"Ev- everything. I remember everything."

Sam's breath seems to whoosh out of him as he smiles in relief. The clearing of a throat has Allison shifting in bed, she moving about so she can glance behind Sam. And to her surprise, Derek Hale's standing there.

"Derek."

"Allison." And for the first time since the Winchesters have met the werewolf, they're treated to an honest smile. "You're looking rather lively for a dead girl."

"That's angels for you." She manages a small smile of her own, she then groaning as she pushes herself into a sitting position. "I take it Sam and Dean told you everything?"

"Yeah, and the angel. I thought Stiles attracted trouble, but I guess I was wrong. He's never attracted angels and demons before."

"Stiles? What the hell is a Stiles?"

Allison snorts and Derek smirks, but it's Allison who answers. "Stiles is Charlie, but without the girl parts. Charlie has a brain to mouth filter on about eighty percent of the time, and Stiles has no filter whatsoever."

"A world with two Charlie's?" Sam grins. "Sounds interesting."

"Sounds like a nightmare," Dean says right after.

Allison laughs and then groans again, her eyes clamping shut as her fingers work in a circular motion against her temples. "I need aspirin, a change of clothes and food. In that order."

Dean snorts before he gets to work reheating food for her, and Sam jumps up and immediately starts piling together clothes from a black duffel bag.

Derek takes that moment to stride up to Allison who's shakily trying to get out of bed, he gently grasping her forearm and pulling her to her feet. "You're bossier than I remember."

"And you're less of a.. what did Stiles call you? Sourwolf?" She shakily grins. Sam reappears at her side, he handing her three aspirin and a bottle of water. After she quickly drinks the painkillers down, she accepts the bundle of clothes from her friend with a fond smile and meets a Derek's curious gaze. "It was Hell, Derek. It was lightning and fire and torture. Did you honestly think I'd still be the Allison Argent that you once knew after all that?"

His expression falters and he subtly gulps. "Well when you put it like that.."

She softly chuckles and then excuses herself into the bathroom to change. Dean leans against one of the kitchen counters, yawning and crossing his arms over his chest. Sam takes a seat as he sets out Allison's food, and Derek takes a seat as well only he sets his chair a couple feet away from the brothers.

When Allison re-emerges, she's barefoot and in black leggings with a black spaghetti strap tank top beneath a purple long sleeve, and her hair is left in loose curls tucked behind her ears. "I so could have gone for a shower, but I'm guessing a certain someone wants some more answers."

Derek raises an eyebrow at her. "You guess? I mean, I have the answers, but circumstances have changed now that you apparently remember everything."

Allison pads over to the empty seat, sits down and pulls her plated burrito closer before digging in. "What do you think has changed, Derek?" She asks around a mouthful of food.

"You going home," he deadpans. "The only reason you're with these brothers is because you couldn't force the memories, but now that you remember everything.."

She shakes her head, cutting him off. "I can't." She frowns. Allison takes another bite of food, then chasing it with a swig of water. "Not now. Everything- it's all too fresh. I can't just show up, convince them I'm me, and accept their smiles and hugs all while being expected to be the Allison I was from before."

"So you still wanna stay?" Dean asks, hesitantly. "I mean, I'm good with that if you do. Now that you remember everything, hopefully those archery skills suddenly re-emerge, too, and I can finally see you in action."

Allison smiles at the elder Winchester before looking at Sam, her gaze questioning on whether he agrees with his brother or not. "Y-yeah. I'm good with that plan." Sam returns Allison's smile.

The brothers are obviously trying to hide their excitement, but it doesn't work out too well for them. Allison slumps in relief, shoveling more food into her mouth as the tension seems to evaporate. That was the one thing she'd been worried about ever since she started remembering things one right after the other, and now that the Winchesters have assured her she's welcome to stay it feels like she can breathe a little easier.

Derek can't find it in himself to argue against her, especially since the things she's been through have given her the right to choose whether or not she's ready to go home. Had she said she was never returning, he would have fought her on it, but she had said she wasn't ready yet so he knows she'll eventually make her way back to Beacon Hills.

Allison continues eating, even as Derek wrinkles his nose while he watches her smother the burrito in chili and cheese, all the while mumbling about bad things always happening when they go out for a drink. "I can't believe I didn't remember who I was," she then mutters. "Seriously, how can I forget I was a Hunter in a werewolf pack? I thought I was just dating a werewolf, I had no idea I was part of the actual pack."

"You were a core member of Scott's pack," Derek tells her. "You were his anchor."

