(-GoldenxAngel, Thank you for requesting! The ages do not match up for this, but for this chapter, Alison is fifteen.)

"Dean, and Sammy Winchester." The woman sighed as she placed a plate on the table. "How long has it been?"

"The summer before sixth grade." Sam said.

"Oh, I remember." The lady said. "You assigned yourself your own reading list." She said.

"Nerd." Alison scoffed.

"That's right, I forgot about that!" Dean laughed.

"Your mom had to be the best babysitter we ever had." Sam told the girl sitting next to the woman across from them.

"When I was a maid, at the maid flower out on the interstate, before you were even an idea, their dad used to pass through town and leave the boys with me, while he went off to work." The lady told her daughter.

Alison chuckled.

"I miss that guy." She sniffled a little.

"I'm sure." The lady smiled at her. "One time he was gone for two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Her daughter questioned.

"Mm-hmm." The woman confirmed. "Oh, he always came limping back. He loved you boys."

"Do you know what he did all that time?" The girl questioned.

The three Winchesters stayed quiet.

"Little sammy kept trying to tell me, of course I didn't believe him. At first, anyway." The woman said.

"Katie, our dad happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts." Sam told her.

"Among other things." Alison sighed.  "And now, so are we." She gave a halfhearted smile.

"I called them sweetie, they can help us." The lady put her hand on Katie's leg.

A man walked into the room, the five people looked up at him.

"Sounds like you guys got yourselves a poltergeist." Dean stated, ruffling Alisons hair.

She smacked his hand away, making Katie giggle. Alison couldn't help but smile at her, a hardly noticeable shade of pink covering her face.

"Started a month or two after we moved in." The man said.

"Yeah, it was just bumps, and knocks, and scratches on the wall at first. And then it started breaking things." The woman told them.

"And then it attacked Katie." Sam stated.

"That was two nights ago." The guy said.

"Can you show them, hon?" The lady asked Katie.

Katie pulled her blanket off her lap, then stood up. She pulled her shirt up, revealing the words "Murderd chylde." Engraved by a blade in her stomach.

"Holy shit." Alison muttered, her eyes wide.

"Murderd chylde." Sam spoke.

"Katie, everything's gonna be fine." Dean leaned forwards. "I promise." He told her.

Katie gave him a smile.

"Why don't you take yourselves a little vacation, and we'll take care of it." Dean told them.

