Author: DMartinez
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and the WB, CW. No infringement intended.
Rating: Mature (Vulgar Language, and Violence)
Category: Supernatural
Summary: Follows One Night and Weep No More. Alice and Sam are looking for Dean but nothing seems to lead the way.

Fade Away

Alice curled in around her stomach, pain radiating throughout her back. She hoped that Uncle Sam came to and soon so he could save the day. She just wanted to stop. Wanted it all to go away. She was so tired. Broken by months of monsters taunting her with tidbits about Dean roasting in hell, tormenting her with mental images of him being flayed alive forever. That's what made her take a deep breath and force herself to her feet.

Her name was Alice Winchester. Daughter of Dean Winchester. Granddaughter of John Winchester. She had the biggest hunting bad asses of all time in her blood. Cradling one arm against her stomach, she griped the crow bar in the other, swinging it through the bastards and making her way to the damned remains in that glass case.

And just like that, case on fire, and Uncle Sammy stumbling through the door, it was over. Another hunt over and not a lick closer to getting her father out of hell. She managed to make her way to the car, head lung low but back straight. She'd get some sleep and start over in the morning.

Sam sparred with her every morning. They napped and researched and waited for nightfall for the hunts. Then they drove. On to the next clue. On to the next hunt. Searching for some way to get Dean out of hell and onto the next world.

He hated to admit it but the girl was a natural. Her form needed some work but she was getting the hang of it. He knew she kept crib sheets in her pants so that she always had Latin when she needed it but he never let her use it. Dean would kill him if he let anything happen to her. They had to follow every lead. Try everything.

TBC