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Chapter 5

"You know, if this works and it comes for me, I'm counting on the three of you to save my ass, so, no hesitating," Allison said as she finished off her fourth piece of pizza, which probably negated the effort of her afternoon hike but she didn't really care. She had been starving and Addison had thankfully bought two large pizzas, and the four of them were fed well.

"No worries on that, sis," Addison said with a smile and Allison sighed quietly as she nodded and glanced at Dean who apparently found the table top more interesting than her. Since he kissed her, he had barely even looked at her and Allison tried to not let it bother her, but it was easier said than done. She shouldn't have cared as much as she did; after all she barely knew him, but there was something about Dean that brought out feelings she had locked away long ago and she liked him. She liked him far too much. Allison glanced at the clock on the wall, it was quarter to ten and the day had finally caught up with her.

"All right then," she said as she stood. "Let's get this show on the road. I'll leave the door unlocked, so, just charge right in when it comes." Dean looked up at her and watched as she adjusted the hem of her t-shirt before walking around him and headed towards the door. "Good night guys," she said with a faint smile before she left the room. Sam moved over to his computer and Addison quickly followed him. Dean sighed heavily as he scowled and he took a deep breath before he closed the open pizza box and stood to join Addison and Sam.

Allison climbed into bed with a soft sigh after she slipped off her flip flops. She spared a glance at the camera hidden on the nightstand before she pulled the covers over her body. Lying on her back she found the activities of the day catching up with her despite the slight nagging fear of the arrival of the mare. Slowly, her eyes closed and her breathing evened as sleep gently claimed her.

An hour had passed since Allison had fallen asleep and Addison smiled at her sister's sleeping face before she glanced at the window and the door on the lap top screen. The camera was a wide shot of half of the room that focused on Allison's bed, the door and the window. "When do you think this thing is going to show?" Dean asked breaking the silence they had settled into. His eyes were on Allison's sleeping face and the slight frown that suddenly marred her brow. She had turned slightly in her sleep and was resting on her left side, facing the camera.

"No clue, but it probably won't be . . . Dean," Sam said when he spotted something at the foot of Allison's bed. He pointed to the screen and Addison gasped quietly while Dean stood, his eyes still on the screen. A creature that was just like Allison described, slowly climbed onto the bed. It wasn't much bigger than a medium sized dog, but the fact that it ran its hand along Allison's blanket covered leg as it made its way to the top of the bed had Dean's blood boiling.

"We need to move, now," Dean said but Sam caught his arm as he quickly stood from the sofa.

"Dean, we need to wait until it establishes the connection with Allie," Sam said, not liking the fact anymore than Dean. "It'll be weaker when it attaches itself to her." Dean wanted to punch Sam for holding him back, but he knew Sam was right.

"Guys, I don't think we'll have to wait long," Addison said as she watched the mare push Allison slightly so she was once again lying on her back. "It's crawling on her chest now."

"Let's move," Dean said as he pulled his gun from the waist of his jeans and unlocked the safety while Sam did the same. Addison stood from the sofa and grabbed the homemade torch before the three of them quickly made their way to Addison and Allison's room.

Once they all had gathered at the door, Dean silently and quickly counted to three before he pushed open the door and ran inside, gun raised. The mare had its long fingered hand pressed to Allison's head and her face was contorting in pain. It looked at Dean as he walked in with a sinister smile on its face. Dean held back a growl before he fired off several rounds, hitting the mare in the chest and the head with the silver bullets. It screeched loudly and fell away from Allison before it started to shake. Sam walked in and grabbed the creature, pulling it from the bed and onto the floor with his gun trained on it just in case. He winced at the putrid smell of it, but kept his eyes on it just to be sure it was dying. They didn't need it coming after them again.

"That's just nasty," Addison whispered as she walked over to Sam and watched as the thing pretty much melted into the stained carpet. She glanced at her sister, fully expecting her to be sitting up and awake thanks to the loud bangs of Dean's gun; but she wasn't. In the dark, Addison could see that Allison was shaking as she lay on the bed, small whimpers of pain coming from her lips. "Allie?" Addison asked; fear for her sister coursing through her, but before she could even take a step towards the bed Dean was at Allison's side, his hands gripping her shoulders tight.

