Author's Note: So this has been sitting on my laptop for nearly a year. It's still a work in progress and I'm unsure if I want to finish it, so I guess I'm just posting it now to see the reception it's going to receive and whether or not it's worth finishing.
The story is mostly planned out, I just kind of stopped halfway through because I got sucked into the Marvel fandom again. So for you non-Marvel fans, enjoy some Hunters ;)
"Allisooonnnnn!"
"Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?"
"I can't take your pain away."
"It's because it doesn't hurt."
"It's okay, it's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love; the first person I ever loved; the person I'll always love. I love you, Scott- Scott McCall."
"You need to tell my dad. You need to- tell him- tell him.."
Damp, cold, stone walls surround her. A sconce with a candle's flickering wick is her only light source, and an impossible rusty cage door is her only exit. Screams echo all around her, but it's the whimpering and pleading of others that make Allison's heart beat double. The door is unsurprisingly locked and no amount of pushing or kicking will make it budge.
"Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?"
"I can't take your pain away."
"It's because it doesn't hurt."
"It's okay, it's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love; the first person I ever loved; the person I'll always love. I love you, Scott- Scott McCall."
"You need to tell my dad. You need to- tell him- tell him.."
"Well, hello, gorgeous." Allison's eyes snap open from reliving her last moments over and over, her gaze landing on the form of a man standing outside her cell. From what little light is out in the corridor, she can make out that his hair is shaved closed to his head and that the bottom half of his face is covered in stubble. For being such a rank and dank place, the man looks oddly comfortable in a pair of slacks and a white button down with it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "You're new here."
With what little light that's available, Allison's able to see the whites of the man's eyes vanish within the blink of an eye. Pure black stares down at her as fear hits her so strong and sudden that bile burns at the back of her throat. Something is definitely wrong here- she's not supposed to be here- and no matter how hard she fights back, the man easily overpowers her as he steps into her cell.
The only thing she's capable of in this hellish place is screaming her throat raw when they chain her up in another room and cut into her body.
"Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?"
'Lydia..?'
"Wakey, wakey, beautiful. Time for another go."
More cutting. More gutting. More maniacal laughter.
"I love you, Scott- Scott.."
"You need to tell my dad. You need to- tell him- tell him.."
She lays curled in the fetal position, eyes dull and blank as she stares into nothingness. With no sure way to tell time, Allison's not sure how long she's been here- wherever here is. The only thing she's aware of is that the man who visits her loves to hear her scream.
"Allisooonnnnn!"
'Is that my name? Allison?' she wonders to herself one day. Her memories used to be constant- used to be the only thing keeping her sane in this dark place- but they've faded over time. So many names whirl around her mind, but she no longer knows how important they are to her- if they are even important her at all. Even their faces have gone blank over time.
"You're a tough one to break, cookie. Are you sure you don't want to trade up? You'd make such a good little torturer."
Torture another being? Never. She'd never do it. "Screw you."
"Suit yourself."
Dean has just taken a seat at the table- the masterpiece of a cheeseburger with grilled onions waiting to be devoured sitting in front of him- when Castiel appears. The rustle of wings has the elder brother sighing and pouting, and the younger Winchester looks up from the grilled chicken salad in front of him.
"Cas? Back so soon?"
"No, no, no," Dean grumbles. "We're on a break, you dick. Go away." He ignores the angel as best as he can and picks up the greasy burger with both hands, shoving the monstrosity into his mouth and taking a chunk out of it.
Castiel frowns at the name calling and Dean's table manners, and Sam merely chuckles as he digs into his own lunch. "What's wrong?"
"I have a.. favor to ask of you," the angel admits hesitantly. So hesitantly that it immediately garners the brothers' attention. "A great wronging has been uncovered and we must set it right."
"We..?" Sam asks. "You and us or you and-"
"My brothers and sisters," Castiel states. "At least, the ones who are still speaking to me and looking to hopefully redeem themselves for not realizing this mistake sooner."
"Mhm," Dean hums around another bite of his burger. "What did you do?" He teases as best as he can. "You look guilty. I've never seen you look this guilty." The angel in question fidgets under their stares and it's then they realize something really is wrong. "Cas?" Dean gulps down the food in his mouth. "What did you guys do?"
"Technically, we didn't do anything. And that's the problem."
"Go on."
