DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. Eric Kripke does :'( SPN still kicks ass ;)

A/N: Non-canon: Bobby is alive, Kevin is alive and Cass has his grace. Don't like the plot or characters, then don't read. Simple.

WORD COUNT: 1, 128

CHAPTER 4:

LITTLE LATIN. A LOT OF BLOOD.

Dean was tied to a chair, in the middle of a Devil's Trap with the cuffs keeping him strapped as Allie drank pure Russian vodka straight from the bottle, watching Dean as Sam went to get the purified blood.

"I think you better pace yourself," Dean said, mimicking her words and Allie grimaced.

"Don't tell me what to do, Dean." Allie slurred. "I just saw my resurrected boyfriend turned demon. I think I'm allowed a break. Oh, and don't forget, he cheated on me with countless other women. Can't forget that." Allie moved her arms and the vodka sloshed onto the ground. "Asshole."

"Well, you gotta do what you have to, to survive." Dean grinned, looking into her eyes and Allie stumbled toward him and swung her hand back, slapping him across the face and Dean's head snapped to the right and he groaned.

"That doesn't mean screwing every girl you meet, bastard." Allie growled, taking another gulp of alcohol. "You could have come to me! I could have looked after you. But no, dumb Dean wanted to break my heart in every way possible." She looked at him and finally noticed the shirt, her hand reaching out the touch the lapel. "Wearing the shirt I made. ." Her intoxicated brain decided to sober up a bit and she stumbled away. "It was you. ." She whispered brokenly while Dean stared at her with that smarmy grin.

"Yeah, it was me. I needed a little something to keep me warm at night, knowing that if I ever saw you again, your blood would go nicely with the shirt." He chuckled darkly.

"If you wanted me dead, you would have let that guy kill me."

"Why would I let him have all the fun?" Dean asked, his cheek healing easily. "Oh, and thanks for making the shirt my size. How did you know?" Dean teased as Allie looked away. "But you didn't. You didn't even realize that you used my measurements. Are you sure you were making that shirt to be sold, or were you hoping, waiting for me to come back and sweep you in my arms and ride off into the sunset?"

"Shut up!" Allie snarled.

"Why? Because it's true?" Dean laughed and Sam walked through and saw Allie, barely holding on to the thread of her control.

"Allie, I think that's enough vodka." Sam reminded and pulled her back as she whimpered.

"I haven't even started!" Allie said, taking another drink and Dean laughed, watching her curiously. Sam threw the blood down and took the bottle, throwing it into the corner and it smashed. Before Allie could protest he took her to the bedroom she shared with Dean and as he set her onto the bed, her entire body relaxed as it did and she passed out from intoxication and mental exhaustion.

(..)

She awoke, thankfully, with no headache, just a dry taste in her mouth and she groaned, turning her head to the side, to see a glass of water and she mentally thanked Sam for it. Allie sat up and gulped the refreshing liquid until there was nothing else and when she went to put the glass down, when her eye caught a folded piece of paper next to where the glass was. She set her glass down and read the note:

'Gone to get more blood. Be back in a few. Do NOT go near Dean - Sam.'

Allie rubbed her eyes and put the note down, her stomach growling for food. She exited the room before going down to the kitchens to get food, she set up the speakers in the kitchen and played The Nights as she cooked. She didn't understand how she could eat with her boyfriend suffering in the basement. Maybe her body was in shock?

She sung along with the lyrics, trying to push that thought as far away from her mind as possible.

She never heard the soft footsteps coming toward her but she did feel the gentle touch on her hips and she jumped, turning around to see Dean there, his eyes entirely black and free of his restraints.

(..)

"Hey, there baby," he drawled, chuckling as he pulled her closer to his body and he held one of her hands and stretched out, as if they were dancing and he glided around the kitchen with her, taking careful steps and Allie's feet responded, keeping in time, as she always did. His eyes returned to their pure light green.

"How did you break free?" Allie asked, her entire body trembling with fear as she stared into his eyes. She would be lying if she said that she didn't feel complete in his arms. And he knew it too. The song morphed into A Million Voices and Dean smiled at her question.

"While Sammy had been injecting me with all that purified blood, I found out that, the more human I was, the less the cuffs and the Devil's Trap worked. So I just worked my way out of the cuffs and just stepped right out of the Devil's Trap." He whispered and twirled her around before bringing her back in his embrace.

"What do you want from me?" Allie whispered.

"Me? I want to see what my favourite werewolf chew-toy was up to." Dean grinned as Allie winced at the insult and quickly tried to pull away from him, but all Dean did was slam her in the wall, making her gasp in pain and he growled, "don't ever try to pull away from me, dog chow." Dean's eyes turned black and her own eyes widened in fear. His fingers dug into the skin of her arm and his nails broke skin, making her whimper in pain.

"Dean, please," Allie begged, her hands shaking as her hands rested on his chest.

"Althea," he was going to say more but the front door opened.

"Allie!" Sam's voice called from the distance and Allie let out a sigh of relief. She was safe.

"Always interrupting, Sammy. Someone should teach him a lesson." Dean mused and turned to Allie, before his head reared back and he rocketed forward, his head smashed into hers and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious. "I'll come back for you, when I've finished off Sammy."

Dean left her there, unconscious on the kitchen floor.