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The conditions turned out to be few but specific. When he allowed Sam and Castiel back in, Dean and I were on the far side of the room, across from them. I had convinced him to allow me to stand but he kept his arms firmly around me, holding me upright. Sam was frowning and wary while Castiel still looked serious.

I was the one that spoke, "How long can you keep us here Sam?"

"Er, what?" My question had taken him by surprise.

"How long do you think you can keep me and Dean locked up here in your Bat Cave? Realistically speaking? I mean you've already seen what he can do with his demon powers, so what's to keep us from just breaking out of here now?"

Both of the men were silent. "That's what I thought," I continued, not arrogant, but matter of fact. "You can't hold us here. We've pretty much been allowing you to keep us here because Dean thought you could offer a safe place for a little while until we could find our own. But now that we know Crowley has turned on us, nowhere is safe for me or for your brother." I took a steadying breath and held my chin high. "We are willing to stay here, fight with you and be allies against whatever is coming our way. You need me as a prophet and can't take the risk of demons finding me. You also can't take the risk of Dean being your enemy anymore. So we offer a deal, an alliance of sorts."

Sam swallowed and shared a look with the angel before saying, "What kind of deal? What are the terms?" Dean had said Sam had wanted to be a lawyer and I could see his potential now.

It was Dean that spoke next, laying down our conditions, "We want full freedom of the bunker and freedom to go outside if we need to. No cuffs. We won't try to escape and I won't try to gank you in your sleep. And we want to know every detail of what's happening in Heaven and Earth. We, in turn, will tell you when Ally has a vision and what she sees. We will fight with you, regardless of whom it is we fight against."

"And we want this damn wall between us brought down." I added.

Sam thought about our conditions and nodded stiffly before saying, "What about the mark? You have to kill to keep it in check or you go full wrathful demon."

I answered, "I can keep it under control." Sam looked doubtful and I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed." The two said nothing and I sighed, irritated. "Dean has control of the mark, has had control since we were bonded, one of the perks of being connected to me."

"Works better than the purified blood ritual, even though I'm still technically a demon" Dean agreed. "She keeps me human…ish and I keep her safe. But since you put up this wall, it's been harder to control the Mark."

"So we need the wall down and I in turn will keep the Mark of Cain sated."

"How?" Castiel demanded.

"The occasional monster hunt and other, um, various ways." I blushed and felt Dean's responding grin.

Sam looked between us and raised his eyebrows. He looked in askance at his brother, "So you two have been…"

"Yep, screwing like bunnies." Dean finished proudly, I wanted to hit him.

"Anyway," I interjected loudly, "Our relationship keeps his need to kill under control so you don't have to worry about the Mark."

"Okay, anything else?" Sam asked.

"Dean keeps the First Blade, he has too." My voice was smooth. I knew what they would say, they had no choice, it was the best deal all around and they would be idiots not to take advantage of it.

Castiel and Sam were muttering together and when finally they drew away, it was Castiel that spoke, "Alright, you have a deal."

"But the instant you try anything, Dean, we lock you back up and you never see Ally again." I swallowed harshly on the fear I felt at Sam's words. I knew he wasn't bluffing and both Dean and I nodded.

Sam stepped forward and stuck out his hand, "Then we have a deal."

Though Dean hesitated at first, he reached around me and gingerly took Sam's hand; the brothers shook firmly, once.

I clapped my hands, "Okay, now that that's settled, who's hungry?"

Sam smiled and went to clap me on the shoulder but Dean caught his arm gently and pushed it away. Sam tensed, as did Castiel but I explained swiftly, "I'll explain later in detail but the best way to honestly put it is that Dean and I are mated, kind of like wolves. So he doesn't really like other males touching me. Sorry. But since you're his brother and all, I think, given time, he might not care as much with you. Anyone else, he tears apart. He's a territorial asshole." Dean leaned down and bit the top of my ear in punishment.

"Ow, well you are!" I rubbed the painful appendage and glared.

"This is going to take some getting used to." Castiel sighed and I felt inclined to agree.

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Sam asked if I wanted a tour of the bunker but I politely refused, saying that I wanted to take the blockage down between my mind and Dean's first.

"I hate being separated from him," I explained, "its driving me up the damn wall."

