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This chapter is a little shorter than usual, it's really just a Dean/Alison filler chapter, but I've been super busy and I really wanted to get something up for you guys!
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Goodbye Is Never Forever
Chapter Eleven: My Brother The Sister
Lawrence, Kansas — Alison's Bedroom — 10:43AM
Alison tilted her head slightly to the side as she applied power to her left cheek. She placed that and the brush down to the dresser with a soft sigh and returned her attention to the mirror before her. At times, she felt like she spent more time hiding bruises than anything else, it was one of the downsides to her extra curricular activities, and her most recent trip with her brother had left her with more to cover than before. It was a small bruise, almost completely faded, and she was more than thankful for that, because she was dreading the day that one of her parents noticed. It was a conversation she didn't want to have any time soon.
"Ali, Ali, Ali." A deep voice sounded from behind her, and Alison smiled to herself.
"Dean." She glanced at his reflection through the mirror and quirked an eyebrow at him. He leaned casually against her open door frame, arms folded over his chest, and a look on his face that she just knew meant he was about to ask her something. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Dean looked over her slowly, and his eyes fell to the bag of make up open on the dresser in front of her. He scanned the many products there and frowned. "You're going for coffee, right?" he asked, bewildered, and she shrugged, as if to ask what the problem was. "Why do you need to wear all that crap just to get coffee?"
Alison simply offered him another shrug. "Time on my hands." she quipped.
Shaking his head at her, and a fond smile on his face, he stepped into her room and closed the door softly behind himself, and that was when she was sure he was about to ask her something. He only closed the door when he was going to say something that he didn't want anyone else to overhear, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was going to be. If it was another talk about her hunting, she couldn't take it. He took a seat on the end of her bed, behind where she sat at her dresser, her back to him, and watched through the mirror as she continued to apply her make up. "Are you colouring on your eyebrows?" he asked her, eyes narrowed, more than curious. "Why the hell do you need to colour on your eyebrows? You already have eyebrows. What's the point? I don't get you."
Alison sighed, pushing back a smile. "Did you want something, or are you simply here for the beauty tips?" She turned on her chair, face completely serious. "Have you been watching Oprah again? You know I love her tips."
Dean rolled his eyes at her. "Very funny." he muttered. "Actually, I was thinking, you wanna do something this weekend?"
"Something?" She turned back to face the mirror, and smirked, intrigued. There was a look on his face that she knew meant he already had something in mind, and the best weekends they had came from the conversations that required a closed door. "Something like what?"
Dean shrugged, nonchalant. "Something like Disney Land." he stated, and if he hadn't said it so clearly, so seriously, she would have been sure that she had heard him wrong.
"Disney Land?" Her eyes narrowed, as if in suspicion, at him. "That our code word now?"
He chuckled, nodding. "I guess it is."
"You wanna go to Disney Land?" she pressed, dubious. "What happened to it being dangerous?" He opened his mouth to argue, but she didn't give him the chance. "What happened to that speech you gave me back in Ohio about how I shouldn't be doing it? About how I was more than likely going to get myself killed? Or the speech you gave me on the way home from Ohio? Or the one you gave me while we waited for pizza when we got home? Or the one I got after breakfast the next morning? Or the one I got through the bathroom door while I brushed my teeth? Or—"
"Okay. I get it, Ali." He stopped her, holding up a hand before she could continue, because he knew she could probably go on naming his speeches for a while. "I nagged you, I'm sorry." He smiled a little. "Look, I know what I said, over and over, but I've been thinking, are you honestly telling me that you aren't going to do it anyway?" He threw her a look, one which said he knew her better. "And, besides, it's hardly dangerous when you've got me there, is it? I only said that I didn't like you doing it alone, you won't be alone. What are the chances both of us get murdered?"
Alison pulled a face at him through the mirror. "Grim. But, true." She shrugged, indifferent. "But I think, while you're playing the big tough guy, you're forgetting that it's me that actually knows what they're doing. Face it, bro, you wouldn't know where to start."
"Fine, I admit that you're the brains." he agreed, defensive. "But I'm the muscle, so you're good." She rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as she began to return all the make up she had used to the bag. "What was that?" he pressed, eyebrows raised.
"Nothing." she told him bluntly. "I just said I'd look into it. I'll let you know if I find anything, you know...any good roller coasters."
Dean frowned at her, confused. "Roller coasters? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Monsters, Dean." she deadpanned. "Any good monsters. Don't start a code if you're not gonna stick to it."
"If you were any kind of normal sister we wouldn't have to talk in code, Alison." he remarked, smug. "You think about that."
"Whatever." she muttered. "Anyway, I gotta go." She rose from her seat, reaching for her bag, but Dean held up a hand to stop her, an amused smirk on his face as he looked up.
"You only doing one eye, or...?" Alison frowned at him, for a moment confused, and she glanced back towards the mirror, realizing that she had only put the make up on one of her eyes, too caught up in talking to her brother to have remembered to finish. She threw him a pointed look and dropped back down to the chair. "What's with the death glare? I could totally have let you walk out of the house like that."
"Yes, you could." she agreed. "You're a good brother."
"Thank you." he commented. "You're an okay sister."
Dean continued to watch as she pulled out some make up and began working on her other eye. "So, where are you going anyway?" she asked, curious. "You got big plans?"
He scoffed. "Hardly big. I'm going to the game with Nick."
"Nick." she repeated, more of a comment to herself than to him, but he didn't miss it.
"Yeah, why?" he questioned, lost. "You wanna come?"
"Uh, no." She chuckled. "Not really."
