(Timeline doesn't add up, but for this chapter, Alison is 16!)

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"Agents Tyler, Perry, Grace, meet Frank O'Brien." The man said as he unzipped the body bag, revealing the corpse of the man.

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asked.

"Three days ago." The man nodded.

Sam hummed.

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and, according to this, a marathon runner." He said, opening the file in his hands.

Alison and Dean leaned towards him to look at the file.

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later. It's why i got job security." The doctor stated to them.

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here. Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee." Dean stated.

"All heart attacks. You don't think that's strange?" Alison asked.

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn, anyway?" He questioned.

"We just want to see the results of Frank's autopsy." Dean said.

The doctor looked between them.

"What autopsy?" He asked.

"The one you're gonna do." Alison stated, smirking at him.

~~~

"First dead body?"

"Far from it." Dean stated as they watched the man cut Frank's chest open. Alison slightly scrunched her nose up.

"Oh, good." The doctor nodded. "Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?"

Alison turned her head, and grabbed the tool off the tray beside the bed. She then handed it to the man.

"Yeah." The man sighed and used the tool on the corpse.

Alison glanced at Dean as the squishing sound filled the room. Dean tilted his head as he noticed something on Frank's finger.

"Is that from a wedding ring?" He asked, pointing at the tan line on his finger. "I didn't think Frank was married." He stated.

"Not my department." The doctor stated.

Sam reached forward and grabbed the corpse's wrist, turning his arm over, revealing a bloody scratch marks on his forearm, and bruises on his hand.

"Any idea how he got these?" He asked.

"You know what, when you drop dead, you actually tend to drop." The man stated. "Boy probably got scraped up when it hit the ground."

The man then hummed.

"What?" Alison asked.

"I-i can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries." He said just before he tore the man's heart out.

Alison gagged, dean doing the same.

"Heart looks pretty damn healthy." The doctor stated. "Hold that a second, would you?" He handed it to Alison.

Alison took the heart as the man practically forced it into her hands. Sam held back a slight laugh as Dean smirked.

As the man began to do something else, blood sprayed out of the body onto Sam's face. Alison smiled, and looked at the heart in her hands, smirking. She was now happy with her heart.

"Oh, sorry. Spleen juice." The doctor apologized to Sam.

Dean chuckled.

~~~

Alison tapped her foot against the floor as they waited, sitting in some chairs against the wall.

The officer behind the counter smiled at them.

"Hell's bells, Linus. have you seen my--" The sheriff started as he opened his door to come out of his office, but stopped when he saw the Winchesters.

The three stood up.

"Who are they?" He asked.

"Federal Agents. I, uh--" The man behind the counter, Linus, started.

"And you kept them waiting?" the sheriff questioned him.

"You-- you said not to disturb." Linus stated.

"Come on back, fellas." The sheriff gestured for the Winchesters to follow him into his office.

They followed him to the door, just before he stopped them.

"Shoes off." He told them.

Alison looked down at her converses, and got down to untie them. She slipped her shoes off of her feet as Sam and Dean did the same. They waited for Alison to finish before she stood up. She took longer to get her shoes off considering her shoes had ties, however Sam and Dean's were just simple slip on's.

The three looked at the sheriff who then allowed them into his office.

The sheriff closed the door behind him and cleared his throat.

"Al Britton." He walked around in front of the Winchesters and held his hand out to them. "Good to meet you." He shook Deans hand, then Sams, then Alison's.

"You too." She nodded.

The man then gestured for them to take a seat, in which they did, Alison sitting in between the brothers.

"Thank you." Sam thanked him.

Al sighed and sat down in his own chair with a loud sigh as he grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer.

They watched him pour an entire handful into his hand, then put the bottle down and start rubbing it in.

Dean slightly raised a brow at the man then looked over at Sam and Alison.

Alison tried to avoid eye contact with Al as she looked around the room, scratching the back of her neck.

"So..." He started. "What can i do for uncle Sam?"

"Well, we're looking into the death of Frank O'Brien." Sam told him. "We understand some of your men found his body."

"They did." Al nodded. "Me and Frank--we were friends." He sighed. "Hell, we were gamecocks."

Dean and Alison both chuckled making Sam and Al both look at them. They both immediately shut up.

"That's our softball team's name." Al stated, Dean hummed. "They're majestic animals."

Alison and Dean looked at each other, then back at the man.

Alison barely shook her head, saying she had no idea what he was talking about.

"I knew Frank since highschool. To be honest, i just this morning got up the strength to go see him. Frank was...he was a good man." Al told them.

"Yeah." Alison nodded. "Big heart."

Sam and dean both looked at her.

"Before he died, did you notice Frank acting strange?" Sam asked the man. "Maybe scared of something?"

"Oh, hell, yeah." Al nodded. "Real jumpy."

"You know what scared him?" Sam asked.

"No. Wouldn't answer his phone. Finally, I sent some of my boys over to check on him, and, well, you know the rest." He stated.

Al then started coughing, he grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer, pouring another handful into his hand.

The Winchesters looked at each other.

"So, why the feds give a crap? You don't really think there's a case here?" Al questioned.

