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Chapter 4

After eating lunch, Allison and Addison had gone to their room so Allison could change into proper clothes for a hike and Addison had gone to talk to her sister about their realization concerning their fellow hunters. "Are you sure they are the same guys?" Addison asked when they went into their room and Allison went over to her bag and pulled out a pair of jean shorts, sports bra, and a loose fitting t-shirt.

"Positive," Allison said. "All thanks to Sam's smile this morning, memories came flooding back. I recognized Dean's necklace too, so, I have no doubt that they're the same guys. I just . . . I can't believe we didn't recognize them sooner."

"Sam must have grown like a foot, because I sure don't remember either of them being that tall," Addison said, the surprise still in her tone, "and we were twelve at the time, Allie. It really doesn't surprise me that we didn't recognize them."

"Obviously, they didn't recognize us," Allison said as she started to undress and change in front of her sister. They weren't shy around each other and since she was in a bit of a hurry, she didn't really care about changing in front of her sister; plus, Addison wasn't even looking at her. Allison's back was to her sister as she pulled on her sports bra and adjusted it when she heard Addison gasp. "What?" she asked as she turned around quickly and grabbed her t-shirt from the bed.

"You've gone over and beyond your twelve year old girl fantasy," Addison said which made Allison frown as she pulled the t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans.

"What?" Allison asked again and Addison laughed.

"You mean, you remember them but you don't remember what you said about the older boy, which was obviously Dean?" Addison asked and as Allison pulled on her shorts, her face flamed bright red. "Yeah, it's coming back to you now, isn't it?" Allison just shook her head and fastened her shorts before she went back over to her bag and pulled out some socks. "You said that he was so cute and if you were just a little bit older that you'd, and I quote, 'totally ask him out.'"

"Lay off, Addie," Addison said as she sat down on the bed and pulled on her tennis shoes. "Like you said, we were twelve." Addison laughed and raised her hands in defeat.

"Okay, okay," Addison said as Allison stood from the bed and grabbed her phone and keys from where she rested them on the bed after pulling them out of her coat pockets and then put them in the pocket of her jean shorts. "I'm going to hang out with them while you're hiking; unless you want me to go with you."

"I'll be fine," she said. "We don't need it coming after you too." They left their hotel room, locking the door behind them, and made their way to the boys' room. Allison knocked and Sam was quick to open the door.

"Allie, are you sure this is a good idea?" Sam asked as the girls walked in and Allison smiled up at him.

"It's the only one we've got," she said. "The woods off the trail is too vast to search. There's no way we're going to be able to find where it lives. It could be anywhere out there."

"Sam or I could go with you," Dean said suddenly and Allison looked at him and where he sat on his still unmade bed. "It doesn't have to be just you."

"I just told Addie, that I'll be fine. We don't need to give this thing options. It'll be best if just one us goes, and I'm going," she said and Dean had a look of frustration on his face. "Guys, it's not like it's going to attack me on the trail. It won't come after me until tonight, until I'm asleep." Dean stood from the bed and walked over to where she stood. Addison glanced between them before she grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him away from the pair. Sam frowned but went with her when he saw the look on his brother's face.

"You armed?" he asked in a whisper and Allison laughed softly as she looked down at herself and then back up at Dean.

"I can't exactly wear my sheath and a gun would be somewhat noticeable in the waist of my shorts," she said.

"Here," he said as he held out a switchblade. "It's silver and I want you to carry it, just in case."

"Thanks," she said as she took the knife from his hands and tucked it into the front pocket of her shorts along with her keys. Dean looked at her for a beat and sighed quietly. They had lost a lot of friends over the years. He felt as though he had a lot of blood on his hands, and he didn't want anything to happen to her.

"Be careful," he said and Allison smiled softly at him.