Allison smiles sadly as the memory suddenly floods her, and it's Sam and Dean who have to do a double take. She'd told them about anchors, about how they kept the werewolf mostly human and grounded, but she didn't tell them she was Scott's anchor. "Yeah. Listen, Derek," she says, catching his attention. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about me. It's just- I need to do it. I will do it, but not just yet."

"No, yeah, I get it," he tells her. "Besides, I rarely visit Beacon Hills nowadays, so it's not a problem for me to keep this quiet."

"Really?" She finishes off the last bite of burrito, wiping her mouth and eyeing the second burrito. "But Beacon Hills is Hale territory."

"It's McCall territory now," he shrugs. "The McCall pack is looking after Beacon Hills better than I could ever do it and after what Kate did, I just didn't feel like sitting around being useless anymore."

Allison freezes, her gaze immediately darting up to meet Derek's. "Kate? As in my aunt Kate? What could she have done? She's dead."

Dean snorts and even Derek's lips twitch in slight amusement at the irony of someone being dead but really wasn't. "She's not," Derek then admits. "She's actually a were-jaguar now."

"A were-jaguar?" Dean scoffs incredulously. "What in the hell is going on with the supernatural, man? Why couldn't they just stick with werewolves? Why is it all so complicated now?"

"You'd be surprised," Derek then grins. "The shape you take reflects the person you are. There are numerous were-creatures out there."

"But.. how?!" Allison wonders. "Peter ripped her throat out."

"Exactly." At Allison's shocked expression, Derek elaborates. "Tell me, Allison, what are the three ways to be turned?"

"Bitten by an alpha, obviously," she blurts. "And, uh, myth says one can be turned by drinking water from a wolf's paw print or by an alpha's claws.. if they dig deep enough." Derek nods as she shakes her head in disbelief. "But that last one was a myth as well!"

He sighs. "It's not anymore. Your family didn't bury Kate's body," Derek explains. "Apparently, the Calaveras came to town when rumor got around about Kate's death and stole her body when they saw the signs of her turning. Kate was supposed to take her own life like all Hunters are supposed to when bitten, but she enjoyed the power and slaughtered anyone who got in her way to escape."

"What does that have to do with you, though?"

There's a moment of hesitation, but he figures she should know. "Your aunt kidnapped me and left me in some forgotten temple down in Mexico. She performed some ritual to steal my power and de-aged me-"

"She de-aged you!?"

"Yeah." Recalling that memory, Derek actually snorts. "I was a teenager again and Stiles tried to pass me off as his cousin Miguel." Despite the seriousness of the situation, Allison starts giggling at that and the memory that it conjures up of the first time Stiles claimed Derek to be Miguel, and it takes several minutes for her to calm down and listen to the rest of Derek's story. "Anyway, she thought she was stealing my power and killing me, but she actually helped me.. evolve."

Allison quirks an eyebrow at him. "Evolve?"

"Yeah. It's, uh, hard to explain. It'd be easier to show you, but I'm not certain that your trigger happy friend can refrain from putting a bullet in me."

She looks to Sam whose eyes widen and he holds up his hands as if saying not me, and then looks to Dean who's smirking cruelly. "They'll behave." Dean meets her gaze then, his smirk falling when her eyes narrow on him.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean rolls his eyes. "The big bad Hunters will be on their best behavior for the next few minutes."

Derek waits for Allison's confirmation that everyone will be behave and once he gets her nod of approval, Derek strips out of his shirt. He ignores the squawk of protest from Dean the moment his fingers start working on undoing his belt, and he rolls his eyes at Sam's uncomfortable cough when he unbuttons and unzips his jeans. "Just.. watch."

Everyone holds their breath when Derek's tan, muscular skin ripples.. the hue of his skin darkening to black as his stature shrinks. His body completely morphs into that of a large black wolf and Allison nearly falls out of her seat in awe.

"Holy shit." Dean breathes in shock as the wolf steps out of boxer briefs and jeans, his hands twitching near his hips.

Sam audibly gulps and Allison hesitantly moves from her seat until she's kneeling on the floor, a hand reaching out towards the wolf that she draws back before she can make contact. "But.. how? I know your mother had this ability, so I guess it's genetic.." The wolf snuffles and a second later, his eyes glow an electric blue. "Whoa, you're still a beta."

"Is it weird I suddenly have the urge to pet him?"

"Dude!" Sam remarks at the same time the wolf growls at Dean.

Allison sits back on her haunches as she continues to stare, and the wolf huffs before scooping up his clothes into his jaw and trotting into the bathroom. It's only when Derek re-emerges as he's pulling on his shirt does Allison return to her seat, she having been shocked speechless.

