A/N: Yay for the next chapter in Part 2! Not sure if I'll be able to get another one posted before Saturday, but I hope you enjoy this one!

Also, I'm really interested in picking up a Beta Reader for this story. As of right now, I'm the only one who see's it before it's posted. So, if someone out there is good with spotting grammatical errors and is interested in helping me plot out this story (AND is knowledgeable about Supernatural, obviously), then feel free to PM me and let me know. I'd love to have someone to chat and brainstorm with :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Supernatural. Just my OC Allyson.

The two brother's had been riding in near silence for the past four hours. Sam was slumped in the passenger's seat attempting to read a book. He was finding it harder and harder to tune out Dean's humming as Foreigner's I Want To Know What Love Is drifted through the speaker's. He cut a withering glance in his brother's direction, but was intentionally ignored.

"Dean," He sighed.

No response.

"Look Man, can we talk?" Sam pressed.

Discreetly, Dean's fingertips reached out and adjusted the volume dial.

Sam's eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare as the lyrics now blared loudly through out the car.

"In my life there's been heartache and pain,

I don't know if I can face it again.

I can't stop now, I've traveled so far.

To change this lonely life."

"I wanna know what love is!" Dean's voice suddenly joined in with the music. "I want you to show me! I want to feel what love is- Come on, Sammy! I know you can show me!"

Sam, however, was not amused and promptly punched the off button plummeting the car into a sudden, uncomfortable silence.

"Sam, you're a real friggin' killjoy. You know that?" Dean complained, slapping the steering wheel in annoyance.

"Yeah, yeah." Sam waved a hand dismissively, "And you refuse to deal with your feelings, so I guess we both have our flaws."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but this whole 'don't avoid your emotions' crap is getting really old. If I wanted to talk about all that mushy feeling shit, I friggin' would. Okay?"

"Alright, Man." Sam gave up. "You don't want to talk about it? We won't talk about it. I'm done trying to help you."

Dean grumbled agitatedly, before turning the radio back on.

Boy, Sam really knew how to piss him off.

Dean had spent a year and a half dealing with this shit on his own, and he didn't see any reason for it to change now.

Suddenly, he whipped the car into a small service station and threw the car in park.

"What are you doing?" Sam questioned, as Dean reached a hand into his back pocket and removed his wallet.

"Go get me a coffee." He muttered, handing some cash to Sam. "And a bear claw if they have those."

Rolling his eyes, the younger Winchester snatched up the money and stalked into the convenience store.

"And pick up a twelve pack for later!" Dean called through the open window, before sinking back against the driver's seat.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and opened his contact list. His thumb hovered over her name for several moments, before he snapped the phone shut.

He closed his eyes and sighed wearily.

Every day he almost gave in and called her.

He thought the urge to hear her voice would have gone away by now, but it was still there.

After a moment of hesitation he reopened his phone and clicked on a voicemail he had received three months ago.

"Dean Winchester! You stupid son of a bitch!" A familiar, very-pissed-off woman shouted through the speaker. "I just want you to know that I'm done! I'm done waiting for your phone call and I am done worrying about your sorry ass! I haven't heard from you in over a month and you'd better be dead in a gutter right now, is all that I have to say! And if you aren't dead and you get this message, don't bother calling. I'm over it!"

A sad chuckle escaped his lips. She was a feisty one, and he certainly didn't blame her for being angry.

After a long pause, the voice continued more softly, "Okay. Obviously I don't mean that. If you get this message just call me and let me know you're alive. Please? Or, if you've decided that you want nothing else to do with me, then just be careful out there, Dean."

Click.

Well, it wasn't the same as talking to her, but it was still her voice.

And it still made him feel like a piece of shit.

Not that he wasn't a piece of shit. He was.

He had promised to stay in touch with her. And he had kept that promise for the first month or so. He'd called every single day, sometimes more than once, and he had stopped in to visit twice. Both times had ended with drunken sex and a bitter goodbye.

He wasn't sure what caused it, but Dean finally came to the realization that they weren't good for one another.

She clouded his judgment and distracted him from the hunt and he- well he couldn't even begin to name all the ways that he was bad for her.

Dean new one thing for certain, every woman who got involved with a Winchester man got hurt. And Dean would die before he let Allyson get hurt because of him.

So, he protected her in the only way he knew how. He left.

Yeah, it hurt like hell to ignore all of her phone calls and to know that he would probably never see those deep amber eyes staring back at him again. Of course, he still kept tabs on her to make sure that she was safe, but he did it secretly.

Dean knew that he would never get over her, but he would lock her away with all of his other heartaches and carry on.

Because that's what Winchester's do.

They carry on.

"Oh I've been watching you for a long time, Love." His lips spread into a thin smile, "I've got big plans for you."

"Plans?" Allyson murmured. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

"Oh yes. Big, BIG plans. Long story really." Crowley grinned broadly then gestured toward the sofa, "May I take a seat?"

"No." Allyson hissed, "You may not."

Crowley's eyebrows arched, "Not much for manners, eh?"

"Says the guy who barged into my apartment without even knocking." She folded her arms across her chest, hoping that she seemed less intimidated than she felt.

"Touche, My Dear." He shrugged good-naturedly, "I should have known Winchester's little pet would be such a spit fire."

Allyson's heart nearly stopped, and her mouth fell open just slightly.

"You know Dean?" She asked hesitantly.

Crowley laughed loudly, "There isn't a supernatural being out there that hasn't had a run-in with the Winchester boys, I assure you."

Allyson nodded slowly, "So, I assume that means you are a supernatural being?"

A twisted smile split it's way across Crowley's face, "King of Hell, to be exact."

Allyson found herself slowly backing away.

The King of Hell was in her living room. This couldn't be a good thing.

"What about him?" She shakily gestured to the silent trench-coat wearing man behind him.

The other man, who had been forlornly surveying the rest of the room turned a steely gaze to her.

"I am Castiel. Angel of the lord."

Allyson's eyes widened impossibly, "What is an angel of the lord and the supposed 'King of Hell' doing in my apartment? And what are you're plans for me?"

"Former angel of the lord." Crowley corrected, "But that's a technicality, really."

Castiel stepped forward, "You will know of our plans soon. Just know that you will be a very important asset to us."

"In other words, don't skip town." Crowley winked, "Not that we won't be able to hunt you down anyway."

Allyson opened her mouth in protest just as Castiel appeared directly in front of her and placed a clammy hand on her forehead.

With a gasp, Allyson opened her eyes and shot into a sitting position, her eyes franticly scanning the room.

No one.

She was alone.

She sat in the same overstuffed chair, with her wool blanket wrapped tightly around her. An empty glass and bottle of whiskey sat on the end table beside her.

She placed a hand over her fluttering heart and took a deep breath.

It was a just a dream.

With a groan she stood and shuffled toward the kitchen.

She definitely needed more liquor after that.

Damn you, Dean Winchester. She thought bitterly, Damn you for introducing me to all of this monster bullshit.

A/N: Well, what did you guys think? I hope you liked it. Just a forewarning, I'm probably going to end up swaying this story way away from the actual television plot. I'm just finding it hard to make the story that I want to tell mesh with the canon. Soooo, if that offends or disappoints anyone, I'm sorry. I personally don't like to read things that follow the tv series exactly. I find it more interesting to read new plot twists. So for those of you who want to stick with me if I take this story in a weird direction, I hope that I'm able to satisfy you! Anywho, thanks for reading and feel free to leave a review and let me know your thoughts.