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I figured, since I started writing SPN fanfics, I might as well post the order of these fics. I'm doing this by season for now. Mind you, this is not including what I have finished on my computer. Updates will be posted whenever I post a new fic.

Season 1
SkinAline stretched as she walked home from the bar where she worked. Luckily, her apartment building was within walking distance of her work. She stretched, tired after working the night shift. Damn drunks. Always with the flirting, she thought to herself. It wouldn't be too bad if they were hot.
She started whistling “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC before she noticed a '67 Impala parking next to where she was standing a few minutes later. Aline whistled at the sight of it.
The window rolled down, letting her see the driver. The man driving the car had short sandy-blond hair and hazel-green eyes. Aline admitted to herself the guy looked cute. A flirtatious smile on was on his face.
“Nice ride,” Aline commented.
“It would be a lot nicer if a pretty girl like yourself was sitting by me,” the man answered.
The brunette smiled. “My apartment's not that far from here. I'm just walking home from work.”
He raised an eyebrow.


What Day is It?Aline and the Winchesters were on an extremely rare vacation that Dean had insisted upon after finding John again/confronting Meg. There had been no cases, no one dying mysteriously due to supernatural means, and, for that, Aline was completely and utterly grateful. After traveling with the boys and helping them hunt for the past five months (after they let her come along, of course), she felt like she was beginning to get why they didn't want her to come with them in the first place, Dean especially. The three of them traveled to different motels across the country for the past few days. It felt nice to just stay in one place for at least a week to relax.
Speaking of relaxing, Dean was standing in front of the '90s TV, listening to classic rock on his mp3 player. Aline could slightly (read: “really”) hear the last verse of “Eye of the Tiger.” Dean was lip-synching and dancing to it, the collar of his jacket sticking up. He had been sitting on the bed earlier, p


Season 2
I'm Already DeadThe Yellow-Eyed Demon looked at Aline and John, John's arm in a sling. Aline's cold yet sad blue eyes were locked on his yellow ones. Her brown hair was down instead of in it's usual ponytail. She knew she was a mess after not leaving Dean's bedside since she was cleared to leave. “A deal?” he inquired, his eyebrows raised.
Aline nodded. “Me for Dean's life,” she replied.
He looked over at John. “What about you?”
“I'm the only one who has a deal for you. Leave John out of this.”
The demon laughed. “I guess I was right before. Dean is your guy this time? What about Damo? Does he mean nothing to you now?”
The brunette said nothing.
“I forgot to tell you that he was seeing someone behind your back. I would've told you when he was in the same position as Deany-boy is, but I guess it slipped my mind.”
Aline flinched at the statement as she felt her eyes turn black before quickly changing back to their original color.


Where My Demons Hide pt. 1Aline stayed in the car, listening to Sam and Dean's conversation. She sat on the driver's side, as usual, keeping an eye on Dean.
“Dean, what is it?” she heard Sam ask.
“I'm sorry,” Dean responded.
“You...? For what?”
“The way I've been acting......And for dad. I mean, he was your dad too, and it's my fault he's gone.”
Aline immediately looked away from him, her heart clenching in her chest at the mention of John. She considered John to be a better father than her own had ever been. Aline knew that both Sam and Dean were taking his death bad, especially Dean. Aline took a swig of her water before shaking her head, guessing what he was talking about.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know you've been thinking it, so have I. I know Aline's been thinking it, too. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, full recovery. It was a miracle, and five minutes later dad's dead and the Colt gone.”


Where My Demons Hide pt. 2The moment he saw her start to fall, Dean ran over to her, catching Aline in his arms. “Aline! Wake up!” he shouted, pulling the knife out of her hand. He lifted her up and ran over to the car.
Sam had gotten out before Aline had come back. He opened the back door and quickly closed it after Dean slid in with Aline. Sam quickly got in the driver's seat, buckled in, and drove. “What happened?” Sam asked, not looking away from the road.
“I don't fucking know, Sam! Just drive!” Dean yelled, refusing to look away from Aline.
Luckily, Sam didn't say anything else as he continued driving.
“Dammit, Peverell! Wake up!” Dean shouted.
Aline suddenly began moaning and shaking her head. Dean instinctively grabbed her hand with his.
“It's alright, Aline,” he whispered, his voice softening but still showing his worry. “You're safe with me and Sammy.”
“...doesn't know...better that way,” she muttered.
He immediately f


