Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

IV

Four

It was close to noon when Alaine climbed out of bed the next day. She'd lazily dragged herself out of her room after brushing her teeth, and sauntered through the halls towards the kitchen. She'd gotten lost twice, taking a couple of wrong turns and ending up at the gun range. After taking some time to retrace her steps from the day before, she found her way and was in a pretty grumpy mood by the time she reached her destination.

To her surprise, she found that Dean had yet to emerge from his room. The rest of the bunker was silent, except for the occasionally rumbling of the old pipes in the walls. She quietly ate her breakfast in the kitchen, washed her dish then returned to her room to change into different clothes.

She pulled on a pair of jeans along with a plain white t-shirt and settled herself at the desk tucked into the corner of the bedroom. She'd fired up her laptop, and was amazed to find that the bunker in fact had a Wi-Fi signal. She then wasted no time in scouring the web in search of a new case.

After an hour of reading countless online articles and news reports, she stumbled upon something seemingly supernatural. She carefully read the police report she'd found, and made sure all of the information checked out before she scooped up her laptop and stood up.

Back in the kitchen, Dean had settled down at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. He'd taken a few sips, and sat in comfortable silence. He'd woken up not too long ago and had gotten himself dressed, yet still felt the heaviness of sleep weighing over him. Moving his cup aside, Dean yawned before propping an arm up onto the table to rest his head against.

He wasn't aware of how much time had passed, nor that he'd fallen asleep. He could distantly hear a feminine voice calling out to him. It was soft, and seemed so far away. He felt himself being lulled into a deep slumber, that is until the force of a hand jerking his shoulder startled him awake.

Disoriented, Dean snapped upright in his seat. "What? I'm up. I...I wasn't sleeping."

The sound of laughter tickled his ears. He looked up to find Alaine standing beside him, a radiant smile gracing her face.

"Looks like someone had a rough night."

Dean squinted his eyes. He dragged a palm down the length of his face to scratch at the stubble along his jaw. "Yeah. I couldn't sleep...had a lot on my mind."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No." He offered her a small smile. "I'm good now."

"You sure?"

Dean nodded. "What's that you got there?"

He'd gestured to the laptop tucked underneath her arm. Eagerly, Alaine set it down in front of him. She opened it up, and navigated back onto the web page she'd been on moments before.

"Take a look at this."

Tiredly, Dean rubbed at his eyes. He focused his attention onto the screen and began reading the article Alaine had pulled up for him to see.