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Chapter 8

"Okay, what is going on with you?" Addison asked the following morning as they packed up the truck for the drive to South Dakota. Allison frowned as she looked at Addison who was standing at the tailgate with her.

"What are you talking about?" Allison asked.

"You've been humming since we woke up this morning. You haven't done that since before Dad died, hell, I can't even get you to sing along with the radio when one of your favorite songs come on and you used to love to sing with the radio," Addison said. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing's up," Allison said. "Can't I just be in a good mood?" Allison asked before she climbed up into the back of the truck and secured the bags in the back.

"Of course you can, but seriously, Allie, it's kind of freaky," Addison said and Allison's frown returned as she climbed out of the truck bed. Addison studied Allison's face before her eyes widened. "Oh God, you and Dean didn't . . .," Addison trailed off and Allison gently shoved her sister's shoulder.

"You know I wouldn't do that in Chris' house!" Allison said quickly in Gaelic.

"But this cheery mood has something to do with him," Addison said with a grin at her sister's blazingly red face.

"I couldn't sleep last night," Allison said as she closed the tailgate and the glass door of the topper. "I went downstairs to have a glass of milk. Dean woke up and came into the kitchen with me. We just talked, Addie."

"You just talked?" Addison asked and Allison sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay, we did a little more than talk but it stayed PG-13," Allison said and Addison raised a doubtful eyebrow. Allison rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms. "We didn't do anything more than kiss."

"What is going on with you two?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is I want to hold onto to it for as long as I can," Allison said and suddenly Addison hugged her sister. Surprised by her sister's assault Allison stumbled back slightly before she slowly returned her sister's embrace.

"I hope you do because it's bringing the old Allie back," Addison said and Allison tightened her arms around Addison as she smiled and closed her eyes tightly.

"What'd we miss?" came Dean's voice and Addison pulled away from Allison before she turned around and looked at the man in question. Allison opened her eyes and smiled at Dean and Sam who stood behind him.

"Nothing, just a sister moment," Addison said before she smiled brightly at Dean, which made him look at her strangely before she walked back to the house and up the porch steps where Emily and Chris stood. Allison started to follow her, but Dean's right arm came out and stopped her. She looked up at him curiously and he licked his lips.

"When you follow us, stay close. I don't want to lose you on the highway," Dean said and Allison smiled up at him.

"Dean, if we get separated, we have cell phones," she said and Dean lowered his arm from in front of her.

"Humor me?" Dean asked with a smile tugging at his lips and she rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Okay," she said before she playfully hit his chest and pushed past his shoulder and towards the house. Chris was talking quietly with Addison, so, Allison walked over to Emily. The older woman was quick to take Allison into her arms and hugged her tight.

"Stop being such strangers," Emily said. "I'd like you to call me at least once a week to let me know how you two are doing. I worry you know." Allison smiled as she pulled away from Emily, who kept her hands on Allison's upper arms.

"We'll do our best to call as often as we can," Allison said and Emily nodded before she raised her right hand to Allison's face.

"Be careful, sweetheart," Emily said and Allison's smile only grew.

"I'm always careful," Allison said and Emily shook her head as she lowered her hands from Allison and clasped her hands in front of her.

"Not what I mean," Emily said and Allison frowned. "I mean be careful with this." She raised her right hand to her chest and gently tapped over her heart. "He's a good man, but he's also a hunter. I got lucky with Chris and I'm not saying you won't be just as lucky, but you know how this life is. You've lived it for most of your life." Allison nodded before she hugged Emily again, silently thanking her for her concern. Allison still didn't know what exactly was going on with her and Dean, but she would ride the ride for as long as she could. She loved how she felt when she was even in the same room with him, let alone wrapped tightly in his arms.

"I'll be careful," she promised in a whisper and Emily nodded. Addison playfully shoved Allison out of the way so she could hug Emily good bye and Allison laughed before she went over to Chris. "So, old man, this is good bye until next time."

"You know you need to quit calling me old man," Chris said with a smile on his wrinkled face. "I may be up in years, but I still got kick in me."

"I know you do," Allison said before she hugged him. "Thank you, Chris, for everything."

