(xFandom_Queenx, Here is the other request, I enjoyed writing this one as well, I hope you like it! This was 4,090 words, so it's a long one!)

Alison laughed as she jumped on the bed again, after dean had repeatedly told her to stop.

"Alison Winchester, I will not tell you again. Get off the bed, and stop jumping on it, right now." Dean grabbed her arm making her stop, Sam looked up at them.

Alison pulled her arm away from him, furrowing her brows.

"No! I don't want to!" Alison told him.

"I don't care what you don't wanna do, I said stop it!" Dean said, grabbing her and putting her on the ground. "Do not make me spank you, because you and I both know I will." Dean warned her, his hand still on her arm.

Sam looked back down at his book. He always felt uncomfortable when this happened.

Alison grabbed his wrist and shoved him off of her.

"Stop it!" Alison yelled at him.

"Then I suggest you cut it out." Dean said.

Alison glared at him as he walked away from her.

She climbed back up onto the bed, she looked up to see Dean looking at her, as if daring her to do it.

Sam looked between them.

But alison didn't start jumping on the bed again.

~~~

Alison let go of deans hand as she walked in between him and Sam. Dean looked down at her, seeing as she was still holding Sams hand.

He let his eyes linger on her.

As soon as he looked away from her, she let go of Sams hand. Sam looked down at her.

He really hoped Dean wouldn't see it, he had a rule for whenever they went to stores, and it was mainly because Alison had a habit of running off. But Alison had to hold somebody's hand the entire time they walked through the store.

And if she didn't, she got in trouble and got put in the corner when they got back.

Alison fell behind a little, looking at everything on the shelf. She looked up at Sam and Dean who weren't paying attention. She then ran out of the isle, into the middle of store.

Dean turned his head a little, and took a double take when he didn't see the girl.

"Alison?" He asked, looking around the corner. "Son of a bitch." He muttered. "You go that way, I'll go this way." He said, walking the opposite way of Sam who nodded.

Sam sighed.

Alison walked down one of the isles, humming a little song she made up.

"Alison!"

Ali jumped a little as she turned, seeing dean coming towards her. She shrieked and ran from him.

Dean cursed under his breath, chasing the girl. As she rounded the corner, dean grabbed her arm, and pulled her back.

"No!" Alison whined, trying to pull away from dean, but his grip was too strong.

"Alison Winchester, you know better than to run off in the middle of the store!" Dean scolded her.

"Let go!" Alison hit his arm, trying to make him let go of her, but he didn't.

"No ma'am, you can go sit in the car." Dean started pulling her down the isle.

"No!" Alison whined, pulling herself onto the floor.

"Alison, get up out of the floor, now." Dean pulled her up out of the floor, but alison wasn't cooperating, so she just fell back onto the floor.

"No!" Alison screamed.

Dean winced a little.

"I suggest you get your ass up out of the floor, and stop acting up." Dean told her, grabbing both of her arms and pulling her up.

"No! I don't wanna go out!" Alison whined, her eyes filling with tears.

"Get up!" Dean raised his voice at her.

"Dean?"

Sam came down the isle, immediately getting uncomfortable as he saw his brother fighting with Alison.

Alison kicked at dean, trying to get him away from her.

"Hey, cut it out!" Dean grabbed her ankles.

"No!" Alison cried, trying to kick at dean again, but his grip on her never loosened.

"You wanna help me out here, Sam?" Dean questioned his brother.

"Um..." Sam spoke nervously.

"Okay, you know what? Forget it! You can stay here." Dean let go of alison, as he got up off the ground. "Let's go, Sam." He walked past his brother.

"Dean, you can't—"

"Let's go!"

Sam looked at Alison who was sniffling, rubbing her eyes.

"Here, come on, munchkin." Sam quickly got down to Alison, picking her up off the floor, and standing her up. "Come on, let's go." He held his hand out to her, in which she took it.

Sam kissed her forehead, then stood up, leading her through the store. Alison starting calming down a little bit.

Sam led her out into the parking lot where Dean was waiting by the car.

"You finally decide to stop whining and crying?" Dean questioned the girl as he took her arm.

Alison pulled her arm away from him, furrowing her brows.

"You're going in timeout when we get back." Dean told her.

"No!" Alison yelled.

"Hey, Ali, calm down." Sam told her as he picked her up, putting her in the car.

He gave her a look, as Dean got into the drivers seat, very aggravated.