"Thank you." The woman let out a breath.

~~~

A boy came up to the front counter with a tray of the Winchesters food.

"Okay, double bacon cheeseburger, bacon burger turbo, large chilly cheese fry, and a hell quake salad shake?" The boy asked dean, with an eyebrow raised.

Alison scrunched her face up in disgust.

"Okay, now that's messed up. Salad, and shake do not belong in the same sentence." Alison stated.

"I know. That's not ours." Dean used his thumb to gesture to him and his daughter who shook her head.

Dean picked up the tray, and started back to the table where Sam was. Alison tilted her head at the boy.

"Nice hat." She said sarcastically, eyeing the weird company hat on his head.

"Ha ha. Very funny." The boy rolled his eyes at her.

Alison grinned, then turned and headed back to the table with her father and uncle.

Alison sat next to dean, across from sam, who grabbed his "Hell quake salad shake."

Alison gagged, Sam looked at her with a "Are you serious?" Face, dean tried holding back his laugh as he held sams fork out to him.

Sam snatched his fork away from Dean, then put it in his mouth, holding it between his teeth as he grabbed his small container of ranch, and poured it into the the cup of salad.

Alison watched him as he picked up the cup, and started shaking it, like a milkshake. Dean looked up at him.

Sam looked up at them, and stopped.

"You shake it up, baby." Dean told him.

Alison snickered, grabbing her cheeseburger. Sam continued shaking his cup.

Alison felt eyes on them, she looked straight ahead of her, then turned her head to see the boy who gave them their food, looking at them.

Alison raised a brow at him. She chuckled as his eyes widened a little, he looked away.

Alison turned her attention back to her family.

"Dude, don't tell me you still have the hots for our babysitter." Sam scoffed at his brother.

"What? No!" Dean scoffed back. "That's weird. I'm just saying that she looked good—"

"Katie looked pretty good." Alison smirked before taking a bite of her burger.

"That is not the kind of good I meant, Alison." Dean smacked the back of her head.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed. She smacked his arm. He turned to her and hit her back. Alison put her burger down, and punched Dean in the arm.

"Ow, you little jerk!" Dean shoved her, using both hands.

Alison smacked his hands, but Dean smacked her back. Then it broke out into a whole fight.

Dean was smacking and hitting at Alison, who was smacking at shoving at him. Like a sissy fight.

"Okay, break it up, you two." Sam spoke up.

Alison and dean looked over at him, Alisons shirt in deans fists, bringing her up to him, Alisons jacket was balled up in Alisons fist, daring him to bring it on.

They both hesitantly let go of each other. Alison sat up straight as Dean did the same.

Alison punched Dean in the arm one last time. Dean looked at her.

"I have to pee." Alison stated as she stood up, heading towards the bathroom.

Dean raised his hands, then let them fall back into his lap.

"You were saying?" Sam asked dean.

"I meant she's doing good." Dean stated. "You know, with her husband, and kid. This whole amityville thing being thrown at them when they're hanging tough." He said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

It was quiet for a short moment.

"You ever think you'd want something like that?" Dean asked his brother, breaking the silence.

Sam raised his brows.

"Wife, rugrats, the whole nine." Dean said.

Sam shook his head a little.

"No." He shrugged. "It's not really my thing anymore." He said. "But you have a small part of it."

"Yeah." Dean smiled a little, looking down at his hands. "I love her, Sam."

Sam smiled at his brother, then they both looked up as Alison had come back, wiping her wet hands on her jeans.

She noticed the two men looking up at her with smiles on their faces.

"What? What'd I miss?" Alison asked confused. "Somebody slipped on a wet floor, and I missed it." Alison sighed. "Damn it, I always miss the good stuff." She frowned, going and sitting beside her father.

"Nobody slipped on anything." Sam stated.

"Though, it would've been funny." Dean said, holding his fist up to his daughter.

Alison smiled, letting out a small laugh as she bumped her fist against deans.

"Anyways, what do you got?" Dean asked his brother.

"Uh, well." Sam started, glancing at his laptop. "That house of theirs, it's old. Really old, um, years." He stated. "I found a legend, it's unconfirmed, but still."

"Saying?" Alison asked, her mouth full of food.

"Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah picket." Sam said, turning his laptop to him.

"Why is it always the guys names Isaiah?" Alison asked.

Sam shrugged lightly.

"Legend has it, he hung a woman in his backyard, for witchcraft." Sam told them.

Alison and dean both leaned closer to the laptop screen.

"A woman named Maggie Briggs." Sam said.

"Okay, so an angry ghost witch." Dean stated.

"If it's true." Sam shrugged.

Alison nodded, she continued to eat her food, as the two men kept talking.

~~~

"Any luck?" Dean asked over the phone.

"Bupkis. I can't even find proof a woman named Maggie Briggs existed, much less where she was planted." Sam explained while Alison walked next to him.

"Alright. Well, we got a minute to breathe here, so, let's pick it up first thing." Dean told him.

"Okay, you bet. See you in a few." Sam hung up.

Alison and Sam both looked up as they heard a twig snap. The two looked at each other, Alison raised a brow.

"Okay. That wasn't like anything from a horror movie at all." Alison stated sarcastically.

Sam scoffed in agreement.

Alison chuckled, she felt her pockets, then he face fell.

"Dude."

"What?" Sam asked.

"I left my phone back at the library." She put her head in her hands, hitting her head with her fists.

"Okay, it's fine, I'll go back and get it. You know, you've been pretty forgetful lately, are you okay?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah. At least I think so." Alison shrugged a little.

"Alright, you just head on to the car, okay? I won't be long." Sam kissed her head.

"Okay, thanks uncle Sammy." Alison hugged him. "Sorry, by the way."

"It's fine, munchkin, don't worry about it." He chuckled, and ruffled her hair.

Sam turned and headed back where they had come from, Alison turned and headed towards where they parked the car.

She then heard another twig snap, she stopped, and looked around.

She furrowed her brows.

She let out a small cry as she was shot in the neck with something.