"No, no. It's probably nothing." Dean said. "Just a heart attack."

~~~

"No way that was a heart attack." Alison stated as they walked across the road.

"Definitely no way." Sam said. "Three victims, all with those same red scratches, all went from jittery to terrified to dead within 48 hours."

"Something scared them to death?" Dean questioned.

"Alright, so, what can do that?" Alison asked.

"What can't?" Dean asked. "Ghosts, vampires, chupacabra? It could be a hundred things."

"Yeah. So we make a list and start crossing things off." Sam said.

"Alright, who's the last person to see Frank O'Brien alive?" Alison asked.

"Uh, his neighbor, Mark Hutchins." Sam stated.

"Hang on, hey." Alison stopped them.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there." She stated.

The brothers looked over and saw four teenage boys standing by the impala, two were on their bikes.

"Let's walk this way." Alison pushed past them, walking around.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

~~~

Alison looked around with wide eyes, seeing so many animals staring at her in all different directions.

"So, the last time you saw Frank O'Brien?" Dean started.

"Monday. He was watching me from his window." Mark said. "I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains."

"Hm. Did you speak to him recently?" Sam asked. "Did he seem different? Uh, scared?"

"Oh, totally. He was freaking out." Mark stated.

Dean looked over at Alison who was looking around, a slightly disturbed look on her face.

"Do you know, uh— do you know what scared him?" Alison finally spoke up.

"Well, yeah, witches." Mark said, gently petting the snake around his neck.

"Witches?" Dean questioned. "Like...?"

"Well, wizard of oz was on tv the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him."

The Winchesters looked at each other.

"Anything else scare him?" Sam asked.

"Everything else scared him— Al-Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener, those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes— lots of stuff." Mark said.

Alisons eyes shifted to a huge iguana in a tank, then to a tarantula in another tank.

"So, tell me— what was Frank like?" Sam asked.

"I mean, he's dead, you know? I-I don't want to hammer him, but he got better."

"He got better?" Dean asked.

"Well, in high school he was— he was a dick." Mark told them.

"A dick?" Dean questioned.

"Like a bully. I mean, he probably taped half the towns butt cheeks together, mine included." Mark stated.

Alison chuckled a little, but then shut up.

"So he pissed a lot of people off." She said. "You think anyone would have wanted to get revenge?" She asked.

"Well, I don't...Frank had a heart attack, right?"

"Just answer the question, sir." Dean told him.

"No. I don't think so. Like I said, he got better after what happened to his wife."

"His wife?" Dean asked. "So he was married."

"She died about 20 years ago. Frank was really broken up about it." Mark said.

Alisons eyes shifted to the snake around Marks neck, and the man definitely noticed. He then laughed.

"Don't be scared of Donny. He's a sweetheart. It's Marie you got to look out for." He said, his eyes shifted over Alisons shoulder. "She smells fear."

Sam and Dean both took a double take when seeing the yellow snake slither it's way towards Alison. She slowly looked over at it and inhaled sharply as she immediately looked away.

Alisons expression changed into a terrified one, and she looked like she was constipated. Dean chuckled at her.

The snake slithered over Alison hand and thigh, starting down her leg.

She was trying not to pass out.

~~~

Alison scratched her forearm as she sat in the drivers seat of the impala, looking at a paper. She looked up as the passenger side door opened, along with the back door.

Sam got into the backseat and Dean sat in the passenger seat.

"Hey." Dean said. "Any luck at the county clerks office?" He questioned her.

"I'm not sure i'd call it luck." Alison stated. "Franks wife, Jessie, was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds back in '88 and vanished. They found her two weeks later, three towns over, strung up in her motel room— suicide." Alison told them.

"Any chance Frank helped her along to the other side?" Sam asked, leaning up towards the front seat.

"No, Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight Alibi." She said as she turned on the car.

~~~

"How's was franks place?" Alison asked as she drove down the road.

"Clean." Dean stated.

"We searched it top to bottom. No emf, no hex bags, no silver." Sam said.

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons." Alison stated. "3 down and 97 to go."

"Yeah." Dean sighed.

Dean glanced over at the speedometer.

"Dude, you're going 20." He stated making Sam look up.

"And?" Alison questioned.

"That's the speed limit." Dean said.

"What? Safety's a crime now?" Alison questioned him.

Sam chuckled.

As Alison continued driving, she drove right past the hotel they were staying in.

"Where are you going? That was our hotel." Sam stated.

"Sammy, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal." Alison told him.

Dean looked over at her.

"Did I just say that? That was kinda weird." Alison chuckled.

"Hey, you hear that?" Dean spoke up.

Sam looked around for a moment just before pulling the Emf detector out of his jacket pocket.

He turned back and forth, and waved it around. It seemed to only be going off near Alison.

