Dean shoved all the clothes in his closet aside and noticed a box sitting in the corner.

He tilted his head slightly as he crouched down to it.

He slid it out of the closet, and started looking through it. He saw a bunch of tapes in there.

He picked one up and read the label aloud.

"My Ali." He read then chuckled. "I haven't seen this thing in forever!"

Dean stood up with a smile on his face, he walked over to his tv and popped the tape into the tape player.

He grabbed the remote as he backed up onto his bed and the video started playing.

The video started by showing five year old Alison who was sleeping on a couch.

"Ali!" Dean in the video whisper-shouted to her. "Alison, wake up!"

"No..." The girl mumbled.

"Yeah, come on, bubba it's your birthday, get up!"

Alison then sat up on the couch.

"It is?" She asked her father.

"Yep, you're a whole five years old!" Dean said.

Dean then came into the cameras view and he kissed Alisons cheek.

Dean couldn't help but smile at the video.

"Where's Sammy?" Alison asked with a yawn as she rubbed her eyes.

"He had to go pick something up, come on, go get dressed kiddo." Dean helped her up out of the bed.

"Why are you holding a camera?" Alison asked dean.

"Uh— just 'cause." Dean stated.

"Is it on?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, hi!" Alison waved at the camera.

Dean chuckled as he smiled at the girl on the camera.

That clip ended and another one started.

Dean smiled at the camera as he set it down on a park bench, then jogged back over to his daughter.

"Weady?" She asked him.

"Heck yeah I'm ready!" Dean smiled at her.

Alison smiled and threw the baseball to him, he caught it.

"All right, it's gonna be a big one, do you think you can handle it?" Dean asked holding the ball up.

Alison smiled and nodded.

"I tan do it!" She cheered.

"Okay, ready?"

"Yeah!"

Dean then tossed the ball to her and she caught it.

"You did it!" Dean cheered.

Alison giggled out of joy and excitement. Then she threw it back to dean.

"Hey, look!" Dean pointed in the direction behind Alison.

"What?" Ali looked behind her but there was nothing. She turned back and as soon as she did, dean scooped her up and started spinning her around and tickling her.

"No! Daddy, no! Top it!" Alison laughed, kicking her legs.

Dean smiled at the tv screen.

Once dean was done, he laid on the ground laying Alison on his chest.

"I love you." Dean told her.

"I wove you, too." Alison replied.

"I bet I love you more."

Alison looked up at him and shook her head.

"No! I wove you the mostest." She stated.

"That's not possible." Dean said.

"Mm-Hmm!"

"No ma'am." Dean shook his head.

Dean watched as that clip ended and a new one began.

It showed teen Ali, from behind her. She was pouring her cereal into her bowl.

Dean smiled, remembering when he filmed it.

The camera got closer and closer to the girl.

"Hey!" Dean yelled on the camera making the girl scream and jump.

Dean then started laughing as his daughter glared at him.

"Dad! That's not funny!" Alison shoved Dean.

"I thought it was pretty funny." Dean laughed.

"You're such a jerk." Alison cracked a small smile.

"Oh, come on, you love me." Dean stated.

Alison sighed and nodded.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Deans jaw dropped making Alison laugh.

Dean looked up as he heard a giggle from his doorway.

"I can't believe you still have those." Alison chuckled as she stepped into her fathers room.

"Me either." Dean chuckled.

Alison sighed as she looked at the tv, which now had a new clip. One of nine year old her, Cas, Sam, and Dean.

"Hey." Dean said making her look back over at him. "Come here." He pat the spot beside him.

Alison went over and sat beside Dean, she laid her head on his shoulder and they watched the rest of the clips together.

Thank you so much for reading!