"Why not?" Dean frowned at her, and she leaned closer to the mirror. Whether it was to concentrate on what she was doing or to ensure that he couldn't see her face, he wasn't sure, but there was definitely something about her tone that was off. "Come on, we haven't been to a game in ages. Besides, I thought you liked Nick? Didn't you used to have a crush on him?" But Alison didn't reply, she was silent, giving nothing more than a shrug in response. "What?" he pressed. "What is it?"
"Nothing." she muttered, as though it didn't concern her. Her voice was calm, casual, but she had already given herself away. She was never that quiet, about anything, not unless it was something she didn't want to talk about.
And then it clicked. "Oh, god, Alison." He shook his head. "Did something happen while I was gone? Were you seeing him?" His tone grew darker, lower. "What did he do?"
"He didn't do anything." she told him, giving a laugh. "Tone it down, Rambo. We tried it, didn't work out, we're cool. Don't sweat it."
"And why the hell didn't you tell me?" he asked her, and she could've laughed at how offended he sounded. "You and Nick. I feel sick. Ew, Alison."
"Ew?" she repeated, frowning. "Why is that ew? He's been your BFF since like kindergarten."
"Yeah, and then he tried to bang my sister while I was out of the country being shot!" he snapped, and it was as if he was wondering why she wasn't as outraged as he seemed to be.
With a roll of her eyes, she stood from her chair, standing over him. "You're doing it again." she commented, stern, amused.
His eyes narrowed. "Doing what again?"
Alison shoved him in the shoulder and smirked. "You're being an overprotective jerk." she quipped, passing him towards her wardrobe.
"Hey, I am not overprotective." he countered, defensive. "I just care about you, and your fake eyebrows."
"Well, thank you, I appreciate your unnecessary concern." she said, sarcastic. She pulled out two jackets and held up the hangers to him. "Denim or leather?"
Dean thought on it for a moment, and he pointed to the one in her left hand. "Leather."
Alison nodded and grabbed her bag from the bed, placing the jacket over her arm. "So, do I meet your standards, or?"
Dean smiled at her, nodding. "You look great." he said, sincere. "I still don't know why you need to paint your face to get coffee, but," He shrugged. "It works."
Alison chuckled. "You totally should've been my sister." she quipped, and the only response he gave her was a shove in the back of the shoulder as he followed her from her room. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "See you later, sis."
Lawrence, Kansas — Home — 04:51PM
Alison sighed as she shoved a few pieces of paper into her bag as she closed the front door of her house closed behind herself. The last thing she wanted to do was walk into the kitchen with a handful of news articles detailing gruesome murders in front of her parents. That would start a long list of unwanted questions. A smile came to her face as she headed into the kitchen, the way it always seemed to. Her dad looked up from where he sat at the counter and nodded. "Hey, honey." he greeted.
Her mother stood opposite him at the counter, cutting up vegetables for dinner. She looked up and smiled brightly. "Hi sweetheart. How's Chloe?"
"Hey." Alison dropped her bag down and moved to sit beside her dad. "Uh, yeah, Chloe's good. You need any help with dinner?"
Mary shook her head. "I'm almost done." she said. "You know, you should invite her round for dinner one night, we haven't seen her for a while."
Alison looked away, nodding. "Uh, yeah, I'll talk to her." she muttered. There was a reason the girl who had once practically lived in their house hadn't been round for a while. There was a reason that she hadn't invited any of her friends round. It was purely because she knew her mother would ask them about their college trips, simply out of making conversation, and that would open the door on all of her lies. She couldn't risk it.
Not seeming to think anything of it, Mary nodded in agreement. "Do you know what time your brother's coming home?"
"Uh, no." She shook her head. "He didn't say. Probably not late."
Alison glanced down as her phone rang from the table, and she looked down at it to find a text message from Dean. Speak of the devil.
'Sister. Find any good 'roller coasters' yet?'
Alison smirked to herself. 'Ha. Looks like a vamp case up in Oregon, possible Wendigo in Colorado, maybe a werewolf up in Cali. Take your pick.'
'I'll bite, what the hell is a Wendigo?'
'Creature. Lives in the woods, strings people up for a while before it snacks on them. Basically.'
'Woods, huh? So, camping trip?'
'You wanna go camping?'
'Hell yeah I wanna go camping'
'Alright, Wendigo it is. What are we gonna tell mom?'
'We'll tell her we're going camping, not exactly like we're lying is it?'
'Guess not. Btw, tell Nick I said hi;-)'
'Don't even push me on that, Alison. Thin ice. I'll see you at home.'
Mary glanced up as her phone rang once again in her hands, and she didn't miss the smile on her daughter's face as she text whoever it was back, her thumbs moving in a rapid pace as she replied. Half of the time she was so used to hearing her phone sound, and for her to do nothing more than glance at it and return it to her pocket. She shared a look with John, who was frowning at the phone over her shoulder, clearly intrigued. "Who keeps texting you?" she asked, curious.
Alison quickly snapped out of the moment, and she straightened her face, biting back the urge to laugh. "Uh, it's just Dean." she answered, nonchalant, as she placed the phone back to the counter before her. "We were thinking of going away for the weekend. Is that okay?"
"Really?" John raised his eyebrows. "Where are you going?"
"Uh, camping, actually." It even sounded unbelievable coming out of her own mouth.
"Camping?" Her dad laughed, really laughed, as though he had assumed it to be some kind of a joke. For a moment he looked a little confused, as if to ask why no one else was laughing along with him, and his eyebrows creased to a frown, bemused. "You two? Really?" He chuckled. "I'd pay good money to watch that."
Mary threw him a look. "Well, I think it's great you're finally spending some time together, especially after you were both gone all last weekend. I know you must have missed each other." She smiled brightly, and Alison did anything to avoid her gaze. If only she knew. "Of course, go, have fun."
Alison smiled. "Yeah, I'm sure we will."
