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Chapter 15

Once they reached Greybull, Sam climbed into Allison truck and the two of them went over to Mr. Jenkins' place while Dean went to the motel in town to get them a couple of rooms. "So, we're bloggers?" Allison confirmed as she pulled her truck up in front of the quaint looking house. Sam nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt that Allison instead he put on. There may not have been any seatbelts in the Impala but Allison wasn't about to let him get away with not wearing one while he was in her truck.

"Yeah," he said. "I figure it's the best way to get the guy talking."

"Adding a religious angle to it though? Doesn't that seem a bit . . . I don't know, wrong?" she questioned and Sam shrugged.

"Everyone around town is claiming all these people just sidestepping death are some sort of miracles," Sam reasoned. "I think it's really the only way it'll work." Allison sighed as she pulled her keys from the ignition and unbuckled her own seatbelt.

"All right. Let's get this over with," she said before she slid on her reading glasses and the duo climbed from her truck and headed towards the house. Allison rang the doorbell and smiled at the woman that answered the door. "Hi, Mrs. Jenkins?" Allie asked and the woman nodded her head, a small smile on her face.

"Yes," she said. "How can I help you?"

"I'm Allie West and this is my partner Sam Perry. We're bloggers for the site floored by the Lord dot com," Allison said through her smile. "We read about what happened to your husband, and we were hoping to speak with him for a posting on our site."

"Really?" Mrs. Jenkins asked as she looked between the duo and Allison nodded her head while Sam mirrored her action with a smile of his own. "Okay, um, come on in and I will get him for you. He's playing with our daughter right now," she said as Allison and Sam walked inside. She led them to a dining room table. "Please sit. Could I get you anything?" she asked and Allison shook her head.

"No, thank you. We're fine," she said and the woman nodded before she disappeared into the other room. Allison and Sam shared a look before Mr. Jenkins came into the room, smiling at the pair.

"Hi," he said. "My wife said you were bloggers."

"Yes, sir," Sam said as he nodded his head. "Floored by the Lord dot com," he continued using the name they had agreed on and that Allison had already given to Mrs. Jenkins. The man smiled and nodded his head as he looked between the pair. "Some of the people around town are saying that what happened to you was a miracle."

"It was. Plain as day," Mr. Jenkins said and Allison tilted her head to the side, her ponytail falling over her shoulder as she did so.

"How can you be so sure?" she asked and Mr. Jenkins looked at her.

"How else do you explain it?" he asked her with a shrug. "The doctor's can't. There's a bullet in my heart and it's pumping like a piston."

"How do you explain it?" Sam asked. Mr. Jenkins paused and looked into the other room he had come out of, and a little voice could be heard coming from the room as Mrs. Jenkins laughed lightly. Obviously, his daughter was in there and Allison's heart went out to the man when a regretful look came across his face.

"Look," he said as he looked away from the room and at his hands that rested on the table, "honestly, I was nobody's saint. Not exactly father of the year either. But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop, I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance."

"That so?" Sam asked and Allison looked at him before she returned her eyes to Mr. Jenkins.

"I had this feeling, like angles were watching over me. I wouldn't expect you guys to understand," he said as he sat back and Allison looked back at Sam. The pair exchange a look, both of their minds instantly going to the member of their group that wasn't there before they returned their eyes to Mr. Jenkins.

"We can try," Allison said with a small smile and Mr. Jenkins looked at her, a small smile on his face in return.

"You wouldn't have happened to swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?" Sam asked and Mr. Jenkins looked at him with a frown.

"No," he said.

"Maybe you met someone," Sam said, "with black eyes or red."

"Who'd you guys say you were again?" Mr. Jenkins asked as he leaned forward on the table.

"Never mind," Sam said as the two started to stand.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Jenkins," Allison said before she and Sam left the house and went out to her truck. "Well that was a waste of time," she said once they were safely in her truck and heading for the motel where they had left Dean to get their rooms. "He really had no idea what you were talking about."

"Okay, so, he didn't make a deal but what about the others?" Sam asked and Allison shrugged

"Looks like we've got some more leg work. Once we meet up with Dean we'll talk it over and divvy it up. There should be enough to keep us busy for a bit," she said and Sam nodded before he turned his eyes to the window and watched the scenery pass by. Allison glanced at him briefly before she kept her eyes on the road ahead. Sam seemed like he was a little more on edge since Dean had once again brought up what he had said while he was under the siren's spell, and for some reason she thought he seemed angrier now than from when she first met up with him and Dean all those months ago. However, Dean and him were going through a lot and both men had every reason in the world to be angry.

