Dean's POV
3 Months Later
The road we drove down seemed endless. We had been driving down it for three days now. My mind seemed to be more focused on Allison, than it was on the road. I guess that was a sign that Sammy needed to drive. I crumbled up a piece of paper that was sitting in one of the cup holders and threw it at his face to wake him up. Part of me was still angry that it was nothing for Sam to just pack up and abandoned a town that wasn't close to being done with evil.
"Ow! Hey! what was that for?" Sam jerked up in his seat somewhat groggily.
"Wake up. I need you to switch places with me." I pulled the impala over and we switched.
"So have you heard anything from Allison lately?" Sam looked over at me, guilt filling his eyes.
"Nope, not a word." I shook my head and sighed.
"Maybe that's a good thing, Dean." Sam admitted. His optimism didn't really help me. I could feel that something wasn't right. I just didn't know what and that was killing me.
"Yeah, it's just great, Sam." I said sarcastically as I began rubbing my eyes. It hurt to look at anything and my head began to pound. Strained eyes were definitely one of the perks of driving all night.
I sat back in my seat and slowly closed my eyes. It didn't take long after my eyes closed for my phone to start ringing loudly. My guess was it was something important because it was 12 AM and no one is usually up at this point. I looked down at the caller ID, crossing my fingers that someone had just dialed the wrong number, but it was Allison's number.
"Allison?" I muttered.
"It's Stiles, Man. We need your help over here." Stiles tone seemed slightly panicked.
"How bad is it, Stiles? Where's Allison. Why do you have her phone?" I asked as I put him on speaker so Sam could hear.
" Demons got her…She's been missing for a week. No one can find her not even Scott's pack, which is saying a lot." It sounded like Stiles was on the verge of breaking down.
"Why hasn't Allison's Dad called us about this?" I asked somewhat angrily, and fully awake now.
"He's in some kind of coma, it's not looking good for him. He's been like that since Allison went missing. The only other person who has your number is Allison and we found her phone in her room and a lot of blood. Please we need your help." He begged.
"Alright we're going to head your way right now. Meet us at Allison's tomorrow morning at 10. Got that?" I tried keeping my voice from trembling. I couldn't show fear now. I needed to be strong in order to find her.
"Yeah, I'll tell Scott…. and Dean, there's one more thing. Scott managed to trap a demon. He though it might help track Allison. But we're not sure what to do with it."
"Well for one thing make sure you don't let em out of your sight. That might be our only chance of finding her."
"Okay." He hung up and I looked over at Sam.
"Dean, are you sure we'll make it in time? We've already been driving for hours and Beacon Hills is 8 hours the other way." Sam looked worried.
"We've got to make it, Sammy. We've got to."
It was exhausting to make the drive to California, but we had other things on our mind. In the back of mine, I kept thinking about the possibility that Allison could already be dead. She'd been gone for a week. No one bothered to call us earlier and it would already take us an extra day just to get to them. Time was definitely not on our side
We approached Beacon Hills with 2 hours to spare. I got out of the car as fast as my feet would carry me, Sam following quickly behind me. When we walked, in the place wreaked of sulfur. How many demons swarmed this place and why did most of them seem to be after the Argents? It didn't make sense. "Stiles?" I yelled out, wondering where he was.
"We're in the garage!" Stiles yelled back. We followed to the garage door and walked in seeing Scott, Stiles, and Lydia standing around a girl trapped in a devils trap.
"So no one can find Allison?" Was the first thing I felt to ask.
"No… her scent is gone." Scott replied. "And we can't get the demon to talk"
"You're never going to find her." The demon smirked at us. "We made sure of that." I moved towards the demon, holy water in hand, and hunting knife in the other.
"You bitch! Where is she?!" I growled, hitting her with the back of my hand.
"She's some place safe. By now she's probably something you Winchesters won't even be able to handle. Crowley has some great plans in store for Allison. Creating the ultimate hunter. One that destroys pests like you." The demon spit at me.
"Why Allison, Why the Argents? What business do they have with Crowley?" I glared and grabbed her by the throat.
"There's a lot you don't know. None of you know about your little friend. Allison died when she was 5 years old. Her father searched out Crowley, begging for him to bring her back. Crowley's deal was that he'd bring her back alive and well, but on one condition. Allison had to be handed over to Crowley before she turned 19 for something special and if Chris fought back when they came for her.. his life would be taken. No if's ands or buts."
"Tell me where she is." I put the knife to her neck.
"I don't think I will. We were told not to say a word. Anything you do to me here, will be child's play compared to what Crowley would do to me in hell." She laughed.
I looked over at Lydia and saw her eyes widen. "They may be able to hide Allison's scent from Scott but they can't hide her from a banshee… I can sense her… I think I know where she is." Lydia had tears in her eyes… That couldn't have been a good sign. "Oh God…We don't have a lot of time."
