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Chapter 12

While Sam and Dean went the jail, posing as public defenders, talking to the latest man that had killed his wife; Allison was sitting in the boys' hotel room going over the information they had gathered so far, which wasn't much. She had just finished reading the last article when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she said without looking at the ID as she stood from the chair she had been sitting in and stretched her back.

"Hey," came Dean's voice.

"Hey, what did you guys find out?" she asked.

"Well, the guy off'd his wife because a stripper told him to," Dean said as Allison was about to cross the room towards the bathroom and Allison stopped mid stride.

"Come again?" Allison asked and Dean chuckled.

"He was having a thing with a stripper named Jasmine," Dean said. "Apparently, she said they could be together forever if the guy got rid of his wife; and he's not the only one."

"The other men killed their wives because a stripper named Jasmine told them to?" Allison asked.

"Not exactly," Dean said and Allison's frown deepened. "They were all different women."

"Are they a gang or something?" she asked.

"We're going to the club tonight," he said with a smirk on his face even though Allison couldn't see it. However, she knew it was there.

"You're going where?" Allison asked and Dean chuckled.

"Relax, Allie," Dean said. "We're only going there to ask a few questions. You can meet us there if you want."

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," she said as she continued on her way to the bathroom. "Tell me what you do know." Dean started telling her what Benson told them and what the other two guys divulged to him and Sam while she started brushing her teeth. He told her about the high levels of some 'love hormone' in the men's blood the corner found, and that they were going to talk to the owner of the strip club to see if he could give them information on the girls. It wasn't until he gave her the names of the strippers that she spoke. "Wait, what were their names again?" she asked after she rinsed the toothpaste from her mouth.

"Uh, Jasmine, Aurora, and Ariel," he said after a beat and Allison laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Disney movies weren't your thing as a kid, huh?" she asked and there was a pause on the other end.

"No . . . not really," he said.

"Dean, those names are Disney princesses from Aladdin, Sleeping Beauty, and The Little Mermaid," she said as she walked out of the bathroom and turned the light off behind her.

"Well, that tidbit of information is so helpful," Dean said sarcastically and Allison rolled her eyes.

"Don't get cute," she said dryly before she walked back over to the table. She had planned on lying down to get some sleep, but she knew that it was pointless now since her brain was processing the information Dean had given her. She had an idea of what they were dealing with, but she needed to get her father's book from the back of her truck to be sure. "Look, just call me if you get anything new out of the owner or if you and Sam use those brains of yours while you're there. Remember, look but don't touch."

"Why would I even look when I got the sexiest thing on two legs waiting for me back at the hotel?" Dean asked, attempting to be smooth, and Allison smiled at the effort.

"You're you, Dean, and I know you're going to look; and besides I'm not exactly evoking 'sex' at the moment."

"Really? What are you wearing?" Dean asked and Allison rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, dude, I'm right here," came Sam's voice in the background on the other end and Allison laughed, but answered Dean's question.

"A pair of sweat pants and one of your t-shirts that I stole from your bag," she said and she heard Dean's gentle sigh as he parked the Impala.

"We shouldn't be long," Dean said. "Wait up."

"Planned on it," she said. "Love you," she added before they ended the call. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell Dean that she loved him every chance she had. However, she knew that since his mother's death when he was four, he probably didn't hear those words and that in itself was a good enough reason for her.

Tossing her cell phone on the bed she was intending on sharing with Dean that night, she sat down and pulled on her boots before grabbing the room key and the keys to her truck from the table. Deciding to forgo her jacket since she was only going to be outside for a moment, she left the hotel and went out to the parking lot. Hopping into the back of the truck she hunched down and walked to the back of the covered bed. She unlocked one of the three tool cases that served as her and Addison's weapons and research items storage boxes. Finding the book she needed with relative ease, she pulled it from its place before scooting out of the truck and back onto the pavement of the parking lot. Once the truck was securely locked, she turned around and went back inside. She had a lot of reading to do and it was going to be a long night.

"This siren could be anyone," Dean said as he drove the Impala back to the hotel with Sam riding at his side.

"I know, Dean," Sam said with a sigh.

"How are we going to figure out who the hell the siren is?" Dean asked and Sam looked at his brother. He was too tired to think too much of anything at that moment and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and get some sleep. The pounding music at the strip club had only brought a headache on to his sleep depraved brain.

