Dean's POV

It was dark. Too dark where I was. I needed to see in order to get back home. All I knew was that I was in the woods. I walked passed to many trees and tripped over one too many branches, to know full well my surroundings.

It was erie and almost too quiet. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of here, but something deep down told me I needed stay. I needed to find my way to something,but I didn't know what. I kept on walking. It felt like I had been walking an endless amount of miles. As I took another step, my boot hit something, something that shouldn't have been in the middle of the woods.

It was a grave stone almost. It read "Here lies a soul of the damned." My skin began to crawl the longer I stared at it. When I turned my head, I saw shovel leaning against an oak tree nearby. My body told me to run, yet I still stayed. I grabbed the shovel and began to dig into the grave. I needed to see what was buried. Just one look and then I would leave and be on my way, back into the darkness.

I dug until my hands began to blister. My body had no motivation to keep going, yet somehow I pressed on. Once I got to the bottom of the grave, I tossed the shovel aside. I was breathing heavily now, and almost afraid to look at who was buried here. The moonlight shone just enough over the grave for me to see as clear as day that it was Allison's body. She was naked. Her skin was torn to shreds. Scars of demonic inscription covered her pale fragile skin.

She was clearly rotting away. My eyes began to water. Part of me wanted to scream and the other part just wanted to hold her in my arms again. Her warm skin against mine. The sound of her heartbeat. I wanted to see her smile and the reality sank in that this would never be in my life again. "I should have never left, Allison. I'm so sorry that I let this happen to you." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in my tears.

"Dean." A gentle voice whispered in my ear. I turned around and saw her face. She looked like a ghost. For all I knew she was one. "Dean, you have to listen to me I don't have much time." Tears filled her eyes. "You've gotta get me out." She brushed her hand against my arm.

"Get you out of where, Ally?" I asked desperately.

"I'm trapped in hell." She cried. She looked away from me and up at the moonlight and began to sob more. She looked back at me and grabbed my arm tightly. "Don't trust her." She whispered right before she disappeared in front of my eyes.

I suddenly jolted awake feeling a hand shake me. I looked up and saw Sam with his hand on my shoulder. I rubbed my face and groaned. "What?" I asked.

"It's Allison… She's awake." Sam admitted, rubbing his arm.

"How is she?" I immediately got out of bed ready to check up on her.

"She won't talk. She's been up for a few hours and Cas and I tried talking to her, she wouldn't respond. She's just kinda staring blankly at the wall. The chains seem to be working." Sam followed behind me as I walked to the cell.

I opened the door and saw her sitting there. Her fists were tight and she seemed a little hostile.

"Allison?" I said gently, as I moved closer to the devils trap. She looked up at me, her gaze meeting mine. "It's Dean." I waited to see if she would respond and got nothing "What do you remember?" Still nothing. She seemed incredibly lifeless.

"She could be in shock, Dean. I mean, if she really remembers everything right down to the torture…. That's not just something you can easily bounce back from." Sam admitted, pushing his hair back.

"Give me the holy water." I waved my hand towards Sam. He moved to get the bottle and handed it to me. I poured it gently over Allison's hand and waited for a reaction, but she just continued to stare off into space. So she aced the holy water test. If she were a demonic entity wouldn't it have effected her?

"No flinching no nothing." Sam watched kind of amazed. "Huh."

"Allison, talk to me, please." I begged her softly. She looked over at me and grazed her hand across my cheek. Sam was on guard and moved closer to us to make sure she wouldn't pull anything.

"Where am I?" She asked weakly.

"You're in a safe place." I answered.

"Why am I tied up. What happened?" She seemed confused.

"It's just precaution… You've been dead for about seven hours. We want to make sure you're alright. Do you remember anything?" I raised my brow. She shook her head no.

"Last thing I remember… I got taken by group of men. Then I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm here, tied up. Where's my dad? Is he okay?" She looked at me worried.

"Allison." Sam was going to tell her about Chris, but I needed to stop him. The last thing she needed right now was to hear about her father.

"He's doing fine." I cut Sam off. "Are you hungry?" She nodded her head in response. "Okay, Sam and I are going to pick you up something to eat. We'll let you out of this as soon as we know what's going on alright?" I smiled weakly at her and walked out of the cell with Sam.

"Dean, Allison needs to know about Chris." Sam shook his head.