"Am I haunted?" She frantically asked. "Am I haunted?!"

~~~

"Yeah, alright, Bobby, keep looking." Sam said on the phone as he and Dean were walking towards the impala.

They slowed down a little as they heard Eye of the tiger playing. They looked towards the impala, but didn't see anyone sitting in it.

The brothers looked at each other before walking over to the car, seeing Alison laying down in the front seat, air drumming to the beat.

Dean smiled a little just before Sam loudly knocked on the roof of the impala making Alison shoot up with a panic shout.

She turned the music off, and opened the door, getting out of the vehicle.

"Dudes." She started, breathing heavily. "Look at this." She held out her arm to them, showing her the red scratch marks on her forearm.

"We just talked to Bobby." Sam told her as he held out a box of pie to her.

"And?" Alison looked between them.

"You're not gonna like it." Dean stated as Alison took the box of pie and tossed it into the impala through the window.

He furrowed his brows a little, Sam doing the same.

"What?" She asked them.

"It's ghost sickness." Sam told her.

"Ghost sickness?" She questioned.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"God, no." Alison leaned against the car.

"Yeah."

Alison looked between her father and her uncle.

"I don't even know what that is."

"Okay." Dean said. "Some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease, which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes." He said.

"Okay, just get to the good stuff." She told them.

"Symptoms are you get anxious...and scared, then really scared, then your heart gives out." Sam said.

"Sound familiar?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah, but, guys, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks." Alison stated.

"Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost." Sam told her. "Look, once a spirit infects that first person, ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever. It's like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brien was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero."

"Our very own outbreak monkey." Alison nodded.

"Right. Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament...which is where he must have infected the other two victims." Dean said.

"Were they gamecocks?" Alison asked.

"Cornjerkers." Sam stated.

"So, ghosts infected Frank, he passed it on to the other guys, and I got it from his corpse?" Alison questioned.

"Right." Dean nodded.

"So now, what, I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops?" She asked them.

"More like 24." Sam said.

"Super." Alison said sarcastically. "Well, why me? Why not either of you? I mean, dad was standing right there, and you got hit with the spleen juice." She stated, gesturing from Dean to Sam.

"Yeah, um, you see, Bobby and I have a theory about that, too. Turns out all three victims shared a certain, uh, personality type. Frank was a bully. The other two victims— one was a vice principal, the other was a bouncer." Sam told her.

"Okay." Alison shook her head in a questioning manner.

"Basically, they were all dicks." Dean stated.

Alison raised her brows at her father.

"So you're saying I'm a dick?" She questioned him.

"Well..." Dean trailed off jokingly.

Alison hit his arm making him chuckle a little.

"It's not just that, though." Sam spoke up again. "All three victims used fear as a weapon, and now this disease is just returning the favor."

"I don't scare people." Alison stated.

"Alison, all we do is scare people." Dean stated.

"Okay, well, then, you're both dicks, too." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not. Dean on the other hand..." Sam trailed off.

Dean made a face, saying he wasn't gonna deny it.

"Whatever." Alison said as she shook her head. "How do we stop it?"

"We gank the ghost that started all this." Dean stated. "We do that, the disease should clear up."

"You thinking Frank's wife?" Alison asked, looking between the men.

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know?" Sam shrugged.

Alison exhaled sharply.

"Hey, what are you doing waiting out here, anyway?" Dean asked her.

Alison hesitated.

"Our rooms on the fourth floor." She told them.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, then back to the girl.

"It's— its high." She said, glancing at the ground.

Sam lightly scoffed while Dean chuckled.

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first."

"Thanks." Alison said, scratching the back of her neck.

"Sure." Sam said, walking off.

Dean looked to Alison who lightly whined.

"Man." She turned, opening the driver side door, getting in the car.

She grabbed the box of pie, opening the lid. She stared at the pie for a moment.

She closed the lid and handed the box to her father through the rolled down window.

"You're not gonna eat it?" Dean questioned her.

Alison gave him a look.

"Suit yourself." Dean shrugged, flipping the lid open.

~~~

Alison stared at the clock as it ticked by the second. She blinked, trying to focus again, looking back down at the open book in front of her.

She furrowed her brows at the pictures and words on the pages.

"Ghost sickness are affected by hallucinations...horrible death..."

Alison coughed into her fist, her eyes shifting to the picture.

It was of a women, her heart exploding out of her chest.

She furrowed her brows again, her hand coming up to her chest, clutching a fistful of her shirt.

Her eyes shifted to the other picture, it was of a man throwing up blood. Her eyes then shifted to the words below the picture.

"...by fever and delirium You're dying...death."

Alisons eyes scanned over the page.

"Again. Loser."

She read in between paragraphs.

Her eyes slightly widened, her vision slightly blurring, the pictures on the book seemingly shaking in her hands.

Alison reached up, squeezing her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose.

She pulled her hand away, lightly sniffling.

"You gonna cry?"

She read.

"...has appeared throughout history...Baby gonna cry?"

Alison blinked hard once again, dropping the book onto the table. Her eyes shifted up to the clock.

Why was it so loud? If it would just—

"Shut up!?" Alison shot up from her chair, storming over and grabbing the clock off the wall.

She then threw it across the room, the glass shattering, the clock broken.

"Do it again! I dare you!" She told it.

It was quiet.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

She turned towards the desk again, but stopped dead in her tracks as she heard it once again.