"Dean, could we wait and talk this over after we get some sleep?" Sam asked. "I can barely even think right now."

"All right, Sammy," Dean said heavily just as they pulled into the lot. Dean parked his car next to Allison's truck and the duo made their way inside. Dean had tried to call Allison after Bobby and Sam's little revelation to see if she knew anything about sirens, but Allison hadn't answered her phone. It had taken them longer than he expected and part of him was worried, but the more sensible part of his brain wasn't. Allison could handle herself just as well as Sam and he could, and there should have been no reason for him to be worried.

"Looks like Allie was busy," Sam said as he opened the door to their room and Dean followed him inside to see the brunette lying back awkwardly against the headboard of Dean's bed with Sam's laptop settled on her lap and her fingers still poised on the keys. Pieces of paper were scattered on the bed along with a book he knew she must have gotten out of her truck. Dean closed the door and walked over to the bed, picking up a couple of the pages with Allison's neat script smattered all over them.

"Seems like she knew what we were dealing with before we did," Dean said and Allison started awake, gasping as she did so, alarming both men and making their eyes move to her. "You okay?" Dean asked when he saw her wince as she sat up and craned her neck.

"Fine," she said before she looked at Sam and held up his laptop to him. Frowning, Sam walked over and took the computer from her hands. "It's got to be a siren," she said not really waiting to hear what they had found out. "It's the only thing that really fits and the only way to kill it is 'with a bronze dagger covered the blood of a sailor under the siren's song.'"

"Bobby and Sam came to the same conclusion, except for the how to kill it part," Dean said. "We hadn't gotten that far yet."

"Glad I could help," she said before she slid down the bed and turned on her side before wrapping her arms around a pillow. Dean chuckled and looked up at Sam who put his computer down on the table and gestured towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to shower and change," he said and Dean nodded as he loosened his tie and gathered the papers and book from the bed before setting them on the table next to Sam's computer.

"Hey," he said as he sat down on the bed and Allison opened her eyes and looked at him from her curled up position. "Don't you want to actually crawl under the covers?"

"Not really," she said before she closed her eyes again, which made Dean sigh before he reached out and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Allison opened her eyes and frowned when she saw Dean's face. She sat up and moved closer to him, causing him to right himself as she settled herself right next to him. "What's wrong?" she asked and he shook his head.

"Nothing," he said as he loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck.

"Hey, don't lie to me, Dean," she said gently. "Talk to me. I know you like to keep things to yourself, but you don't have to. Not with me."

"Now you sound like Sammy," Dean said as he stood up and shrugged out of his jacket. Allison frowned and quickly climbed from the bed before moving over to him and standing in front of him, her hands on his chest.

"Dean, seriously," she said as she looked up at him and he looked down at her hands before he looked at her face.

"I don't know, Allie," he said heavily, "something's just bugging me about this case. How are we going to know who the siren is if she could be anyone?"

"Well, since it can read minds it might already know we're here. Especially since you guys have gone to the club. If it was there, it probably spotted you guys a mile away. You could have already met it," she said as she slid her hands down his chest and rested them on his waist as she looked up at him.

"How does she put these guys under her 'song'?" Dean asked.

"It's some sort of chemical so it could be through any number of ways; but since these guys hook up with it repeatedly I'm going to guess sex is probably the main way it uses." Dean made a face.

"Ugh, like a supernatural STD?" he asked and Allison laughed.

"Yeah, like a supernatural STD," she said as she rolled her eyes and shook her head before she placed a kiss on his chin.

"I thought you were tired," he said as he tossed his jacket and tie towards the chair by the table before he settled his arms around her and pulled her close. With Sam in the shower he didn't want to talk about the case anymore.

"Not so much anymore," she said. "Since I'm wide awake now, what should we do?" Dean grinned before he leaned in and kissed her firmly. As Allison started to return his kiss the same electrical like sensation washed through her, but it wasn't painful. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but in a way she sort of liked it. Deciding she was just going to ignore the sensation, she lost herself in Dean's talented lips.

Allison raised her right hand from his waist and danced her fingers along Dean's jaw before she rested her hand on his face. Dean wrapped her into his arms and with relative ease; he hoisted her from the floor. Instinctively, Allison's legs went around Dean's waist and he walked with her in his arms over to the bed before tumbling down onto the mattress. He was careful to keep most of his weight off of her and never broke the kiss as she giggled against his lips while her hand moved into his short hair.