Castiel walked towards us looking anxiously at the cell door. "What's unsettling to me is that Allison's alive right now."

"That's a good thing… Right?" I said a little confused.

"No…. It's not. Her being alive, means that ritual worked. Dean, I want you to prepare yourself, because whatever's in there is not Allison." Cas swallowed hard, seeming nervous.

"She hasn't done anything yet. The holy water didn't work on her and she seems normal. For right now… She's still the Allison we know." I glared a little.

"You of all people should know that not all monsters attack immediately. With some it's only a matter of time before they do go off. Allison's just a ticking time bomb." Castiel shook his head.

"Cas is right, Dean. If that ritual brought her back… How do we know Allison's actually 100% Allison." Sam added.

"Oh, so what now you're on his side?" I growled. "Sammy, this is Allison we're talking about here. You're siding with an angel who's just waiting for an excuse to put her down."

"Dean, don't you think it's a little weird that an angel is somewhat terrified of Ally? He's seen a lot of crap and I really don't blame him for being cautious. Look our job is to hunt things that are dangerous and from what Cas has said about this.. She sounds pretty dangerous." He sighed.

I glared more and moved closer to him. "Allison has shown no signs of being a danger to us or anyone else for that matter. Until that happens, we are NOT putting her down. You understand me?"

"Yep, loud and clear." He rolled his eyes and walked passed me.

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I didn't know what to think about any of this. I honestly felt guilty. My gut told me to stay with her, but I just ignored it and left and now… Allison could potentially be gone. I buried my face in my hands stressed out. I felt like this only one I could trust was me. Cas was just waiting for an excuse to get rid of her and Sam didn't seem opposed to it. Sam of all people should know better. After all he came back from hell soulless and I didn't ever think to put him down. I fought tooth and nail to bring him back and that's what I plan to do with Allison.

I walked over to the kitchen to grab a beer for myself and food for Allison. We didn't have much besides junk food, but if she was really hungry I don't think she would mind. I brought the food to the cell and sat next to her in front of the demon trap. "I brought you a sandwich. I don't know if you like turkey." I gently put it in her lap.

"How long do you plan on keeping me here, like this?" She looked at me.

"I don't know. We're still trying to figure that out." I sighed.

"I haven't hurt anybody… I would never hurt anybody. You know that right?" She began to cry. I wiped the tears off her cheek.

"I know. I know that none of this is your fault, but we have to keep your here as a precaution.

"A precaution for what? I'm not supernatural, Dean. I'm human." She grabbed my hand and rested it against her chest. "You feel that? That's my heart beating." She took a deep breath in. "My lungs filling with air. Dean, it's me… Okay it's me." She whispered. "You have to let me out of here." She begged.

"I can't do that yet. I'm gonna talk to Sam and we'll figure something out alright?" She nodded in response and looked down.

I walked out and saw Sam leaning against the wall. "You've got to tell her the truth eventually, Dean."

"Yeah, well now's not really a good time. She's already stressed out enough as it is." I rubbed my head lightly. "Look I think I might know somebody who can take a look at Allison and see what's going on. Her name is Hazel"

"Okay, great." Sam said.

"When I bring her here, you need to trust I know what I'm doing. Alright?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam raised his brow.

"It means that Hazel is a hunter." I looked down a little hoping Sam would just go with me on this. I didn't have enough energy in me to argue with him.

"Okay….?" He sounded skeptical now.

"She's just a little different than most hunters and her methods are different." I hesitated. I didn't really want to tell him the truth.

"Alright. Call her I guess." Sam said and walked away

I breathed out a little stressed and took out my phone, dialing her number. I hated not telling Sam the truth, but there was no way he was gonna hear me out, until he met with her face to face. Hazel's a demon and Sam isn't too fond of them and believe me neither am I. I knew demons were known for being back stabbers, but Hazel wasn't any ordinary demon. She hated hell and demons with every fiber of her being. She's been taking them down one by one because they destroyed her family, just like they did ours. It's not like we had a lot of options. Honestly Hazel was our last hope.

The phone rang a few times before it finally picked up. "Hello?" She answered, a little surprised.

"Hey, Hazel. It's Dean. Look… I don't know where you are right, but I really need your help. "

"It's urgent?"

"I wouldn't call if it wasn't."

"Does Sam know I'm coming?" She sounded curious.

"He knows, but I didn't tell him everything." I admitted.

"Well, won't this be fun." She said.