Welcome to the FutureAline opened her eyes at the sound of metal colliding with metal. She looked at her hand and saw her hands were cuffed to a chair. She noticed she was sitting in a motel room, but it looked like there were only two people sleeping there. Suddenly, there was a noise that sounded like someone loading a gun. Aline looked over and saw herself doing exactly that, sitting on one of the beds. “The hell?” she inquired confused.
“I should be the one asking that question, not you,” the other Aline responded before pointing the sawed-off shotgun at her. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now.” Her expression was serious. Aline could see pain in her blue orbs.
“You don't wanna shoot yourself, do you?”
The other Aline rolled her eyes before going back to loading the gun, looking away from her. “Yeah, right.”
There was a few minutes of silence between the two before Aline spoke up again.
“Look, I'm not a shifter,


.:Because it's you:.Aline shook her head, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “Tell me you're lying, Dean!” she begged. “Tell me that this is some sick joke you and Sam came up with.”
Dean didn't look at her, instead he kept staring at Bobby. Every car started shaking violently as Aline turned away from them, her eyes bleeding black. She felt Dean put his hand on her shoulder, but the shaking didn't stop. Aline shrugged out of his grip.
“I-I need to go.”
Bobby put car keys in her hand. “It's in the garage,” he simply told her.
Aline nodded before she took off running toward the garage, keys clenched tightly in her hand. She could slightly hear someone running after her and calling her name. Minutes passed before she made it to the garage. After finding a box and shoving some graveyard dirt, a black cat bone, and a picture of herself into it, she opened the driver's side door, slamming it shut, buckling in, starting the car, and driving, the tears now fa


Season 3
Running Out of Time Chapter 1A Year Left
Dean heard the door shut and footsteps enter. His, Sam's, and Bobby's heads immediately shot up, stopping what they were doing as Aline walked in to the living room. She looked relieved about something, Dean didn't know what.
Bobby stood up and motioned for Aline to go into the kitchen, which she did. Both Winchesters stood up as well, but the older man shook his head without looking at them. He looked worried, as worried as he had been when Dean told him about his deal. Dean watched him go into the kitchen before going back to trying to find Yellow-Eyes.
The sound of a body being shoved into the wall shot him out of his research. He slightly noticed Sam staring at the kitchen as well.
“What the hell did you do?” he heard Bobby ask, his voice muffled by the wall. He sounded pissed.
“Nothing. I just drove, beat up a tree, and cried. That's it,” Aline replied, shrugging off his concern. “I was freaking pissed, Bobby.


Running Out of Time Chapter 2Eleven Months Left
Aline sat up on the couch, immediately walking over to Dean. Her breathing came out rapidly, her blue eyes wide in fright. She pulled the covers off his sleeping body before slowly pulling his shirt up to reveal his toned chest. Dean's eyes shot open, looking over at the brunette.
“What's wrong?” he whispered, careful not to wake up his brother.
Aline's eyes glanced over his body, running her shaking fingers over his chest and stomach before pulling his shirt back down. She checked his arms and legs before relaxing slightly.
“Nothing, Dean,” she whispered back, pulling the covers back over him. “Just go back to sleep.”
He watched the brunette walk back over to the couch, lay back down, and check herself for whatever she was afraid of. When she was satisfied everything was alright, Aline covered herself and fell back to sleep. He checked the clock: midnight.
This had become a nightly occurrence. It had started the d


Running Out of Time Chapter 3Six Months Left
She hadn't noticed Dean when he entered the motel room, his hazel-green eyes wide in shock.
The radio was on in the motel room, playing “Shattered” by Trading Yesterday.
Tears were running down Aline's face as she threw an empty beer bottle at the wall. A tapestry of obscenities were leaving her mouth as she cursed Yellow-Eyes.
“If you weren't already dead, I would kill you myself!” she screamed, throwing a bottle. “You bastard!”
Her focus moved over to a picture of her, Dean, and John that was sitting on the desk. It had been taken the day before they found the Colt. Sam had taken the picture, while Aline and Dean sat on the hood of the Impala and John stood next to them with a smile on his face. Dean had his arm draped around Aline's shoulder, a beer bottle in hand. There was a blush on Aline's smiling face. She had insisted on getting the picture taken, calling it their little piece of normal.
Dean smiled at the me