Dean, disappointedly, had only been able to get one room for the three of them to share and he had already brought their bags along with the bag Allison had given to him to take in up to the room. He had been bored sitting inside, so he had gone out to the car to wait. Dean had just turned off the radio of the Impala when he saw Allison's truck pull into the parking lot. He climbed out as she parked next to his car and he smiled when he saw she had put her reading glasses on. He liked it when she wore her hair up and had her glasses on. However, the forced smile that she greeted him with, he didn't like.

"What's the verdict on Jenkins?" Dean asked when they walked over to him.

"No deal making, no demons," Allison said. "We were thinking that we should talk to a few more of our miracle survivors. See if we can figure out exactly what they know, if anything." Dean looked at Sam and the younger Winchester scoffed quietly before he held out his hand.

"I'll make the rounds," he said. "You guys see if you can dig up any articles or find out exactly when the last person died around here." Dean grinned and sat the keys to the Impala in Sam's hand before he gently grabbed Allison's arm and started pulling her towards the motel. Allison laughed quietly as she followed Dean and looked up at him as they entered the building.

"So, what's with the rush?" she asked and Dean glanced at her as they waited for the elevator.

"They only had one room open," Dean said and the elevator dinged open before he pulled her into the confined space and hit the button for their floor. Somehow Allison found herself settled between the back wall of the elevator and Dean's broad body. "I thought if Sam could give us some time, we could work off that steam you were talking about," he said as his hands slid into her jacket and his thumbs rubbed along her t-shirt clad torso. Allison's breath caught in her throat and before she could respond, Dean's lips were on hers. The kiss didn't last long as the elevator doors dinged open once again and he quickly pulled her down the hall.

"Dean," she said softly, still slightly dazed from the beyond gentle kiss he had given her, but he just simply opened the door to the room and pulled her inside. She wasn't one for being manhandled, but when it was Dean doing the tugging and the pulling she didn't mind it so much. He closed the door and started to lean into her, but she put her hands on his shoulders, effectively halting his lips decent onto hers. He looked down at her, a frown on his face and she smiled up at him. "We just started the case, and Sam won't be gone for long. Right now is probably not the best time."

"Really?" he asked, sounding anything but happy, and he even seemed to pout at her. Allison laughed softly as she raised her hands to his face.

"Don't make that face, I can't be firm with you when you make that face," Allison said, which only made Dean pout more as his hands slid across her back. Sighing, Allison pulled Dean's face close to hers and kissed him chastely. "We both could use a shower. How about we kill two birds with one stone?" she suggested before she found herself lifted from the floor. Allison laughed as she wrapped her arms and legs around a grinning Dean before he carried her into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind them.

Three and a half hours later, Allison was settled on her and Dean's bed paging through a newspaper she had purchased from the lobby while Dean was going through articles online. Dean glanced over his shoulder and at Allison. He smiled when he noticed she was once again wearing her glasses. Her hair was still slightly damp, but she had left it down and it fell over her shoulders and the fitted black t-shirt she was wearing over her dark jeans. Feeling his eyes on her, Allison looked up and smiled at him.

"What?" she asked as she lowered her knees from their bent position and Dean just shook his head as he sat back in his chair.

"Nothing," he said. "I'm just trying to figure how you can bend in the ways you can. That thing you do with your back, still kind of freaks me out." Allison scoffed before she threw a pillow at him that he easily caught while chuckling.

"Ass," she said with a smile and he gently tossed the pillow back at her.

"True, but you love me any way," he said and Allison put the pillow back in its place.

"That I do," she said smiling and Dean grinned before he returned his attention to the computer just in time for Sam to come into the room. Deana and Allison both looked at the door as he closed it behind him.

"Hey," Sam said and Allison folded up the paper and moved towards the edge of the bed.

"Anything?" Dean asked and Sam walked closer to them, looking between the pair as he started to speak.

"The cancer survivor was clinically dead," Sam said. "His wife pulled the plug and now he's taking her out for the 20th anniversary."

