Dean's Daughter (Supernatural) // Completed

Chapter 12: A Familiar Face

Alex

The Winchesters were coming. I'd heard of them, almost every Hunter had. Jo and Ellen had told me they were coming to investigate a case that sounded similar to mine, which was good because I really needed help on this one.

I was sitting in Harvelle's, a Hunter bar. I had a bottle of beer even though I was under twenty-one, Hunter rules were different. Ellen and Jo owned the place, they were also Hunters, mother and daughter in fact. Jo's dad died when she was young, he was on a hunt with John Winchester so there was understandably a little tension between the two families but they managed to push through it. Well, that's what I'd heard.

Ellen smiled at me over the bar. She was a middle-aged woman, with brown hair. "They'll be here soon."

"What are they like?" I asked.

Ellen glanced briefly out the window and I followed her gaze to see a 1967 Chevrolet Impala pull up. "You're about to find out."

Alice

We drew up at a place called "Harvelle's Roadhouse" in Nebraska. There was a case somewhere near and it was rumoured that another Hunter needed help and since we were already going to check the case out we might as well get help if it's going. Anyway, Ellen and Jo - who I had never met before - had called us up.

"So you guys are pretty famous?" I asked, in an attempt to calm my nerves. I was about to walk into a bar full of Hunters, there was definitely going to be questions and I had never met another Hunter before who wasn't family or Bobby.

"In the Hunter world anyway," Dean answered. "You'll be fine." He said in a 'it's nothing big' manner.

I tried in vain to believe that it was in fact no big deal but my mind was on overdrive, images of the Hunters laughing at me flashing through my head. Well, I thought, they can laugh at me if they want but they don't know about the knife in my shoe. Or the gun tucked in the holster at my ankle. Or the... Well, I think you get the picture.

Dean pushed open the door and he and Sam immediately walked over to the middle aged woman at the bar. The sounds of rowdy conversations, laughter and a duke box filtered through the air to meet my ears. I stood at the door awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with myself when I saw him. His eyes locked gazes with mine and he mouthed my name, his brow furrowed.

I was about to go to him when Dean grabbed me by the arm and hauled me over to the bar. "Alice this is Ellen, a long time friend," he introduced.

"Hi," I murmured, not really looking at her as my eyes were following the familiar face across the room. Dean must have mistook me being distracted for me being shy because next thing I knew I was being elbowed in the ribs.

"Hello, sweetie," Ellen said with a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you."

In the time I was looking at Ellen, that familiar face had sauntered up to the bar. He smiled at me. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

"Alex," I breathed. "It is you."

"The one and only," He smirked and flipped his sandy hair out of his eyes.

"Nope, I'm pretty sure there's another one in the next town over," I couldn't bite back my smart ass comment.

Alex laughed and then we both asked in unison "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh, Alice, do you want to introduce her to your little friend," Dean interrupted our conversation.

Ellen answered for me. "This is the Hunter I was telling you about Dean."

Alex's eyes went wide. "Wait a minute, you're with the Winchesters. The Winchesters."

Dean cut in, "Nope the other ones."

"Correction, I am a Winchester," I said.

"Then what were you doing in that foster home," Alex raised an eyebrow.

"I could ask you the same question," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Actually I think the rule is that you have to answer him because he asked first," Sam said innocently. I narrowed my eyes at him, he wasn't helping.

"Whatever. I was there because my mother died and I was informed that my father was a fugitive and I had no other relatives in the country. Your turn."

"Fair enough, I was working a case if you must so desperately know."

"Inside a foster home?"

"Yup," he said, offering no further explanation.

"Now that we've had this little reunion, what's this case you need help with," Dean asked.

"Right," Alex stood up straighter. "Scattered across the states, there has been a series of house fires. It may not seem like much but if you look at it from a map," he whipped out a map from his pocket, "you can see that it's starting to form-"

"A Devils Trap," Ellen muttered. I remembered reading about Devils Traps in one of Bobby's many books. They can be written or carved onto any surface possible and once a demon steps foot inside of one it is trapped and its powers are bound. But if it is broken just the slightest bit, the demon's powers return and it is useless.

I studied the map and felt a lump form in my throat. The others were chattering on about what it could mean and I suddenly felt sick.

"Guys," I interrupted. "I don't know what this means but do you know how my mother died in a house fire? Well, see that house right in the middle, it's mine."

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Dun dun dunnnnnnn. So what do you guys think this means?

Sorry for the slow update but I've been working on something I've not yet uploaded called The Day the Storm Hit and it's going to be awesome. If you like stories about serial killers, secrets and mysteries this is going to be a story for you.

Anyway, in a few days time I am going to America for two weeks on holiday and I won't be taking my laptop with me. No laptop = No writing! So I'm sorry if the next update is an extra long time.