Castiel was about to speak but Dean intervened, "I don't think so. You can't even stand up right now let alone go through a ritual," It was true, he was still supporting me with a strong arm around my waist. "What time is it Sam?" he asked turning to the taller Winchester.

"Uh," He checked his cell phone, "Almost ten at night."

"Okay, Ally, you are going to get something to eat and then you're going to bed," he beat me to it before I could object, "I don't want to hear it, food then bed. Let's go. The bond can wait until tomorrow." I pouted but let him carry me to the kitchen anyway, I complained the entire time though. He could just help me walk there, he didn't have to carry me; I wasn't a goddamn invalid. He ignored me and sat me down on a couch in their living room. Books were everywhere in the bunker, shelves upon shelves of different volumes. The living room that I was in was split between a library and an entertainment room; there was a television and a DVD player along with the comfortable couch I was sitting on and two Lazy-boy recliners.

Dean had left for a few minutes but came back with a plate that held a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an apple, setting them on my lap.

"I can make my own food you know?" I frowned. He leveled a stern look on me that had me glaring moodily but picking up a sandwich anyway. Castiel chuckled at the look on my face but grew quiet when I turned a scowl on him.

Dean flicked me on the nose with another look that clearly stated, 'be nice.' I grumbled but continued to eat. Sam had hauled off to do something that involved books and Castiel took a seat in the recliner and stared off into space. Dean roved around the room and I watched him, slowly eating my food. He glanced and rifled through several books and ran his hands along shelves and tables, familiarizing himself with everything. I ate my food and then just curled up with my feet under me. All too soon my head was nodding and my eyes were drooping shut. I roused only slightly while being carried through a hallway and looked up to see Dean. His clear green eyes were pointed ahead and his body was warm. I just sighed and tucked my head into his chest and fell asleep once more.

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Waking alone the next morning put me in a bit of a cranky mood but it didn't last long. For once I wasn't waking up from being knocked out or surrounded by people or tied up so it was a plus. Dean had dressed me sleep shorts and a tank top last night, something that actually didn't bother me anymore I found. I stretched and yawned, scratching my neck and looking around. The room I was in was kind of small but cozy and my kind of room. Weapons, guns, knives and machetes adorned the walls, a small bookshelf contained records and a couple books. Beside the bed was dresser with a couple of pictures resting on it. I reached over and gently picked them up. A picture of a man and woman, Dean and Sam by a gruff elder guy that I had only met once, Bobby, a couple pictures of the boys laughing and smiling; those made me smile, Dean looked young, more carefree and Sam didn't seem as jaded. The last picture held the same woman from before, holding a young child. I recognized the freckles and smile, Dean had been a cute kid, he seemed happy next to the woman, I assumed she was his mother. Dean had never really talked about his mom, I wondered why but I could make a guess.

I put the pictures back and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. Breathing deep, I slid to the floor, the concrete was cool beneath my toes but I was delighted to find that I had recovered the majority of my strength. The mark, even though the blond was blocked, was still healing me. I stretched my arms and then leaned down to touch my toes; twisting my body to work out the kinks from a decent night of sleep. The bedside clock said almost nine in the morning which surprised me, I never slept for more than four or five hours but then again I had run myself into the ground so maybe I was entitled the extra hours.

A grumble in my gut made me grimace so I walked to the door and opened it. Identical hallways to the left and right made a slight frown of confusion form on my face. Well shit. Where was the damn kitchen in this joint? Eeny meeny miny moe seemed like the best option and it led me to the right. I followed the hallway and after 10 minutes of searching and swearing I finally found it and holy cow. It was an actual kitchen. I grinned excitedly. I hardly ever got to cook and now that I could happy energy flowed through me. The animal part of my brain which had been more active with the bond was happy that I could cook for my mate and be a good little submissive. I snorted in my head, bitch please, the only way he's getting food is if I don't eat it all. I thought that but when I started cooking I made enough for at least five people. I liked to cook.

A little while later I was making coffee, I didn't actually like it but I figured one of the boys did. The smell of cinnamon and maple syrup filled the space. Right as I was about to start yelling for them to get their butts in here, I heard footsteps outside the door and grumpy morning voices.

