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Chapter 21
"So, you girls finally getting back into the swing of things?" Bobby asked as he pulled three beers from the fridge. Addison happily took one as she nodded in response to Bobby's question, but Allison declined making Bobby raise an eyebrow.
"I've had a cold, and I'm medication. No alcohol for me until it passes," she said, lying easily, and Bobby nodded as he returned one of the bottles of the fridge. It had been the same lie Allison had given Emily when Emily had caught her throwing up, but something told her that Emily hadn't believed her lie. Addison gave Allison a tight lipped smile before she took a long draw from the bottle. "How's Dean?" she asked absently and Bobby looked at her curiously. "We haven't exactly been on speaking terms for the last month and a half, Bobby. I thought you knew that."
"We haven't touched down on relationships statuses," Bobby said smartly and Allison blushed lightly. "He's been better," Bobby said before he took a drink of his beer. Allison nodded but before she could ask any more, the familiar sound of the Impala's engine could be heard coming up the driveway. Bobby put his beer on the table and looked between the girls. "Maybe you two should wait upstairs for a little while. I've got to take care of something with the boys." The girls looked at each other for a second before they looked up at Bobby and nodded their heads. Bobby quickly ushered them to the stairs and they went up the stairs wondering what had Bobby acting so strangely.
Allison and Addison stayed upstairs talking quietly for about fifteen minutes before heavy footfalls echoed on the wooden floor of the hallway. Both of the girls looked to the door and Allison was surprised to see Dean standing in the open doorway. He looked tired and torn as he stood there. His eyes landed on Addison first before they slowly moved to Allison, and he walked into the room.
"What are you two doing here?" he asked quietly and Addison stood from the bed, putting her now empty bottle of beer in the small waste basket in the room.
"We're here to see you actually," Addison said since Allison could only stare at him and Dean frowned.
"Look, whatever it is, my plate's a little full right now," Dean said. "You girls are going to have to handle it on your own. You're more than capable." He turned around and left the room, and Addison made to follow but Allison caught her sister's hand quickly as she stood. Addison looked at Allison, who shook her head.
"Addie, something's wrong," Allison said.
"Yeah, he's an ass," Addison said and she made to follow him again, but Allison's grip on her sister's hand tightened.
"No, Addie, something's wrong," Allison said and Addison frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Something's going on, and whatever it is it's not good, Addie," she said. Addison sighed, but nodded her head as Allison let go of her hand and walked out of the room. Addison followed and the two girls came upon the men in the kitchen. However, Sam was not with them and Allison felt her stomach fill with dread. "What's going on?" Allison asked as she walked over to the two of them and Bobby looked at her, but Dean didn't. Having enough of being ignored, Allison walked over to Dean and grabbed his upper arm. He quickly looked down at her hand before he turned his green eyes to her face. "Tell me what's going on, and don't you dare lie to me."
"It's Sam," Dean said after a heavy sigh.
"What about Sam?" Addison asked as she walked closer to the trio and Allison lowered her hand from Dean's arm. The two men looked at each other and Dean turned away from them, running a hand down his face as he did so.
"It's about what he can do, isn't it?" Allison asked, looking at Bobby since Dean found it impossible to look at her for more than five seconds. "You figured out how he's gotten stronger." Addison frowned until she remembered what Allison had told her she had seen Sam do to a demon, but her sister obviously knew more than what she told her at first. "How?"
"Demon blood," Bobby said simply and Allison frowned.
"Demon blood?" she asked and Dean sighed.
"I told you that the demon that killed our mom did something to Sam when he was a baby," Dean said and Allison looked at him only to find him staring right at her. "He gave him demon blood. It's been in Sam from the time he was a baby, and lately . . . lately he's been downing the stuff like water, hell, drinking it straight from a demons throat."
"What?" Addison asked, but Dean's eyes remained on Allison.