Sleeping BeautyDean stared at the figure sitting at the desk close to the center of the Devil's Trap, turning the light on and off. He and Sam were back at Bobby's house after hearing about a demon torturing humans before tossing salt on their wounds and burning their bodies in Wyoming. The victims were all male around Dean's age, tongueless and dickless. The figure was that demon, caught right in the act, but it was too late for the guy. From the way the figure acted, Sam guessed that he was recently released from Hell.
Well...they weren't sure about the demon's/vessel's gender. Especially since the guy wouldn't talk to either of them. He would just either sit at the desk like he was now or throw a baseball at the wall while sitting in the middle of the Devil's Trap, reminding Dean of “The Great Escape.” The demon's vessel looked to be about eight inches shorter than Dean. He couldn't tell anything else since most of the guy's face was covered by a mask, his eyes were covered by sunglass


Running Out of Time Chapter 4Three Months Left
Aline's eyes shot open as she sat up, breathing rapidly. She had lost count of how many times she had woken up after one of her nightmares. The brunette didn't even look over when she heard someone else sit up or wrap an arm around her.
“Another one?” a familiar voice inquired, all traces of sleep gone from his voice, replaced by worry.
She didn't respond, instead checking him over for the wounds she saw in her nightmare. Aline pulled up his dark t-shirt, seeing no claw marks or knife wounds on his muscled chest. She sighed in relief as a light blush appeared on her cheeks, feeling his eyes watching her worriedly. Aline thought she would have gotten over feeling embarrassed after he figured out what was going on, but she didn't.
The next thing she checked was her hands while he pulled his shirt down. They were clean. She felt him pull her into his chest and she cried.
He kissed the top of her head, letting her.
Aline looked up into his eye


Running Out of Time Chapter 5
Dream a Little Dream of Me Part 1
Aline was tired, but Sam was trying to keep her awake, pissing her off. She got that he was protecting both her and Dean from getting killed by Jeremy (of course, there had to be dream root in the bottle of soda she had accepted from him). Fortunately, Dean had sneaked the both of them coffee while his brother wasn't looking back at the strip club. Maybe three or four...or fourteen...she lost count. She practically had to hold onto her feet to keep from bouncing around.
“I mean,” Dean started, “this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?”
“That's exactly what I wanna know! Fudging bastard,” Aline added, growling slightly.
Sam glanced between the two of them. “Dean, are you sure you don't want me to drive? You both seem a little...”
Aline and Dean looked over at him.
“...caffeinated.”
“Thanks for the news flash, Edison,” Dean grumbled.
She wo


Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Aline opened the door and found herself standing in an empty hotel room. She looked around before spotting Dean. She smiled and ran over to him, hitting a glass wall. Aline knocked on it.
“Dean!” she called, but he didn't turn around. “Damn it, Winchester, turn around!”
Aline turned around and spotted the door. She started walking over to it, but she looked back at the wall, noticing Dean knocking on it. Aline ran back over to it, noticing she didn't hear the knock. Dean asked her something, but she couldn't hear it.
“What?” she inquired.
He asked her again, but Aline shook her head.
“It's a soundproof wall.”
Dean looked at her curiously and asked her something else.
Aline turned away, looking for a piece of paper and something to write with, but instead she saw the back of a familiar person, turning the light on and off.
“Jeremy?” she inquired.
He stopped playing with the light and turned his head to face her. His hazel-green


Running Out of Time Chapter 7Two Months Left
Aline was alone with Sam two days after her last nightmare in their motel room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Aline was looking in books while listening to music, one headphone hanging loosely just in case the youngest Winchester found something. Dean, on the other hand, was interrogating the witnesses, friends, and relatives of the victims.
“Aline,” she heard Sam state, causing the brunette to pause her music and look up from the book.
“Yeah?” she answered. “You found something, Sammy?”
He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What do you want, then?” she sighed as she closed the book, keeping her finger where she she had stopped reading. “I just want to find out what's causing this and get this case over with.”
Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “It's about when you went driving. And your nightmares.”
Aline froze and looked away from him. S