Sam and Dean came into the kitchen and their eyes widened, stunned when they saw the table, freezing in the doorway. Stacks of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, cinnamon rolls dripping frosting and fresh fruit littered the chipped surface. They just stood there, and I tugged nervously at the hem of my shorts. Had I done something wrong?

"Um guys? Look sorry about the food, I just thought it would be nice if I made breakfast, I know it's not much but you don't exactly have a fully stocked kitchen." My voice was small and they just lifted their eyes to me. I worried my lip with my teeth, a nervous habit that I've never been able to kick. Shit. I was trying to do something good and I screwed up. Stupid, stupid, couldn't do anything right, should have known better.

I was ready to flee from the room when I was lifted off the floor and brought into a hug that nearly crushed me. Dean swung me around making me laugh breathlessly and I hit him on the shoulder.

"What the hell? Put me down you idiot!" I laughed. He did and took my face between his hands and kissed me on the mouth. My body immediately leaned into it and I sighed before drawing away. He seemed to be too stunned for words and I giggled.

"Holy crap Ally, this is amazing." Sam had lifted a pancake from the plate and he bit into it, talking with his mouth full.

"What smells so good?" An awed voice said. Castiel had just come into the kitchen and his blue eyes roved over the room.

Dean grinned, "Ally made breakfast."

"Well, come on. Let's eat, I'm starving." I slid over to the cabinets and grabbed a couple plates. They were lifted from my hands by Dean and set on the table and Sam grabbed some silverware from a drawer. Everyone sat down and dug in.

Dean moaned when he bit into a cinnamon roll, Castiel had the happiest smile on his face with syrup on his chin and Sam hadn't even lifted his head from his plate. I smiled, biting into a strawberry.

"Where on Earth did you learn to cook like this?" Dean wondered. His mouth was full of bacon.

"M'big brother taught me. And I've picked some stuff up over the years as well but he's the one that got me into cooking."

"You have a brother?" Sam's eyes were curious. I swallowed a mouth full of eggs and nodded, lips turning down slightly. It had been a while but it still hurt, it always would. I didn't have to say anything though, Sam's eyes softened in understanding. "He must have been a great teacher."

"He was," I smiled sadly, "His name was Derek. Taught me how to fix a car, cook and shoot a gun." My eyes widened. "Jesus fuck! Please tell me you have my car Sam!"

Sam nodded slowly, "It's in the garage."

I shot up from the table, "Where?!" He pointed and I was about to run but a hand on my wrist tugged me back to the table.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Eat, change clothes and then car." I scowled but complied. Sam looked between the two of us but didn't say anything. Castiel was on his fourth pancake and showed no signs of slowing down. When he caught me looking, he smiled cutely and I couldn't help but smile back, maybe he wasn't a dick like the other angels.

Breakfast was a huge success and at the end Sam declared that I was the official cook at the bunker from now on. Dean agreed and Castiel nodded vigorously. I guess it shouldn't surprise me that they were in need of an actual cook, just looking back on what Dean called food on the road explained a lot.

I laughed but said that it would be an honor but, "We need to go to the grocery store, you have absolutely nothing else that I can cook with. You're lucky I was able to make this." My hand waved at the (now decimated) food on the table.

"No problem, you and Dean can do it later." Sam rose and set his dishes in the sink. "I'm in the middle of something right now so I'll leave all that up to you guys along with deciding where Ally is going to sleep."

"With me." Dean stated immediately as if it were obvious and I blushed but nodded.

Sam didn't seem surprised, "Alright, but you're going to need a bigger room and bed dude. Take that big master room. It should work." Dean nodded and I got up to start clearing the table. Castiel helped and Dean pulled Sam aside to talk about something. I was happy to see they were getting along, they were still a little edgy around each other but I knew that that would be resolved with time.

A shattering echoed around the kitchen. A plate had slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. The porcelain shards glided off in numerous directions but I didn't blink, I was just looking straight ahead. Body motionless.

"Ally!" Sam and Dean were simultaneous in speaking. I would have laughed at how brotherly they sounded but I was already fading out.

When I blinked again I was in a completely different place. My body stood in a bright circle of light but it seemed artificial, cold like the air around me. The place buzzed with an unfriendly and hostile aura and I rubbed at my arms. I was standing barefoot in a large room; the space beyond my circle of light was dim and dank, empty. I knew I was in a vision, I knew that my body was still in the bunker but this was still freaky. It felt real. The small white dress that I wore did nothing to protect against the cold. (If I had been feeling less confused I would have been pissed at what I was wearing, it was soft and feminine, girly with a feeling of wrongness that I couldn't shake. I didn't like it).