"We've got him locked in Bobby's panic room to detox," Dean said. "It's not going to be pretty, and it's going to take a while; so, whatever job you two have you should just go out on your own," he told her once more.
"We're not on a job, Dean," Allison said quietly, still processing what Dean had just said, and Dean frowned as he looked at her.
"Then what are you doing here?" he asked, but Allison shook her head negatively and looked away from Dean and at her sister.
"We should go," Allison said quickly switching to Gaelic and Addison frowned. Allison wanted to run, and Addison knew it. She wasn't going to let her sister do that.
"You're not running away. You have to tell him, Allie. He has the right to know," Addison said back as she walked closer to Allison, ignoring the look Bobby and Dean shared before they watched the two women talk.
"I can't, Addie, not with this going on. He was right. His plate's full enough as it is. I can't tell him."
"Allie, you're having his baby. It's only fair that you tell him," Addison said, but Allison shook her head negatively.
"No. I'll . . . I'll go back to Chris and Emily's. You can drop me off there, and I'll tell them the truth. I don't think I should hunt anymore." Addison put her hand on Allison's shoulder and the two just looked at each other before a sudden wave of nausea hit Allison. She raised her hand to her mouth before she rushed past Addison and into the bathroom on the first floor of Bobby's house. Addison sighed quietly as she ran her hand down her face before she ran her fingers through her hair.
"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked as he gestured towards where Allison had run off. "What were you two just talking about?" Addison gave Dean a pointed look before she put her hands on her hips. She knew one word could answer his questions without there being hell for her to pay later.
"Nothing," she said, but Bobby wasn't fooled. He knew something had been up when Addison called him asking him about the boys, and after the last few minutes everything fell into place for the older hunter; and he silently prayed he was wrong.
"You've got to be kidding me," Bobby said forcefully and Addison looked at him, slight panic on her face.
"What?" Addison asked a little too quickly and Dean looked between the two. It was if the two conveyed something silently and Bobby walked a little closer to Addison.
"Tell me I'm wrong," Bobby said and Addison opened her mouth, but nothing came out before she sighed and closed her mouth only to shake her head negatively. "Son of a bitch," he said quietly before he turned away from her and went to the table, leaning forward to rest his palms against the cool wood as he hung his hat covered head. Dean once again looked between the two and held out his hands.
"Either of you care to let me in on what the hell's going on?" Dean asked.
"Not really," Addison said heavily.
"Addison," Bobby said and she looked at him.
"Bobby, it's not my news to tell," she said quietly and Bobby sighed as he looked at Dean.
"Go check on Allison," Bobby said and Dean frowned. "Do it, boy." Dean, surprised by Bobby's tone, simply turned on the balls of his feet and followed the path Allison had taken. "How in the hell did this happen?" Bobby asked and Addison raised her eyebrows.
"If you don't know Bobby, we've got to sit down and have a talk," Addison said and Bobby gave her a look before he walked into his library and went straight for the whiskey resting on his desk.
Allison sighed as she righted herself from over the toilet before she flushed it and then moved to the sink. She hoped the 'all day' sickness as she coined it would pass sooner rather than later. It was getting annoying and her throat and stomach were sore from the dry heaves that always seemed to follow her emptying her stomach. She rinsed out her mouth before she splashed some of the cool water on her face only to hear a stiff knock on the door. She didn't respond knowing it was her sister as she splashed a little more water on her face and with her hands covering her face, she heard the door open.
"I'm fine, Addie," she said with a sigh as she moved her hands from her face to the edge of the sink. "We go through this every time. Hopefully, it'll pass soon enough."
"I'm not Addie," came Dean's voice and Allison opened her eyes and turned her head to the left. Dean was standing in the open doorway, a frown on his face, and his hand on the doorknob. Allison stood up straight and ran her right hand down her face as she sighed and turned to face him completely. Dean stepped into the small bathroom and closed the door behind him before he leaned against it. "What's going on with you?"
"You care?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, as she tried to deflect his question.