Alison turned her head back to the clock.

~~~

Sam and Dean walked into the room, their eyes immediately shifting to the broken clock on the floor, broken glass surrounding it as wires stuck out from the sides.

Dean looked around as Sam's eyes landed on Alison who sat on the couch, sipping on a coke, her shoes propped up on the table.

Sam closed the door behind them.

"Everything okay?" Dean asked the girl.

"Oh, yeah." Alison nodded. "Just peachy." She gave a sarcastic smile. "You guys find anything?"

"Yeah." Sam said, setting down the bag in his hand. "Jessie O'Brien's body was cremated, so I'm pretty sure she is not our ghost." Sam said as he sat on the couch, Dean headed to the fridge for a beer.

Alison scratched at her forearm.

Sam raised his shoes up onto the table, and lightly kicked Alisons foot.

"Hey." He said.

Alison looked over at him, still scratching.

"Quit picking at that." He scolded her.

Alison reluctantly stopped.

"How are you feeling?" Dean spoke up, making his way over with a cold beer in his hand.

"Awesome." Alison said sarcastically, giving another sarcastic smile. "It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like." She said.

"Yeah." Sam said quietly.

Alison lightly coughed, raising her coke to her mouth.

"It's freaking delightful." She said.

"We'll keep looking." Dean told her.

Alison lowered her can, beginning to cough. She pulled her fist to her mouth, sitting up straight. 

Dean immediately stood up straight.

"Alison?" He asked as she leaned forwards, gasping and coughing.

She was choking.

"Alison!" Dean rushed towards her, putting a hand on her arm and one on her back.

Alison got up, running for the kitchen sink.

Sam and Dean quickly followed.

Alison coughed into the sink, and coughed up a bloody wooden chip.

She reached into the sink, picking it up into her hand. She then turned on the water, rinsing it off.

She held it up for the three of them to see.

"We've been completely ignoring the biggest clue we have—" Sam stated, looking up at Alison. "You." He exhaled sharply as Alison made a face.

She looked up at her father.

"I don't wanna be a clue." She said.

Dean couldn't help but smile just a little.

"The abrasions, this— the disease, it's trying to tell us something." Sam said.

"Tell us what— wood chips?" Alison questioned, furrowing her brows.

Sam chuckled.

"Exactly." Dean said.

Alison furrowed her brows, still not getting it.

~~~

The impala rolled to a stop in front of "Cassity & Sons Lumber Mill"

Alison shrunk down into her seat, not liking how the outside of the place looked.

It looked beyond haunted.

Dean cut the engine, and he and Sam began to get out.

Alison reluctantly followed.

She swallowed thickly, shaking her head.

"I'm not going in there." She told them.

"We need backup, and you're all we've got." Dean told her.

"You two go by yourselves all the time!" Alison stated, furrowing her brows.

"Okay, so what if there's five spirits in there, huh?" Dean asked.

"More the reason for me to stay out here." Alison smiled.

"Okay, so what if three men with guns pull up here and we're inside so you're defenseless?" Dean asked, humming.

Sam gave his brother a look.

Alison glanced at the ground.

"That was just hateful. Why would you do that?" She said, a slight look of fear on her face.

"You're going in with us, Alison." Dean said.

Dean walked around to the trunk with Sam. Alison reached up to her face, whining as she rubbed at her temples.

She made her way back to the trunk with the two men. They dug in the trunk as Alison looked over the building.

"It's a little spooky, isn't it?" She said.

Sam just glanced at her.

Dean grabbed Alisons gun out of the trunk, holding it out to her.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that." She told him, shaking her head.

Dean stood up straight, giving her a look.

"It could go off!" Alison defended.

Sam looked at her.

Alison turned, reaching into the trunk and grabbing the flashlight.

"I'll man the flashlight." She said, gripping it right with both hands, holding it up against her chest.

Dean slightly turned away from Alison, trying to contain his grin.

"You do that." Sam smiled a little.

It was like Alison was three again.

Alison smiled a little, glad to just have her flashlight.

They then turned towards the building.

The three Winchesters walked into the old run down mill. Alison shined the flashlight along the walls and the floor, Sam walked in front of Alison, and Dean walked beside her, both of them having guns in their hands.

They then heard the EMF meter going off in Sam's pocket. He fished it out, holding it up, but it only lit up when it got close to Alison.

Alisons eyes shifted from the device to Sam who glanced at her.

"EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?" She asked, slightly smirking.

Sam let out a deep breath.

"Looks like it." Dean said.

Sam turned off the device, continuing forward.

"Come on." He said.

"Wait—" he said, holding his arm out to Alison who gasped as his sudden stop.

Dean gently laid his hand on Alisons shoulder, lightly squeezing to let her know it was okay.

Sam crouched down, picking something up off the ground. It was a ring.

"To Frank. Love, Jessie." He read off the band.

"Frank O'Briens ring." Dean said. "What the hell was Frank doing here?"

"No idea." Sam said.

The three continued down a hallway, Alison stopped mid-step as they heard metal rattling around the corner.

They slowly rounded the corner, revealing some metal lockers. One was rattling from the inside.

