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Chapter 17

After lighting the last candle, Allison sighed and looked at Dean who had settled up next to her. Sam closed the curtains of the window next to where Allison and Dean were standing before Pamela spoke from the chair they had settled her on.

"Tell me something, geniuses," Pamela said. "Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you going to save it?"

"With style and class," Dean said as he held out his hands and Allison smiled slightly at his words as she looked at him before she looked back at Pamela.

"You're going to be two walking pieces of fog," Pamela said with a scoffed laugh. "You can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot." Allison knew Pamela was right but actually hearing her fears out loud didn't help quell them any.

"I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us," Sam said.

"Yeah and they had plenty of time to practice," Pamela said.

"Well then I guess we gotta start craming," Dean said.

"Oh, wow, a couple of heroes. All right," Pamela said before she shifted forward and patted the beds on either side of her. "Lie down. Close your eyes." Dean and Sam looked at each other before Sam started for his bed while Dean turned his eyes to Allison. She looked up at him and uncrossed her arms from in front of her.

"Keep this on you," he said as he held out the knife he carried that she knew could kill a demon. She looked up at him with a frown and he gently shook his head. "Just in case." She nodded and took the knife from him. She looked at it for a second before she slipped it into the loop of her jeans and returned her eyes to his.

"This is a stupid idea," she said quietly, and Dean sighed.

"I know, but it's the only one we got," he said just as quietly. They met each other half way, and shared a soft kiss. Silent words were said between them as they pulled apart and shared a look before Dean kissed her once more. They pulled apart and Dean settled himself onto the bed while Allison moved to stand in front of the candle laden dresser next to Sam's bed. She listened as Pamela said the necessary words and absently chewed on her right thumbnail. The words the woman said slowed and Allison lowered her thumb from her mouth and wrapped her arms around her waist once more.

"Okay, guys," Pamela said. "That's it. Show time." Dean sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Pamela.

"Well, nothing like shooting blanks," Dean said. "What's plan b?" he asked but he got no response from Pamela. He looked to Allison, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the floor at her feet. Frowning, Dean looked at Sam lying on the bed before a rustling behind him made him look over his left shoulder. It was there that he saw Sam standing and his younger brother shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. Dean's frown remained as he looked back at Sam's bed and then onto the bed behind him where he saw himself lying.

"All right, so, I'm going to assume you're somewhere over the rainbow," Pamela said and Allison raised her head to watch as Pamela stood. "I'll whisper the incantation in your ear," she said as she moved over to Sam's body as it lay on the bed. Dean frowned as Pamela leaned over and whispered something in Sam's ear. Sam chuckled and Dean looked from Pamela to Sam.

"What she-what she say?" he asked as he looked back at his brother, but Sam just smiled and put his hands in his pockets. Dean looked back at Pamela who righted herself and moved back to her chair.

"What did you say to him?" Allison asked and Pamela turned her head in her direction, with a grin.

"Nothing important," Pamela said and Allison nodded even though Pamela couldn't see it. Looking at his girlfriend Dean grinned and stood from the bed.

"What are you doing? Let's go," Sam said as he watched Dean make his way over to Allison, who eyes were on his temporarily lifeless body.

"Just a second," Dean said as he watched Allison shiver slightly and a small cloud of mist escaped her lips. Dean raised his right hand and skimmed the back of his index and middle fingers against her right cheek. Allison gasped and sharply turned her head in his direction before she narrowed her eyes.

"Not funny, Dean," she said and Pamela turned her head towards her once more. "Quit screwing around and get to work. The sooner you get back in your body the better."

"I like it when she gets feisty," Dean said with another grin before Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, dude, let's go," Sam said and the two of them headed out into the city. Feeling his presence leave the room Allison let out a shaky breath before she absently rubbed her right cheek.

"How long have you two been an item?" Pamela asked even though she already knew the answer to that question. Allison looked at the blind woman as she lowered her hand.

"A few months," she answered before she righted herself and walked closer to Pamela, settling herself on the edge of Dean's bed and next to the psychic. Pamela nodded as she shifted in her seat. "Have you known them long?"