"You never need to thank me, Allie," Chris said as he returned her embrace. "You and Addie are welcome in my house even when there isn't a job for you to take in the area. You know that." Allison smiled as they pulled apart and Chris sighed quietly as he looked at her, a solemn look crossing his face.

"What? Is something wrong?" Allison asked, her smile slipping with slight worry. Chris had a look on his face she wasn't very familiar with, and she wasn't so sure if she liked it.

"Nothing's wrong, Allie, it's just been a long time since I've seen you smile like you have been," Chris said. "Don't stop."

"I'll try not to," Allison said, not really sure what to say in response to Chris' words.

"And if that boy hurts you, I'm a phone call away," Chris said, a smile returning to his face and Allison laugh.

"Duly noted," she said before she hugged him again. "Bye."

"Bye, sweetheart," Chris whispered and Allison pulled away.

"Come on, Addie, Dean and Sam are waiting," Allison said as she turned to her sister and Addison hugged Emily one more time before the duo walked down the stairs and waved at the couple, who had moved into each other's arms. They waved back and Allison and Addison trudged over to the truck, which now also held a stocked cooler that Emily insisted on sending with them. Allison glanced at the Impala and at Dean in the driver's seat before she smiled at him. Dean returned her smile with a small one of his own before he started the Impala and moved down the driveway so Allison could pull up behind him.

"You're in love with her," suddenly came Sam's voice, which was laced with surprise and disbelief as he looked at Dean. Dean nearly swerved into the grass as he looked at his brother and brought the car to a stop.

"What?" Dean cried loudly as he glared at Sam, who was smirking at Dean's reaction.

"You're in love with Allie," Sam said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Dean scoffed before he looked away from Sam and out the windshield before glancing in the rearview to see Allison's truck pull up behind him. He remained silent as he hit the accelerator and started down the gravel driveway with Allison following behind. "So, you're not going to deny it?"

"I'm not in love with her," Dean snapped harshly. "We barely know each other."

"It doesn't matter," Sam said. "I'm pretty sure I was in love with Jessica after our first date."

"That's you, Sammy, not me." Sam was silent for a few seconds before he looked away from Dean and then back again.

"What's her favorite color?"

"Green," Dean answered without thinking and Sam smirked. At Sam's silence, Dean glanced at his brother with a sigh. "What now?" Dean asked when he saw Sam's grin.

"You know her favorite color?" Sam asked and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know her favorite color. Why is that so Earth shattering?"

"The fact that you know her favorite color means you had to have asked her that question, and that means that you have more than an occasional interest in her. I knew you liked her, but I'm pretty sure you're in love with her." Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened even more as he glanced in the rearview mirror only to see Allison's truck a click behind them. Over the course of many conversations, they had gotten bored and just asked random questions back and forth. That just happened to be one of his questions.

"Just because I know her favorite color doesn't mean that I'm in love with her," Dean said as he returned his eyes to the road ahead. "It means I've gotten to know her, so, drop it Sammy." At Dean's scowl, Sam quietly laughed as he held up his hands in defeat, but the smile didn't leave his face.

It was completely dark outside as Allison followed Dean's Impala under the weathered and beat up sign that read 'Singer Salvage' and sighed quietly as she glanced at Addison. Her twin was asleep, her head resting against the glass of the window. It was a little before eight o'clock, and Addison had been sleeping practically since they left the park after eating the food Emily had packed for them hours earlier.

"Addie," Allison said as she returned her eyes to the road and parked her truck behind Dean. "Addie," she said again as she turned off the truck and looked at her sister fully and unbuckled her seatbelt. Addison sighed as she slowly opened her eyes and frowned when she realized they were stopped. She looked at Allison curiously as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and Allison chuckled. "We're at Bobby's."

"Already?" she asked sleepily and Allison laughed again.

"You've been asleep since we left the park and it's been a while," Allison said as she shrugged her jacket back on and climbed from the truck. Addison groaned as she stretched her neck and her back before unbuckling her seatbelt and following her sister from the truck. Dean, Allison, and Sam were waiting for her at the trunk of the Impala. Addison stumbled over the gravel in the driveway and Allison laughed once more before she walked over to her sister and laced her arm with hers. "Come on sleepy head, I'll walk you to the house."

