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Chapter 16

"I . . . I . . .," Sam said quietly as he looked at her and she looked at him expectantly. Her back was aching from where she hit the tree and other than being a little wobbly on her feet, things were slowly coming together. She knew she saw what she saw and the look on Sam's face only confirmed it.

"You what, Sam?" she asked. "Because I swear I just saw you fling that demon across the cemetery and pin him to a tree."

"Allie," Sam said, but Dean's groaning saved him from having to answer. Allison looked behind her and at Dean as he struggled to sit up before she started towards him only to have Sam rush over and grab her arm. Allison looked up at Sam with a frown on her face. "Please, Allie, don't say anything to Dean."

"Why not?" she asked him as she jerked her arm from his grasp.

"Because he doesn't know," Sam said and Allison's frown only deepened.

"Well he should know," she said before she turned around to go to Dean, but Sam caught her arm again and that time he grabbed it harder.

"Allison, you can't tell him," he said and Allison stumbled as he jerked her arm and practically threw her body around to face him. She internally winced at the hold he had on her arm, but she didn't show it on her face. Her adrenaline after the encounter from the demon was still pumping, and suddenly she was angry at Sam. Angry at Sam because of whatever it was he was hiding, and angry at Sam for the death grip he had on her arm.

"And you're going to stop me from telling him?" she challenged once she had her balance again. "You may be bigger than me, Sam, but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass now let go of me," she said as she shoved at his chest with her free arm and jerked her arm out of his grasp.

"He knows about it already, but he doesn't know exactly what I can do and I want to keep it that way." Allison heard Dean moving around, but his groans told her he wasn't all together yet.

"Why are you keeping this from him?" Allison asked.

"Because he wouldn't understand," Sam said quietly.

"If you talked to him, maybe he would," Allison said as she took a step backwards. "You know as well as I do that there's more to Dean than he lets the world see, Sam." With that she turned around and started towards Dean who was finally sitting up and resting his back against the very tombstone he hit. "Hey," she said softly as she squatted down and raised her right hand to his face.

"Hey," Dean said, his eyes barely opening. Dean knew he had taken a good knock to the head when he opened his eyes and he saw two Allison's looking back at him. He knew the girl with the identical face to his girlfriend was miles away and there was no way she would be looking at him with as much concern as Allison was.

"How you feeling?" she asked.

"Dizzy and sick to my stomach," he said and Allison sighed quietly as she lowered her hand.

"You could have a concussion," she said as she grabbed his right arm. "Come on, let's get you to the car."

"Alistair?" Dean questioned her as she helped him to his feet and Allison glanced over her shoulder at Sam, who was practically begging her with his eyes. She sighed softly and looked up at Dean.

"Gone," she said. "I got my bearings just in time to see him bail from the guy he was possessing." Allison hated lying to Dean, but in a way she wasn't really lying. She planned on telling him what she had seen, but she just knew right then probably wasn't the best time.

"Sam?" he asked and Allison pursed her lips.

"He's fine," she said before Dean was finally on his feet. He swayed a bit and Allison braced her body so she could hold his weight. "Take it easy," she said as she put her hand on his chest as she looked up at him. "Sam! A little help!" she called knowing she may have been able to hold him up, but she wouldn't be able to get him to the car. She looked towards where she had left the younger Winchester, and Sam stood from where he had been squatting to gather everything before he jogged over to where she stood with Dean. Allison didn't look at him. She returned her eyes to Dean, who didn't look so good. "I need you to help me get him to the car. I'm going to watch over him while you drive back to the motel."

"All right," Sam said quietly before he and Allison practically carried Dean to the Impala.

"Dean, you're going to ride in the backseat with me, okay?" she asked and Dean only nodded as they carefully helped him into the car. "Think you can get everything packed?" she asked, still not looking at Sam.

"Yeah, I'll pack it up and bring it to the car," he said and Allison nodded before she closed the car door and started to walk around only to have Sam grab her arm once more. She hissed as his hand found the tender spot of her arm that he had already grabbed several times that night and undoubtedly bruised after his last brutal grasp on her arm. Hearing her hiss of pain, Sam let go of her arm and she turned around to look at him.

"What, Sam?" she asked and he sighed.

"Look, Allie, I know you're pissed off at me right now but you have to understand where I'm coming from," Sam said.

"If I knew what it was you are exactly hiding, then maybe I could try and see it from your perspective; but since I have no idea how you were able to do what you did I don't have to understand anything," she said and it was her turn to sigh. "I don't want to fight with you, Sam, we're on a case and we need to be working together not be at each other's throats. When we're done here, I'm going to go back to Iowa and leave you and Dean on your own."

"Allie-," Sam started but Allison shook her head and turned completely to look at him.