"Holy—" She pulled whatever it was out of her neck, and brought it up to see it.

It was some sort of a tranquilizer dart.

Alisons vision started spinning, then she passed out, falling back onto the ground.

~~~

Alisons eyes fluttered open, she groaned a little as she sat up, hearing thunder.

She looked down at herself, seeing she was wearing a weird outfit. It looked familiar, but she couldn't think of where she had seen it before.

She felt her neck, then got up.

Alison was confused.

What the hell happened?

She realized she was in the woods. Alison  started through, trying to find her way out.

Once she did, she found a road and followed it. After walking for a few minutes, she heard a police siren.

"I think we got him." She heard as the police car pulled up beside her.

"Mr. Frankel." He said.

Alison pulled back.

"Mr?" She questioned.

"Mr. Gary Frankel." The officer said.

Alison tilted her head in confusion.

"Who?" She asked.

"Your parents are worried sick about you, son." The cop told her.

"My family? You mean my uncle and my dad? No, that can't be right, they wouldn't call the cops to come find me, they would come themselves." Alison stated.

"Come on, get in before you freeze to death." The cop told her.

Alison hesitated.

What was happening?

She grabbed the handle of the back door, and opened it. She then climbed in.

The officer turned his sirens off, then started down the road.

After a short while of driving, the officer pulled into the driveway of a big house.

The officer got out first, then alison got out.

"Thanks, but...where are we?" Alison asked him.

"You're home, son." The cop told her.

"Sir, we're not staying here, my family isn't here, they're at—"

"Gary!"

Alison turned her head to see a woman and a man running towards her.

"Oh, god!" The woman cried, hugging Alison tightly.

Alison froze, feeling very uncomfortable. It only got worse when the man hugged her too.

"Whoa! Hey, I'm sorry, what's going on?" Alison gently pushed them away.

"What do you mean?" The woman asked her.

"Lady, I don't know you, who are you?" She asked.

"Young man, are you drunk?" The man asked her.

"What? No! And could you people stop with the son, and young man? I am a young lady. My dad doesn't think so, he's still caught up with the whole you're my little girl thing, but that's an exception." Alison stated. "And who the hell are you, by the way?" She questioned the man.

"Gary, are you drunk?" The woman demanded. "Answer your father."

"My father?" Alison questioned. "My father isn't here, he's probably going insane because I'm not with him!" Alison stated. "Look—" she turned towards the cop car, but froze.

Alison put her hand against the window, looking closely at her reflection. It wasn't even her looking back.

It was the boy from the diner.

Alisons breathing sped up, she was freaking out.

"Who the hell is that!" She demanded, backing away from the window. "Who is that?!" She pointed at the reflection.

"He's out of his gourd." The man said. "Young man, I'm very surprised at you."

Alison just nodded, her eyes staying on the reflection.

"Tell me about it." She was breathing heavily.

~~~

Gary looked at himself in the mirror. He turned to the side, looking at his butt in the mirror, he raised his brows.

He was looking at Alisons reflection.

"Oh, yeah." He smirked. "I mean, this is not what I signed up for, but I'm not complaining." He chuckled.

He walked out of the bathroom, then the front door opened.

"Alison!"

Gary looked up, seeing two men come in and close the door.

"Where the hell have you been, young lady?!" Dean rushed to her, checking her for injuries.

Gary raised his brows as Dean grabbed his chin, turning his head to check his face from scratches, bruises, or cuts.

"Where the hell have you been, we've been looking for you everywhere!" Sam stated.

"I picked up some food." Gary pointed towards the bag of food on the table.

He picked it up.

"Bacon burger turbo, large chilly cheese fry, a hell quake salad shake?" He asked the two men. "Right?"

Dean took off his jacket, tossing it onto the bed.

He then crossed his arms, standing up straight, looking Gary straight in the eye.

"Listen to me, Alison Winchester. You never run off like that again, you hear me? Even if it is to get food, you come to me, or Sam, we will get it." Dean told him.

Gary gulped, and nodded.

Dean raised his brows at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes." Gary nodded.

"Yes what?" Dean questioned.

"Yes, sir?" Gary spoke in a more questioning tone.

Dean grabbed the bag of food, Sam let his eyes linger on Gary.