Addison grumbled but smiled at her sister all the same and then at Sam when he smiled at her before stepping in front of the pair, leading them to the house. Dean fell in line next to Allison and walked silently beside her. Sam was knocking on Bobby's door when the girls and Dean joined him on the porch and it didn't take long for the well worn wooden door to swing open and reveal the older hunter dressed in a faded button up, weathered jeans, and cap. Bobby didn't say anything, simply stepped aside and Sam walked in followed by Dean, but when Allison and Addison crossed the threshold of the door Bobby smiled. Allison slid her arm away from Addison and the twins smiled back at him.

"Hi Bobby," Allison said. "Long time no see."

"You ain't kidding me, and now you two finally look a little different but I don't know which one of you is which. Who's who?" Bobby asked and the girls laughed in unison. "That's still creepy," he added as he pointed at them and they smiled.

"Allie," Allison said as she raised her hand and Addison mirrored her action.

"Addie," Addison said and Bobby smiled as he shook his head and looked at the two of them.

"It figures that you're the one that went a little wild," Bobby said as he looked at Addison and Addison chuckled.

"You know me, Bobby," Addison said. "I hated always being confused for Allie and she hated it just as much as me." Bobby nodded and gestured for them to go further into the house. They went into Bobby's library and Addison plopped down on the small sofa, sighing contentedly as she sat back.

"You'd think you were the one driving all day," Allison said with a good natured smile on her face and Addison stuck her tongue out at her before she closed her eyes and sighed once more.

"So, are you guys finally going to let us in on whatever secret it is you're keeping?" Addison asked while Allison shrugged out of her jacket and looked at Sam and Dean. Addison raised her head from the back of the sofa and looked at the three men and glanced at her sister. She knew that Allison was keeping something from her, she wasn't stupid, but she also knew that Allison didn't know everything.

"It's a long story," Sam said and Addison sat forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and Allison draped her jacket on the arm of the sofa next to Addison.

"We've got time," Addison said dryly and the three men looked at each other before Bobby sighed and walked over to his book laden desk. Allison looked at Dean and by the look she saw in his eyes, she knew that they definitely in for a long night.

"Holy shit," Addison said quietly as her eyes darted between Sam and Dean, who had each taken a seat in the room.

Allison remained silent as her eyes found the faded floor of the library far more interesting than anything else. She sat still as stone next to her sister processing the conversation of the last two hours. Dean had made a deal to save his brother over a year ago. He had gone to hell only to be pulled out by, of all things, an angel. Now, the apocalypse was slowly coming thanks to a super powerful demon, who had been the one that had held Dean's contract, breaking the seals that locked the fallen angel, Lucifer, in his cell. They were trying to keep track of the seals and stop them from breaking, but with well over six hundred to choose from and only sixty-six needing to be broken it was near impossible to keep track. Apparently, the angels were trying to stop them but they had also called upon Dean to try and stop it.

"Holy shit," Addison said again but louder. Dean looked away from Allison's ashen face and looked at Addison's shock filled one. Addison stood from the sofa and walked out of the library and out onto the porch. She didn't care that she left her jacket behind and that the late November air was freezing. She just needed to get out of the house and some fresh air. Sam was quick to follow her, but not before he grabbed not only her jacket but his from where they had sat them. Bobby looked at Dean who nodded before Bobby stood from his chair and excused himself to the kitchen, closing the sliding doors behind him as he went.

"Allie?" Dean questioned as he stood from the chair he had been sitting in and walked over to the small sofa. Finally, she looked up at him and he sighed at the look on her face. He wasn't sure what she was thinking, but he was pretty sure it was nothing good. He sat down on the sofa next to her and before he could react, Allison reached out and took his right hand into her left. She held on tight as she looked into his eyes and he frowned when he saw the tears that lined her light eyes.

"You were pulled out of hell only to come back to the news that the world is ending," she said softly and he grinned.

"Yeah, it wasn't exactly a big welcome home party," Dean said dryly and Allison shook her head as a long tear rolled down her left cheek.