Alison stood back, shining the light onto Sam who stepped to the locker, then to the locker itself.

Dean swallowed thickly, Sam reached to the locker door.

He looked to Dean and Alison, mouthing.

"On three." He said.

Alison nodded.

"One. Two. Three!" Sam yanked the door open.

Alison screamed bloody murder as a white cat hissed, jumping out of the locker.

Sam and Dean jumped at Alison, looking at her as she let out deep breaths, leaning down on her knees.

"Oh! That was scary!" She breathed out.

Dean pulled his hand over his face, covering his eyes.

Sam turned, walking right past them.

Dean followed after his brother.

"Wait." Alison whimpered, quickly following after them.

They walked down another hallway, Alison stood very close to her father.

They walked into a room, papers thrown everywhere. Sam went to look at stuff, Dean followed him.

Alison looked around, walking over to a desk with her flashlight still gripped tight in her hand.

She walked over, moving a paper off of a drawing of a woman.

"Hey, this is, uh..." Alison started, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded paper.

She unfolded it, it was a newspaper article that was printed out off of a computer.

"...this is Franks wife." She said.

"Plot thickens." Dean said as he and Sam started over to the girl.

"Yeah...but into what?" Alison asked.

Alison picked up the drawing, and the Mill started running.

She let out a small shout, turning, shining her flashlight everywhere as if it would protect her from anything and everything.

"Da— hey, dad?" She grasped onto Deans arm, feeling nothing but fear shiver down her spine as the whole factory basically came to life.

She then saw a big man standing in the corner of the room, his back facing them.

She stood there, staring, flashlight shining, unable to speak.

Sam noticed her staring, so he followed her eyes to the man.

"Dean!" He said.

Dean turned, pointing his gun as Sam pointed his. The two men slowly walked towards the man in the corner.

"Hey!" Dean said.

Alison slightly shook.

Sam and Dean looked back towards Alison, only to see her sprinting out the door.

Dean scoffed at her, then they turned to see the man now turned to them.

Dean pulled back, the man then started running towards them.

Sam shot him, and he disappeared.

Alison sat outside, drinking from Deans flask as she sat behind the impala. Sam and Dean then came running out of the building.

"Guess we got the right place." Dean said, holding up an ID card.

~~~

"This is the Garland file." Linus gave Sam a file over the desk.

"Thanks." Sam took it, clearing his throat.

Alison and Dean stood behind Sam, Alison scratched at her forearm over her sleeve.

Linus's eyes shifted to her as she lazily stood there, her arms swaying by her sides.

She then glanced back at a woman who sat on a bench.

"Is she...drunk?" Linus questioned Sam.

Sam swallowed thickly, looking back at Alison and Dean.

Dean was trying to get Alison to stand up straight, but she kept slouching.

Alison looked to Sam, giving him a lazy thumbs up and a wink.

Sam turned back to the deputy.

"No." He told him. "Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. What does that mean?"

"The guy died 20 years ago— before my time." Linus stated. "Sorry."

"Then can we talk to the sheriff?" Sam asked.

"Um, he's out sick today." Linus told him.

"Well, if you see him, will you have him call us? We're staying at the bluebird. Mind if I take this?" Sam held up the file.

The deputy shook his head.

Sam nodded and turned, going to Alison and Dean.

Sam walked past them, telling them to come on.

Alison looked to the deputy who looked at her.

"Know what?" She told him.

Dean glanced between them.

Alison pointed at him.

"You're awesome." She told the man.

Linus smiled, lightly chuckling.

"Thanks. Um, y-you too, I guess." Linus said.

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling Alison with him, following after Sam.

~~~

The three rounded the corner, Alison gasped as a lady with a drip bag rounded the corner at the same time.

Alison let out a small groan, leaning against the wall.

Dean put his hand on her back, leading her with them.

"This isn't gonna work." She told them. "I mean, come on, these badges are fake. What if we get busted? We could go to jail." Alison stated.

"Alison, shh! Calm down." Sam told her, stepping in front of her. "Deep breath, okay?"

He inhaled deeply, telling her to follow his actions.

Alison took a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth with Sam.

"There. You feel better?" Sam asked.

Alison shook her head with no hesitation.

"Just come on." Sam said.

Alison inhaled deeply.

"And don't scratch." Sam added.

They walked into a cafeteria where a man was sitting at a table, his head against his hand.

Sam cleared his throat as they approached him.

"Mr. Garland." He started as they walked around to him. "Um, I'm agent Tyler." Sam told him. "This is Agent Perry, and Agent Grace— FBI." He said. "We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther."

The man looked between them.

"Let me see some ID."

Alisons eyes widened and she looked at Dean who barely glanced at her, nudging her shoe with his.

"Certainly." Dean said, fishing his badge out of his jacket, Sam doing the same as he cleared his throat.

Alison dug hers out of her jacket pocket and they held them out to the man.

"Sending 'em out in groups of three now?" The man joked, taking the badges.

Alison swallowed thickly.

"Those are real." She told him. "Obviously."

Dean cleared his throat loudly, both him and Sam looking over at the girl.

"I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh?" She chuckled. "That's just nutty."