"Long enough," Pamela said before she smiled slightly and tilted her head. "Do they drag you around too?" she asked.

"No," Allison said with a chuckle, remembering the woman's words when she first came into the room with Sam. "My sister and I . . . we were raised like they were; to be hunters. Our dads did a few hunts together when we were kids, but it had been years since saw them, until we ran into them while they were on a job."

"You tagging along with them for fun?"

"My sister got hurt pretty bad on a job we had a few weeks ago, and she's laid up for a while. I got antsy, and met up with them to work a few jobs while she rests."

"You and Sam don't get along too well, I take it."

"What makes you say that?" Allison asked with a frown.

"Even though I don't have my eyes anymore, doesn't mean I still don't see things," Pamela said, which made Allison sigh quietly as she ran her hands through her hair. She had kept it down to dry after her shower that morning and hadn't bothered to put it back up.

"I like Sam," Allison said. "I do, really, but we're just at odds right now."

"Over what?" she asked and Allison looked at the woman again. She didn't know the other dark haired women well enough to feel like she could spill her guts out to her, so, she just gave her the gist of what had Sam and her quarrelling.

"Lies and secrets," she said before she looked away from Pamela and at Dean, who laid motionless beside her. The two women were quiet for several beats before Allison raised her hand and rested it lightly on his shin. "You'll be able to bring them back, right?" Allison asked and Pamela smiled at the soft, worry filled tone the other woman's voice had taken.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be able to bring them back just fine."

They had been sitting in the room for hours and after running out of meaningless things to talk about Allison's stomach was protesting angrily. She stood from where she was sitting and pulled the knife from her jeans. "I'm going go and get us some food," she said as she walked over to Pamela and put her hand on the woman's shoulder before gently taking Pamela's right hand. "Use this as best you can if something goes down while I'm gone, okay?" she asked and Pamela nodded. "What would you like to eat?" she asked as she pulled on her jacket.

"Whatever you get will be fine with me. I'm not picky," Pamela said and Allison nodded.

"Okay. I'll try not to take too long," Allison said before she left and locked the door behind her. She left the motel with a slight spring to her step and once outside she shivered slightly. She couldn't wait for the warmth of summer to come, if it even came. From what she gathered of her time with Sam and Dean, it seemed like the Apocalypse was pretty much guaranteed. The very idea scared her to her core, but she wasn't about to cower away. When the time came, she'd stand and fight.

Looking down the street, she spotted a Chinese restaurant, so, so headed towards the place. She could go for some Chinese food, and hopefully Pamela would agree. She was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change, her hands in the pockets of her jacket. The sun, though hidden behind the clouds, would be gone soon and it seemed even colder as she stood there. Suddenly, she was bumped roughly from behind and she turned around to give whoever it was a piece of her mind, but her voice failed her when she saw the black eyes of the very tall and very broad shouldered man.

"Hi Princess," he sneered before one punch sent Allison into darkness.

Allison came to lying on her side on something hard and cold. Her hands were bound at the wrists and tied in front of her. Her head pounded, and as the anxiety built her hunter instincts kicked in. She remained still as her mind came back into focus and slowly she opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings and swallowed hard when she realized she was in a morgue of some kind, but when she got a better look at the instruments in the room she knew she wasn't in a morgue. She was in a mortuary. She felt sick to her stomach when she noticed she was lying on an embalming table.

"Oh hell," she thought as she righted herself, but she wasn't alone for long.

"Hello Allison," a slimy voice said and she looked up to see a tall, lanky man, standing just feet from her. As he smiled his eyes rolled white and she didn't let her fear show on her face. It was the demon from the cemetery, Alistair. If the demon didn't kill her, Dean would for leaving the knife with Pamela. "No need to scowl, dear, I have no plans on hurting you too much . . . yet anyway."

"What do you want with me?" she asked, her glare still fixed on the demon.