"Dean will understand, Sam, and he won't fight me. However, I promise you if whatever it is you're doing causes him to get hurt in anyway, I won't hesitate to return the favor. I don't care if you're his brother. Count on it." With that, Allison turned on the heels on her feet before she walked around the trunk of the car and climbed in before she settled Dean's head on her lap. Sam sighed quietly as he watched Allison fuss over Dean before he turned around and went to get the stuff they had left behind.

He knew Allison meant what she said, and he hoped that what he was doing wouldn't lead to Dean getting hurt, but he was pretty sure that nothing was going to happen to his brother. He was doing what he was doing to get revenge for his brother, to kill Lilith. All would be right in the end. He was going to stop Lilith and he was going to get his revenge. No matter what it took; he was going to do it.

"Lay down and I'll get you a cool rag," Allison said as she helped Dean pull of his jacket before she settled him onto their bed.

He had started feeling less nauseous on the way back to the hotel as they road in the back while Sam drove, but his head was still pounding and he still felt a little dizzy if he moved too quickly. She tossed his jacket onto the chair as he sat down on the bed before he just laid back; leaving his feet settled on the floor; while Allison pulled off her own jacket and then went into the bathroom. She came out a second later with a cool damp rag in her hand. She smiled when she saw him and shook her head before she sat down on the bed next to him and reached over, gently pressing the cool rag on the place she knew he hit his head. He groaned quietly before he covered her hand with his and she took her hand away as she looked down at him.

After bringing everything inside, Sam had gotten a call from Bobby and left. He had yet to rejoin them, but Allison wasn't too concerned with him at the moment. She wasn't sure why she was so pissed off at him, but she was. However, she planned on keeping her promise to Sam for the moment. She had every intention of telling Dean what she witnessed in private after they finished the case and they parted ways.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked her, his deep voice rough as he opened his eyes slightly and looked at her.

"I'm fine, Dean," she said softly. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. Maybe we should take you to the hospital. Concussions are nothing to mess with."

"I'll be fine," Dean said as he closed his eyes and sighed softly before his right hand reached out slightly and clasped around her left. She looked down at their joined hands and watched as he slowly rubbed his thumb along on the palm of her hand. She smiled sadly before she turned her eyes back to his face.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?" he asked and Allison took a deep breath. At her pause, Dean opened his eyes slightly once more and looked up at her. He knew what she was going to say before she even said it, but he wanted her to ask. It wasn't exactly something he could just tell her, and he had absolutely no intention of telling her. He knew the second he did, their relationship would change.

"What . . . what did Alistair mean when he said that he bet you didn't tell me what you did while you were away? Was he talking about when you were in hell?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Dean said slowly. The way he said that one simple world, Allison knew that if she pried they were likely to get into a fight like they had in the hospital. She didn't want to fight with Dean. She had already had an argument with Sam, and she didn't feel like having an argument with Dean.

"Should I add that to the list of things you will never tell me?" she asked him and his grip on her hand tightened while she sighed. "Hopefully one day you'll be able to tell me a few of the things on that list."

"I will, Allie, just . . .," he trailed off and she gave him a sad smile before she nodded.

"Not now, I know," she said before she leaned down and kissed his cheek gently as she pulled her hand from his. She stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom then to clear her head and to wash her face and her neck. She wanted to get the feel of that demon's hands off of her, but she had showered a few hours ago with Dean and another one wasn't really needed.

Dean sighed as he closed his eyes as he willed the pounding in his head and the guilt he felt in his gut away. He knew that in a way Allison had the right to know, especially given the situation they found themselves in, but he couldn't tell her. He just couldn't. The door opened, but he remained where he laid. He knew it was Sam since he hadn't heard Allison come out of the bathroom yet.

"How ya doing'?" Sam asked after he closed the door behind him and saw Dean lying on the bed with a rag pressed to his head.

"I'm in pain that's how I'm doing," Dean said and Allison turned off the faucet when she heard Sam's voice. She walked out then, drying her face with a towel.

"I think he has a concussion," she said and Sam glanced at her and gave her a tight lipped smile before he looked back at his brother.

"Do you want some aspirin?" Sam asked and Dean pulled himself upright with a groan.

"No thanks, House," Dean said and Sam laughed lightly while Allison put the towel down on the bathroom counter before going into the room and settling on the bed next to Dean, who settled his right hand behind her on the bed as he looked at Sam. "So demons, huh?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, so much for miracles," Sam said.

"What the hell happened with Alistair? Allie said she saw him bail, but didn't know why," Dean said. Sam glanced at Allie before he looked back at Dean and walked over to the table where the coffee pot rested and sat the book he was carrying down on it.

"He tried to fling me or whatever and it didn't work so he bailed," Sam said and despite the pain he was in, Allison could see the contemplative look on Dean's face.

"How come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time," Dean said and Allison realized that must have been what Alistair meant when he saw that Sam was stronger.

"I have no idea," Sam said before he looked away. Allison could feel Dean tense beside her and she looked at him, a small frown on her face.

