Allison's POV
It was late at night. Normally I'd be in bed by now because I had school the next morning, but our spring break was here, and I had nothing better to do with my time other than practice archery. The ritual my friends and I performed to save our parents had brutal side effects. Scott was always on the brink of phasing and wasn't able to control it. Stiles was having trouble deciphering what was real and what wasn't. Then there was me the hunter who was slowly losing her mind, seeing her dead aunt everywhere she went and unable to get rid of the constant trembling in her hands. My hands shaking so badly were one of the reasons I decided I needed to practice so late at night. I wasn't going to be help to anyone if I didn't fix the fact that my aim was horrible now and I couldn't get distance with the arrows I shot. It frustrated me when I constantly kept missing the bullseye on the tree. I felt hopeless. The only thing I knew I was good at and now it's gone. I tried one last time and saw my hands trembling again as I focused my aim. When I let the string go the arrow went straight towards the ground. I threw my compound bow on the ground and grunted nearly ready to give up. Suddenly I heard voices shouting in the distance.
"Sammy, I'm out of bullets." One yelled, his voice sounding frantic. "So am I." The other admitted.
I picked up my bow and ran to see what was going on. My eyes widened as I saw the werewolves surrounding two men who couldn't have been much older than I was. I didn't even realize that more werewolves had found their way into Beacon hills until now. I took a breath and lifted my bow aiming it at one of the wolves who was about to attack the tall one. When I saw the arrow make its mark in the wolves hip, and that my hand stopped shaking, I was shocked. I immediately shot another arrow at ones head. I turned to the boys who seemed just as shocked as I was. I threw my knife to the blonde one and shook my head. "A little help here?" I said shooting another arrow as the wolf pack came towards me now. To be honest I wasn't afraid of the betas. I knew I could handle them. It was the alpha's that scared the crap out of me. The boys nodded at me and the one cut and stabbed the last of the werewolves, while the others ran away. I looked up at the two, breathing heavily.
"Are you a hunter?" The blonde one asked, still slightly shocked. I nodded in return.
"Is it that obvious?" I smirked a little.
"You look like you're no older than what 16?" He shook his head, seeming agitated.
"For the record I'm 18… and I believe I just saved both your asses." I glared and rolled my eyes, picking up my bow and grabbing my knife from him.
"What my brother meant to say is thank you." The tall one grinned politely. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." Dean waved his hand quickly, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Allison." I answered back.
"Chris forgot to mention there were other hunters out here." Dean admitted, brushing his hand through his hair. "Especially one's that look like Katniss." He shook his head.
"Chris Argent?" I asked curiously not knowing my dad was involved with these two. Sam nodded his head.
"Yeah, you know him?" Sam raised his brow.
"Yeah, he's my father." I said, while putting my knife back in its case. "Wait you're the Winchester brothers?"
"The one and only." Dean added and glanced around the woods. "Um it might just be me, but something tells me we should get the hell out of here before that pack comes back." I nodded in agreement. I walked with Sam and Dean to their impala
"67 chevy impala?" I looked at the car grinning. My dad taught me a few things about cars since he knew I admired and appreciated the craftsmanship that went into a piece of work like this.
"You know cars?" Dean seemed a little interested in talking to me now.
"Yeah, my dad used fix cars before he sold guns to the FBI. He showed me a thing or two. We worked on an impala like this before. They're beautiful cars." I said getting into the car showing them where my home was.
"So I guess our dad's worked together on cases before huh?" Dean looked back at her while he was driving.
"Yeah, they did. I met John once or twice when I was younger. He helped my dad with some werewolf case off In Pennsylvania." I said, while Dean and Sam grew quieter the further they got to my house. "It's this house here." I pointed to the first drive that they pulled into.
We got in the house and I immediately laid my hunting stuff down on the coffee table, and sat on the couch. Dean sat next to me and awkwardly sighed out. "Is your father home?" Dean asked and I shook my head no.
"He's out on business for the night."
"He didn't really go into specifics on why he called us down here. It seems to me like you know a little of what's going on. Care to elaborate on what you know?" He raised his brow as Sam sat on the chair opposite of us.
"I know the werewolves seem like they're the threat here, but they're not. Some of them are my friends." I admitted rubbing my arm slightly nervous telling them the truth. Dean scoffed a little and shook his head.
"Kids these days, they see those stupid unrealistic supernatural romance movies, and start looking for trouble. Allison you're a hunter. You know just as well as we do that werewolves are unpredictable, therefor dangerous. You need to put them down before they hurt somebody." Dean seemed like he was getting protective.
"Dean, It's not always that easy." Sam added, and rolled his eyes slightly.
"My friends are innocent. They haven't hurt anybody and they aren't going to. They're the ones protecting this town. They're helping me and my father." I glared a little. I was not going to put up with stubborn hunters that were willing to kill my friends and anything else that were supernatural.
"Well I'll be damned." Dean said in surprise. "Didn't see that one coming."
"Maybe I should handle the question from now on." Sam said, looking at Allison. "Do you know why your father called us down here?" Sam asked politely. I liked him, he actually calmed my nerves down unlike his brother.
"You're hunters so I assume you know what a Durach is." Sam nodded in response.
"Yeah, it's some kind of druid. They do sacrifices." Sam answered and I shook my head and sighed.
"Well one of them came here. She kidnapped my father and my friend's parents, to make them the sacrifice as payback. We didn't know if or where we could find them so we found a ritual that would allow us to find them." I stopped for a second and saw Dean shaking his head yet again.
"A ritual seriously?" Dean asked and buried his face in his hands. "Allison do you have any idea what kind of doors that can open? What you're letting in without even realizing it?"
"You performed a location ritual? Can you describe what went into this?" Sam asked calmly, interrupting Dean's fit.
"We had to drown in a tub of ice with a item that connected us to our parents. The person we had a tie with were the ones who held us down, so they could bring us back once we woke up. We knew what we getting ourselves into, Dean. That's why you're here. Because the ritual brought supernatural things here. Things that Beacon Hills has never experienced before. We're out numbered." I looked at the boys sternly, trying to show them that I wasn't some kid screwing around with witch craft.
"After the ritual have you been noticing anything weird? Anything at all you can think of?" Dean looked at me seriously.
"I've been having visions of my dead aunt. My friend Stiles can't tell the difference between reality and day dream anymore, and Scott feels like he's always going to turn." I said, sighing as my hands began to tremble again, Sam noticed it.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked with concern in his voice and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it." I shook my head, and hid my hands underneath my legs.
"Allison, do you think you could introduce us to these friends of yours tomorrow?" Dean asked me curiously and I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I don't think they would mind. Anything to help." I admitted and smiled weakly at them as they yawned, which caused me to yawn. "Did you guys have a place to stay tonight?" I wondered and Sam shook his head.
"We haven't found a motel around here yet." Sam said rubbing the back of his head gently.
"You guys can stay here. We have a guest bedroom upstairs and one of you can crash on the couch down here if you want. You're also welcome to anything in the fridge." I said while getting up and heading towards the stairs.
"That sounds like my cue to head to the kitchen." Dean said contently moving towards the fridge in the kitchen.
"If you need me I'll be upstairs." I smiled at Sam
"Thanks…Goodnight." Sam replied back as I headed towards my room, hoping sleep wouldn't be a problem tonight.