"Any sign of a deal with him?" Allison asked and Sam shook his head negatively.

"No," Sam said. "What about you guys? Did you find anyone dying around here?" Allison shook her head negatively. The paper she had bought didn't have any obituaries listed, which was a very odd thing to see.

"Not since Cole Griffith," Dean said as he turned his eyes to Sam's laptop. "He dropped ten days ago. It was the last death we could find."

"So, what are you thinking?" Sam asked.

"Well, maybe it is what the people say it is," Dean said as he stood and Allison watched him carefully. Since she had filled him in more on what Jenkins had told her and Sam, he seemed to start to doubt that what was going on the town was wrong.

"Miracles?" Sam asked skeptically before he settled himself in the seat Dean had just vacated. "Dean our experience when do miracles just happen?" Sam asked while Dean moved over to the coffee pot and the coffee Allison had made after their little tryst in the bathroom.

"Well there's no deals. There's no sceavy faith healers, I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light," Dean said.

"It's almost like there's no reaper," Allison said quietly making both men look at her.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as he walked over to her and Allison looked between the two of them.

"Think about it," Allison said. "Reapers collect souls and take them into the light or send them wherever it is there supposed to go. If one's not around to take the souls then-"

"No body's dying," Dean finished for her and she nodded. "So, what, the local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know," he said before he took a drink of his coffee.

"Well, we can talk to somebody who might," Sam said and Allison looked at him.

"How?" Allison asked.

"Last I checked Huggy Bear ain't available," Dean said with a smirk.

"No, dude, the kid," Sam said.

"The kid? The kid's a doornail," Dean said.

"Exactly," Sam said and Allison stood from the bed.

"A séance," Allison said. "It makes sense," Allison continued and Dean frowned as he looked at her and she looked at him. "If he was the last one to die, he might have seen something."

"We have to talk to him," Sam said and Dean looked from his girlfriend to his brother before he looked at his coffee cup and raised it to his lips.

"This ought to be fun."

It was nearly midnight and the three of them were settled at Cole Griffith's grave. Sam was setting everything up and nearly had everything ready to start the ritual while Dean sat on a raised headstone paging through his dad's journal with Allison standing next to him. It was freezing outside and she was bundled up warmly in a heavy coat, scarf, and gloves.

"You sure this is going to work?" Dean asked Sam and Sam paused in what he was doing to look up at his brother from his squatting position.

"No," Sam said and Allison sighed quietly, "but if his spirit's around it should smoke him out." Dean sharply closed the journal and Sam looked up at him while Allison spoke.

"What?" she asked him as she moved so she was standing still at his side but more in front of him. Dean looked at her and then at his brother before looking back at her again.

"This job is jacked that's what," Dean said.

"How so?" Sam asked and Dean sighed softly as he looked out into the distance before looking back at his brother.

"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up right; but this? If we fix this people are just going to start dropping dead. Good people," Dean said.

"Look," Sam said as he stood, "I don't want them to die either, Dean."

"None of us do," Allison said and Dean glanced at her before Sam continued.

"But there's a natural order," Sam said and Dean scoffed.

"You're kidding right?" Dean asked.

"What?" Sam asked and Allison frowned.

"You don't see the irony in that?" Dean asked. "I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death."

"Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us do they?" Sam asked and Allison looked to him, while Dean chuckled.

"We're no different than anybody else," Dean said sharply and Sam started to speak but stopped when he looked at Allison.

"We are different Dean," he said stressing the word different so his brother knew what he was referring to and Dean did. Allison frowned once more, and she knew that Sam had changed what he had been about to say because she was there. Part of her was annoyed, but part of her understood. That was why she and Addison spoke in Gaelic, to each other sometimes. The Winchester boys had their secrets, just like everyone else did. "I know you like to think of yourself as Joe the Plummer, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that the better off you're going to be." Dean let out a heavy sigh and looked up to the sky.

"Joe the Plummer was a douche," Dean said and Allison laughed quietly as she looked at him.

"You two going to help me finish this or what?" Sam asked and Allison nodded after she cleared her throat and Dean let out a heavy breath, the warm air making a puff cloud in front of him as he did so. He stood and Allison and him both took a step towards Sam when a voice called out, freezing them in their tracks.

"Hey!" a man said as he came up to them, wielding a large flash light. "What are you doing here?" he asked and Allison looked at Sam and Dean before she returned her eyes to the man.