Running Out of Time Chapter 8
Ghostfacers
Aline sighed as Dean drove the Impala over to the Morton House. It had been a few weeks since Sam found out about her deal and the fact that she was a half-demon (he figured it out on his own a week later when she attempted to perform an exorcism).
Grand Funk's “We're an American Band” was playing on the radio.
She looked out the window staring at nothing in particular before spotting a light from a flashlight that looked to be aimed at the chain link fence in front of the house. “Hey, I think I see someone!” she stated, pointing at the fence.
Sam pulled out a flashlight of his own as Dean slowed the car to a crawl. He aimed the light at the fence. Aline stuck her head out the open window and looked around, making sure to look at the fence. The light had disappeared.
“Weird,” she muttered as they drove out of sight of the fence. “I coulda swore I saw someone.”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kind


You're Never Gonna Get it BackTo say that Aline wasn't in a good mood would be the understatement of the year.
Dean couldn't blame her. At all. He noticed objects shaking around her while they both hid in the basement of the cabin (then again, that had been going on for a few days).
Dean had avoided telling Aline about his nightmares about the hellhounds, knowing it would have pissed her off even more. Bobby, Sam, Aline, and Dean all knew how much time Dean had left until the hellhounds came for him. He was on edge. Had been for the past few days. He could tell Aline was as well. The only time things actually calmed down around her was when she was asleep next to him every night, holding him close to her as if the hellhounds would come while they were sleeping.
They both knew Sam was going to summon Ruby, which was a small part of the reason Aline was pissed in the first place. He was starting to feel desperate, but he didn't want Ruby's help. The Colt was God knew where, being held by God knew who after Bela had s


Season 4
The Scars Will RemainBoth Dean and Aline were standing in a gas station. Dean grabbed a couple of water bottles from a fridge, handing one to Aline before gulping down his own. She opened the bottle and drank the water until she needed to breath. Aline looked at Dean, who was still drinking his water.
“Why?” she asked.
Dean gasped as he stopped drinking. “What do you mean?” he asked her, his voice not sounding as hoarse as it had been earlier.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about. I told you not to.”
“I couldn't just leave you.”
“Well, you should've.”
“It's too late now. Besides, I'm not letting you go back.” He looked away from her, spotting a newspaper. His eyes widened.
“What?”
“September.”
Aline's eyes widened. “That can't be true. It's gotta be...”
He shrugged before walking over to the bathroom, Aline following him. She watched him wash his face in the dingy sink. He stood and pulled his ti


.:Stay With Me:.Aline ran after Dean, thankful that she had chosen to wear ballet flats with her disguise for once. As far as she knew, Sam was still outside the Peaceful Pines Assisted Living next to the Impala. “Dean!” she shouted, trying to get his attention.
“Stay away from me, Aline! I told you I quit!” Dean responded without glancing her way.
She caught up to him, matching her speed to his. “I'm not gonna stay away from you because you tell me to.”
“I thought I told you not to follow me!”
Aline grabbed him by his collar and shoved him into the wall of a nearby building. “Since when have I ever listened to you when you asked me not to follow you?” She paused, looking right into his eyes causing him to look away from her. She could feel his body shaking slightly. “You're scared shitless, Dean, I get that. But you're stuck with me until the day you die.”
Dean looked back at her, fear in his eyes. “Why?”
Aline smiled


Between Forgetting and RememberingAline didn't remember much from the first 30 years she and Dean were in Hell.
She remembered watching Alastair or some other demon torturing Dean, ripping him apart. Aline remembered, after Dean would die on the rack, begging, pleading, to take him off and take his place, but the demons wouldn't budge, telling her that it was his choice to get off on his own. Every time they stopped torturing him, Aline apologized to Dean, saying she was sorry for not getting him out sooner. Before she left, she would kiss his forehead, tasting the blood that ran down it.
Two years after she came down. That was the point when she couldn't remember anything besides being in the same room as Dean. She knew she had blood on her hands, clothes, everywhere, but the blood wasn't Dean's. Not Dean's. Never was. Couldn't be his.
Every single day, Alastair offered her the knife, asking if she wanted to tear Dean apart. She could feel the smirk on her face. Her hands floated inches above each instrument, includin