"A girl of only seventeen years died. Her soul was meant for Heaven, but after some unforeseen events, her soul was sent to Hell." Dean and Sam's eyes subtly go wide, and Castiel softly sighs. "We only just realized it and to make up for not seeing it sooner, we're giving back her life. We- I need you to look after her since you're the best men I know. Her mind's been broken and she doesn't remember anyone or anything from her past. It'll come slowly to her, and she needs to let it happen on it's own as is. Hunting with you will kick start everything from there, so you just need to let her work at her own pace."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean stands up so abruptly that his chair scrapes back loudly. "We are not babysitters, Cas! We can't exactly put our lives on hold for a kid."
"You won't have to," he frowns. "And she's not exactly a child anymore. She's just shy of her twenty first birthday now."
Dean and Sam go deadly quiet at Cas' admission. They know that time works differently in Hell- that Dean's four months dead on Earth had meant he spent forty years in Hell- so if she's been dead for several years on Earth.. then that means it's been a very, very long time in Hell for her.
"She was a Hunter as well," Castiel admits. "Her whole family hunted werewolves, but things changed when her family moved to California."
"What things?" Sam wonders.
"She fell in love. With a werewolf."
Dean snorts and shakes his head. "A hunter and a werewolf. That's just a recipe for disaster."
"It would have been.. if he'd been the breed of werewolf you're used to."
"Wait- what?!" Sam pushes back from the table, their food already forgotten. "What do you mean by breed?"
"There's obviously different breeds of creatures." Castiel rolls his eyes and it takes everything in Dean to not smirk at the action. Human emotion suited the angel well. "These werewolves are good- mostly. They don't eat hearts and when they turn, their mind is still their own as long as they have an anchor that keeps them anchored to their humanity." He takes a moment for that to sink in and then he's filling them in on more. "Their little town was cursed with the worst of luck, but the town has always been protected by the current werewolf pack living there to the best of their ability. Something evil was terrorizing their town and sacrificing people a while back, and when these children's parents were abducted, they ritually sacrificed themselves to find them."
"Kids ritually sacrificed themselves?! How did we not know about this town?" Dean explodes.
"They covered the tracks pretty well. The Sheriff now knows everything about the monster world and he now protects the alpha werewolf since his human son is part of the pack. His son just also happens to be one of the three that sacrificed himself.
"However, the three kids lived, but it wasn't without cost. The sacrifice ended up putting a darkness around their hearts and when the girl later died during a completely different battle, we think that the darkness shrouding her soul is what got her sent to Hell by accident."
"This is- this is crazy. You know that, right?" Dean shakes his head in disbelief. "I broke in Hell after thirty years and it messed me up. How are you so sure this girl isn't gonna come back with a few screws loose herself?"
"We have our eyes down in the pit," Castiel confides in them. "She has not broken in the way you did, Dean. To this day, she refuses her torturer, but the very essence that makes the girl her has long faded. She'll be a clean slate when she's topside, and it'll take a while for her memories and skills to resurface. Only when she's ready can she be taken home. Like I said before, you're the best men I know. She'll be safe with you while she recuperates."
Dean and Sam are quiet now, both staring at one another and silently communicating with just the quirks of their eyebrows and shoulder shrugs. Dean eventually sighs and rubs a hand down the length of his face, and Sam frowns while shifting from foot to foot.
"Is her family still in California?" Sam eventually asks.
"Yes. Both her father and her pack."
Dean huffs. "Since when did humans start being accepted as pack members?"
"Since always. You don't have to be a wolf to be part of a pack," Cas says. "Allison's then boyfriend- her first love- was a beta werewolf who rose to alpha status surprisingly fast. His second-in-command is his best friend- a human as well- and then there's a beta werewolf that the alpha had to bite in order to save his life. The rest of the pack consists of a kitsune, a werecoyote, a banshee, a hellhound, and three of the human parents."
Dean scowls as Cas lists off the creatures that they usually kill, but Sam's suddenly intrigued. "And these.. creatures are all good?"
"Yes. By day, the children all attend college and their part-time jobs. By night, they're protecting the town from evil."
"Can we have some time to think about it?" Sam asks. "To research these people before we help them."
"You have until tonight. We're pulling Allison Argent from Hell in the next couple of hours."
So here's how things are going to go down. Obviously, this is an AU. Timeline wise.. *sighs*.. I'm gonna fuck shit up ;)
In the Teen Wolf!verse, everything after season 5 is just what pops into my head. As for the Supernatural!verse, everything up to and including season 10 happened. HOWEVER, when the mark is removed from Dean, it releases no such thing as 'the darkness' and the brothers try to get on with their lives. Enter Castiel bringing the task of one Allison Argent ;)
Also, I'm screwing up the Winchester's ages and saying that Dean's in his early thirties and Sam his late twenties. This may or may not be for romantic reasons- shush!