Hot breath was on my neck, blowing my hair forward. Heavy breathing, the smell of blood, meat and sulphur; I slowly turned and my heart nearly stopped. A boiling mass of writhing shadows greeted me, red eyes glowing. The shape was tall enough to look me in the eye and I felt a tremor rock me before my senses caught up and I realized what I was looking at. I stumbled back gasping and falling to my butt on the floor, trying to scoot backwards. The mass growled warningly and I froze.

Sharp tapping footsteps drew up at my back and stopped but I didn't turn. The Hell hound held my full attention. I had no weapons, no idea what was going on, and I was screwed six ways to Christmas.

A throat cleared, chuckled, "Hello darling." The smarmy voice had my head shooting backwards to find Crowley looking down at me.

"Where's Dean?" the hostile note in my voice was ruined when it cracked. He just smirked and looked to my right, I followed his gaze and saw Dean standing there, face blank, First Blade in hand.

"Dean?" his head twitched at my voice. Slowly, his eyes met mine and the orbs were black, the Mark of Cain angry red on his forearm. "Dean!" Why wasn't he responding to me?

"You're too late Ally darling, he's mine now. And you know what that means. You're mine now too, I own you." Crowley whispered in my ear and my eyes filled with tears. At the sight of the wet sheen, Dean smiled, slow and sinister. I screamed.

My mind snapped back to my body and I clenched my eyes shut. A pain in my lip and the warm trickle of blood on my chin; I had been holding in a scream so hard I had bitten my lip. Warm hands held my upper arms. My eyes opened and met worried green. Behind Dean on either side, stood Sam and Cas, looking at me concerned.

"I'm fine," My voice was hoarse and cracking so I said it again, stronger this time, "I'm fine guys."

"It was a vision." Castiel stated heavily. I nodded jerkily. I tried to hide how shaken I was but failed miserably.

"What did you see?" Sam asked. His muscled arms were crossed, brown hair tucked behind an ear.

"I don't-it- Dean." My voice was broken and I dipped my head to rest it on his shoulder.

He held me, "It's okay Ally, you can tell us when you're ready." He led me from the kitchen, tucking my body under his arm, close to his side protectively.

In the room I couldn't find myself to be happy that my duffel of clothes was there. I just moved away from Dean and searched through it blindly, finding something to wear and turned to leave again. Dean led me to the bathroom and then left with a kiss to the top of my head.

I sat in the shower for twenty minutes on the floor with my back to the spray, hot water pounding down on my muscles. My knees were drawn up to my chest and my arms were wrapped around them. I refused to think about the vision, I couldn't, I wouldn't.

Dean didn't knock when he came in. He pulled back the shower door and saw me sitting there, eyes red from unshed tears. He turned off the water and helped me to my feet. I raised my arms and he wrapped a towel around my naked form and then sat me down on the lid of toilet. He dug around under the sink for a moment and produced a hair dryer. Plugging it in, he set on low and wordlessly started drying my hair.

During this my thoughts swirled. I thought that traveling to the Desert would make the visions less painful and I was right, the mind splitting headache hadn't made an appearance, my brain had simply lit up with the vision without preamble. The vision itself though is what hurt. The anguish I had felt in that room had followed me back to the present and now it had me falling apart. I mentally slapped myself. I couldn't let this go on, if I broke apart every time I saw a vision, I'd never feel normal again. And I was worrying everyone, I couldn't permit that either. I resolved then and there not to allow the visions, not matter how debilitating, to affect my outward performance, I had to see them, accept them and find a way to change them. I was strong, I could do this.

Dean finished drying my hair and when I looked up at him he smiled at the new found strength in my eyes. I got dressed in the jeans and blue flannel plaid shirt unbuttoned over a tank top. He held my hand as we exited the bathroom, walking down the hall.

"What next?" he asked. I didn't even have to think about it.

"First, Sam and Cas are going to remove the block from our heads and then I'm going to find my baby." My voice was firm, confident and I had my fist raised, determined.

He laughed and drew me close, pressing a kiss to my temple.