Sex and ViolenceDean had excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving Aline alone with Nick. She had to admit that the guy wasn't really that much of a dick, like Dean said. For a fed. She took a sip of her soda, glad that at least the strip joint had some non-alcoholic drinks.
“So,” Nick began. “You dating either one of them?”
The brunette choked, coughing for a few minutes. “That's a bit personal, don't you think? Besides, we're supposed to catch whoever is causing these guys to go crazy,” she replied.
“You can't just focus on business. I just want to get to know you a bit.” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. He looked genuinely interested. “Is it Sam?”
She shook her head, laughing at the suggestion. “Yeah, I love Sam. Like he's my brother. Not in the whole 'let's make out' kinda way.”
“Dean?”
She felt her heart begin to race, blood rising to her cheeks immediately. Her palms felt sweaty, and she q


It's a Terrible LifeAline pulled up to the Sandover Bridge & Iron building, parking the Impala in an empty spot. Said empty spot just so happened to be next to a silver Prius. She got out of the car, fixing her suit jacket to make herself look professional.
“Damn I hate wearing this,” she muttered. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up to the door. “Thank God I'm just here to gank whatever's causing people to off themselves.”
She entered the building and walked over to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. It took a few minutes for her to reach her destination, which just so happened to be the office of a Mr. Dean Smith. The brunette paused at the man's first name. It sounded familiar, but she shook herself out of it before knocking on the door.
“Come on in,” a male voice responded.
Aline opened the door and walked in. Her blue eyes widened at the man sitting behind the desk. He had short, slicked down sandy-blond hair, and he was completely focused


Season 5
Fading (Endverse!DeanxEndverse!Demon!Aline)
Aline shot up in bed, biting her tongue hard to keep from screaming. She was trying to regain her breath as she tried not to cry, the images flashing in front of her eyes. The tears fell anyway, and she  quickly got out of bed, stepping out of the cabin and quietly shutting the door behind her. She slid down the wall and just sat there, staring at the sky and letting the tears fall. It was a habit she had picked up two weeks after she arrived at Camp Chitaqua.
It was her way of coping with the nightmares and memories of her time in the Pit, and it was one of the only times when she could be alone with her thoughts, which sometimes was a bad thing. Whenever Cas was sober (and not conducting orgies), he'd offer to come with her when she wanted to spend time with her thoughts, but she refused, preferring to be left alone. It was how she had dealt with it after clawing her way out since she still refused to touch any form of alcohol or drugs.
“Wait, it's all that I can take,&


Season 9
Take Me As I Am
Warning: This work contains spoilers to the ninth season finale of Supernatural and major character death. You have been warned.
She knew she was dying. There was no other way to describe how everything else was blurring around her.
Sam was trying to get the both of them into the Impala, promising to get them up and moving again with tears falling from his eyes.
Weary.
Tired.
Weak.

Her eyelids felt heavy.
Both she and Dean had always talked about something like this happening the moment she came back from making that deal. That time they had together was the only time he indulged in chick-flick moments. Her mind flashed back to when they talked about it before Abaddon's death.
"What are we gonna do?" Aline asked. Her head was lying on his naked chest after a more gentle round two. She didn't even have to explain what she meant by that.
"We tell Sam everything we never told him before," Dean replied while he ran his fingers through her hair. "Are you...
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Ghostfacers


Aline sighed as Dean drove the Impala over to the Morton House. It had been a few weeks since Sam found out about her deal and the fact that she was a half-demon (he figured it out on his own a week later when she attempted to perform an exorcism).

Grand Funk's “We're an American Band” was playing on the radio.

She looked out the window staring at nothing in particular before spotting a light from a flashlight that looked to be aimed at the chain link fence in front of the house. “Hey, I think I see someone!” she stated, pointing at the fence.