~~~

"You are staying right here, until I say you can get out, do you understand me?" Dean told his daughter as he turned her to the corner.

Sam glanced up at them.

"No!" Alison yelled, turning and pushing Dean away from her.

"Hey! I am sick of this attitude! You will stand in this corner, and you will not move until I say so!" Dean yelled at her, turning her back around into the corner.

"No!" Alison screamed and cried, turning back to dean. "No!"

"Be quiet, and stand there." He pushed her into the corner.

Sam sighed lightly, squeezing his eyes shut. He hated this.

"No!" Alison turned a hit dean.

Dean hit her hand, but alison didn't stop. She smacked him, and hit his chest.

"Alison Blythe! Stop it right now!" Dean yelled at her, pushing her back, accidentally making her hit her head on the wall.

Sam hated that he couldn't do anything. Alison was deans kid, not his.

Alison cried, kicking at dean. Dean grabbed her ankles, holding them down, then he grabbed her arm and pulled her up off the floor.

"Alison Blythe Winchester!?" He yelled at her. "Stop it right now! I am done with you, do you understand me?! I am done!"

Alison sobbed as she slid down the wall. She was very upset, and Dean yelling at her didn't help anything.

It never did.

Alison wasn't exactly a sensitive kid, but she definitely didn't like being yelled at, and when someone did yell at her, it only made matters worse. Dean seemed to have forgotten about that.

"Go away!" Alison screamed.

"Fine! You want me to go away? Then I'll go away!" Dean yelled at her, he got up and started towards the door.

"Dean." Sam started.

Dean grabbed his keys and stormed out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him.

"Dean!" Sam chased after his brother. "What the hell!" He yelled at him.

"Sam, I am done with her!" Dean yelled.

Alison ran to the window, looking out it, and watching the two men, hearing everything they were saying.

"Dean, she's a kid!" Sam stated.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it's hard to raise that kid!" Dean yelled. "God, she makes me regret everything sometimes!" He ran his hands through his hair.

"What do you mean, dean?" Sam asked.

"I mean raising her!"

Sam stared at his brother in shock, as Alison heart shattered.

Dean regretted his choice on her?

Alison cried as she ran away from the window.

"You don't mean that." Sam shook his head.

"Don't I? Just when I think I can handle this, just when I start thinking I can handle the single parent thing, she acts up—"

"She is a kid!" Sam yelled, cutting him off. "She's gonna test your patience, Dean, because she's a kid! That's what kids do! They're not supposed to listen, or hell, they aren't supposed to behave, Dean!" Sam told him. "And nobody said it was gonna be easy."

Dean looked down a little, disappointed in himself. He knew Sam was right.

"I know." He spoke up. "I know, and I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, dean." Sam stated. "Apologize to Alison, then talk to her, and work it out." He said.

Dean nodded a little. Sam and Dean headed back into the motel room.

"Alison, I'm sorr—" Dean started, but stopped as he saw no one in the room. "Alison?" He asked, going towards the bathroom, but no one was in there. "She's not in the bathroom!" Dean told his brother, coming out of the bathroom.

"Uh, dean?"

Dean looked up at Sam who was standing by an open window, with a chair shoved up against it.

"I don't think she's here at all." Sam said, looking up at him.

Dean clenched his jaw, holding back his tears.

~~~

Alison ran down the road, holding her teddy bear tightly in her arms, wiping her tears away with her sleeves. She sniffled as she ran across the sidewalk, and into an alleyway.

It was starting to get dark out, but Alison didn't really care. It was cold, and scary. Especially for a five year old.

Alison ran down the alleyway until she heard a noise making her gasp and stop. She looked around, but didn't see anything, she turned to face forward again, and as soon as she did, she felt hands on her face, she dropped her bear onto the ground.

Alison gasped as she grabbed the wrists of the person, she didn't know who, or what it was, but the thing had a bunch of tattoos.

It's eyes were glowing blue, and so were his hands that were placed against Alisons head.

Alisons eyes began to close, she felt lightheaded.

Before she knew it, everything went black.

~~~

Alison gasped awake as she felt someone shaking her.

"Alison, baby."