"So you see, I evolved," Derek tells her with a shrug. "No one can explain how I'm a beta that shifts fully into a wolf. I've been looking for answers for years now, but I haven't found a thing. I check in every six months or so with Scott and the others, but I rarely go back into town."

xXx

Derek spends another few hours with Allison and the Winchesters, he helping her along with her memories as everything was so scattered and jumbled in her mind. The Winchesters learn a lot more about Allison and the supernatural activity in Beacon Hills, and the fact that Uncle Peter is actually still alive only he's locked up tightly in Eichen House- a mental institution. Allison learns that Cora traveled back to South America to earn her place back with the pack she was with the entire time she was presumed dead, and that his cousin Malia kept her last name 'Tate' because she didn't want anything to do with Peter even though she happily accepts Derek as her cousin and talks to him whenever he calls in.

Derek then tells them about the supernatural deadpool- over breakfast and with a lot of coffee- that had happened right after Allison's death, and the added pack members of Kira, Liam, Malia, Jordan, Hayden, and another human by the name of Mason.

It's only when the brothers can't stop yawning that Derek suggests he get going, and Allison reluctantly agrees after quickly exchanging numbers with the Hale wolf.

"I, uh, there's a bag of some of your belongings in the trunk of my vehicle if you want it." Allison pauses mid-sip, she blinking owlishly at Derek. "Chris left for Paris after your funeral. He divided up your clothes between Lydia and Malia, and kept your personalized weapons while giving some of your gear to Braeden. When Braeden and I parted ways, she left your stuff with me since I knew you longer than she did."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so if you want it-"

"I do," she smiles kindly. "Thanks."

"Mhm." Derek stands and then turns his attention to the younger Winchester. "Sam, can I talk to you for a moment. In private?"

Sam's attention jerks to the wolf and Dean stares at them suspiciously. "Everything okay?"

"It's fine," Derek tells him. "I just wanna have a few words with your brother. There's nothing to worry about." Dean doesn't look like he believes him and the wolf huffs. "You can keep an eye through the window. We're not walking far and I really need to have a word with Sam."

Dean finally caves after Sam complains about being able to take care of himself, and then Sam's following Derek out of the hotel room and towards a black mustang. "Is everything okay?" He asks, coming to a stop by the trunk as Derek opens it up. "What's this about?"

Derek smirks. "Allison."

"Uh.."

"Allison and I have only ever spoken to one another when there was a threat needing to be taken care of, but I was there and watched as her father, the ex-love of her life and her boyfriend mourn her death." Derek zips open a bag, moving things around before zipping it closed and picking it up. "Given the fact that I'm the only one from her past who's here, I guess this is my moment to tell you to tread carefully with her."

"Excuse me?" Sam catches the bag that Derek tosses at him, holding it close to his chest.

"Being a wolf comes with a lot of perks, one being that I can sniff out people's chemo-signals." He pauses for a moment, letting Sam work that out in his mind before continuing on. "Now having said that, when Allison first woke and you rushed to her side, your interest in her spiked. As did Allison's for you." Sam splutters now, eyes wide and Derek chuckles. "It's okay. It's perfectly normal and Allison isn't a little girl anymore. However, when I say tread carefully, it's more for you than it is for her. Scott was a big part of Allison's life and it'd suck to get attached now only for her to run back into his arms the second she lays eyes on him."

Sam does a spot on impression of a gaping fish. "It's not- we're not-"

"You are. You can't fake attraction like what I smelled in the room."

The younger Winchester sighs, shoulders slumping while casting a wary glance towards the room's window that Dean's obviously staring out of. He awkwardly clears his throat and meets Derek's rather amused gaze. "I'm aware of Scott," he finally admits. "Allison remembered Scott before she remembered everything else, but she was actually upset when she remembered him. Apparently, while she felt the overwhelming feeling of love for him in her dreams, she didn't feel anything but platonic adoration for him when she woke."

"If what I've been told is true and she's been with you and your brother for a little while before she remembered anything, she could have formed an attachment of her own already," Derek tells him. He slams the trunk of his car closed, he finally making his way towards the driver side door with Sam following him. "If she was attracted to you before and she comes to the realization that it's been years and people moved on with their lives, the two of you actually might have a chance." Sam slowly grins at that, hope and happiness swelling so much that it actually makes Derek's nose twitch. "But I will warn you right now. You better have a high pain tolerance and a lot of patience because Allison's pack- or ex-pack, whatever she decides they mean to her- are sneaky little bastards. Don't hurt her."

Sam seems to pale as Derek climbs into his car, he settling into his seat and making the engine roar to life. With a bright and devious smirk, Derek peels out of the parking lot and leaves Sam to think over what he's getting himself in to.