"Allie? Allison!" Dean demanded sharply as he roughly shook her, trying to wake her. Suddenly, Allison gasped and sat up, effectively throwing herself into Dean's arms.

At first she started to fight against him, still caught up in the nightmare she had been lost in but his newly familiar scent washed over her pulling her out of her frightening thoughts. With a heavy sigh, Allison threw her arms around Dean and buried her face in his neck. She took a deep breath against his skin and let Dean completely consume her. Dean let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Addison slowly let it out the breath she had been holding before she looked up and over her right shoulder at Sam who had moved over to her side and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. The relief that was on her face was reflected in his, and slowly she returned her eyes to Allison and Dean just as the duo pulled apart.

"You okay?" Dean asked her and thanks to the light shining in through the open motel room door, he saw her smile softly at him.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm okay. How about you?" Dean just shook his head before he raised his left hand to her face and gently pushed a way a few strands of hair that had loosened from her braid.

"Peachy," he finally responded and Allison rolled her eyes at his response. That was one thing Dean hadn't toned down over the last thirteen years. He was just as smart mouthed as he was when he was a teenager.

Much to Allison's surprise no one had came running at the sound of Dean's gun shots, but she shouldn't have really been surprised. Given the rotting smell of what was left of the mare, the girls packed up their things and joined the boys in their room for the night. Allison was sitting on Dean's bed, her back resting against a pillow and the headboard with her knees bent while she wrote down the events of the day and the results of the job in the log her father had left to her and her sister to maintain. Her reading glasses were perched on her nose and she was doing her best to ignore Addison and Sam's bickering.

"I'm sleeping on the sofa," Addison said as she crossed her arms over her chest and craned her head back to look Sam in the face since he was standing rather close to her.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the sofa," Sam argued and Allison was about ready to pull her hair out. They'd been bickering back and forth for the last ten minutes about who was going to sleep where and it was getting on Allison's nerves. "Take the bed."

"No," Addison said. "You're too tall to rest on that thing comfortably. I'll be just fine. If I can sleep in the truck bed without a problem, I'm sure I can manage a sofa."

"Addie-," Sam started but Allison interrupted.

"Okay, you two I can't take it anymore," she snapped and both Sam and Addison looked at her. "Sam, Addie's right. You're too tall to get any sort of rest on that sofa and she's slept in less comfortable places. However, you both are completely missing the easiest solution to this dilemma you have going on."

"What?" Sam and Addison asked at the same time and Allison smiled.

"Why don't you two just share the bed?" Allison asked as she closed her father's log and sat it on the nightstand.

"What?" they asked at the same time yet again, which made Allison laugh as she pulled her glasses from her face. Dean came out of the bathroom then, his toiletry bag in hand and dressed in fresh shirt and boxers. He looked at everyone and frowned as I squeezed between Addison and Sam and looked at Allison who was still chuckling to herself.

"Did I miss something?" Dean asked as he tossed his toiletry bag on top of his duffle and settled under the covers next to Allison. When Dean suggested that she sleep in his bed with him, Allison didn't argue. She would take any reason she could to get as close to him as possible for the short time they had left together.

"Yeah, my sister trying to pimp me out to your brother," Addison said as she narrowed her eyes at Allison, who's laughter had sobered up when she saw the very faint light pink tone her sister's cheeks had taken. Addison was never flustered when it came to men, so, Allison knew that meant only one thing and Allison was shocked. However, she quickly recovered and decided to let the knowledge slip away for a while.

"I was not trying to pimp you out to Sam," Allison said. "I was merely making a suggestion so you two would shut up. It's not like Sam's going to try and cop a feel or anything, right Sam?" she asked as she turned her eyes to the taller Winchester, who sighed as he shook his head negatively and looked at Addison.