"Of course I care," Dean said, frowning yet again as he pushed himself off the door and closed the small distance between the two of them. "You think I don't?"
"After the way you treated me in the hospital, and avoided me for the last month and a half; what was I suppose to think?" she asked.
"Allie," Dean started but stopped before he sighed and ran his hand over his mouth as he looked up for a second and then returned his eyes to hers. "I didn't want to push you away, but we're just not going to work out. We can't. Not with the lives we have." She saw a battle raging in his green eyes, and slowly Allison lowered her arms from her chest and rested them at her sides.
"What happened with Alistair?" She finally asked the question that had been plaguing her since she had calmed down on her drive back to Iowa after she left the hospital.
"What?"
"Sam told me what the angels made you do," she said, "and I'm not stupid, Dean. Alistair was trying to get me to think you were a terrible person when he had me in that mortuary. That you were something you're not. What did he make you think about yourself while he had you in that room that made you think we wouldn't work out?"
"He didn't say anything, Allie," he said as he shook his head.
"That's crap, Dean," Allison said. "One minute we were fine, the next you're pushing me away for what felt like the millionth time."
"You walked away," Dean said and she sighed quietly as her hands went into fists at her sides.
"And you didn't stop me," she said firmly. "You didn't answer any of my calls, you avoided me like the plague, and this is the longest you've looked at me since we've been in this house together."
"Look, I didn't come in here to talk about me," Dean said as he brought his hand briefly to his chest. "I came in here to check on you, now what's wrong with you?" Once again, his tone was tight and the concern and tenderness she had heard just minutes before was gone.
"Nothing," she said. "Now let me out."
"Fine," he said before he stepped out of the way. Allison left the bathroom, before she stormed into the kitchen and grabbed her jacket from the chair she had left it.
"Allie?" Addison questioned from where she sat in the library with Bobby, and Allison looked at her sister before she glanced at Bobby.
"Sorry to intrude, Bobby," she said as she pulled on her jacket. "Addie, I'll be in the truck. Obviously, I'm driving," she said when she saw the nearly empty glass in Addison's hand. Addison sighed as she watched Allison turn and walked outside before she slammed the glass down on the desk and stood to follow after her sister, but Bobby stopped her.
"I'll go after her. You stay here and try to talk some sense into that idjit," Bobby said and Addison scoffed a laugh.
"I'd rather knock some sense into him," Addison said and Bobby grinned.
"That'll probably work better," he said before he went outside. Dean walked into the room a second later and Addison looked at him.
"What?" he said tightly and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"You and I need to talk."
Once Allison reached the truck, she kicked the front passenger side tire as tears filled her eyes and she raised her hands to her head. She closed her eyes tight and let out a frustrated sigh as she lowered her hands and turned her face skyward before she lowered her head and smoothed her hand over the top of her head and her pulled back hair. "I don't think doing that's going to help solve your problem," Bobby said from behind her and she sighed again as she turned around to look at him while he walked closer to her.
"Did Addison tell you?" she asked and he shook his head negatively.
"She only confirmed it," he said as he stopped a few feet from her. "How far along are you?"
"Not long," she said, "almost eight weeks."
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Do you mean to ask am I going to keep it?" she asked and Bobby pursed his lips as he sighed and looked away from her as he put his hands in the front pocket of his jeans. "I am," she said after several seconds of silence between the two of them and he looked back at her. "I gave up the life once before, Bobby, and at the time it was for selfish reasons. Now I have someone aside from myself to think of."
"It's different now, Allie," Bobby said as he pulled his hands out of his jeans pockets. "It's sort of become an all hands on deck situation."
"I know, Bobby, believe me I know," she said. "But this," she paused and put her hand on her lower stomach, "this makes it different for me." She lowered her hand and licked her lips nervously. "I didn't mean for this to happen, but it happened. I'm going to have a baby, Bobby, and protecting him or her from the life I had growing up; from this life; is going to be my first priority."
