A/N: Thank you to smartty2000 for their review! I hope you like this chapter! xx
Katherine: I am practically starting the story again from just before season 4 instead of season 1 and taking a slightly different direction with Allie :) She is going to be slightly more independent but other than that she will remain the same! Also, the relationships will be the same but a lot more will be happening now that I have a definite plot and a ton of ideas from season 4 onwards :) I hope you enjoy this next chapter, Allie and Dean will be reunited in the next chapter and she'll finally see Sam who she hasn't seen since they were kids! xx
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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, the characters or plot. I do own Allie, her plot and any characters that you do not recognise.
Allie missed her family and she wanted to go home but she couldn't. Castiel had told her everything about her abilities and the rules were simple – learn to control the powers, you go home. He had been kind enough to fill her cell with things that she loved and had brought her flowers from one of the many gardens in heaven. The girl smiled at the effort her protector had put into making her comfortable but she still felt like a prisoner. Trapped until she met the conditions of her release. She was relieved however when she realised that her abilities did not seem to affect her in such intensity here; heaven was filled with angels who lacked all but the basic of emotions so Allie could be sure that every emotion she felt was her own.
She was also relieved to finally have some answers regarding her supernatural skills. Allie was the Seventh. The legend stated that the Seventh must be male, the seventh son of a seventh son; Allie's birth should have broken the male bloodline and the power should have died with her father but here she was and no one in any dimension could understand why. The young woman from South Dakota had somehow managed to not only maintain the power of her ancestors but also increase it. Castiel had suggested that this may have been because she was a direct descendant of Abel who was thought to be God's favourite child of Adam and Eve; he told Allie that she was of striking resemblance to the man and that he thought perhaps God had seen this and given her the power personally. Allie believed that it was an accident and that God had no part to play in the matter, she wasn't even sure if he existed.
According to legend, the Seventh was destined to rid the world of evil whilst both sides would attempt to manipulate them for their own purposes. They would have the power to heal, foresee the future and the powers of a sorcerer. There was lore from all areas of Earth and it was safe to say that the truth could not be separated from the exaggerations, so Allie was tasked with learning all of it. The only aspects that she knew to be true were those that she had experienced first-hand: if the Seventh does not learn to control their power then they experience a premature death, the Seventh will be gifted with a Sixth Sense – the gift of premonitions and Extrasensory Perception (ESP) and the Seventh will be a cure to all ailments. As far as Allie knew she had never experienced sorcery and according to the lore, that was the hardest to control.
After months of learning about her power, Allie was ready to learn control. Castiel had read somewhere that the best way to harness a power was through the use of it, they had tried meditation but the girl lacked the concentration and grew frustrated so he stood in front of her and used every weakness she had against her. The most effective being Dean Winchester. After an hour or so of goading, threats and false tales, Allie finally snapped and the power of sorcery manifested itself.
The angel found himself being held against the bars of the cell by an invisible force. He tried to fight against her but found it to be of no use, the Seventh was a lot more powerful than the angels had originally thought. Allie stood in front of him as a wind whipped around the cell, tugging at her long brunette hair, her eyes glowed a vibrant purple as she gritted her teeth.
"Control it!"
"I can't!" The girl screamed through gritted teeth as the windows smashed inwards, cutting her face.
The hurricane finally stopped and Castiel fell to the ground after what felt like forever. He sighed as he looked at the girl; her power had drained her, her nose bled and her eyes wept until she finally fell unconscious subsequently releasing the angel. He was new to all of this; humans, mentoring and most definitely magic. He was a soldier and he had no idea how to help the girl who had a destiny larger than anyone could have predicted. Castiel knew how much Allie wanted to return to Earth but he was under strict orders, she had to remain in heaven until she was no longer of danger to herself or anyone else.
When she woke, Allie's head was spinning and she was furious at herself. She wanted to go home and she couldn't control the sorcery aspect of her abilities. She had been trying now for the best part of a year, Cas had been patient with her as she threw him across the room and broke his vessel in more ways that she would like to admit and she was fed up of fainting all the time, although that appeared to be the only way to stop her.
She punched the concrete wall in frustration, again and again and she screamed in anger as her blood boiled and her temperature rose. Stupid. Punch. Weak-minded. Punch. Punch. Fool. Punch.
"Don't let them affect to you." A voice sounded from the cell next door. Gadreel – he had become somewhat of a friend to the young woman during her time there, he always listened as she voiced her frustrations and Allie had grown to like him despite Castiel's disapproval. The angel had been locked away in the prison since the beginning of time, he had been in charge of protecting the Garden of Eden from evil (particularly Lucifer) and was imprisoned when the snake entered the Garden which led to the corruption of mankind and the creation of Hell. "You have more strength than you think. Have patience."
"I can't do it. I'm never going to be able to control it." Allie answered quietly as she slid down the wall that joined their cells, concentrating as a purple glow surrounded her bleeding knuckles. Healing used a lot of her energy but it was the only ability she had learned to control. "Now I know how all the monsters I've hunted feel…I'm one of them."
"You are no monster, Allie. You have generations of power inside of you. You are from an unbroken bloodline of seventh sons."
"Cas thinks that it's for my own good, keeping me here but it's just heaven's way of bending me to their will. It's not fair." The young girl sighed, she knew that Castiel was doing everything to protect her and to help her so she could return home but Allie also knew that whoever was giving the order, wanted her here for a reason.
"Just because something is difficult, does not mean you should give up." Gadreel spoke causing the girl to smile. "You were born with the purest heart, do not let anything corrupt it."
"I don't think you're as bad as everyone tells you." Allie whispered, "Good people sometimes do bad things."
PRESENT DAY
It had been six years. Six years since Allie had seen her adoptive father. Six years since she had seen Dean. She had wondered if they ever gave up looking for her and she worried what would have happened to them if they didn't.
Recently, she had heard a lot of talk about the beginning of the apocalypse, the ultimate heaven versus hell and Zachariah, a high ranking angel, had been trying to get her to sign on as one of their personal soldiers. Allie had refused, saying she would play no part in Lucifer and Michael's brotherly bout.
She thought about the impending doom and wanted more than ever to go home.
"Allie, I regret to inform you that I have been dishonest. Dean is not well. He is in Hell." Castiel spoke.
"What…How?" Allie spoke, her face paled before anger took over, "You lied to me?!"
"He made a deal." Zachariah interrupted as he entered with another angel. "There are rumours that the Seventh can kill an angel with a single touch. Inias has volunteered. Try it."
"What?" The girl breathed in shock, she had just learned that her best friend was in Hell and now she was expected to kill an angel? "No. I won't do it."
"Allie…" Castiel began to protest.
"No Cas! Can't you see that it's wrong?" she argued before turning back to Zachariah, "You don't kill one of your own. You said it yourself, there's an apocalypse coming! You are going to need all the soldiers you can get; you can't sacrifice someone on a whim!"
The three angels looked confused, after all these years Allie still couldn't wrap her head around their lack of morality. She missed humans.
"Yes we do need all the soldiers we can get but you refuse."
Allie glared at her guardian angel in defiance and turned back to his superior, "You want me to help you then fine. I will do whatever you need me to do. But you will take me home and you will get Dean out of Hell." She demanded.
"Deal." The angel agreed, a little too quickly for her liking. "But if you refuse, I will send Dean Winchester to the deepest corner of Hell and he will never see the light of day again. Do you understand?"
The young woman knew that she was going to come to regret this but she had made a promise to Dean when they were younger: as long as she was alive and breathing, she would keep him safe.