Dean stomped on the girls foot and she bit the inside of her cheek, looking over at her father.

The man closed the badges and held them back out to the three, but he stopped when Alison went to take hers.

"You're a bit young to be a FBI Agent, don't you think?" He said.

Alisons face fell, she looked back at Dean with wide eyes.

"No! Why wou— why would you say that?" She asked frantically.

"She's new. A rookie." Sam said.

"What do you want to know?" Mr. Garland asked.

"Uh, well..." Sam started as they sat down in some chairs. "According to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma." Sam said, opening the file.

Mr.Garland scoffed.

"You don't agree?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't." The man said with no hesitation.

"Well, then what would you call it?" Sam asked.

"Don't matter what an old man thinks." Mr. Garland stated.

"Mr. Garland...we're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please." Sam told him.

The man was quiet for a moment as he grabbed his brother's old I.D. Card.

"Everybody was scared of Luther." Mr. Garland told them. "They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different." He sighed. "Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one. A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young'uns, and I told myself there was nothing I could do." He shook his head.

"Mr. Garland, um..." Sam started, grabbing the picture of Jessie. "Do you recognize this woman?" He showed the man the picture.

"It's Jessie O'Brien." Mr. Garland said, looking at the picture. "Her man, Frank, killed Luther." He told them.

Alison and Dean both raised their brows at the man.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked him.

"Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it." Mr. Garland stated. "Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie when missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killer herself, but Frank didn't know that." He said.

Alison glanced at Sam and Dean.

"They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead."

"And O'Brien was never arrested?" Dean questioned, his brows furrowed.

"I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak." Mr. Garland said to them.

"You must have hated Frank O'Brien." Sam said.

"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son." He told them with a slight chuckle. "And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished. He was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but...that's fear. It spreads and spreads."

Alisons eyes shifted to the table.

~~~

"Now we know what these are—" Alison started as they walked out the door, pointing towards her forearm. "Road rash, and I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road."

"Makes sense." Dean said as they walked up to the impala.

"You're experiencing his death in slow motion." Sam said.

"Yeah, well, not slow enough, huh?" Alison said. "Say we burn some bones and get me healthy." She said.

"Alison, it won't be that easy." Sam stated.

"No, no. It'll be that easy." Alison told him, glancing between her father and uncle. "Why wouldn't it be that easy?"

"Luther was road-hauled." Dean stated.

"His body was ripped to pieces." Sam added. "He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains."

"You're kidding me." Alison said.

"Look, it's okay. We'll just have to figure something else out." Dean told her.

Alison scoffed, shaking her head.

"You know what? Screw this." She said, pushing past Dean and walking the other way.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Alison." Dean and Sam quickly followed after her. "Come on,"

"No, I mean, come on, guys." Alison stopped and turned to them. "What are we doing?!"

"We're hunting a ghost." Dean stated.

"A ghost— exactly. Who does that?"

"Us." Sam stated.

"Us? Right. And that, Sammy— that is exactly why our lives suck." Alison stated. "I mean, come on! We hunt monsters! What the hell?!"

Dean raised his brows.

"I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us— no, no, no. We— we search out the things that want to kill us." She said frantically. "Yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash." Alison paced. "I mean, who wants this life, guys? Huh? Seriously? I mean, do you guys actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so!"

Sam and Dean looked at each other then back to the frantic teen.

"I mean, I drive too fast, I got that one from Dad, and he listened to the same five albums over and over and over again, a-and he sings along, then I start singing along. I'm annoying, he's annoying, we all know that."

Dean pulled back.

"And you—" Alison pointed at Sam. "You're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic! I mean, you know what? You can forget it." She looked between the two men, then started walking again.

"Whoa, Alison, where are you going?" Dean asked her, stepping towards her.

"No, stay away from me! Okay? Both of you, 'cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and— and— and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit." She turned and kept walking.

Sam sighed as Dean looked back at him.

~~~

Alison walked down the road, her untied shoelaces smacking the pavement as she walked.

She then heard a light rapid tapping behind her. She stopped walking, and heard the tapping stop, it was instead replaced with growling.

She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she slowly turned around.

Behind her stood a little Yorkie with a little pink bow.