Alison shot up, breathing fast and heavy, her eyes landed on Dean who was looking at her very concerned.

"Hey, babygirl, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Dean asked her.

Alison quickly hugged Dean as tight as she could. Dean chuckled, hugging the little girl back.

"Alright, come on, mama and Jess are making breakfast." Dean said as he stood up with Alison in his arms.

Alison pulled back and looked at him.

"Mama? Jess?" She asked.

"Mm-Hmm. Are you feeling okay?" He asked her, seeing as she looked very confused.

Alison hesitantly nodded. Dean kissed her forehead as he left the small room with her.

They headed down the hallway and down the stairs, then entered the kitchen where a light brown haired woman was cooking over the stove, and a blonde woman was helping her.

Alison looked up at dean as he set her in a chair at the big table.

"Good morning, beautiful." Dean spoke as he made his way over to the woman cooking over the stove, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Good morning, dean." The woman chuckled a little, glancing up at him.

Dean smiled then kissed her, as the other woman smiled softly at them.

Alison was confused.

The lady Dean was hugging, turned to look at her. It was Hannah. It was her mother.

"Hey, good morning, sweetheart!" She smiled at her.

"Good morning." Ali spoke a little unsure.

"Morning, Alison, did you sleep good?" The blonde woman asked her.

Alison just nodded.

"Oh, jess, where's Sam?" Dean asked.

"He's out back with your dad." Jess told him.

Alison was so confused.

John was alive, so was Jessica, and her mother was with them. What the hell was going on?

"Okay, thanks." Dean smiled, heading towards the back door.

"I'm coming too!" Alison stated, sliding off the chair and running after him.

"Alright, she's coming too." Dean announced with a chuckle as he picked the five year old up.

Dean opened the back door and carried Alison out, closing it behind him. Dean walked out into the yard, Alison looked around, taking in everything.

Dean saw Sam and John talking by a big tree. Alison thought it was a little weird they weren't fighting, or arguing.

Alisons eyes landed on a big puppy, running up to Sam and John with a toy in his mouth. Sam held his hand down to the puppy, who gave him the toy, then sam threw it across the yard.

Dean chuckled a little as Alison watched the dog.

John smiled as his eyes landed on Alison, Ali immediately smiled back.

"Hey, pickle!" John chuckled, holding his hands out for her, which dean gave her to him.

Alison smiled, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him.

"I've missed you very much, pawpaw." She told him.

"Well, you just saw me yesterday, but I missed you, too." John chuckled.

Alison tilted her head a little, but brushed it off. She didn't even care. She missed her grandfather.

Dean had started talking to Sam, dean hit Sams chest as he smiled. John chuckled at his sons, the big puppy that Sam had thrown the toy for, came to ali and John.

"Hey, scooby." John smiled, petting his head.

Alison looked up at john, then back down at the Great Dane puppy, she giggled.

"Hi, scooby!" She cheered, petting his head as John got down to the dog.

"Dad."

John stood up as Sam called him.

"We need to talk about tonight." Sam smiled, dean smirked a little.

"Alright, me and Alison will go on in, you two girls over the plans, okay?" Dean said as John handed Alison over to him.

"What plans?" Alison asked curiously.

"Just plans, baby, don't worry about it." Dean told her.

Alison crossed her arms over her chest, huffing a little. Dean chuckled, kissing her temple, then he turned and started back towards the house, scooby following after then with his toy in his mouth.

Alison giggled at him, his ears flopping as he trotted along.

Dean opened the back door, letting scooby in first, then he stepped in, and closed the door back.

Dean walked into the kitchen where his mother was, up and awake.

"Good morning, mom." Dean kissed her cheek as he passed her.

Alisons eyes stayed on the woman. She had never seen Mary before.

"Good morning, Dean." Mary smiled softly.

Alison smiled at how beautiful she was.

"And good morning to you, angel!" Mary smiled at Alison.

"Good morning!" Alison giggled. "Daddy was right, you are very pretty!" She stated.

Mary's smile widened as Dean chuckled a little.

"Well, thank you, angel." Mary ruffled her hair.

Alison smiled, leaning back against deans chest.

Dean chuckled again, setting Alison down. Scooby licked her hand, making her giggle again.

"Where did mama go?" She asked.

"She might be upstairs baby." Dean told her.

"Oh, okay!" Alison said, turning and running up the stairs.

