Chapter 2: Redemption

Her car was a new comfort to her as she gently shut the door behind her. The leather seats and the ever present smell of vanilla set her mind at ease as she let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. All she had to do now was forget, that's all that was left. The strange feeling that seemed to consume her whenever she thought his name would vanish and soon Dean Winchester would just be one of the mistakes of her past. Slowly she braved a look outside of her car to find that the two men whom she had seen previous standing by the Chevy Impala were now nowhere to be found, something that Allie was grateful for. The engine purred as she placed the keys in the ignition, ready to back out of the parking lot when a sudden knock on the window sent her into a screaming frenzy. The laughing figure of her twenty-one year old brother smiled back at her as he motioned for her to roll the window down. "What the hell Christian? You scared the shit out of me…"

"Sorry Sis, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You should have seen the look on your face!"

"Very funny, what the hell are you doing here anyway? It's eleven in the morning."

"I could ask you the same question." He had her there, and his smile faded until it was memory lost in the abyss of Allie's mind. One thing about Christian that she would never understand was the way his mood could shift, how he could be so blissfully happy to angry at her, and the world included, the next. "I need your help real quick. John asked me to stop by the bar and get something for him but I can't get it by myself. I was going to call you anyway when I saw your car." She nodded as she shut the engine back off, releasing her seatbelt and opening her car door.

It wasn't until they were inside O'Malley's that she realized what she was doing. She walked right back into the arms of Dean Winchester. His eyes were wide when he saw her again and her mind automatically jumped to all the conclusions he could have come up with for why she had returned. Oh god. He's going to think I'm some creepy ass stalker or something… "Allie?" Shit! "Uh, hey. Chris, this is Dean. I met him last night. Dean, this is my little brother Christian. He works here." Damnit! "Sure it just wasn't cause you wanted to see me again?" Fuck! He had that cheeky smile on once again and she blushed at the knowledge that her brother would figure out his sexual innuendo. "He's gone, you realize that right?" She turned around to find Christian behind the bar, far from their coded conversation. "Oh your glad he's gone. Otherwise I'd smack that pretty little face of yours." He laughed as he walked by her. "Hey, I'm not the one who came back, now did I?" Stupid man. He was out of her sight now, and something she was quite grateful for. She hadn't noticed how arrogant and conceded he was until that moment, and still, she found him intoxicating. "Stop it!"

"Al, you okay?" Christian was looking at her from other the bar with a confused look on his face, laughing and muttering something about her being weird under his breath. God I need some psychiatric help. Throwing herself onto one of the bar stools across from Christian, she watched as he searched behind countless glasses and each time returning to the same position empty handed. "Chris, what the hell are you looking for? It's apparently not back there."

"John said it was. Will you do me a favor? Will you look in the basement for it? It's a certain glass. It has these Celtic symbols on it in gold. Please?" She nodded as she stood, making her way past the flipped up chairs and staff, who were preparing for another day at work.

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"Seriously? Every glass and still there isn't one glass with gold, Celtic symbols on it." She was reaching above her head, the hem of her shirt rising some and revealing her midriff, along with her tattoo that resided on her hip. "Gallie, huh? What does that stand for?" She jumped back at the sound of his voice, dropping the box that she had been holding up above her. "Ah, damn you. Didn't your mother tell you it's not nice to creep up on people like that?"

"Oh, it's not like me to formally introduce myself when I enter a room. Please, excuse you me. Now, that tattoo. I didn't notice it last night…" She rolled her eyes as she slammed the box into his chest. "And I'm sure you didn't notice the other ones either. It's my nickname, from my dad. Marilyn's on my wrist, a poem I wrote is along the side of my rib cage, a ying and yang symbol is on my other wrist and I have a four point star on my ankle. Not including the symbol for strength on the back of my neck. So, how many of those did you notice last night? Or were you too preoccupied?"

"Point taken."

"Thought so, now, if you'll excuse me." But Allie didn't have the chance to walk out on him for he suddenly fell, all of his weight relying on her to keep him upright. What the- "Christian? What are you doing?"

"Oh, sweetie. Your brother's long gone now. This is my meat suit now." His beautiful blue eyes, the ones that reminded her so much of her father's were suddenly turned black, lifeless, and an ugly doorway to the horror that had engulfed her brother. "You son of a bitch." He gave her a wicked smile before something smashed her over the head.

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Allie awoke to find herself tied down in every sense. Her feet were wound with rope while her wrists were tied behind her back, a black rag gagging her mouth so that she couldn't speak. She managed to release herself from the hold of the rag just in time to hear Dean's voice echo throughout the room. "Als?" She smiled, glad that someone was with her and that maybe, together, they could get out. "Yeah, I'm here. What has my brother?"

"A demon."

"Oh. Well that's comforting." Her sarcasm fell short for her fear took over her voice as she spoke. First, she lost her father and now, she was going to loose her brother to something she didn't even believe was real? "How'd you know that it was a demon?"

"Sam, my brother, and I had been hunting one when I came into the bar last night. I didn't know who, that's why we came back today."

"Hunting it? Demon's aren't even real! Their a story that you learn about in Sunday School to instill fear into you so that you don't do anything wrong…"

"That's what we want everyone to believe. Allie, I can't explain everything right now but I promise you I will. First, you have to help me get out of these ropes." She could feel him tugging on the rope that bound both of their wrists together, finding it was almost to easy to both slip from the knot. She couldn't help the nagging feeling that crept within her at the knowledge that she could escape so easily. What if it's a trap? "Dean wait…" But it was already too late, Christian had come back, this time equipped with a knife and the glass that Allie had been sent to find. "What are you going to do with that?"

"Something I've always wanted to do. See Alison, your valuable. Worthy to us all in the end. Just a bit of your blood could do wonders for me, and there was no way that you'd give it to me willingly. And finding Dean Winchester was just a bonus. Now, hold still…" Slowly he moved towards her, knife at the ready until a sudden scream sent the demon falling. Dean was drenching him in some sort of liquid, which, to her, just looked like water. Holy water? Seriously? But by seeing what it was doing to her brother, the pain that it was causing she couldn't help but wish for it to stop. And when it did, she cursed herself over and over again.

Christian, or whatever the hell had him at that moment, threw Dean against the back wall, the contents lining it falling to the ground. Allie felt the pain before she realized what was happening. The cracking of her bone sent a shiver down her spine as she began screaming out in agony, her screams mixing with those of Dean's protest. "ALLIE!" But nothing was worse than the moments that past, the seconds that seemed to tick by in slow motion. She saw a man moving out of the corner of her eye, knife in hand. What would a knife do against a demon? No…Christian… "Don't! Please!" But it was too late, with a bright light to the demon's neck, Christian, the only other person she had left, fell limply to the floor.

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So that's chapter 2. Thanks so much for the amount of alert's I received. It really pushed me to write this chapter quickly. I'm going to start working on chapter 3 as soon as possible because it should get easier to write. I'm going to morph Allie into Season 3 and then keep her there until whenever haha. Uh, review? Please? I love me some reviews J

-Sunshine.