"I plan on having a little fun with you," he said. "Give my student a show and help him remember all the good times he had down under." He laughed a dry laugh then as he brought his right hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Although, I don't think he'll enjoy it too much since I'll be cutting you up; but that just means I'll enjoy it even more," he said as he lowered his hand.

"What are you talking about?" she practically spat and he laughed once again, that same dry laugh.

"I see Dean still hasn't let you in on what he did while he was in hell," Alistair said and Allison's body stiffened as she kept her eyes locked on Alistair as he slowly walked towards her. "You see, he got himself off the rack," he said in a whisper as he leaned his right hand on the table next to Allison and leaned in slightly. Allison's lip curled as she leaned back, but her eyes hadn't wavered from Alistair's. "He got himself off the rack by throwing souls on before he . . . ripped . . . them . . . to . . . pieces," he hissed and for some reason that she couldn't comprehend she found herself spitting in the demon's face.

He didn't even flinch at the action and chuckled as he righted himself and wiped at her spit with his right hand. Allison's sneer remained of her face as she looked up at him, and grinning he backhanded her hard making her head snap to the side. She tasted the blood filling her mouth from the cut in her lower lip and as she turned her head back to Alistair, her glare still present, she spit the blood onto the floor at his feet.

"How long did you torture him before he agreed to do it?" she asked, her voice hard like steal, and Alistair grinned.

"Every day for thirty years," he said lowly and any fear Allison had felt regarding the demon in front of her was long gone. Instead, anger flooded her and she wanted nothing more than to kill him for what he did to Dean. He laughed again before he walked over to her and grabbed her by the back of the neck. He lifted her from the table before he threw her onto the floor. She winced, but her glare didn't falter as she turned on her side and looked up at Alistair just as venomously as she had been. "I can see why Dean likes you. It'll be such a shame to break that spirit." He reached down and grabbed her hair before he pulled her to her feet. Reluctantly, Allison stood and he pulled her head back forcefully enough to make her wince once more as she was forced to look straight up at the ceiling. "Come on, we've got some guests to greet," he whispered before he dragged her along by her hair.

Sam and Dean came to a stop in front of the funeral home, both men coming to a pause as they looked at the bright blue symbols covering the outside of the building. "This looks like New Jack City," Dean said as he gestured towards it. "Can nobody see this?"

"Maybe it's demon invisible ink," Sam said. "You can only see it in the veil."

"Any idea what it's for?" Dean asked and Sam took a deep breath.

"We'll find out," he said before they started towards the building. The men went inside the building and separated to look around to see if they could find anything. After finding nothing at first, they regrouped before they went into one of the larger viewing rooms where they found an old guy and Tessa lying in some form of trap with a demon standing guard. Dean grinned slightly as an idea came to him.

"Dude, check me out," Dean said and Sam looked at him before Dean stepped forward and then disappeared before reappearing at the demon's side. He tapped the demon's shoulder and when the demon looked at him, he punched him hard in the face and disappeared before the demon could retaliate. Sam appeared on the man's opposite side and the brother's took turns punching the man before he coward away and hid behind a coffin on the viewing stage. Dean and Sam moved to either end of the casket and Dean grinned. "You know, this ghost thing is kind of rad," Dean said.

Suddenly, a man groaning and the sound of chains clinking met the boys' ears. They looked and saw another demon with smoking hands. The first demon jumped over the casket and ran back out onto the main floor as the second demon secured the chain. Sam looked behind them and saw the chain there as well and his lips curled.

"It's iron," Sam said, and the two men knew they were trapped. Alistair grinned when he saw his guests had arrived and tugged on Allison's hair a little harder. She held back her cry of pain and came to a stop next to Alistair. She saw the demon that had knocked her out and another she didn't know, but what caught her eyes were the white markings on the floor and the iron chain wrapped around the raised floor.

"Boys, find the place okay?" Alistair asked as his eyes rolled white briefly and Allison felt her stomach drop. The iron chain had the guys trapped and the white markings were probably traps holding the missing reaper. Sam and Dean looked up and both men had to quickly mask their surprise when they saw Allison, hands bound and blood on her face, standing with Alistair. Pulling her along with him, he slowly walked into the room. Allison wished she could see the guys but sadly she couldn't.