"She's got a point," Sam said and Addison looked up at him.

"Yeah, Sammy'll keep his hands to himself unless you don't want him too, Addie," Dean said with a smirk, which earned him a glare from Sam and Addison and a smack on the arm from Allison. "What?" he asked as he looked at the brunette beside him and she just smiled at him.

"Fine," Addison said. "I'm going change and if I so much as feel a hand anywhere near my ass or chest tonight, you'll have to learn to live without a certain appendage." Sam's eyebrow rose, and he couldn't help but smirk as Addison turned away from him. Dean scoffed a laugh before he settled back on his pillow with a soft sigh and still chuckling.

Addison looked at Allison as she gathered her clothes and frowned when she saw Allison look away from Dean with a sad look on her face. She could sense a slight change in her sister ever since she woke up from whatever dream the mare had put her in, and she was concerned. Allison had a knack for keeping things to herself sometimes, especially if something was really bothering her. She'd hold it in until she was ready to explode and then Addison was always there to put the pieces back together when she finally did. Sighing quietly, Addison went in the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Allison stood from the bed then, gathering her things from the nightstand and she moved over to her bag. She put her reading glasses in the hard silver case she kept them in and put her father's log in the bag along with her glasses. She zipped up her bag and stood fully, turning back to face the bed only to find Dean watching her. She glanced at Sam to see the younger Winchester laying in bed with his back to them. Allison returned her eyes to Dean and felt the stupid blush flood her cheeks that always seemed to come around whenever Dean was looking at her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked in a whisper and Dean shook his head negatively. Allison walked back over to the bed and laid down next to him, moving close to him so she could speak quietly since Sam was still awake and Addison would be coming out of the bathroom any minute. He watched her the whole time and tensed slightly when she moved closer. It wasn't that he didn't want her to. He wanted her to. For some crazy, no sense making, reason he cared about her when he knew he shouldn't because come morning she'd be a memory. She opened her mouth to say something when Addison came out of the bathroom.

"Night everyone," Addison said before she turned off the lights and climbed into the double bed with Sam.

"Night," Allison, Sam, and Dean chorused; but Allison knew sleep wasn't going to come right away from her.

"Dean," she breathed and in the darkness she saw him turn his head in her direction.

"Yeah?" he asked just as quietly and she licked her lips, suddenly loosing the courage she had earlier in the day when she had confronted him about what was going on with him.

"Thank you," she whispered, "for everything." She leaned in to him, meaning to press her lips to his cheek, but Dean had turned his head when he heard her move in the darkness and instead of pressing her lips to his cheek, her lips met his in the dark. She gasped quietly and started to pull away, but Dean brought his left hand to her neck and held her in place. Just like that afternoon, the kiss between the pair deepened and Allison was lost in Dean.

"You better not be doing what I think you're doing over there!" came Addison's stern voice, breaking the two of them apart.

"Seriously guys, you're not alone in here," Sam said and Dean rolled his eyes, but Allison was the one that spoke.

"We weren't doing anything," Allison said as she pulled back from Dean, but he kept her at his side by wrapping his right arm around her.

"Then we weren't hearing the sounds of spit being swapped?" Addison asked smirking as she laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling. Sam scoffed a laugh as he laid on his side, facing Addison.

"Shut up," Allison mumbled before she turned her burning face into Dean's t-shirt covered chest, which was shaking gently with his silent laughter. The room grew quiet then and it wasn't long before Addison and Sam were sound asleep.

As the minutes ticked by, Allison was still awake and cuddled into Dean's side. She was afraid to go to sleep because of what the mare had made her see. Addison told her that it hadn't been on her for long, maybe two minutes at the most, but the dream it put her in seemed like it lasted for hours. She had seen a lot in her twenty-five years, but nothing scared her as much as the dream had. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped at Dean's t-shirt as she willed the images away, but they wouldn't go away.