Dean pulled out his food, then Sams salad. But he then pulled out another hell quake salad shake, both men furrowed their brows.

"Oh, that's mine." Gary smirked, grabbing it from Dean.

Dean and Sam stared at him.

"What?" He asked them. "Oh, we're gonna wanna eat these on the road." He said.

"Why?" Sam questioned.

"The maid came in, and saw that, and now they're all freaking out." Gary gestured to the guns on the bed.

Dean turned to him.

"Why'd you let the maid in?" He questioned him.

"It just happened!" He raised his arms.

Dean looked him up and down.

"Whatever. We gotta hit the head, then we'll take off." Dean said.

Sam sighed.

"Alright, I'll be out in five." Gary said as Dean went into the bathroom.

Gary then turned to see Sam looking right at him.

"Okay, what the hell happened back there?" Sam questioned.

"What do you mean?" Gary asked.

"I mean, you just disappeared." Sam stated.

"I told you, I went to get food." Gary said.

"You're eating a salad." Sam gestured to it in his hands.

"And?"Gary asked.

"You literally gag at the thought of a carrot." He stated.

"Oh." Gary raised his brows, then shrugged.

Sam scoffed, then stood up.

"Here's your phone." He held it out to him.

Gary took it, and shoved it into Alisons Jeans pocket.

~~~

Dean got into the impala as Sam and Gary were already in. Gary had thrown all the phones in the glovebox away before Sam came out.

Dean sat in the drivers seat, then Gary piped up.

"Hey, can I drive?" He asked.

Dean and Sam both looked back at him, then at each other.

Sam was surprised as Dean actually let Gary into the drivers seat, he sat in the back.

Gary smirked as he ran his hands over the wheel.

"Oh, hell yeah." He smirked, starting up the car. "This is so sweet." He chuckled, revving up the engine.

"You wanna get the led out already, come on, kid." Dean spoke up.

Gary pulled the shift down.

"Reverse." Sam said. "You put it in—"

Gary stepped on the pedal, deans eyes widened as the car went backwards, instead of forwards, backing into the dumpster.

"It's in reverse." Sam stated, looking at gary.

"Come on, Alison, I taught you better than that!" Dean smacked the back of Alisons head.

Gary cried out.

"Get out." Dean demanded, opening his back door, and getting out.

Gary hesitantly followed.

"I am really, really sorry." He apologized, walking to the back.

"Shut up. You better be glad I love you." Dean muttered the last part.

~~~

"This is deans other, other cell, so you must know what to do." Alison listened to the voicemail.

"Dad, I've called every phone we've got. Where are you guys?" Alison asked. "So...this is gonna sound crazy. Like, really crazy. But crazy is our middle name, right? Dad, I think I'm in the wrong body. Could definitely use a little— no. A lot of help here, um...dude, I have resisted the urge to pee for the last three hours. Help me." Alison pulled the phone down, taking a small breath. "And I think I have asthma." She stated. "Call me back!" She pressed the button on the phone, turning to look at herself, or Gary's self in the mirror.

She put in another number, and it started ringing.

"Luckystar motel."

"Hello, could you please connect me to room 102?" Alison asked.

"102? Oh, man, those guys checked out in the middle of the night." The guy on the other end told her.

"Wait, guys?" Alison asked.

"Well, there was a girl with them. One of the guys was wearing a leather jacket, one of them was a Sasquatch, the girl looked exactly like the shorter guy."

Alisons face fell, she then hung up.

Alison looked at the reflection in the mirror, seeing Gary looking back. She got closer to the mirror, the. Grabbed her chin, moving her jaw. She furrowed her brows.

"Who are you?" She quietly asked.

Alison inhaled deeply, turning, and heading out of the bathroom.

She then started going through Gary's room. She looked through the shelves, finding a bunch of magazines, but not what she was looking for.

Alison pulled out two binders, one read "Advanced placement chemistry 12." And the other read, "Advanced placement physics 12."

"Smartass." Alison muttered.

She then started going through Gary's closet.

She scoffed in amusement as she found a dearth Vader t shirt. She put it back up, then sighed.

"Virgin." She muttered.

Alison then looked under the bed, and pulled out a box. She put it up on the bed and started going through it.