"Hey, slow down, don't run up the stairs." Dean gave her a look.

"Sorry, daddy." Alison rolled her eyes, slowing down and walking up the stairs. "Mama?" She called out.

"In here, honey!"

Alison turned her head, following her mother's voice into hers and deans room.

"Hi, mama." Alison smiled as she entered the room, going and climbing up onto the bed where Hannah was sitting.

"Hi, Alison." Hannah smiled at her.

"What are you doing?" Ali asked.

"I'm looking at pictures. You wanna see?" Hannah asked her.

Alison nodded, crawling up beside her.

"This was taken on mine and daddy's wedding day." Hannah said, holding up a picture of her and dean at their wedding.

"What's this one?" Alison asked, reaching into the box and pulling out a black photo, with a small white figure in the center.

"That's you." Hannah smiled.

"Me?" Ali questioned her.

"Yeah. You weren't born yet." Hannah told her.

"Then how did you get a picture?" The little girl asked, confusion very obvious on her face.

"Well, it was an ultrasound. Its hard to explain, but you'll learn about it when you're older." Hannah chuckled.

Alison crossed her arms.

"Why do adults always say that?" She asked.

Hannah let out a small laugh.

"No idea, honey." She shrugged.

Alison looked into the box again, and picked up a picture of Dean.

"He's happy." Alison smiled.

"He is." Hannah confirmed with a smile.

Alisons smile then slowly faded as she remembered what Dean had said.

"Ali? What's wrong?" Hannah asked her.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

Hannah watched the girl carefully, seeing as something was wrong, she just wasn't telling her.

"Okay." Hannah sighed, reached over and pushed a strand of Alisons hair behind her ear.

~~~

Sam and Dean ran down the street, calling out for Alison.

Being five years old, she couldn't have gotten far.

"Alison!" Dean called out.

"Ali!" Sam called.

"Sam, what if she's hurt?" Dean frantically said to his brother.

"I don't know, Dean. We don't know. You have to calm down." Sam told him.

"I can't calm down! It's my daughter, my little girl, and if she gets hurt, I will never forgive myself!" Dean yelled.

Sam let his eyes linger on his brother.

"Alison!" Dean started calling out again, turning down into an alleyway. "You think she might have gone this way?" He asked Sam who followed him.

Sam was quiet for a moment.

"Dean."

Dean looked up at him, then followed his eyes to an all too familiar bear laying in the gravel and dirt.

"Oh, god." Dean muttered, walking over and picking up the bear.

He squeezed it a little, Sam clenched his jaw as he thought the worst thing possible, but little did he know, Dean was thinking worse.

Sam sighed lightly, looking around. His eyes then landed on a security camera on a store, pointing in the direction of the alley way.

"Hey." Sam hit deans shoulder.

Dean looked over at him, then followed his eyes to the camera.

They looked at each other.

~~~

After dressing as FBI agents, the two men went to the store, and told the manager they needed to look at their cameras for private business, so of course they let them look.

Sam and Dean watched the screen as they sped up the recording.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait! Right here." Sam stopped the recording, and slowed it down.

Dean sat up straight as they saw a little girl run into the frame, a teddy bear in her arms. The same teddy bear they found in the alley.

It was Alison.

They watched Alison stop in the alley, and look around as if she heard something.

Dean clenched his jaw as Sams face fell when they saw something in a black coat behind Alison. As soon as Ali turned, she gasped, then the person, or thing, put his hands on her head.

His hands glowed blue, along with its eyes, and the two men immediately knew what it was.

"Djinn." Sam spoke quietly as Dean watched the recording.

After a moment, Alison passed out. The djinn picked her up and carried her out of the frame.

Dean paused it, and put his head in his hands.

"This is my fault." He said.

"Dean..." Sam sighed. "We're gonna find her. We just need to go to the store on the other end of the alley, and look at their cameras. That'll tell us where they went."