Dean chuckled into the kiss as well, but the movement of her lips only allowed him to deepen the already passionate kiss. Clothes were loosened and hands were exploring when a throat clearing broke the two apart. Dean raised his head and Allison tilted her head back slightly on the bed to see Sam standing there in a pair of black sweats and a gray t-shirt, his hair wet and a grin on his face.

"Do you guys want me to get a separate room or something?" Sam asked and the couple looked at each other. Dean raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that clearly said he was game, but Allison didn't want Sam to get another room. She didn't want to put him out because she decided to tag along. The duo could wait until after the case to continue their night.

"No, it's okay, Sam. We're good," she said while she looked at Dean and her man pouted; he actually pouted at her; while Sam laughed. "I'll make it up to you," she whispered into Dean's ear.

"Promise?" he asked as he raised his head back slightly and looked down at her with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face. She smiled and ran her hand along his cheek and nodded.

"I promise."

The three of them slept in the following morning before going to lunch. After talking to Bobby, Dean and Sam then left Allison to her own devices while they went to the corner to get the blood samples from the guys that had killed their wives that she had kept. Since they had already played the FBI card on the doctor, she let them at it. It wasn't until much later in the day that she got a call from Dean, that she knew something wasn't right.

"Allie, is Sam with you?" Dean asked and she frowned.

"No," she said. "Isn't he with you?"

"I left him back at the hospital with the doc to the get the blood sample and went back to the club with Nick, but Sam's not answering his phone," Dean said and Allison's frown only deepened.

"Okay, back up, who's Nick?" she asked.

"Oh, right, I didn't call you because I've been with him all evening," Dean said. "He's with the FBI."

"What?" she asked and she heard Dean chuckle.

"Don't worry, Bobby played our superior. We're good," he said, but Allison still wasn't satisfied.

"Are you sure that he's FBI?" Allison asked.

"Allie, he's not a hunter."

"Still," she said not liking the uneasy feeling she had in her stomach.

"Relax, Allie," Dean said. "I'm going to try calling Sam again. I think I got a lead on the siren. I think it's the doc." At those words Allison's thoughts were taken from the supposed FBI agent and to Sam.

"Then, he could be in trouble," Allison said.

"I know that's why I'm trying to get a hold of him," Dean said. "Call me if he gets there in the next few minutes."

"Okay," she said and Dean ended the call without saying good bye. Frowning, Allison pulled her phone from her ear and shook her head as she sat it down on the table. She was seriously wondering why she had even bothered coming on the job since the guys weren't letting her do much of anything other than research and tidy up after them once they left. Since she hadn't showered since the morning before, Allison decided to take one to help her thoughts come together.

After her shower, she was getting dressed in the bathroom and she heard Sam's voice fill the room before a loud ruckus. Dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, she rushed out of the room with her hair still wet only to see Sam throw his suit jacket on the floor and run his hand through his hair. "Everything okay?" she asked and Sam sighed as he looked at her.

"No," he said tightly. "Dean thinks the doctor is the siren, but she's not."

"You sure about that?" she asked and Sam looked at her.

"I was just with her, Allie."

"Too much information," she interrupted as she raised her hands in front of her, but Sam pressed on as if she hadn't even spoke.

"I'm fine," he said firmly. "I'm not in lust with her or anything like that. Hell, I could care less if I see her tomorrow." That made her raise her eyebrows in surprise. Sam wasn't the love 'em and leave 'em type at all. Maybe Dean had rubbed off on him more than she thought. Obviously, the doctor wasn't the siren. Sam wouldn't be acting the way he was if she was. "She's not the siren,"

"Yeah, I'm going to agree with you on that," she said before she went back into the bathroom to grab her hair brush and hair tie she left on the counter. "Where is Dean?"

"He's going to get Nick and they're going to stake out the doctor," he said and Allison nodded as she brushed her hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail.

"All right," she said. "How about you change and the two of us go and get something to eat. I'm starving." Sam smiled at her words and nodded.

"I could eat," he said and she smirked.

"I bet you could. You worked off lunch with the doctor," she said and Sam rolled his eyes.

"You're spending too much time with Dean," he said as he moved to his duffle bag and Allison picked up his suit jacket from the floor. She laughed as she fixed the dark blue fabric and draped it over the bed.

"That's funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you."