"I always am, Dean. I'm tougher than I look." At his sigh, she brought her right hand up to his face and gently ran her thumb along his cheek. For some reason it took a lot of his strength to not close his eyes and lean into her touch, but he managed it before she pulled away from him and smiled at Addison and Sam. "I'll be back soon." With that she turned around and left the others in the motel room.

Allison had been gone for nearly three hours and Dean was growing restless. He was seriously thinking about going to the park and look for her since they hadn't heard from her since she left. Just when he was getting ready to grab the keys to the Impala and go, there was a knock on their room door. Addison and Sam, who were sitting on the small sofa and watching some mindless show on the TV, looked at Dean who was quick to the door. He opened it with a relieved sigh when he saw a sweaty Allison standing on the other side.

"Hey," she said before she walked inside the room, fanning herself with her hand for a few seconds. "You know when they say 'advance trail,' they really mean it," she said as she collapsed onto one of the dinette chairs.

"You okay?" Dean asked and Allison nodded.

"Yeah, just warm and exhausted," she said with a smile and he smiled back while Sam turned off the TV and along with Addison walked over to the table.

"Did you see anything while you were hiking?" Addison asked and Allison shook her head negatively.

"Other than a whole lot of trees, dirt, and a few squirrels; I didn't see anything," Allison said, "but half way along the trail I felt like I was being watched." Dean sighed heavily and shared a look with his brother.

"Let's get everything we need together for tonight," Dean said and Sam nodded.

"I thought you guys would have done that while I was gone," Allison teased.

"After thirty minutes, this one was too busy worrying about you to do much of anything but look at his watch and then out the window," Addison said as she put her hand on Dean's arm and Allison looked at Dean. He cleared his throat and pushed Addison's hand away before he walked out of the room, not even looking at Allison as he went. Sam chuckled and followed Dean out to the Impala to gather what they would need.

"I think you embarrassed him, Addie," Allison said sounding surprised. Addison laughed lightly before she grabbed Allison's arm.

"There's a first time for everything," she said as she pulled Allison from the chair, ignoring her sister's protesting moans. "Come on, you need a shower. You smell to high heaven."

"Thanks," Allison said with a scoff as they left the boys' motel room and went to their own. Dean looked up and around the trunk when he heard Addison's laugh and he watched the two women walk along the sidewalk to their room before they slipped inside.

"Dean," Sam said and Dean quickly turned his eyes to his brother. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" he asked and Dean frowned.

"What are you talking about?" he asked before he looked away from Sam and put the homemade flame thrower into his bag.

"Nothing. Never mind," he said with a shake of his head. They pulled their bags from the trunk and closed it securely just as Addison was walking back out of the room she shared with Allison. She started towards the boys, but slowed when she heard Dean stop his brother and start to talk.

"Wait, Sammy," Dean said and Sam stopped and looked at him. "Do they seem familiar to you?" Sam frowned and waited for Dean to continue. "I mean, do you get the feeling that we've met them before?"

"Who? Addie and Allie?" Sam asked and Dean nodded. Addison's approach had gone unnoticed, so, she decided to make herself known.

"You have met us before," Addison said and Sam looked up at her and Dean turned around to face her. "Only all of us were a lot younger then."

"When?" Dean asked with a frown. He was pretty sure that he would have remembered them. It wasn't every day that he came across identical twins. She smiled at their confused faces before she leaned against the Impala, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Thirteen years ago your dad saved ours on a hunt," she said. "Our dad, Alex Farrell, called yours because he needed a hand on a vampire case in North Carolina. I guess they met while on a job years earlier. When he didn't hear back right away, Dad had no choice but to go alone. We were only twelve and he barred us from actually going on a hunt until we were eighteen. You guys showed up at the hotel, and after Allie told your dad that ours had already gone he told you guys to stay with us while he checked on Dad. He saved his life and took him to the hospital."