"Right now is not the time for your sarcastic sense of humor, Dean," she whispered and Dean's grin left his face. He reached across his body with his left hand and wiped the fallen tear from her face with the back of his left index finger before settling his hand back on his lap. "How do the angels expect you to stop it?"

"I have no idea," Dean answered honestly. "I don't even know what exactly it is I'm supposed to stop. All they've really told me is that I've got work to do. They're not exactly the most forthcoming." Allison let out a heavy breath before she looked away from Dean's face and at their joined hands that rested on her left thigh. She covered their hands with her free right hand and ran her thumb over the back of his hand.

"I can't even imagine what it must have been like for you in hell, and I'm not going to ask you to relive it but I do have a question," she said gently and Dean stiffened slightly. "How long were you down there?" Dean sighed quietly and looked to the floor before he answered her.

"Four months, but time moves differently down there," he said and Allison raised her eyes to his face, only to see him looking away from her.

"Then how long did it feel like you were there?" she asked and Dean returned his eyes to hers. To his surprise there wasn't pity in her beautiful eyes. He saw her empathy and pain at the thought of him being in hell, but there was something else in her eyes that he couldn't quite deceiver. "Dean?" she questioned, wanting him to answer.

"Forty years," he said and yet another tear rolled down her cheek as she gasped quietly and pulled her hands from his before she threw his arms around his shoulders. She had no idea what to say, so, she just wrapped her arms around him as she tried to quiet her tears while her imagination ran wild with thoughts of what he must of went through for forty years in hell.

Dean's arms quickly went around her as she held onto him tightly and buried her face in his neck. He felt her fingers in his short hair as she clung to him and his left hand gripped her shirt tightly while his right moved to the base of her neck. He closed his eyes as they held onto each other and he lowered his head so his face was against the exposed skin of her neck. She smelled softly of vanilla and as he held her the familiar calmness that washed over him every time she was in his arms made its presence known. He sighed quietly and tightened his hold on her as he realized that maybe Sam had been right; maybe he was in love with her.

"Addie," Sam said as he marched over to her, jackets in hand. She wheeled around to face him, her short hair flying about her face. Thanks to Bobby leaving the porch light on, he could clearly make out her agitated expression.

"How the hell do you and Dean plan on stopping the apocalypse?" Addison asked and Sam sighed quietly.

"We don't exactly have a plan, but I know . . . I have a friend who's trying to help me track down the demon that's doing all the seal breaking," Sam said as he took a few steps closer to the heavily breathing woman in front of him. "Every time we get close, the demon disappears again."

"If you find this demon, how are you going to stop it? Whoever it is, it's got to be pretty powerful."

"She is," Sam said as he held out her jacket and she hastily took it from his hands and threw it on before buttoning it up quickly.

"So, exercising it probably isn't an option," Addison said and Sam took a deep breath.

"I'm going to kill her," Sam said and Addison frowned.

"Sam, you can't kill a demon," she said. "It's impossible."

"It's not impossible, Addie, and I'm going to do it," he said and at the conviction in his voice, Addison thought it best to not argue with him. She saw a slight change in Sam then and her frowned deepened for a second as her shock and slight anger melted away. More was going on, and she knew it, but she also knew that Sam wasn't open to telling her.

"Well, you two have got Allie and me on your side," Addison said. "We'll help all we can."

"I'm not exactly sure what you can do to help," Sam said, "but the more hands we have the better probably."

"Yeah," she said quietly as she wrapped her arms around her waist and turned to look away from Sam and out at the endless pile of cars around the house. "You know, when Allie and I decided to give you two a hand, we weren't exactly expecting this."

"I know," Sam said as he walked over to her and settled next to her before he leaned against the railing. Addison untangled her right arm from her body and reached over to Sam, taking his hand into hers. They didn't look at each other, but Sam squeezed her hand before he tugged on her arm and brought her closer. Addison melted into his side as he let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned her head against him and sighed quietly as his warmth surrounded her and blocked her from the cold night air. She decided then that the Winchesters were definitely worth all the trouble they brought with them.