A Supernatural Life- Season 1

Chapter 4

Note: Okay so this is chapter 4, and it's really long, so I apologise for that but we find out a lot more about Ali, kind of. If you are reading 'A Supernatural Life' and are enjoying it then I'm sorry for not uploading, but I have recently moved house so that has taken up most of my time and I haven't had chance to write much. But here is the next chapter, it should be edited, but if not then I'm sorry. Please vote and comment to let me know it is being read and you like it. Thanks!!

-- Laura

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Chapter 4- Phantom Traveller

"Night daddy" Alissa said and he bent down to kiss her goodnight, just like he had done with me.

"Night my sweet" he said before walking to the door and turning the light off.

"Sleep well my girls" he said, closing the door, but not all the way so as to allow a crack of light to spill into the room through the door. I groaned and turned over onto my side, to look at my sister lying in the bed on the other side of the room. She was sleeping in here with me because we were decorating her room so mom said that she would stay with me for the week because otherwise the fumes would make her ill.

"Liss, you awake?" I asked and she huffed a sigh.

"Yeah, sis I can't sleep" she said and I swallowed.

"Me either. I'm scared but don't know why" I heard her sigh, and was able to make out her shape under the bed clothes. The rustling of sheets was heard and I knew my sister had turned onto her side because the light shone on her face, making her eyes stand out because they changed colour under the light. Her eyes were cool like that.

"Yeah I've been feeling that all day as well" she stated and I bit my lip.

I hadn't been feeling very well all day, but I knew that it was more than that. It was the same way that I felt whenever I had one of my episodes where I felt weird. Mom said that I tapped into people's emotions and that sounded right but I don't know whether I believed her. It was the only rational excuse as to why I felt strange feelings that I knew didn't belong to me, but ever since mom found out what I could do she helped me to control it, so that I didn't become overwhelmed with other people's feelings. That had happened the once apparently and it had scared Sam and Dean when they were staying with us. Alissa was similar, but where I felt emotions, she saw pictures. Usually we would wake up at the same time, scared because Alissa saw something, and I would feel what the people in her images felt.

Alissa and I were twins. We had the same build of body, in that we were slim and both quite short, but we were nearly eight so we had plenty of time to grow. Though Dean teased us because we were small but he had just turned fifteen so he was old anyway. We had the same hair colour, with it being dark, chocolate brown, almost black, except my hair was longer than my sister's because my hair grew faster, plus mine had a slight wave in it whereas Liss's hair was straight. Her eyes were different to mine though and that was how you told us apart. We shared our mom's eye colour, my eyes being exactly the same hazel colour, with a rim of green around the pupil and edge of my iris, whereas Alissa's eyes were the same, but when light shone on her eyes, the hazel turned green and the green turned blue, so that her eyes resembled our daddy's. It was cool, and I of course was jealous, but it was one of the many little quirks that we shared and what made us unique according to our parents. Sam and Dean had joked about a year ago though, when we had one of our feelings, that twins were powerful and ran on their own wavelengths. It made sense, but the boys had meant it as a joke, though Liss and I knew that it definitely wasn't. We weren't normal children, no one except us and mom knew that. Especially John, he was a nice man and he loved his sons, but he had a strange way of showing it. He drilled them until they did things right, that was his way of bonding, but Liss and I could never make him see what we saw, that he didn't have to work his boys so hard and make them help him get revenge for Mary dying, they loved him anyway. It was this part of him that had always kept me from being completely honest with him whenever he came around. If Liss or I would have one of our episodes while he was here, we would excuse ourselves and go upstairs until it passed. He scared me, because I knew he was capable of many things. I sighed and heard Liss do the same.