"Alex Farrell is your father?" Dean asked and Addison nodded. Dean and Sam shared a look before they both looked back at Addison. Alex was a great hunter and crazy smart from what Dean remembered. He also remembered the girls and how Sam, since he was only a year older than the two, had calmed them down when John came back and told them that their father was hurt. He found it funny that he didn't recognize them sooner, but not odd. A lot had happened in his life over the last thirteen years, and some things weren't as easily accessed as they used to be.

"He was," Addison said. "He died five years ago."

"We're sorry," Sam said and Addison smiled before she uncrossed her arms and pushed herself off the car.

"It's a hazard of the job, hell, of life in general," Addison said earning small and completely understanding smiles from the two men.

"Our dad's gone too, three years now," Sam said and Addison sighed quietly as she shook her head. From what she remembered of the boys' dad, he was a great hunter. Probably wasn't going to win a father of the year award, but her dad wasn't much better. However, the only thing that really mattered was that she and Allison knew that their dad loved them and would have given anything to keep them safe. Addison also knew that their father hadn't wanted hunting to become their lives but it had. Even when Allison had stopped hunting for a year after their father was killed, she came back to it. It was in their blood, and they were good at it.

"Tell you the truth, I'm not sure how Allie and I aren't dead yet," she said with a smile to lighten the tension, but only earned awkward chuckles from the men in front of her. "Allie took dad's death pretty hard. She even stopped hunting for a while before I got her back into it."

"She stopped?" Sam asked and Addison nodded.

"She said she couldn't do it anymore and that she wanted to be normal," Addison said, "but there's no such thing as normal when you know what's out there." Dean looked at his younger brother, who was looking at Addison before he looked at Dean. "What do you say we go in your room and get the weapons ready?" Dean nodded and adjusted his grip on his bag.

"We're going to set up a camera in your room so we can watch Allison on my laptop," Sam said as they started towards the room.

"We're not going to be in the room with her?" she asked, worry clear in her voice.

"All four victims were single and lived alone," Dean said as they entered the room. "Believe me when I say that I don't like leaving her alone in there, but if it comes for her, it's not going to go after her with someone in the room." Addison nodded knowing that they were right before silently, the trio set to work.

Allison silently thanked the inventor of the water heater as the hot water once again undid the knots and tension thought out her body. Her legs were killing her from the long hike and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep; but that was far from happening just yet. It was barely six, and she as tired as she was she wasn't ready to face the mare. Plus, she was starving.

She climbed out of the shower and dried her body off as best she could before wrapping the large towel tightly around her body and grabbing a second towel for her hair. After squeezing most of the excess water from her long locks she ran the towel over her hair. She dried it as best she could before throwing the towel over the shower rod and making her way out of the bathroom.

She quickly dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a loose t-shirt before she slipped her feet into a pair of flip flops and ran a brush through her long hair. She pulled the wet locks over her left shoulder and quickly plaited her hair into a braid. After securing an elastic band around the end of her braid, she grabbed her motel room key and phone from the table. Allison walked outside and locked the door behind her before she walked to Sam and Dean's room. She knocked and Addison opened the door, smiling at her as she walked in.

"What did I miss?" Allison asked as Addison closed the door and Dean cocked the pistol in his hand, which made her raise an eyebrow. He grinned at her before he flipped on the safety and stood from the bed, tucking the gun in the waist of his jeans.

"Not much," Addison said, answering her sister's question and drawing her eyes to her. "Sam's going to set up a camera in the room so we can watch on his lap top in here to see if the mare shows up tonight."

"I was wondering how everyone was going to lay it wait for it," Allison said before she looked at Sam and smiled at him. "That's a really smart idea." Sam smiled and nodded his head as he gathered in his hands what he needed before Addison took the room key from Allison and left the room with Sam. Allison returned her eyes to Dean and he walked over to where she stood.

"You scared?" he asked and she shrugged.

"More nervous than scared actually," she said. "We've dealt with scarier things, but there's still that slight fear of not waking up again."

"You'll wake up," Dean said and she smiled at him.

