Winchester Siblings: Broken (Book 4) (A Supernatural Series)

Chapter 2 - A Family Reunited

They made their way back to the room for some sleep. Alana was starting to show in her face all the sleep she was losing. She was beating herself up over the death of her friends, but it was the Demon that would pay dearly. She would kick ass if it was meant to be.

Dean took the chair, Alana would have her bed and Sam the other, but as Alana sat on the bed did she feel awful and asked, "Sam come sleep on the bed with me, Dean needs his sleep too and being in that chair is not going to help."

He nodded and laid next to her, Dean just smiled and crawled into his own bed, soon all three siblings were out cold.

New Orleans, Louisiana

The wind whipped at the long blond hair, sending a chill down the spine of the girl it belonged to. She pulled her jacket tightly about her as she raced along the dark streets to her Bourbon Street home. Darkness had fallen too easily over this place, she shook her head, kicking herself for not letting her guy friend Alex drive her home. She was far too independent for her own good.

"Next time, let Alex take me home." She mumbled as she searched for her keys in her bag. Footsteps from behind her raised the hairs on the back of her neck, she froze and grabbed the keys, running up her porch stairs and trying to unlock the door.

A hand grabbed her by the mouth from behind and she tried to scream, but she felt herself black out as stars danced around her.

"Hello Nichole, I've been waiting for you."

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Alana was the first to awake, her nightmare had felt so real, but as she turned to her brothers did she realize that they both were sleeping peacefully. She shook her head, what the hell was happening to her? How had Sam's abilities suddenly become her own?

"What's going on?" she said.

Sam turned, she almost thought he'd heard her but he fell back into his slumber and she slowly crept out of bed and out of the room into the cold and freezing night. She had to get to New Orleans fast or all hell was going to break loose.

She found her car under the snow and hastily wiped it away. Her bags were in the trunk, the other a decoy to confuse her brothers. She was sorry she'd ever gotten them involved, but the plan had been set long before she even came into the family.

"I'm sorry Sam, Dean, but I realize I need to go on this alone." She said, sliding into the car and pulling away quietly, trying to not disturb the others sleeping.

But unbeknown to her was the fact that Sam had heard her leave. He watched from the window as she drove away. He wanted to wake Dean and tell him what was happening yet he was overwhelmed by extreme pain to his head. He grabbed his face in anguish, crying out lightly and closing his eyes. His vision was that of Alana dying and this time for good. He tried to push away the pain as he stood, trying to make his way to Dean.

"Dean, wake up." He whispered.

"What's wrong Sam?"

"Alana is in trouble."

"So? She's sleeping right next to you." He mumbled.

"She left." He said, opening his eyes as the pain diminished. "And she is on her own way to New Orleans."

Dean sat up and looked to Sam, "How could you let her leave?"

"I thought she was going for more coffee, she did say she gets a few cups of coffee in the morning and it's 4am."

"Then we are going to have to leave NOW."

Sam nodded, "Then get a move on."

Dean rolled out of bed, grabbed his jacket and bag and headed for the door, Sam close on his heels.