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Chapter 13

"Dean still not answering his phone?" Sam asked as he and Allison walked back to the hotel from the diner a few blocks away.

"No," Allison said with a sigh. "But if he doesn't call me back before we reached the hotel, I'm eating the pie I bought for him," she said pointedly as she slightly raised the brown paper bag in her hand and tucked her phone into her jacket pocket. Sam laughed and nodded his head in agreement as they entered the building.

They rode the elevator up in a comfortable silence and Sam let Allison exit off the elevator before following her down the hall. Sam slipped ahead of her and unlocked the door, opening it enough for her to go in and him to follow. Allison stopped short when she saw a man sitting on her and Dean's bed and she frowned only to have Sam gently push her to the side as he walked further into the room.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" Sam asked and the man's eyes flickered to Allison before he smirked. Suddenly, Dean seemed to come out of nowhere from Sam's left and slammed the door shut, holding his knife to Sam's throat. Allison tensed and her eyes widened as Sam struggled against his brother's hold. "Dean?" he questioned and Nick stood from the bed. Dean was obviously under the siren's spell and Nick was the siren. Allison didn't know what to do. She didn't have a bronze dagger and the silver knife in the sheath on her ankle was going to do no good against the siren. "I gotta tell ya, you're one butt ugly stripper," Sam said and Allison knew that she wasn't the only one that figured it out.

"Well, maybe," Nick said as he played with a flower in his fingers as he smiled at Sam. "But I got exactly what I wanted, I got Dean," he said.

"Dean," Sam said, still struggling against Dean's iron like hold, but Dean didn't budge.

"Dean, let him go," Allison said, hoping to break through the spell of the siren and get Dean to snap out of it. Dean raised his eyes to her, but there was no emotion in his eyes as they settled on her. "Fight it, Dean, this isn't you. You would never hurt Sam. Let him go." In her hopes to try and sway Dean from doing something he would always regret, she didn't pay attention Nick. A hand covered her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist before a soft chuckle filled her ear.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but your pretty voice isn't going to do a thing to break lover boy from the spell he's under," Nick said softly in her ear and she struggled against him as he walked with her towards the pair and next to Dean. "Why don't you cut him, just a little, on his neck right there," Nick suggested to Dean, who then promptly sliced into Sam's neck. Sam groaned and Allison elbowed the Nick in the stomach, causing the siren to grunt and surprisingly relinquish his hold on her. She stumbled away from him and towards the bathroom door. She righted herself only to see him glare at her before another smirk played on his lips. "Dean's all mine now. There's nothing he won't do for me."

"You poisoned him," Sam ground out and Nick turned his eyes to him.

"No," Nick said his smile still in place. "I gave him what he needed and it wasn't some bitch in a g-string. That's what she's for," he said as he gestured towards Allison who glared at him while Sam grunted. "What he needed was you," he said looking at Sam, smirk still in place. "A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust," he said as Allison subtly squatted to get the knife from her sheath. She really didn't care that the knife wouldn't actually kill the siren right then; all she wanted to do was incapacitate him enough to get Sam away from Dean. "And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me, and I gotta tell ya, that kind of devotion and watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world."

"Dean loves me, but he wouldn't kill his own brother for me if I asked him to, which I never would. Why would you ask someone to do that?" Allison asked and Nick's attention turned to her.

"How are you so sure he loves you, Allison?" he asked smoothly and avoiding her question. "Has he ever actually said those words to you?" Allison's stomach turned, but she didn't let it show on her face as she slowly stood, her knife hidden in her hand. "Remember, I've been inside his head. I know how he really feels, and I'm not so sure you're going to like it."

"You son of a bitch," she said before in one swift motion she flung the knife at him, hitting him right in the stomach. He stumbled back a bit and grimaced as he pulled the silver knife from his torso and sighed as he looked at it.

"That wasn't very nice," he said before he threw it back at her. Allison wasn't quick enough to dodge the knife completely and it lodge right into her left shoulder. She let out a scream as she collapsed against the wall, her right shoulder hitting the red wallpaper covered wall hard. She knew better than to pull the knife out then, she would bleed to death in a second if she did.

"Allie!" Sam cried and she righted herself as she growled in pain.

"I'm fine!" she snapped back as she turned her eyes to a smirking Nick and turned so her back was against the wall. She was pretty sure she had dislocated her shoulder when she hit the wall and the pain in both her shoulders was a little overwhelming. Nick just chuckled and returned his attention to Sam.

"I'll tell you what," Sam said heavily, "I have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser."

"You won't feel that way in a minute," Nick said and Allison frowned.

