Supernatural Little Sister

Vamps Part 2

Allison: 16
Dean: 25
Sam: 22

     The Impala pulls up to Bobby's Sioux Falls home. Dean puts the car in park and smiles.
     "We found her," he says to no one in particular.
     "Damn right. Let's get the poor thing inside," Bobby says. "Sam?"
     "Yeah, I got it," Sam says, picking up and carrying Allison inside the house. Allison is sound asleep in Sam's arms and he looks down worriedly at his frail sister.
     "Bobby, you sure she's okay?" Sam asks as they enter the house.
     "Don't worry, Sam. We'll get some food in her belly and make her rest," Bobby says. "Put her in that room right there." He points to a quaint, ground level guest bedroom. Sam lays her down in the soft bed and tucks her in. Dean follows them into the room.
     "Does she need anything?" Dean asks.
     "She needs a lot right now, Dean...but let's just let her sleep," Sam says brushing her blonde hair out of her face with his fingers. He exits the room but Dean stays. He plops down in the rocking chair and settles in, watching over her.
     "No one's gonna hurt you, baby. Not on my watch."

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     "Daddy! Help me!" Allison wails and Dean runs to her side.
     "Hey, Al. You're okay," he says reassuringly and rubs her bony back.
     "Dean?!" Allison shouts. Bobby and Sam come running in.
     "What happened?" Sam asks, worry stricken.
     "A nightmare," Dean says, playing with her hair as she starts to calm down.
     "Daddy..." Allison cries and snuggles into Dean.
     "She's callin' for John," Bobby says sadly, almost like he's jealous. Dean sighs and wakes Allison.
     "Hey, Ally. You good?" He asks.
     "Hm? What? Oh, yeah. What happened?" Allison says groggily.
     "You had a bad dream," Bobby says.
     "Oh, yeah," Allison says scratching her head and yawning. The men look confusedly at each other. Where did the fragile little girl go?
     "Thanks for letting me sleep. I'm starving...literally. Is there food?" Dean smiles and looks to Bobby who is also grinning.
     "Pancakes, bacon and eggs," Bobby says.
     "Awesome!" Allison says jumping up but falls back onto the bed. "I haven't used my legs in ages." Allison laughs.
     "Here, I'll help," Sam says.
     "No, I got it, Sammy," Dean says.
     "Don't 'Sammy' me. I'm stronger," Sam says.
     "Doesn't matter, she barely weighs anything now," Dean says.
     "Boys!" Bobby scolds.
     "Just give me a minute," Allison says. She stands slowly and hobbles into the kitchen, making the men frown. They all sit down at the table and dig in. Allison can't help but eat ravenously.
     "Slow down, Al," Sam says concernedly. Allison looks up and wipes her mouth.
     "Dude. She's been living off of sugar water and a few bread crusts for 2 months," Dean says with a glare.
     "Exactly. I don't want her to—" Allison clutches her stomach and quickly hobbles to the bathroom. "Get ahead of herself." Sam sets down his silverware and runs after her. She sits on the bathroom floor, vomiting everything back up that she just ate. Sam frowns and comforts her. She pants and puts her head in her hands.
     "We should've done it a bit more gradual. I'm sorry, pumpkin," Bobby says in the hallway.
     "It's okay," Allison says quietly. Dean hasn't left the table; he just sits there, scowling. He gets up, grabs his jacket and leaves with a slam of the door.
     "Dean!" Bobby yells after him but Dean gets in the Impala and drives away.

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     Allison is watching cartoons on the couch as Sam and Bobby talk in the kitchen.
     "We need to call him,"  Bobby says.
     "Dean will blow a gasket," Sam says, sticking his hands in his pockets.
     "He already did, Sam!" Bobby says.
     "Let's wait until Dean gets back," Sam says. None of them truly want John involved because of the hatred and anger that will brew between them. Sam brings over more ice chips for Allison.
     "Thanks, Sammy." She smiles and munches on them. He sits down next to her.
     "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks hesitantly. Bobby sits down in a chair, shutting off the TV.
     "Nope," Allison says with a forced chuckle.
     "Al," Sam says and places a hand on her back. The front door opens and Dean comes in with grocery bags.
     "Alright, sweetheart. What are you feelin' like today? We got the makings for pasta,
burgers—" Dean says.
     "Dean, she can't really eat." Sam sighs.
     "Still?" He says and hustles over. Allison smiles at her brother. "What about pie?" He grins at her, pulling out a cherry pie. Allison beams.
     "Yes. I want it!" She says.
     "Just a little," Sam says. Dean grabs a fork and hands her the entire pie.
     "I said a little!" Sam says and Bobby chuckles. Allison takes a bite. She smiles and laughs.
     "It's so good..." she keeps laughing and Dean smiles. "I never thought I'd taste this again. Ever." Ally's laughter continues.
     "Ally? You okay?" Bobby says. The laughter then turns into sobs. The men stare at her. She begins to wail and falls into Sam's arms. He looks down at her and holds back his own tears. Dean sits down on her other side and rubs her back. Bobby hesitantly takes the pie away.
     "Oh, my God!" Allison cries. The brothers look extremely pained as their baby sister sobs. Dean wipes away a tear off of his cheek and looks to Bobby.
     "She needs him. Call Dad."

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     "John, call me when you get this. Ally is hurtin' real bad."

     "John, you gotta come be with her. She needs her Daddy."

     "John, please—John!" The boys heads snap up. "Yeah. Sioux Falls. Same address...He's on his way," Bobby says, closing his flip phone.
     "What the hell are we gonna say?" Dean asks.
     "The truth," Sam says.
     "She is safe and warm and making her way back to health," Bobby says.
     "We'll still get the ass whooping of the year. Who knows what'll happen?" Dean says grimly.           "Let's go check on her," Sam says with a nod.
     They all walk into her room bearing gifts. Sam sits down next to her and sets her favorite book, Charlotte's Web, on her table. Her watery, sunken eyes show a glint of happiness. Sam wraps her up in a bear hug.
     "Sammy, don't break her," Dean says jokingly with a bit of actual worry.
     "Here ya go, pumpkin." Bobby sets down a fluffy brown bear next to the girl and she smiles.
     "This is mine from years ago, Bobby." She holds his hand and grins.
     "I just brought you more pie. I hope you don't cry again...but we gotten fatten you up, Miss Pillsbury Dough Girl," Dean says with a smile, his voice almost breaking when he jokingly reaches to pinch her now practically nonexistent cheek. Allison giggles and sits up.
     "I can always eat some pie," she says and starts to eat. "Am I going slow enough Sam?" She asks sarcastically. Sam smiles and nods.
     "Thank you. All of you. I love you guys." She smiles and keeps taking small bites of the pie.
     "We called Dad and he's on his way, Al," Sam says.
     "Are you crazy? He'll kill you or me or everyone!" Allison says.
     "Calm down. He's not gonna hurt anyone. Especially you, sweetheart," Bobby says.
     "We had to do it at some point," Dean says.
     "At least you're safe," Sam says.
     "I won't let him blame you guys," Allison says.
     "Oh, let him. Better us than you. He can yell and scream all he wants but now his little baby is safe because of us," Bobby says.
     "Get some rest," Sam says and they get up to leave.
     "Goodnight," Allison says. They smile at her and leave.
     "Goodnight Ally."