Sam pulled out a flashlight of his own as Dean slowed the car to a crawl. He aimed the light at the fence. Aline stuck her head out the open window and looked around, making sure to look at the fence. The light had disappeared.

“Weird,” she muttered as they drove out of sight of the fence. “I coulda swore I saw someone.”

Dean shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kind of animal,” he suggested.

Aline raised an eyebrow. “Since when does an animal need a flashlight?” She shivered.

“Scared, Peverell?”

She looked over at Dean. “You're really just looking for a reason to hold me, aren't you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean parked the car behind the house, out of anyone's sight.

*~*~*~*SPN*~*~*~*

“Anything yet?” Sam whispered.

“Not a thing, sir!” Aline and Dean whispered back before laughing.

Sam rolled his eyes again as the other two high-fived each other.

The three of them were on the first floor of the house, bags slung on their shoulders, guns loaded with salt bullets in one hand and flashlights in the other.

“You two and your references,” Sam whispered, shaking his head.

“Stop handing them to us, then, Sammy,” Dean replied, a smile on his face.

Just then, the three of them heard footsteps, causing the smiles to vanish from Dean's and Aline's faces. The footsteps sounded too human.

“Kids,” Aline whispered, earning a nod from Dean.

All three of them put their guns away and began walking toward those footsteps.

“...I think it was just this branch... Okay...in the window,” she heard a man say.

“This is spooky, man. This place...,” she heard a different one respond.

The moment the lights from hers, Sam's, and Dean's flashlights landed on the two boys, Aline got a good look at them. The one she assumed that spoke first had short hair and looked to be about the average height of a 23 year old. The second boy had dark curly hair and looked to be the same height as the first. Aline swore he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

The short haired man turned to face them. “Okay. Oh, no!” he stated, his dark blue eyes widening in shock.

Curly hair turned around, camera in hand.

“Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!” Dean ordered.

He, along with Sam and Aline, neared the two men, flashlights aimed directly at them.

“All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy,” Sam added.

“Let's see some identification,” Aline ordered.

“Come on. Let's see some I.D.”

“What—are we under—under arrest?” short hair questioned, his tone and stuttering giving away his nervousness.

“We are unarmed,” curly hair added.

“Oh, god. Oh, god.”

“Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh, Corbett?” Dean inquired.

After he mentioned it, Aline looked down at Corbett's outfit, which was a soldier's uniform. She raised an eyebrow. “Please do,” Aline added.

Just then, curly hair's eyes widened. “I know you,” he stated.

“Yeah, sure you do,” Aline interrupted. “Give me some identification.”

“Yeah, ho—whoa, hold on a second. I know you three. Yeah.”

Corbett looked over at curly hair. “What?” he asked.

“Yeah, huh.”

“Holy shit!” Sam cursed, causing both his brother and Aline to look at him curiously.

“What?” they both asked at once.

She could feel Corbett's and curly hair's stares, but she ignored them.

“Uh, West Texas...the...the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?”

Aline's eyes widened in realization as she looked at curly hair. She grabbed Dean's hand at the name. It had been just a name then.

“Fuck me,” Dean stated, also looking at curly hair.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Aline responded.

Curly hair nodded. “Yeah, we're not the hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test that well,” he stated as Aline flinched slightly.

“Ed, what's going on?” Corbett inquired.

That's his name! Aline remembered. Ed Zeddmore. Still sounds like Winston's name. She almost laughed at the Ghostbusters reference, but all she got out was a smile. Dean looked at her curiously. “I'll tell you later,” she mouthed to him, the hunter nodding slightly.

“They're not cops, buddy—no, not at all.”

“Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you—A different guy?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah.”

“Is he around here somewhere?”

“He's running around, chasing ghosts.”

“Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here,” Aline told Ed, her smile disappearing.

“All right. Listen here. We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you.”

Dean looked between Sam and Aline, saying, “They were here first.”

“They called dibs,” Aline replied.

“Mm hmm,” Ed stated before Dean grabbed him. “Oh, god.”

Aline looked around. “Ed...”

“Yeah?”

“...where's your partner?”

*~*~*~*SPN*~*~*~*

Aline, Dean, and Spruce were in the basement. Daggett had taken Sam, and Aline was pissed and worried. She knew Dean felt the same. Spruce was holding a camera, recording them. Aline and Dean were looking for anything that would help them find Sam.