"If there's no world left; if we don't win; what then Allie, what are you doing to do then?" Bobby asked. She had no real answer to his question, so, she shrugged and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Despite everything, I have faith in Dean, even if he doesn't have faith in himself." Bobby sighed before he closed the small distance between them and wrapped Allison up in his arms. It was an embrace that Allison didn't know she needed until that moment and she wrapped her arms around Bobby. She practically clung to him, her hands gripping his vest as she buried her face in his chest, and he hugged her back just as tight
"Allison," came Dean's voice and Bobby and Allison pulled apart. Bobby stepped aside and turned to look at Dean, but his eyes were firmly on Allison. Bobby looked between the two of them before he made a silent gesture towards the house and left the couple alone. Dean walked over to Allison and she swallowed hard at the look on his face. It was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and slight anger. "You're pregnant?" he asked quietly and Allison felt her stomach drop.
"I'm going to kill Addison," Allison thought before she looked away from Dean and at the gravel covered ground at their feet. "What would you say if I told you I was?"
"You're going hypothetical on me when Addie just told me you were?" Dean asked and she sighed as she raised her head and looked at him once more.
"Humor me, Dean," she said. "What would you say?"
"Is it . . .," he trailed off and Allison rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look. Dean nodded before he ran his hand down his face. "Right, of course it is. When are you due?" he asked softly.
"What?" she asked, surprised by the question.
"When are you due?" he asked again.
"February fifteenth," she said and Dean nodded. "I'm not expecting anything, Dean, I can do this without you."
"You shouldn't have to," Dean said quickly. "Hell, I don't want you to."
"We sort of don't have a choice, do we? I mean, you've got your brother detoxing from demon blood and the angels are counting on you to save the world; you're not really going to have time in your schedule to go to doctor's appointments and hold my hand during delivery." Dean pursed his lips as he looked at her. She was right, and he knew it, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. "I'm going to be staying with Chris and Emily," she said. "If you want to check in, you'll know where to find me."
"That's it? You're just going to sweep in, drop a bomb like that, and leave?" he asked with a frown.
"You've made it perfectly clear that you want nothing more to do with me, and you got your hands full with Sam right now. The sooner I get gone the better, right?" Tears were once again in her eyes and as her eyes moved from the necklace hanging around Dean's neck before she met his green eyes, she found herself pushed against the passenger side door of her truck. Dean's hands rested on the truck on either side of her waist and his broad shouldered form covered hers, his warmth washing over her.
"Why are you so stubborn?" he asked her.
"Why are you?" she asked him back, her voice just as tight as his, but they just stared at each other. Dean shook his head slightly before he leaned into her and kissed her soundly. Allison, surprised by Dean's sudden kiss, remained still as he kissed her and after a few seconds she responded. Dean's hands left the truck and grasped her waist before he pulled her close and Allison's arms wrapped around his neck as her chest pressed against his. Slowly they pulled apart and both of them were breathless as they looked at each other.
"Stay safe," he said whispered huskily to her. "I'll come and check on you and the baby as often as I can."
"Dean-," she started but he interrupted her.
"You're already going to be going at this without me, Allie, just give me a little peace of mind," he said.
"Okay, but can you clear a few things up for me because I'm confused beyond belief right now," she said. "What just happened?"
"I'm sorry," he said and Allison blinked as she looked at him and whatever battle that had been raging in his eyes earlier was over. "I love you," he whispered, his hand rising to rest on the side of her face. Smiling softly, she wrapped her arms around Dean and embraced him as she buried her face in his chest. "We good?" he asked into her hair and she smiled against his chest.
"We're good," she said softly.
"I'm going to assume that since you two are hugging and I didn't hear any gunshots that everything's okay," Addison said as she walked up to Dean and Allison as they embraced.
"It's as good as it's going to get," Dean said as they pulled apart and he looked down at Allison. No one knew just what the future held for any of them, but whatever it was they were all about to face it head on.