"Uh, look just take it easy," Sam said as the man drew closer and shined his light down on the items Sam had set up for the ritual.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"Oh this, this is, this is not what it looks like," Dean said with a chuckle and the man looked at him skeptically.

"Really? Cause it looks like devil worship," the man said.

"What?" Dean asked. "No, no. This is not devil worship this, this is . . . this is, um, . . . I don't have a good answer," he said as he looked at Sam, who sighed.

"Look, we'll just leave. It'll be like we were never here," Allison said with a soft smile hoping to break the tension and the man turned his eyes to her, a smirk playing at his lips as he looked at her.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart," he said and Allison stiffened. Subtly, Dean reached forward and took Allison's left arm into his hand before he pulled her a little closer to him.

"We don't want any trouble," Sam said. "We'll just leave."

"No, you're not. You're not going anywhere ever again," he said with a pause as he started to walk closer, "Sam." Allison blinked in surprise that the man knew Sam's name while Sam stiffened and snarled slightly as the man turned his head to look at Dean and Allison his eyes going white in the process. Allison managed to stifle a gasp, while Dean's grip tightened on her arm.

"Alistair," Dean said coldly as the man's eyes returned to normal. "I thought you got deep fried extra crispy."

"No," the man said slowly. "Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious." Dean glared at the obvious demon and it took Allison all of two seconds to realize that this had been the very demon that had become part of her nightmare during the mare attack. The demon that Dean had been afraid would find out about her and Addison. "Looks like you've got yourself a nice little number, Dean," Alistair said with a smile before he waived his hand slightly and Allison was ripped from Dean's grasp and brought flush against the demon. She could feel the pressure of the demon's power around her and she couldn't move away from him no matter how hard she struggled.

"Allie," Dean said tightly before he took a step forward.

"Nuh, uh, uh," Alistair said as his left hand ran up Allison's back and grasped onto the back of her neck. "You wouldn't want me to snap her pretty little neck now would you, Dean?" Alistair asked, stopping Dean where he stood.

Dean was so angry that his body was practically shaking and Sam's posture nearly mirrored that of his older brother's. Allison tried to turn her head away from the man's face as he looked away from Dean and at her with a smile still on his face. His hand moved from the back of her neck to gently caress the right side of her face.

"Hmm," he said as Allison tried to pull away from his touch, but she couldn't. "I'm going to guess that your boyfriend didn't tell you what he did while he was away. Oh, how I wish I had more time to tell you all the glorious details," he said before the back of his fingers ran down her throat and glanced over her head at Dean, who was practically seething where he stood. "Sadly, I've got a hot date with death. Maybe next time we'll be able to have a bit of fun." With another wave of his hand, Allison went flying before she crashed into a tree effectively getting the wind knocked out of her and dark spots to fill her eyes.

"Allie!" Dean shouted but he remained where he stood when he saw her move and raise her hand to let him know she was okay. He looked at Alistair to find the man grinning at him, but before he could do anything Alistair waved his hand once more and set Dean flying. His head hit a tombstone as he landed and he was knocked out cold.

"Dean!" Sam shouted before looked at Alistair, his lips curling in disgust as he looked at the demon. Allison, still and struggling to catch her breath from her own hard landing, sat up and looked towards Sam and Alistair. She was just about to get up to help Sam or look for Dean when she saw Alistair try to fling Sam like he had herself and Den. However, Sam didn't so much as move an inch from where he stood.

"You're stronger, Sam," Alistair said and Allison managed to catch her breath as she stood from the snow covered ground and watched the scene in front of her unfold. "You've been solar flexing with your little slut?" Alistair asked and Allison frowned.

"You have no idea," Sam said before he waived his hand and suddenly Alistair was the one flying. Allison watched with wide eyes as Alistair was pinned to a nearby large tree and Sam raised his right hand with a look of determination on his face. However, before he could do whatever it was he was planning on doing; black smoke poured out of the man's mouth as Alistair left the body he had been possessing. Sam glared as the smoke whizzed past him and on shaking legs, Allison slowly walked back to where she had been standing before Alistair had grabbed her.

"Sam?" she questioned and Sam spun around, looking at her like a deer caught in the head lights. "Care to tell me how the hell you did that?"