"You sound pretty confident in yourself there, Dean," she said. "We're not even sure what this thing looks like or if it's even visible to the naked eye." Dean's heart dropped as the realization sunk in that the creature could very well be invisible since there really wasn't a clear description of the thing in the book Allison had showed him.

"Forget the camera, I'm staying with you." Dean started to leave the room to stop Sam, but Allison caught his arm.

"Dean, I was only teasing," she said quickly, her eyes wide at the sudden rush of protectiveness he had displayed. "During lunch, I used Sam's lap top and found an online source. Mares are supposed to be small creatures with dark rough skin and long pointy ears. You'll be able to see it on the camera feed." He let out a relieved sigh and looked down at her. "Why are you more worried about this than I am?"

"Why didn't you tell us Alex Farrell was your dad and that we'd met before?" he asked and Allison's hand fell away from his arm. "When you remembered us, why didn't you mention it?"

"I was planning on telling you when we finished this job, but it looks like Addie beat me to it," she said and Dean nodded. However, Allison wasn't going to let him get away with the subject change. She wanted to know why Dean had been so on edge since she told them her plan. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"No," he said before he turned away from her and went back to the cache of weapons he had laid out on his bed. Allison frowned and shook her head.

"Why are you shutting me out?" she asked and Dean looked at her.

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are," she said. "Is it because I didn't tell you about my dad?"

"No," he said tightly and Allison was getting frustrated.

"Then what is it? Do you regret last night or something?" Dean sighed as he pursed his lips and Allison walked over to him. "Is that it? Is that why you're being so hot and cold with me all of a sudden?" Dean looked away from her then before he picked up his homemade torch and made sure it was full. "Look, I'm not going to lie; last night . . . last night was amazing and it certainly isn't a night I'm ever going to forget. However, I'm not expecting anything if that's what you're worried about," she said and he returned his eyes to her. "After all, this life doesn't exactly allow for anything more than one night of bliss every now and then."

Suddenly, Dean leaned down and caught her lips with his silencing any further words that Allison was going to say. Dean tossed the small can onto the bed and pulled her close to him, his right hand holding her by the neck and his left arm wrapping around her waist. There was something about her that just made him feel a little better about everything going on around him. When he had fallen asleep with her in his arms, it was the first time since he came back that he didn't have nightmares of Hell. He didn't hear the screams or relive his days down there. He didn't even dream. He just slept, a peace filled sleep for the first time in two months. There were no worries when he was with her. The apocalypse wasn't looming, Sam wasn't keeping secrets from him, and things were like they were before he went to Hell; at least, that's what he felt like when she was with him.

The kiss grew heated, and Allison wasn't fighting it. In fact she was enjoying it. Dean knew what he was doing when it came to kissing, and when her hands raised to rest on his chest she loved the feel of his muscles tightening under her touch. She slid her right hand up his chest and ran her fingers along his jaw before moving to the back of his head. She laced her fingers into his short dark hair as he deepened the kiss even more. They stood at the foot of Dean's weapon covered bed for who knew how long so lost in each other that they didn't hear the door open or Sam walk back into the room. At the sight in front of him, Sam pushed down his smile before he cleared his throat, which effectively tore the couple apart.

"Sorry to interrupt," Sam said and Allison blushed as she looked back at Dean who sighed and let go of her. Allison licked her lips before wiping at her lower lip and turned around to look at Sam.

"Where's Addie?" she asked, her blush still raging. However, Sam was kind enough not to say anything.

"She went to the pizza place across the street to get some dinner. She should be back in a minute," he said as he made his way over to the sofa and coffee table where he had his laptop set up. Allison nodded and looked back at Dean. He had returned to checking his weapons and was once again giving her the cold shoulder. Something told her that Dean rarely, if ever, let anyone in and his cold shoulder treatment was his way of pushing people away. She wasn't sure what hurt more; the fact that he seemed to care but didn't want to or the fact that if she lived through the night the follow day was probably going to be the last time she ever saw him.