Black spots were darkening the corners of her eyes, but she wasn't going to pass out. She struggled to remain conscious and with great effort attempted to move her right arm. Thankfully, she hadn't knocked it out again but it sure as hell felt like she did. She pushed herself from the wall just as Nick sprayed something into Sam's mouth. Knowing that Nick had just poisoned Sam, she was outnumbered and had no weapon that would kill the siren. She let herself fall back against the wall and sighed as she watched Sam's expression turn from disgust to fascination and admiration as he looked at Nick who gestured him closer.

"So, I know you two have a lot you want to get off your chests. So, why don't you discuss it and whoever survives can be with me forever," Nick said and Allison blinked furiously at the spots in her eyes as she looked at her shoulder only to see her jacket and shirt soaked with blood. She sighed as she slid down the wall and watched as Sam turned around to face Dean.

"Dean," she said weakly and he looked at her, his jaw tight. "You don't want to do this. Please . . . you're only going to hurt each other." From where she was sitting she could see the battle in Dean's eyes. He was trying to break free, but the siren's power was too strong and its hold was too tight. "Dean," she said again as he started to look away from her, but he didn't look at her. His eyes, and glare, were focused solely on Sam.

"I don't know when it happened," Dean said and Allison blinked back the tears of frustration and pain as she continued the battle to stay conscious. "Maybe when I was in hell. Maybe when I was staring right at you. But the Sam I knew, he's gone." Allison turned her heavy eyes to the boys as they started going back and forth.

"That so?" Sam asked, his eyes narrow.

"And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap," Dean said and Allison frowned. "It's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets."

"Yeah," Sam said, sounding like he was bored. Sam wasn't acting like Sam and with Dean talking about demon blood and psychic abilities she was even more confused. "What secrets?"

"The phone calls with Ruby for one," Dean said and Allison had no idea who Ruby was.

"So I need your say so to make a phone call?" Sam asked.

"That's the point. You're hiding things from me. What else aren't you telling me?" Dean asked and Sam smirked.

"None of your business," he said and Dean shook his head.

"See what I mean," Dean ground out through clenched teeth. "We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs."

"You have Allie now don't you? She can have your back," Sam said and Allison, hearing her name, fought a little harder to stay awake even though it was getting damn near impossible for her to do so. She could feel the blood running down her body and pooling on the floor next to her. The fingers of her left hand were sticky with it.

"Allie's different, and you know it. We've fought together for a long time, side by side, now you're going off the reservation."

"Okay, look, you know why I didn't tell you about Ruby and how we're hunting down Lilith?" Sam asked and Dean looked at him expectantly. "Because you're too weak to go after her Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger. Smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near."

"That's crap," Dean said quietly.

"You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself; whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo," Sam said mockingly. "When you're not doing that you're mooning over Allie and not focusing on what's in front of us. She's a problem." Suddenly, Dean threw the knife at Sam, breaking the window behind him after Sam ducked. Allison tired to get up, but failed as the boys continued to fight. As Dean rushed at Sam they broke through the door and cascaded into the hallway Allison finally succumbed to the darkness she had been fighting.

Dean stood up from the floor, groaning quietly as he righted himself and looked down at his brother, his eyes dark until he saw a red axe behind glass. Easily he broke the emergency glass away and pulled the axe from where it rested and slowly walked over to where Sam remained lying on the fallen door.

"Do it," Nick urged as he walked out into the hallway and Dean looked at him. "Do it for me, Dean." Sam looked up at Nick, confused, while Dean looked back down at his brother.

"Tell me again how weak I am, Sam," Dean said. "How I hold you back." Dean raised the axe to strike down his brother when suddenly the handle of the axe was grabbed in the air. Dean looked over his shoulder just as Bobby sunk a bronze dagger into the back of Dean's arm. Nick started to run away when he realized what was happening and Sam grew alarmed as Bobby moved away from Dean and started to follow Nick.

"No! No!" Sam shouted, but Bobby just threw the blood covered dagger at Nick, hitting him in the back. With the siren dead the spell over the boys came undone and Bobby turned around to look at them as they tried to get themselves together.

"Allie," Dean breathed when he remembered his girl inside the room. Dean charged inside as he lowered his hand from his arm and looked to the left to see Allison lying limply against the wall. "Allie!" Dean shouted as he ran over to her and the panic in his voice brought both Bobby and Sam into the room. "Allison," he said as he raised her head and felt for a pulse against her neck. Thankfully, her heart was still pounding but the beat was light against his fingers.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked as he saw the state Allison was in.

"The siren," Dean said as he ran his thumb along her cheek, but her eyes didn't open and he could hear her breathing was shallow. "I've got to get her to the hospital," he said before he hoisted her from the floor. Sam and Bobby nodded.

"Go, we'll take care of stuff here," Sam said and Dean quickly carried Allison out of the room. Forgoing the elevator, Dean raced down the stairs, adjusting his hold on Allison as he did so before he raced outside. His arm was killing him from where Bobby had sunk the knife in his arm, but he couldn't care less about himself right then. Allison was one of the most important people in his life, and he refused to let anything happen to her.

