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Back To Old Ways

(ALICE POV)

I'd been sitting with Bobby, waiting and waiting for Sam and Dean to come back. They hadn't been home for hours, and I was really starting to worry.

"Alice, the boys are back!"

My ears perked, and I looked towards the door. Sam walked in,and he had cuts and bruises, bleeding. Then Dean came in. He had a gash on his head, blood trickled down his cheek.

"Holy shit. What happened to you guys?"

They didn't answer, and I heard more footstep's coming from the door. I looked in confusion, and gasped when I saw.

"Heya Al."

"Please don't call me that."

We both laughed, and she looked at me with a confused look.

"Alright. Who the hell put you in a wheelchair?"

"Some idjit at an old army camp. He's dead thankfully, but Sam also died in the process."

I saw Zee exchange a sad and frustrated look at Dean, and he lowered his head, like he was guilty.

"But hey, in a few days I should be good to go. It was a minor injury to my spine. But Sam had a panic attack once he found out."

I chuckled, and Sam looked at me glaring.

"I did not!"

Then he started blushing and smiling.

Dean whispered something to Zee, and she nodded, in a sad way, and told Sam to follow her outside.

What the hell is going on?

(Zee POV)

Sam followed me outside, and we leaned against the hood of the Impala.

I sighed, and he looked at me.

"What do you have to say that Dean can't say himself?"

I sighed, my eyes teared up.

"He did the same damn thing I did for him."

Sam stared, and his eyes widened, he was getting upset.

"He didn't."

I stayed silent, and Sam yelled.

"Tell me he didn't! Please!"

I shook my head, and by then Sam knew.

"How... How long does he have?"

I choked on my words, hesitantly.

".. One... One year. He has one year."

Sam looked down, crying.

"Do you need me to grab him Sam? For you?"

Sam nodded, and I felt horrible, and yanked him in a hug.

"C'mere."

I exchanged a glance with Dean, but then it came to me. The deal I'd made with Crowley. I hesitated on telling Sam, but I knew I had to. I wouldn't leave him like this. All sad, and lonely.

"Sam. What I'm about to tell you. You can NOT, NOT tell anyone. Not Alice, not Bobby, not even Dean himself. Alright?"

Sam nodded, and I let go of hugging him.

"Of all my time in hell, this man named Crowley wanted to use me as a chew toy for his hellhounds. But they wouldn't listen to him, they'd listen to me. And then, Crowley found an orphaned hellhound, and he told me to raise him. Take care of him and see why they'll listen to me. We later discovered I had the ability to control all the hellhounds. I was their queen."