"Right." Dean muttered. "Let's go." He got up, going towards the door.

~~~

Alison picked at her food as it was now dinner time. She learned that everyone was staying at Mary and johns place for the summer.

She also learned this was exactly what she wished she had. A big happy family. She wished her grandparents were alive, so they were. She wished she had her mother, so she did. She wished Sam and Dean were happy, so they were.

She just didn't know why.

Dean noticed Alison not eating, which was pretty unusual.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." Ali told him.

Dean furrowed his brows at the girl.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"I'm fine!" Alison raised her voice, making everyone look at her.

"Hey, you do not take that tone with me, young lady." Dean warned her.

"Well, then stop asking if I'm okay! I'm fine!" Alison yelled.

"Alison—" Hannah started.

"Go to your room." Dean told her. "Now!"

Alison furrowed her brows, getting up and storming off to her room.

It was then silent at the table until they heard a door slam.

"Shit." Dean muttered, putting his head in his hands.

Hannah sighed, getting up and going not talk to Alison. John, Mary, Jess, and Sam all looked at each other uncomfortably.

Dean got up from his chair, and followed after Hannah.

Alison didn't look up as Hannah came into the room, a moment later, dean came in too.

"What's up with you today?" Hannah asked her.

"Nothing." Alison shrugged a little.

"Well, somethings up. You normally don't act like this." Dean stated.

Alison glanced up at him.

~~~

Sam and Dean watched the entire recording from the other store, and nothing ever showed up.

"Okay, so this means they stopped somewhere in the alley." Sam stated.

"Right. So, like an opening into one of the buildings." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Come on." Dean hit his arm as he stood up.

Sam followed him.

They came outside, and into the alleyway. They looked around, until they saw a fence, leading into a small hole in one of the buildings.

"Sam." Dean said, getting his brothers attention.

Sam came up beside him, following his eyes to the fence. He furrowed his brows, starting towards it.

Dean followed.

Once they got inside, they noticed everything was trashed, this place had been abandoned for a while.

The two men started walking through it, it didn't seem like anyone was there. They entered a room and their eyes landed on the same thing.

"Alison." Dean spoke.

There was the girl, sitting unconscious in a chair against the wall, an I.v. In her arm, something pumping through it.

The two men rushed to her.

"Alison, wake up!" He put his hand on her cold cheek, lifting her head up. "Alison!"

Sam pulled the i.v. out of her arm.

~~~

"You're not telling us something, Alison." Hannah said.

"There's nothing to tell!" Alison stated. "I'm okay!"

Hannah and Dean looked at each other just before Alison started feeling lightheaded.

She then passed out.

"Alison!"

~~~

Alison didn't move, but her eyes barely opened.

"Alison, baby, it's me! It's daddy, I need you to wake up!" Dean shook her a little. "Come on, kid." He muttered.

"Daddy..." Alison muttered in a questioning tone.

"Yeah, it's me!" Dean smiled a little, picking the girl up out of the chair bridal style.

"Sammys here?" She asked quietly, her words slurring a little.

"Yeah, munchkin, I'm here." Sam chuckled a little, ruffling her hair.

Alison smiled a tiny bit, her head falling against deans chest.

Dean kissed her head, holding back his tears.

"Where's teddy?" Alison asked, her eyes closing.

"He's at the motel, he's okay." Dean told her.

"Good." Alison let out a small breath.

Dean looked at Sam. Sam saw a look of relief on deans face. Dean kissed Alisons forehead, letting it linger for a moment.

"Come on, let's go before he gets back, we'll deal with him later." Sam said to dean, brushing past him.

Dean followed with a tired Alison in his arms.

~~~

Alison laid in bed, watching Scooby doo.

Dean walked in with food. His eyes immediately going to his daughter.

"I have food." He announced, Sam looked up at him.

Alison glanced over at Dean, but then looked back at the tv.

Dean furrowed his brows a little.

"Alison, baby, what's wrong?" Dean asked, walking towards her and sitting on the bed beside her.

Sam looked between them, then back down at his book.

Alison squeezed her teddy bear in her arms.

"I heard what you said. I'm sorry." Alison spoke quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked her.

"You said you regretted raising me." Alison said.

Dean inhaled deeply, looking down at his hands.

"Alison, I didn't mean it. There's no excuse for what I said." He told her. "I couldn't think about my life without you. I love you so much, and I'm sorry."

Alison smiled at Dean.

"I love you, daddy, I'm sorry too." She said.

Dean smiled at her. He leaned to her, and kissed her head.

"Alright, you want some food?" He asked her.

"Yeah!" Alison giggled.

Sam smiled at them.

Thank you so much for reading!