"Sam, do me a favor," Dean said. "You're going to keep your little secrets and I can't really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot okay?" Sam once again glanced at Allison, but she was too focused on Dean to notice.

"What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets."

"Whatever," Dean whispered, before he dropped the subject. "So did you go back and Q&A the dead kid?"

"Didn't have to," Sam said as he walked around the foot of his bed and sat down across from the couple. "Bobby called and he did some digging."

"What did he find out?" Allison asked.

"He thinks we're right," Sam said. "The local reaper's gone, but not just gone. Kidnapped."

"By demons, why?" Dean asked.

"Listen to this," Sam said before he opened the small book in his hands and started to read. "'Any bloody death under the newborn sky, sweet to taste but bitter when once devoured.'"

"Swanky. What the hell does it mean?" Dean asked. Sam looked at Allison and she shook her head.

"I'm just as confused as him," she said and Sam closed the book in his hands.

"It's from a very obscure, very arcane version of revelations," Sam said slowly and Allison frowned.

"It's a seal?" she asked while Dean sighed heavily.

"Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon; tomorrow night by the way; you got yourself a broken a seal," Sam said.

"How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death," Dean said as he pulled his hand from behind Allison and moved it in front of him.

"Maybe demons can," Sam said with a shrug.

"Why aren't the angels here?" Allison asked and Dean and Sam both looked at her as she looked between them. "Wouldn't Castiel or whatever his name is be here or another angel? I mean, this is a little out of a league don't you think?"

"Just a bit, but it looks like we're going to have take care of it ourselves," Dean said as he took her hand into his.

"What are we going to do, just swing in the friendly neighborhood reaper?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"You got a better idea, I'm all ears," Dean said.

"How can we save a reaper? You can't even seem them unless you're dead or dying," Allison said.

"Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them, we become ghosts," Dean said as he pressed the rag Allison had gave him to his head once more.

"What?" Allison asked, her voice going up a few octaves in surprise.

"You do have a concussion," Sam said softly.

"Sounds crazy, I know," Dean said and Allison scoffed as she pulled her hand from Dean's and stood, drawing his attention to her.

"It doesn't just sound crazy, it is crazy," Allison said tightly as her hands found her hips. "How the hell are we even going to do it?"

"Relax Allie," Dean said as he lowered the rag from his head and looked at her. "We know someone. She's a few hours away, but if one of us leaves now we can get her here in plenty of time."

"Pamela," Sam said as he stood and Allison looked up at him.

"Who?" Allison asked.

"She's a psychic," Sam said, "and a friend of Bobby's we met a few months back."

"This is stupid," Allison said quietly as she sighed and Dean stood. He swayed on his feet and suddenly, her attention was back on her boyfriend. "Whoa, where do you think you're going?"

"To get Pamela," he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world and she shook her head.

"You're not driving," she said firmly. "I don't want you to get into an accident." Dean looked down at her with a frustrated look on his face and was about to reply, but Sam spoke up.

"I'll get her," Sam said and the couple looked at him.

"You're not taking my car," Dean said and Sam sighed as he gave his brother a look, and Allison laughed despite the situation they were in.

"He can take my truck," I said and Sam looked at her. "I just want to get something out of it and you can take it." Sam nodded as he shrugged back on his jacket while Allison grabbed hers and looked at Dean. "Lay back down. I'll be back in a minute." Dean nodded as he watched his brother and his girl leave the room.

He knew something was going on between the two of them. He may have been out of it when they put him in the back of the car, but he wasn't completely gone. He had seen the anger on Allison's face as she spoke to Sam, and her body language around Sam was tense and on guard. Something happened, and he had a feeling it had to do with what with Alistair. She had seen more than she let on and Dean wondered what Allison was keeping from him. However, if he knew her as well as he thought he did, she would tell him. He just hoped it was sooner rather than later.

"I didn't tell him anything, Sam," Allison said once she had grabbed the bag she had wanted to get out of the back of her truck. Sam looked at her surprised that she knew what he was going to ask. "However, that doesn't mean I don't plan on telling him."

"Allie-," he started but she interrupted him yet again.

"Don't, okay," she said. "There is nothing you can say that will stop me from telling Dean what I saw, and Dean said it best when he said he wasn't an idiot. He'll figure it out eventually and you know he will." She tossed him the keys and he caught them easily. "I like you, Sam," she said. "You're a great guy, but whatever secret you're keeping . . . is it worth having your brother lose his trust in you?"

"It's complicated, Allie," he said as his grip tightened on the keys.

"Things are always complicated with you Winchesters," Allison said with a sigh. "I really shouldn't be surprised by that anymore." Sam smiled slightly while she sighed again and then gave him a tight lipped smile. "Drive carefully, and don't hit anything," she said in parting words before she walked away and went back into the hotel. Sam sighed as he looked down at the keys in his hands for a second before he climbed in the truck. He had a long drive ahead of him.