Light a Way ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs Witches

She got up at the break of dawn, like she had for the past week just to come down to the nearby cemetery. It didn't have to be done in a cemetery it just had better privacy and the last place any of them expected her to be so she didn't have to worry about Alayna or the boys finding out.

She dropped her bag by the thick tombstone and set up the several candles before dropping the wooden bowl in the center. Peeling off the saran wrap to reveal the pre-mixed ingredients. Everyone was still asleep when she got up to head out here, well, everyone except Sam - but, he'd gone out for an early morning run so she didn't think he even noticed her disappearance.

She lit the candles first before dropping the match into the bowl and watching the flame lit up high and then settle down into nothing. She took the water bottle out of her bag next, mixing it in with the ashes and herbs before throwing it back, cringing and shuddering at the gross taste.

What it did after, was worth the bad taste in her opinion.

"Karoline..." his deep voice filled her ears and she whirled around, feeling her heart stutter, jump, stop, and speed up all at once at the sight of him.

"Cassy..." she lurched forward, flinging her arms around his shoulders and feeling his tighten around her waist. She let her eyes fall closed, taking in the feel of him, his scent, his breathing, everything - it felt so real, like he was right here with her. She didn't want to ever let him go, and this way... she didn't have to.

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"Dean... Dean!" The older Winchester jerked up right, his breathing heavy and fast, startling the young Van Allen trying to wake him up. "Dean..." his wide eyes turned to her as she sunk down on the bed in front of him, her hands cupping his face to get him to look at her. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly. She could feel his pulse thumping against her fingertips and his eyes darting around the room before landing on her.

He took in a deep breath, calming down considerably, "yeah, I'm fine." He cleared his throat, pulling out of her touch and getting out of the bed to head over to the little motel fridge.

She sighed heavily, watching him pull the bottle of Whiskey out of the fridge before grabbing the same glass he'd been using last night out of the sink. "Fine..." she mumbled getting up to follow him over to the table. "I found a case."

"You did now?" He took a seat at the table, pouring himself a fresh glass of the amber liquid looking up only for a moment when Alayna set her laptop in front of him.

"You ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?"

"Has anybody?"

"Well, two people from there died over the past few days," she told him, gesturing to the first article on the screen before clicking on the other tab. "One girl got fried with one of those hair dryers at the salon, and the other guy boiled in a hot tub."

"You don't see that a lot," Dean agreed, throwing back a large sip of his drink and Alayna frowned at him.

"So, we'll go check it out?" She asked and he nodded. She paused when Dean finished off the whiskey in his glass. "You know, one more thing. What's going on with you?"

"We've had this conversation, Alayna-"

"No, we haven't," she cut him off and Dean could see the worry shining in her dark eyes as she watched him. "For us to have had this conversation, it would require you to talk - which don't like, ever."

"Look, Alayna, I'm fine. Really," he picked up the glass and the bottle to set them on the far side of the table for emphasis, although Alayna didn't look very convinced. "I'm just tired - worried about Sam. And like Jackson's been with Bobby for the past three weeks. I'm going through withdrawals." She cracked a small smile at that, that had Dean smiling back.