"Hope you don't mind that I brought a date to the party," he said with a smile and Dean sneered at him before his eyes flickered to Allison. He had no idea how Alistair had gotten hold of her, but since she had her jacket on he assumed she had left the room to get something. Alistair looked at Allison and let go of her hair. "Why don't you relax," he said.

Allison suddenly found herself pressed against the paneled wall and a heavy pressure was on her chest holding her in place. She could only watch as Alistair walked over to where the chain rested and the demon that had punched her walked up with a shot gun and handed it to Alistair. He lowered it and pointed it slightly to his right before he pulled the trigger, and Allison swallowed hard as she struggled to take in a deep breath.

"Rock salt's not so much fun anymore is it?" Alistair asked as he looked to his left and Allison wondered which one of them Alistair fired at and who he was talking to. Sam glared at Alistair and Dean reappeared next to his brother, panting slightly as he too looked at Alistair.

"Alistair, you bastard," Dean said slowly and Alistair chuckled while he looked at Sam.

"Well go on," he said to Sam who was quietly seething where he stood. "Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot? It's hard to get it up when you're not wearing your meat." Dean looked at Sam briefly before he looked back at Alistair.

"Go to hell," Sam said.

"Oh, if only I could but they just keep sending me back up to this arctic crap hole," Alistair said and Allison watched as he turned away and started walking towards the symbol drawn on the floor. There was a pause and as Alistair started to speak again she assumed one of the boys said something.

"No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal," he said as he stopped and Allison frowned. A second reaper had been taken? She hadn't known that. "I figured another one would show up, you know. They're like lemmings." Alistair cocked the gun and shot the gun once more, but towards the left that time. "By the way," Alistair said. "It's good to see you again, Dean. I hope you don't mind that I told her about all the fun we had together." Dean kept his eyes on Alistair and his lips shook as Sam reappeared.

"You can shoot us all you want," he said, deciding to ignore Alistair's last comment, "but you can't kill us."

"Is that so?" Alistair asked with a laugh that said he knew otherwise. "Well, maybe not; but I can her," he said as he gestured behind him and Dean's eyes moved to Allison when he heard her struggling to breathe. His hands clenched at his sides and Alistair laughed once more. "However," he said and Allison took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "we have plans after I'm finished here. It's only right to get business out of the way before pleasure." The demon that had brought Alistair the gun brought him another weapon and took the gun from him. Alistair smiled down at the curved and aged blade in his hand. "The moon's in the right spot and the board is set. Let's get started shall we?" Alistair asked as he raised the blade and looked at the empty space in front of him. Allison wanted to rub at her throat, but since her body was pressed rather firmly to the wall, she considered herself lucky she could still breathe. With one more glance at Allison, Dean returned his eyes to Alistair.

"You're going to kill a reaper with that?" Dean asked. "It's a little on the nose don't you think?"

"Is it?" Alistair asked as he looked down at it. "An old friend lent it to me. You know he really doesn't ride a pale horse, but he does have three amigos and they're just jonesing for the apocalypse." He turned away and started towards the white markings in front of Allison. She was struggling to get herself free, but she knew it was useless. She could only watch as Alistair kneeled down and grabbed into the air.

Obviously, he had hold of the reaper and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him as he started chanting the necessary words with the blade poised in front of him. When he finished speaking he slashed the blade. Lightning flashed and wind rushed through the room as thunder followed the lightning. Alistair stood with a grin and stepped forward only to start the process all over again. Allison heard jingling and looked up only to see the chandelier above where Alistair stood shaking.

"Come on guys," she thought, knowing it was the boys that were doing it. It fell with a crash breaking the trap on the floor and Allison hoped the second reaper was able to escape. When she saw the iron chain fall to the floor, she smiled knowing that the reaper had freed them. Alistair sneered and Allison found herself jerked from the wall and thrown onto the floor at his feet. The look on Alistair's face filled her stomach with dread and she realized that as soon as the second reaper started reaping again she was going to get to meet it face to face.