Alison stood frozen as it blinked at her.

~~~

The door to the motel room opened, in stepping Sam and Dean.

They saw Alison sitting on the couch, sweating and out of breath.

"Oh, god." Dean breathed. "We looked everywhere for you, Alison." He told her. "How the hell did you get here?"

"Ran." Alison breathed out.

Sam sighed coming over and sitting on the other bed. Dean went to his daughter, sitting beside her and letting her lean against him.

"What do we do now?" She asked, still out of breath as Dean wrapped his arm around her. "I got less than four hours on the clock."

Dean looked down at her, and she looked up at him.

"I'm gonna die, dad." She said, slight fear in her voice.

"Yeah, you are." Dean nodded.

Alison furrowed her brows, slightly pulling away from Dean.

"You're going back." Sam spoke up, Alison looked over at him.

"Back?" She asked.

"Downstairs, Alison— hell." Dean said, she looked back to her father. "It's about Damn time, too."

Alison's eyes shifted to the ground as she heard her heart beating in her ears.

"Truth is, you've been a real pain in our asses." Sam told Alison as her vision started to blur, but when she looked up at him, his eyes turned yellow.

Alison immediately stood up and Sam threw his hand up, sending her flying across the room into the room.

"No!" She panted out. "You get out of him, you evil son of a bitch!" She yelled.

"No one's possessing him, Alison." Dean said as he and Sam both stood up, Dean voice echoed in her head.

"This is what I'm going to become." Sam said. "This is what I want to become. There's nothing you can do about it." He placed a hand on her shoulder.

Sam looked towards Dean, whose face turned to one in pain. He started coughing, coughing up blood.

"No!" Alison cried out, trying to get off the wall.

Dean fell to the floor, blood practically pouring out of his mouth at this point. Then he fell to the floor, dead.

Sam turned his head back to Alison, and his hand went to her neck. He squeezed, Alison winced, unable to move, speak, or breath.

"Hey, hey, hey, Alison!"

Alison's eyes shifted up to Sam and Dean who stood in front of her. Normal, and alive.

"Hey, Alison. Alison. Alison." Dean said, she was still out of it.

He pushed her against the wall, making her hit her back against it roughly.

Alison breathed heavily, tears sitting in her eyes. Her green eyes met her fathers worried ones.

She shakily stepped forwards, wrapping her arms around Deans neck, hugging him tightly.

Dean wrapped his arms around his daughter, giving her a firm squeeze.

"It's okay. I'm right here." He told her. "You're okay."

Dean looked towards Sam who swallowed thickly, a worried look on his face.

~~~

Alison scratched her forearm as she watched cartoons on the t.v.

On the screen, there was a horse and something else that to Alison looked like a fat green bean.

Suddenly, a rope was thrown around the horses neck.

Alison pulled back.

The horse was pulled out of the roadhouse, the other end of the rope was attached to a car. The car dragged the horse down the dirt road.

Alison looked straightforward.

"Oh, this isn't helping." She stated.

After a while, Alison had changed the channel. She was sitting on the couch, her phone sat on the table in front of her as it started to ring.

She grabbed it, and answered it.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey." She heard her fathers voice on the other end. "So, uh, just ride out the trip, okay? You're— you're gonna be fine. We got a plan."

"What is it?" Alison asked, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv.

"Uh, just a good plan, alright? Hang in there."

Then Dean hung up.

Alison pulled her phone down and stared at it.

She then tossed her phone down onto the table. She rubbed her face with her hand, but immediately stopped and looked up when she heard loud howling outside.

She knew immediately what it sounded like.

It then turned into snarling right outside the motel. Alison jumped up when she heard the hellhound outside the door, trying to get in.

Alison quickly crouched down beside the couch as it pounded the door, rattling the chain that kept it locked.

Suddenly the door flew open, and in came the sheriff.

"Sheriff?" Alison stood up. "What are you doing?" She saw a gun in his hand.

"Why are you looking into Luther Garland's death?" Al questioned her, his voice echoing in her head.

She then saw blood soaking through the sheriff's sleeves on his forearms.

"Hey, hey, you're— you're sick. You're sick. You're sick, alright? Just— just like me, okay? You gotta relax." Alison told him, but he came up to her and hit her across the face with his pistol.

She stumbled backwards towards the wall, grasping the side of her face.

"Frank O'Brien was my friend." Al stated. "So he made a mistake. So I didn't bust him. So what? And you're gonna bring me down over that?!" Al raised his voice "No, ma'am." He raised his gun at Alison.

Alison stared the barrel down, and in one swift motion she smacked the gun out of Al's hand. It flew across the room, clattering on the floor.

She looked back to the sheriff, who came at her, shoving her against the wall. He put his arm against her neck and she fought against him, shoving her hand into his face.

Al then kicked her leg, and kneed her in the stomach. Alison cried out in pain, but quickly stood back up straight.

She then kneed the man in the stomach twice, but he didn't let go. She looked up at his eyes, and they were pitch black.

Alison's eyes widened, and she shoved the man off of her, sending him flying back into the glass coffee table. Shattering the glass and breaking the wooden legs.

Alison shifted her weight for a moment, hesitating to come towards the man who laid on the floor.

She stayed back and didn't approach him, but Al raised his hand to his chest, and held one out at Alison.

"Get away from me!" He told her.

"Al, you gotta calm down!" Alison told him.

"Step back!" Al yelled.

He groaned for a moment, then it stopped. He laid on the floor motionless, and the loud beating of his heart stopped.