The first thing she saw, she smirked at. She picked it up.

"Busty Asian beauties." She nodded. "Frustrated virgin." She opened the magazine and started flipping through the pages. "Dad has this one. Already looked at it." She tossed it over her shoulder.

She then continued going through the box, there was a checkbook, she tossed that aside. There was a baseball, she set that aside. There was a weird looking knife in there, Alison did not set that aside.

The blade was wrapped in a cloth, Alison set it down, then unraveled the cloth, revealing a devils trap on it.

"Witchcraft, huh, Gary?" Alison asked with a sigh. "You little satanic bastard." She shook her head.

"Gary! Breakfast!" Gary's mother called up.

"Leave me alone." Alison spoke in the same tone she did.

She went to keep going through the box.

"Gary!"

"Son of a bitch." Alison muttered, aggravated. "Alright, I'm coming!" She called out.

She then got up.

She got dressed into a black and blue striped hoodie shirt, and sand colored jeans out of Gary's closet, then headed downstairs.

She sat at the table where Gary's dad, and sister were. Gary's mom came to the table with a plate of breakfast, setting it in front of Alison.

"So, Gary." The man started. "I'd like to know what happened last night."

"That makes two of us." Alison stated.

"I mean, what happened with the plan money." The guy stated.

"The plan?" Alison asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Sat's? MIT's? You wanna be an engineer, you need a full ride, so tell me, how does getting drunk fit with the plan?" The man questioned Alison.

"Alright, listen, buddy." Alison started. "No offense, but I don't give a rats ass about your plan."

"Excuse me?" The man asked, his tone firm.

"Uh..." Alison let out a small chuckle. "Listen, have I seemed moody lately, withdrawn?" She asked them.

"Wow." Gary's sister looked down at her plate.

"Any occult fixations?

"What?" Gary's mom asked.

"Let me guess, I'm amazing in Latin." Alison said.

"You have an ear for languages."

"Uh— any of the neighborhood let's go missing recently?"

"Are you smoking drugs?" The man asked.

"Lenard! He is not smoking drugs."

"Have any of you seen me with a book? It would be big and old." Alison asked. "Leather-bound, maybe some strange writing on it? Or frankly I'm probably hiding it." Alison grabbed a piece of toast off of Gary's moms plate, and took a bite of it.

"Gary, no!" The woman put a hand on Alisons arm.

"What?" Ali asked mid chew.

"You're allergic to wheat gluten." Gary's mom stated.

Gary's sister laughed.

Alison put the toast down.

~~~

Alison groaned a little as she came out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She leaned against the stair railing, Gary's sister stood in the hallway, her arms crossed, staring at Alison weirdly.

"Gluten." Alison groaned.

"You seriously sprung a leak." The girl told her.

"What?" Alison asked.

"If mom or dad ever found that creepy old book of yours, you'd be grounded for a decade. And you bringing it up at breakfast?" She said.

"So there is a book." Alison said. "Cindy, where do I keep it?"

~~~

"So, where are we going anyway?" Gary asked as he followed behind Sam and Dean.

"To work." Dean stated, as if it were obvious.

Gary looked confused.

"The case?" Sam asked.

"Oh, right, yeah." Gary just went along. "The case, of course. Where do we start?"

"Well, since you and Sam couldn't find where Maggie Briggs was buried, now we have to do an all-day tombstone rolls, so we can dig her up." Dean stated.

"Wait, Maggie Briggs?" Gary asked. "You mean, like, the witch, Maggie Briggs?"

"Yes." Sam confirmed.

"Yeah, she's in the basement." Gary stated.

Sam and Dean stopped, looking up at him.

"Come again, what basement?" Sam questioned him.

"Isaiah pickets house. Okay, so, there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is, she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her, and buried her in the basement." Gary told them.

"He murdered a child." Dean said. "That explains the scratches. How do you know all this?" He questioned, sharing a look with Sam.

"Oh, I've done all kinds of research on it!" Gary said.

"When?" Sam asked.

"Oh, uh...last night." Gary said, nodding his head.

"Hm." Dean made a face. "Nice work, kid." Dean shrugged, he ruffled Alisons hair, but Gary scrunched his nose up.

Sam scoffed.

(Part two coming soon!)

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