"Where is she Lydia?" I looked at her seriously.
"I'll take you to her." Lydia ran hastily to our car and got in the back, While Sam and I sat in the front. She guided us to a huge warehouse that looked like it hadn't been used in years. When we walked out I could hear loud screaming come from it.
"Allison!" I kicked the door down to the inside with my gun and knife out. When we walked in the sounds disappeared. "Sam, cover me, alright?" Lydia followed after us.
"She's this way." Lydia motioned towards the stairs that led downwards. We all ran at this point, hoping to God that Allison was still alive and unharmed. I could hear the screams again, louder this time. I guess it meant we were close. I swallowed hard as the smell of iron entered my nostrils. It was strong and not a good sign.
We approached the room where screams were coming from, and sure enough there was Allison. She had been tied up to a table. She was naked and covered in her own blood. There were torches lit, surrounding her. It almost looked like an altar. "What are they doing to her?" Lydia asked mortified.
"I don't know, but lets not wait around to find out." I went in the room first and watched a demon carve away at her stomach. It looked like he was engraving something in her skin.. a symbol of some kind. I quietly walked behind him and jabbed the knife into his back. I watched him twitch and light up, before falling to the ground.
"Dean." Allison whispered weakly. "You came… back." She did not look good. Her eyes were slowly closing, and her breathing slowed down. Sam and I helped untie her. I picked her lifeless body up and carried her to the car, as Sam and Lydia watched my back for other demons. We made it to the car, and I wrapped Allison up in blankets. Her body was ice cold, and the fact that it was winter out here probably didn't help the situation.
Even though we rescued Allison, this was far from over. They would come looking for her. Beacon Hills was no longer safe for Allison. She was safer with us. Chris was right… We should have just gotten her the hell out of here the first time around. we weren't gonna make that mistake again. Now that Allison's father couldn't take care of her, I felt like it was our job now. These were Chris's orders if anything extreme were to happen.
"Dean, we need to get her to the hospital." Sam looked back at Allison who was resting in Lydia's arms. I shook my head, not wanting to even consider going back Beacon Hills as an option, but I don't think we had much of a choice. Lydia was still with us and we needed to return her home.
"With the way she looks, the hospital could keep her for days." Lydia mentioned, which is what I was afraid of. Demons knew how to track their prey fast we couldn't risk her being found again.
"We'll get her to a hospital, but it can't be here… the demons know where she lives." I admitted and Lydia nodded in agreement.
"Okay I'm going with you. Allison's my best friend and I need to be with her." Lydia's eyes didn't break away from Allison.
"Where's the closest hospital outside Beacon Hills?" I looked over at Sam as I drove.
"I don't know. Let me check." He began to search on his phone. It felt like it was taking hours. "Uh… the closest hospital is in Arcata. It's 20 miles from here."
"You're sure that's the closest?" I sighed as I began to speed, praying to God I wouldn't get pulled over.
"It looks like it." Sam admitted.
"Lydia how's she doing back there?" I looked back at her and began to panic seeing Allison's lifeless body.
"She's losing a lot of blood, Dean." Lydia cried.
"Allison, if you can here me, you're not dying today. You gotta stay with us." I begged.
"Lydia, keep talking to her, keep her focused." Sam suggested, trying to stay calm himself. There was a lot of blood. The blankets were soaked in it.
"Allison, hold on to my voice." Lydia pleaded, tears flowing off her cheeks. "We all need you to hold on."
"You…. can't let me die…Dean…Please…You can't let me die" I could see in Allison's eyes her life was fading.
"Hang on Allison. You're not gonna die." I sped the car up as fast as I could, without getting us all killed in the process.
"There, Dean!" Sam pointed to the hospital entrance and we pulled in. I got Allison out of the car, and carried her bridal style into the ER.
"Somebody help her!" I yelled as they rushed to get her on a stretcher. Doctors and nurses flooded around her. Somewhat shocked at what they were seeing. I didn't blame them it wasn't pretty. Some of Allison's muscles were torn and cut through and very visible to the human eye. Not to mention she had satanic symbols carved into her body. Those weren't gonna be easy scars to hide.
"What happened?" The doctor asked still in shock. "My brother and I went to go visit her and her father. They're family to us. When we got there we found her like this." I covered my nose, trying not to let the smell of death overwhelm my senses. "Please help her." The doctor nodded and the nurse sent me back to the waiting room. Hours went by, without us hearing a single word. It was frustrating and to an extent gut wrenching to think about what Allison must have went through.
"We never should have left." I whispered. Sam shook his head.
"What were we supposed to do, Dean? It's not like we knew about Chris's deal with Crowley."
"How could Chris sell his own daughter over to the devil like that?" I buried my face in my hands.