Allison slowly woke to the sound of a quiet beeping somewhere above her and to the left. She recognized the sound of course. It was a heart monitor and from the gentle pull on the skin of her chest, she knew the monitor was hooked up to her. The beeping steadily increased as she became more awake and the hand holding onto her right tightened as her eyes started to flutter open.

"Allie?" a deep voice questioned and she let out a relieved sigh as she fully opened her eyes and saw Dean sitting beside her, his forehead furrowed and his concern for her clear in his green eyes.

"Hey," she said and he let out a heavy sigh before he stood from the chair he was sitting in and looked down at her, pushing her hair from her forehead. "How long have I been here?"

"Not long. It's just past dawn," he said. "Addie wants to kill me by the way." Allison laughed quietly and if it wouldn't have been for the pain killers coursing through her body, she was pretty sure the slight pull on her shoulder would have hurt like a bitch. Dean smiled when he heard her soft laugh and that only cemented to him that she really was okay even though the doctors had already told him she was going to be fine. "She told me that I was lucky she couldn't drive or she would already be here and doing just that."

"Sounds like Addie," she said as she turned her hand in Dean's and ran her thumb along the back of his hand. "You okay?" she asked and Dean nodded.

"Don't worry about me, Allie, I'm fine," he said and she gave him a pointed look. "I'm serious. You're the one that's laid up in the hospital. I'm the last person you need to be worrying about right now."

"I'll be out of here in a few hours and we've had this talk before, Dean," she said. "You can't be strong and hold it together all the time. I know what Sam said while he was under the siren's spell hit hard, but I was confused by some of the stuff you said."

"Oh?" he questioned even though he knew what she was talking about.

"Yes," she said. "What did you mean by 'demon blood' and 'psychic crap' and who is Ruby?"

"It's complicated, Allie," Dean said and Allison sighed.

"If you haven't noticed, I got the time," she said, but Dean just shook his head.

"No, Allie," he said. "Some things are better left unsaid." Frustrated Allison, pulled her hand out of Dean's and turned away from him slightly. Even though she knew it had been lying, it had found what had become one of her greatest insecurities and it filled her head with doubt about how Dean truly felt about her. "Allie?" Dean asked with a frown as she turned away from him.

"Go away, Dean," she said weakly and his frown only deepened.

"You're pissed at me because I won't tell you about something that's between Sam and me?" he asked and Allison returned her blue eyes to his green and Dean was surprised to see the tears in her eyes.

"No, Dean, that's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because you don't trust me. You don't let me in, and when you finally do it's because I have to pry it out of you," she said. The heart monitor was beeping frantically as she spoke and the noise was annoying. "It's like I'm the only one that gives a damn about this relationship."

"There's more going on than us, Allie," Dean said and she sighed heavily as her head sank back against the stiff pillow behind her as her tear lined eyes focused on the foam tiled ceiling as she did her best to hold back her tears.

"I know that, Dean, God I know that, but right now; right at this moment; it's us we're talking about," she said. "We're not talking about the apocalypse or demons or anything else. We're talking about us." Dean made no reply and she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as she kept her eyes focused on the ceiling. "Do you even want there to be an 'us'?" she questioned softly, hating the words the second they were out of her mouth but they had to be asked. She had to know if she wasn't just wasting what time on Earth she had left. She had to know if she was just setting herself up for a bigger heartbreak that she knew was going to be damn near impossible to recover from. She loved Dean far more than she should have, and it scared her to think that maybe he didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about him.

"What kind of questions is that?" Dean asked, his voice heavy and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

"One that I need an answer to," she said as she looked at him.

"Are you asking this because of what the siren said?" he asked, remembering the words 'Nick' has spoken to her. Sighing heavily for what felt like the thousandth time, Dean grasped her right hand firmly in his left as he leaned over the side of the bed and raised his right hand to her face, holding her eyes to his. "Allie, I want a lot of things that I'm not sure I'm ever going to get and I've never planned on anything because I've learned tomorrow's not promised." There was a deeper meaning to his words and she knew it.

"I'm scared too, Dean, but if when all this ends and we come out on top, I want the rest of my life to be with you. I just don't know if you really want the rest of yours to be with me," she said as she sat up, wincing slightly as her shoulder pulled. Dean's hand remained on her face and he didn't move back, so, her face was closer to his than it had been. Dean let out a slow breath as he leaned in and pressed his lips chastely to hers before he pressed his forehead against hers.

Sam was coming back into Allison's room with coffee in hand for himself and for Dean. Neither one of them had slept, both worried that she was going to wake up and neither of them would be awake for her. However, as he turned to enter the room he stopped at the doorway. Allison was sitting up and Dean was holding onto her, his forehead pressed against hers. Sam started to turn away to give them a bit of privacy, when Dean's voice kept him rooted where he stood.

"I love you, Allison."