Allison had dreamed that she and Addison were in the middle of a fierce fight in an old warehouse with Dean and Sam at their sides. When it was over, Allison had been injured, but it wasn't the pain she had felt that haunted her. It was the lifeless bodies of Sam and Dean and the dull blue-gray eyes of her sister she kept seeing over and over again. She had lifted Addison's limp body into her arms with great effort and held her close to her chest as she cried until she was torn away from her sister and thrown against a wall. It was then that one of the demons they had been fighting picked her up by the throat and pressed her up against the very wall it had thrown her against.

That demon wasn't like the others she had fought before. Unlike his minions, his eyes were white and his power was far too much for them. He was laughing as he had her pinned and he told her how he was going to make her death slow and painful. He told her how he was going to enjoy every one of her screams and that he was going to make her beg for death. She hadn't cared though. She would welcome death when it came because everyone she cared about was gone.

"Hey," came Dean's voice above her head and she opened her eyes and raised her head. Her eyes had long adjusted to the dim light and saw Dean looking at her with a frown marring his face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Did I wake you?"

"I wasn't really sleeping yet," he said. "What's wrong?"

"I just can't sleep," she said, her voice betraying her and cracking a bit with the emotions she was trying to push away. She cleared her throat and sniffed quietly.

"Yeah, cause I know I cry when I can't sleep," he said and Allison sighed as she rested her head back on Dean's chest. "Allie, what's going on?" Dean looked at the top of her head for several seconds before he raised his right hand from her waist to her face and ran a finger across her cheek.

"I can't get the dream the mare put me in out of my head," she whispered when he put his hand on her shoulder.

"You weren't under for long," he said and Allison sighed as she raised her head again and rested her chin on his chest so she was looking at his face.

"I know," she said, "but it felt like hours."

"What was it about?" Dean asked, completely throwing her off guard. That wasn't a question she would have ever expected from Dean; Sam maybe, but not Dean. However, she figured since he asked, he must have been concerned. She also knew that it would probably be better to talk about it and maybe she would be able to get some rest. They had a drive ahead of them the next day.

"Addie and I were fighting a bunch of demons, and for some reason you and Sam were there," she said. "We . . . we didn't win. You, Sam, and . . . and Addie were killed. I was hurt, and as I was sitting with Addie when one of the demons threw me against the wall. He . . . he was strong. Stronger than any demon Addie and I have ever faced. He didn't have the black eyes like the others. His were white."

"White?" Dean asked sharply and louder than he should have because he glanced over at Sam's bed. Thankfully, he hadn't woken his brother or Addison. He looked back at Allison. "Did he say anything to you?" he asked and Allison frowned.

"He pinned me against the wall and told me he was going to torture me to death, but that's not what's bothering me. It's the fact that I keep seeing Addie, Sam, and you lying dead on the ground."

"Allie, that's not going to happen," Dean said and Allison sighed before she rested her head against his chest once more.

"I know," she said softly, "but it felt so real and I wanted to die. I didn't care how it happened, but I wanted to die. If I don't have Addie, Dean, I don't have anything. I'd be alone and I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone, Allie, and something tells me, Addie doesn't plan on going anywhere," Dean said, his voice heavy. He knew exactly how she felt. "She's asleep twenty feet away from you, and will probably kick your ass in the morning for not getting enough sleep." Dean bent his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Go to sleep, Allie. You've got nothing to worry about." She sighed quietly as she slowly closed her eyes.

"Okay," she breathed. "Good night, Dean."

"Night," he whispered back. Dean found himself staring at the ceiling while he listened to her breathing slowly even out. Dean knew it was just a dream that probably fed from her fears and when it looked at him as he walked in, it probably put his fears into Allison's dream, but it didn't matter.

There was only one demon that Dean knew of who was out of hell that had a penchant for torture and white eyes, and Dean's mind was racing. There was no way that Alastair knew about Allison, but that didn't stop Dean from worrying all the same. She didn't know it, but Allison had passed her unease onto him and as long as she got some sleep he was happy to take it on. Now, he wasn't so sure about saying good bye to Allison and Addison come morning.