“Hey, can I ask you guys something?” he asked.

“What?” Aline asked, annoyed.

“Earlier, you two and Sam—he said you both had two months left?”

“Yeah,” Dean responded, “it's complicated. A while ago, Sam...,” he paused, turning to face him, “No. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my bullshit problems to some bullshit reality show. I'm gonna do my fucking job.” He turned away from him again.

“What about you?”

Aline turned and glared at Spruce. “Same,” she responded. She went back to her search, practically throwing stuff as she searched. “Besides, I just want to find Sam, burn the bastard's corpse, and get out of here.”

Dean walked over to her. “You okay?” he whispered as he helped her look.

Aline ran her fingers through her hair. “Is it bad that I flinch every single time someone talks about...you know?” she whispered back.

“It's not gonna happen to you, though.”

“I know. It's just I...” she paused, hearing music.

“What?”

“Is it cancer?” she heard Spruce ask.

“Shut up. You hear that?” she asked.

Dean nodded, walking over to the wall. A cabinet was right in front of it.

“Is that music?”

“Yeah, it's coming from behind this wall,” he responded.

Aline walked over to help, but Dean shook his head, pushing the cabinet away from the wall singlehandedly.

“Wow, you're strong,” Spruce stated.

Dean flipped him the bird while Aline pulled her gun out. He pulled out his sawed-off before leaning toward the brunette's ear. “No dick jokes,” he whispered, earning a playful slap.

“I may be immature, Dean, but not that immature,” she whispered back.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

She punched him in the arm this time. At the door to the bomb shelter, Dean motioned for the both of them to kick down the door, which they did at the count of three. Daggett was standing a few inches away from Sam. The younger Winchester had a party hat on his head.

“Sam!!” Dean shouted before both he and Aline shot Daggett. He then untied Sam.

The half-demon looked at the rest of the table. She guessed he was celebrating his birthday. Of course, the corpses he took from the morgue were there along with a new one.
Aline realized with a start that it was Corbett.

*~*~*~*SPN*~*~*~*

Aline sat back in her chair as the footage finished. Of course, Ed and Harry had bleeped out the curses that came from Sam, Dean, and herself, but that wasn't surprising. The three of them were at the Ghostfacers Headquarters, after having been invited to see the finished product by Ed and Harry.

“So, guys,” she heard Ed start, “what do you think? Are you alright?”

Aline glanced over at Dean.

“You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome,” he stated.

“Half-awesome?” Maggie asked. “That—that's full-on good, right?”

“Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done,” Sam added.

“Agreed,” Aline stated, noticing Dean secretly slip something into the backpack under the table out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah. It's a real tight rope you guys are walking there,” Dean threw in.

“Yeah, all right guys.”

Ed waved it off. “Nah, that's reality, man. Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world,” he stated.

“Right,” Sam stated. “Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?”

“A straightjacket,” Aline replied, pretending to be in a straightjacket.

“Or a punch in the face,” Dean threw in, playfully punching her arm. “Sometimes both.”

“True.”

“Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century,” Harry replied.

“Oh yeah,” Ed added, causing Aline to almost laugh.

“You got us there,” Dean stated as the three hunters stood up.

“Yeah,” Sam admitted.

“Yeah, well, we'll see you around,” Aline said, trying, and succeeding, in keeping a straight face.

“Peace out,” Spruce stated.

Sam, Dean, and Aline walked out the door. The moment the door closed behind them, Aline looked between the boys, a wide smirk on her face as they walked to the Impala.

“Dicks,” she heard Harry say, earning an eye roll from the brunette.

“The nerve of them, calling us dicks,” Aline stated dramatically, earning laughs from both boys as they walked away from the building. “20 says they'll freak out about the electromagnet right before we get in the car.”

Sam rolled his eyes. The three of them had agreed on bringing an electromagnet with them, but it had been Aline's idea to bring it in a backpack since the Ghostfacers wouldn't have thought twice about it.

“20 when we're in Baby,” Dean stated.

The moment they got to the Impala, Sam asked, “We clean?”

