," Dean responded.
"No," Cas said, wrinkling his nose. "You are a woman. Dean is not a woman."
"He is now!" Ali called, laughing. "Cassie my friend, you have just stumbled upon my first successful display of power."
"My name is Castiel," He grumped. "I demand that you change Dean back."
"Wait," Dean interupted. "Can it wait a day?"
Cas looked at Dean skeptically. "Why would you not want to be restored to your former self immediately?"
I spoke up. "He probably wants to look at himself naked." Dean blushed.
"Pfft, what? No I, uh... Okay yes, alright?" Dean glared at me.
"You have an hour," Ali said, laughing. "Knock yourself out."
"Wait, Dean," Cas said. "Can I come with you? I still need to talk to you." Dean rolled his eyes, but nodded, and then they were gone, leaving Ali and I alone.
"Are those two a thing?" Ali asked, laughing a little bit.
"I'm not sure," I said, grinning. "I think they might be. Do you actually know how to turn him back?"
"No, not really," She admitted. "But I'm sure I'll figure it out. So, what are we going to do for the rest of the day?" That was a good question. Dean and Cas were no doubt occupying the room, so I wouldn't be able to get to my laptop.
"I think they have a pool here," I said, shrugging. Ali muttered something that I didn't catch. "What was that?" I asked.
"I can't swim," She said, looking sheepish. I gaped at her.
"You can't swim? How can you not know how to swim?" I asked.
"I just never learned, okay?" Her face turned red.
"Do you want to learn?" I inquired. "I could teach you." Her face turned even redder.
"You're not going to take no as an answer, are you," She said, giving in. And so, twenty minutes later, Ali stood on the edge of the pool, staring down at me. She looked nervous, her knees turned inward, her legs shaking slightly.
"Come on," I said. "It's not that bad, plus you can stand here."
"Do I really have to get in?" She asked, staring at the blue-green water. I gave her a look, and she rolled her eyes then sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her toes into the water. She slipped on leg in, then the other, then pushed off the edge, falling into the pool. She shivered, and I could see goosebumps appear on her skin. The water went up to just below her shoulders.
"Are you okay with going a little deeper?" I asked. "It's not that deep here."
"Maybe not for you, but you're like thirteen inches taller than me,"She said. But she moved so that the water was up to her neck.
"Okay, what can you do?" I wondered aloud.
"I can do a handstand," She said, then dove under to demonstrate. She came up a few seconds after.
"Wait," I asked, confused. "You can do an underwater handstand, but you can't swim?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You do realize that swimming is like twice as easy as doing a handstand? You just move your arms and legs ocaisonally coming up for air."
"Well then if it's so easy, why can't I do it?"
"Have you actually tried to swim any time recently?"
"No, but I mean-"
"Just try." And she did. She put her head under, kicked her legs, and moved her arms, and swam to the edge of the pool. "Where are you going?" I asked, watching her pull herself out of the pool.
"Look, I swam, now can I leave? I'm tired." As she spoke, I noticed dark circles beginning to form under her eyes. I felt bad, I had forgotten we had only let her sleep for three hours. Dean and I were used to not sleeping, but she wasn't as hardened.
"Sure, but you should probably change Dean back first," I suggested. I got out of the pool and reached for my towel, drying off my hair. She shrugged, then closed her eyes, her nose wrinkled. After a few seconds, she opened them.
"He should be good." And with that, she left, clutching the towel to her body tightly.
Idk I just wanted to put in some Destiel, don't judge. Oh, did you guys know that Destiel in latin is literally lack of God? (Des= Lack Stiel= of God)
The last part felt awkward. It was supposed to, I guess, but maybe I only see that because I was writing it, not reading. Eh, whatever.
Are these frequent updates good or annoying? Like idk I just like writing, but I can hold off on posting if it bugs you guys.
-Fox