"It's not much different from what Mom or Dad did, Dean… Didn't sound like Chris had much of a choice." Sam admitted. I didn't even bother arguing with him because now was neither the time nor place.
As the silence grew I watched Sammy look over at me then at the floor a few times. "Have you heard from Castiel lately?" Sam asked.
"No. Ever since he lost his grace, he's been M.I.A. I tried praying to him a few times… and I got nothing." I sighed, rubbing my head slightly, until I was nudged by Sam who immediately stood up. I looked up and saw the doctor head our way.
"How's she doing, Doc?" I asked, somewhat terrified to know the answer. The doctor's face didn't give me too much reassurance.
"The damage done to her is not easily fixable if at all. You have to understand that she's lost massive amounts of blood from not just the wounds themselves, but there was damage done to several organs as well and because of this it caused her to go into cardiac arrest." I shook my head in reply, and swallowed hard.
"There's gotta be something else you can do to help her." I begged.
"I'm sorry but there's not much else we can do. We've done the best we can getting her stabilized. At this point all we can do is make her comfortable… With the way she looks I'd give her a few hours. If that. She's in room 306 if you want to see her." Sam nodded for the both of us and walked with me along with Lydia to Allison's room.
Allison looked like a ghost. Her skin had grown a shade whiter than it normally was. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. "Cas, if there were ever a time for you to hear my prayers it would be now man. We need your help… Please." I prayed to myself as I held Allison's frail hand.
Allison was able to open her eyes. She looked at both Sam and I as tears fell down her cheeks. I wiped them slowly with my thumb. "It's okay, Allison. Doctor said you were gonna be fine." I lied.
"Dean what are you-" I nudged his side hard with my elbow to keep him quiet. I was gonna find a way to save her. I had to find a way.
"You're a horrible liar, Dean" She whispered and held my hand tightly. " You both need to listen to me..I can't… die. Not like this. Crowley wanted this to happen. You guys have to stop it." She begged, gripping my hand even tighter than before.
"Allison, stop what?" Sam asked concerned. I could her heart rate pick up on the monitor.
"Allison?" I looked over at her and saw she wasn't being responsive. "Come on Cas… please help us." I muttered, while taking off her monitor, so doctors wouldn't be alerted to check on her.
"I'm here." The angel pushed me aside and looked passed the wrappings and observed the markings on her stomach. "Do you know what this is?" He looked at us now.
"No. What is it?" Sam asked curiously.
"It's the symbol for death. Markings like these ironically are used for a resurrection spell. Crowley did this?" Castiel seemed surprised.
"Demons." I admitted.
"Usually rituals that involve this symbol as a binding aren't good. The sacrifice, or in this case your friend, dies and comes back something a lot more powerful and evil." His face grew worried.
"What like a super charged demon?" I looked up at Cas worried.
"Worse. I've seen this marking used many times. Cults would find their sacrifice, the sacrifices come back something… something dangerous, something not human. The mark allowed them to draw their energy and power from hell. They were stronger than anything I've seen before. Powerful enough to take out armies. It concerns me that this mark is showing up again hundreds of thousands of years later."
"We can't let her turn into one of those things. Can you heal her or not?" I asked.
"It doesn't look like she has much time left." Sam added
"I'm not sure I can. Crowley didn't want it being undone. These markings protect her from an angels power." Castiel let out a sigh.
"So what do you suggest we do?" Sam asked looking over at Allison's limp body. Castle turned himself towards me.
"Dean,I know you have feelings for this girl… but we need to put her down." He said without blinking.
"What? No! Absolutely not." I yelled, moving in front of Allison.
"Dean, they're going to use Allison as a weapon. If we let her live the first person she's going to go after is going to be us." Castiel looked at me seriously.
"I don't care. Killing machine or not, we are not putting her down. There's thousands of lore books that the men of letters have. If we can find what cures this, we save her." I basically pleaded. I couldn't let her die.
"And if we can't?" Sam looked over at me, his eyes filled with sadness.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." I glared and looked back at Cas. "Please, Castiel. We can't just kill her." Sam went to go check her pulse and his eyes widened a little bit. "Guys we need to figure out something soon. Her pulse is gone."
"Cas, can you teleport us back to the men of letters? If she is some kind of demon, we'll have a place to hold her, until we figure something else out." I asked, hoping he would work with me.
"Alright." Cas got us back to the layer, and we rushed Allison to the demon cell. We gently set her down within the devils trap, and chained her wrists tightly to be safe. I felt almost guilty for tying her up. She didn't ask for this. She was the victim of a demon deal. Hell she wasn't even the one who made it. "Allison… I don't know if you can hear me. You might be temporarily dead, but I swear to you, we're gonna fix this. I will look for a cure for you and I won't stop until I find one. I promise." I kissed her forehead and walked out of the cell, closing the door slowly.