Alison looked up and around, backing into the wall behind her.

~~~

Alison had covered Al's body with the comforter from one of the beds, she sat on the other, scratching her forearms. She breathed heavily, Sam's words from before echoed in her head.

Blood was building up under her nails, but she couldn't stop scratching.

She heard the faint barking of hellhounds, she heard her watch ticking loudly.

She tried covering it with her hand, but it didn't help. She then saw a bible laying on the floor beside the bed.

She picked it up, and held it against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Hi, Alison."

They shot open when she heard a little girls voice beside her. She slowly raised her head, slowly and slightly turning it. She saw the girl out of the corner of her eyes and quickly turned away from her, breathing out a heavy and sharp breath.

"No." She said hoarsely, then firmed her tone. "No."

"Yes!" The girl smiled. "It's me, Lilith!"

The blonde girl then hugged Alisons arm tightly.

"Oh, I missed you so much! It's time to go back now." She told her.

Alison pulled away from her, getting up off the bed and stepping away from the little girl.

She pointed the Bible towards her, but didn't look at her.

"You are not real!"

Lilith stared at her.

"What's the matter, Ali? Don't you remember all the fun you had down there?"

Alison's eyes shifted to her, Lilith stood up off the bed.

"You do remember. Four months is like forty years in hell." Lilith crossed her arms over her chest. "Like doggy years. And you remember every second."

Alison clenched her jaw, but then felt this overwhelming pain in her chest. She groaned and leaned over, her hand going to her chest. She fell down onto her knees.

"You are not real." She said.

Lilith then grabbed her face, making her look up at her. Her eyes turned white.

"Doesn't matter." Lilith told her. "You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn." She said, then her eyes went back to normal.

"Why me?" Alison asked. "Why'd I get infected?"

"Silly goose." Lilith put her hand on her hips. "You know why, Ali. Listen to your heart."

"What?" Alison breathed out.

"Ba-boom." Lilith said, the pain worsened, Alison groaned in pain. "Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom." The girl continued.

Alison rolled back, grasping a fistful of her shirt.

"Ba-boom. Ba-boom! Ba-boom!" Lilith started yelling, Alison cried out, hearing her rapid heart beating in her ears. "Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom!" Lilith continued.

Alison's breath hitched in her throat, she felt she even breathe anymore. The pain continued getting worse and worse. Alison gasped for air, then she stopped moving.

Her heart stopped beating. The pain finally stopped.

She died, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with fear.

Suddenly, she gasped for air. She rolled flat on her back, coughing. She breathed heavily, looking around.

She looked at her forearms which were normal. Not even a scratch on her skin. She ran her hands over her forearm, slightly squeezing her wrist.

She then relaxed on the floor, her limbs going limp. Alison just breathed, not believing how she was alive, Because for a split moment, she swore she saw the hellfire.

Alison let out a deep breath, resting her head against the hard floor.

~~~

"So, you guys road-hauled a ghost..." Alison started as she grabbed two cold beers from the cooler in the impala, and a Coke for herself.

She gave one to Sam, and held one out to Bobby who stood across from her. Dean stood beside her, already having a beer in his hand.

"With a chain?" Alison finished, twisting the cap on her glass Coke bottle.

"An Iron chain." Dean stated.

"Etched with a spell word." Sam added.

Alison hummed.

"Now, that's a new one." She said, leaning  her back against Dean's arm as she took a drink of her soda.

"It's what he was most afraid of." Dean stated, wrapping an arm around the girl. "It was pretty brutal, though."

"On the upside, I'm still alive, so, uh, go, team." Alison raised her bottle.

Dean chuckled at her, laying his chin on the top of her head, but not without kissing the side of it first.

"How you feeling, by the way?" Sam asked his niece.

"Fine." Alison shrugged.

"You sure, Alison?" Bobby asked the girl. "'Cause this line of work can get awful scary." He partly joked.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Alison said sarcastically. "I'm fine." She stated firmly. "You want to go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything." She told them.

"Awe." Sam grinned.

"She's adorable." Bobby smiled.

Dean chuckled as Sam and Bobby both laughed. Alison clenched her jaw a little before taking a drink of her coke.

"I got to get out of here." Bobby told the three Winchesters, leaning off of his car. "You three drive safe."

"You too, Bobby." Sam told the man as he opened his car door. "Hey, thanks."

Bobby got into his car, started it up and drove away, leaving the Winchesters to themselves.

Alison lightly sniffled, leaning off of her father, and instead leaning against the impala.

"So, uh..." Dean started. "So, what did you see? Near the end." He asked her.

"Oh, besides a cop beating my ass?" Alison asked.

"Seriously." Dean nudged her.

Alison let out a sharp breath, lightly biting her lip for a second, hesitating.

"Howler monkeys." She finally answered. "Whole roomful of them." She shook her head. "Those things creep the hell out of me."

"Right." Sam nodded, taking a drink of his beer.

Dean let his eyes stay on the girl.

"No, no, just the usual stuff." Alison said. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She told them, taking another drink of her coke.

Dean glanced at Sam, who glanced back at him.

Alison looked towards her dirty converses.

She didn't need Sam and Dean to worry about her, and she knew if she told them what she really saw, she wouldn't hear the end of the "Are you okay?'s" and the "are you sure you're alright?'s"

She didn't need it.

Especially because she knew if they asked enough times, she wouldn't be able to keep it in. Everything would spill.

So for now?

She would stuff it into a bottle, and she would throw it into her ocean of sorrow, until the tide got rough and washed the bottle back up onto shore.

But until then, she was perfectly fine.

Thank you so much for reading!