They heard Ed scream, “No!!! Are you kidding me???”

Aline laughed as Dean reluctantly handed her the twenty.

“Electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive that they have,” she answered, stuffing the bill in her pocket. The three of them entered the car, buckling in.

“The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers.”

“It's too bad. I kinda liked the show,” Dean stated, starting the car.

“I actually liked it, too,” Aline inserted.

“It had its moments,” Sam replied as they drove off to find another case.
Running Out of Time Chapter 8
ROOT Chapter 8.

"Ghostfacers," from Aline's POV.

Posting this while listening to "Batty Rap" from Fern Gully.

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Aline was alone with Sam two days after her last nightmare in their motel room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Aline was looking in books while listening to music, one headphone hanging loosely just in case the youngest Winchester found something. Dean, on the other hand, was interrogating the witnesses, friends, and relatives of the victims.

“Aline,” she heard Sam state, causing the brunette to pause her music and look up from the book.

“Yeah?” she answered. “You found something, Sammy?”

He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted to talk about.”

“What do you want, then?” she sighed as she closed the book, keeping her finger where she she had stopped reading. “I just want to find out what's causing this and get this case over with.”

Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “It's about when you went driving. And your nightmares.”

Aline froze and looked away from him. She knew exactly what he was talking about. “There's nothing to talk about. I just drove and beat up a tree. Nothing else.” She knew he wouldn't believe that, but she really didn't want to tell him. At all.

“What about the nightmares?”

She closed her eyes tightly, her nightmare flashing before her eyes. “J-just Dean getting torn apart by hellhounds and going to Hell.”

“But you check your hands, too.”

“I was holding him when he died in my dreams, okay?” She sounded defensive, she knew that. “I saw his blood on my hands, and I couldn't stop him from dying.”

She heard Sam get up and walk over to her, sitting on the bed beside her. “Just tell me what's going on, Ally. Why won't you talk about it?”

The half-demon opened her eyes and looked at him. “You'll try and get me out of it.” It was as close to the real reason she could get without mentioning her own deal.

She watched as Sam's eyes widened in realization. “How long?”

Aline looked away from him, knowing he understood and not willing to tell him.

“How long?”

“Four weeks after Dean.” She choked on the words. “Don't even try to get me out of it, Sam. I'm getting him out of there before...something happens to him.”

“And what? You'll take his place? You're not going down there, Aline.”

She looked back at him, a determined look on her face. “It's my decision to make. Not yours. I'm doing this whether you, Dean, or even Bobby want me to or not. As for the nightmares...I don't want to talk about them, Sam. I just...I can't.”

Luckily, Sam nodded in understanding and pulled her into a hug. “I'll get you out of this.”

“Even though I'm telling you not to?”

“Yeah. I know you love Dean and all, but sacrificing your life for him?”

Aline smiled and nodded as the door opened. Sam had known about her crush on his brother ever since John's death. “Definitely worth it.”

Just then, she heard someone clear their throat. Aline looked up and locked eyes with Dean.

“I hope I'm not interrupting anything,” he teased.

She looked back at Sam and noticed how close she was to him. Sam quickly let go, and Aline scooted away from him, both of their faces flushing red in embarrassment.

“It was just a hug, Dean,” Aline told him.

Dean sat down on the other bed, a smirk on his face. “Sure it was.”

“Dick.”

“Ass. So,” he paused, leaning forward the smirk gone. “You tell him?”

“He...figured it out on his own.”

She felt Sam looking between the two of them. “Why didn't you tell me when you told him?” he asked.

“I didn't want you to worry about me.”

“I worried about you anyway while you were having those nightmares. If you fell asleep in the car, you'd wake up screaming bloody murder. It was like you were being tortured or something.”

Aline froze. Honestly, he had no idea how close he was to the last few minutes of her nightmares. “I'm sorry, Sam. I really am.” She opened her book, started her music again, and began to read, this time putting the other headphone in her ear.
Running Out of Time Chapter 7
ROOT Chapter 7.

Sam finds out about Aline's deal.

Sorry it's a little late. To make up for my lateness, I'm going to be posting "Ghostfacers" tonight. I will. I mean it.

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