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Chapter 18

Allison grunted as Alistair delivered yet another swift kick that time hitting her square in the gut. He had untied her hands, but he had gotten the better of her for at least the last ten minutes. She was just regaining her breath, when Alistair once again grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her to her feet and tilted her head back before hissed in her ear. "I'm going to make him watch me gut you," he said before they were gone in a flourish.

Dean had no idea where Sam was and told Tessa to get the hell out of there. He wasn't sure where she went, but he assumed she was safe. Dean knew that Allison was in serious trouble and he had no idea what to do to get her out of there. He was walking through an alley, looking for Sam when Alistair surprised him.

"You can't run, Dean," Alistair said and Dean came to a stop as he turned around and saw the demon standing there with Allison who was bloody, battered, and looked like she was ready to collapse into a heap. He could tell that the only thing keeping her on her feet was the grip Alistair had on her. The blade in Alistair's hand didn't go unnoticed by Dean either. Allison knew Dean was there, but she couldn't see him. "You can't run from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours, and I'll be in there even more after this." Alistair raised the blade in his hand and in one swift movement slashed into Allison's abdomen deeply.

"No!" Dean shouted as Allison screamed in agony and Alistair let her fall to the ground in a heap. She wasn't dead, not yet, because Tessa hadn't started reaping yet; but Dean knew, he just knew, that she would die. Alistair had cut her too deeply for her to get to the hospital, and Pamela had yet to call him back to his body. He wouldn't be able to help her. Anger coursed through Dean as he looked at Alistair but the slight fear he had of the demon remained. Alistair grinned before started advancing on Dean.

"She'll be gone once that reaper you friend starts reaping again, and you'll always remember this moment," Alistair said as he slowly stepped towards Dean. "You'll never forget it. Watching her die," he paused as he let out a small chuckle, "will haunt you forever, Dean." Suddenly, small strikes of lightning struck Alistair. Dean looked away, shielding his eyes. The light disappeared as quickly as it came and when Dean raised his head, Alistair was gone. Dean looked around for a second before he moved to Allison's side. She was slowly righting herself, her left arm over her stomach.

"Allie," he breathed and Allison sighed quietly as she sat up on the wet pavement. A chill washed over and she knew Dean was close; and undoubtedly worried.

"I'm okay, Dean," she said to the air since she couldn't see him, and Dean pursed his lips as he searched her battered face. She was scared and he had no way to give her any comfort. "Maybe you can hold off that reaper until I can get myself to the hospital," she said, her voice quivering. "I'm not really up for dying right now." Dean cursed quietly when he saw the tears in her eyes and he wanted nothing more than to assure her that everything was going to be okay, even though he knew it wasn't.

"Dean," a deep gravelly voice said behind Dean, and Dean stood quickly turning around to face Castiel. Allison turned her eyes up and saw the angel Castiel standing about four feet from where she sat. "Do you know what just happened?" Castiel asked and since he was looking straight ahead and not at her, she figured he was talking to Dean. She really didn't care that he chose to ignore her. "You all just saved a seal. We captured Alistair," Castiel said and Dean made a face as he looked at him. "This was a victory." Allison was lightheaded and she wanted to do nothing more than lie down, so, she did. The ground was hard, wet, and cold, but Allison didn't have the strength to hold herself up anymore.

"Yeah, no thanks to you; and right now it doesn't feel like too much of a victory," Dean said as he turned back around and kneeled next to Allison.

"What makes you say that?" Castiel asked. Allison closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She had no idea what Dean was saying, but if she knew him as well as she did. She had an idea and if the angels had been around the whole time, she had even more issues with them. She was going to die, and they could have taken Alistair in a second. There was no need for Sam, Dean, and her to even be there, and none of what happened over the last few days would have ever happened.

"You were here this whole time?" Dean asked, his voice low and unwavering.

"For enough of it," Castiel said and Dean's anger was getting the better of him.

"Thanks for your all help," he said sarcastically.

"That script on the funeral home, we couldn't penetrate it," Castiel said and Dean realized that the symbols he and Sam had seen was basically angel proofing. "Why do you think I recruited you three in the first place?"

"You recruited us?" Dean asked, unbelieving.

"That wasn't your friend Bobby who called and it wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal," Castiel said.

"It was you," Dean said. "If you wanted our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?" He was angry again. His girlfriend was lying in the middle of an alley, dying, and he wanted to know why Castiel hadn't stepped in sooner to grab Alistair.

"Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite," Castiel said.

"People in this town, Allie included, they're just going to start dying?" Dean asked and Castiel raised his head as he looked off into the distance.

"They will die," he said slowly and Dean clenched his hands before he looked over his shoulder at Allison, who had closed her eyes as she laid on the pavement. She looked like she was already dead, but the slow rise and fall of her chest told him otherwise. "She will not." Dean's head quickly turned back to Castiel and he found the angel looking at him.

"What?" he asked.

"To everything there is a season," Castiel said, "and hers has not yet come to an end. Like you, she's different." With that Castiel walked around Dean and over to Allison. Allison opened her eyes when she heard footfalls on the pavement and looked up to see Castiel squatting next to her. "Hello Allison," he said but she didn't respond. She simply looked at him and watched as he reached out with his right hand and pressed his index and middle finger against her forehead before the pair disappeared right before Dean's eyes. Dean gasped and stepped forward before he looked around; however, it was pointless because they were gone and Dean was left wondering where Castiel had taken her.

"Dean," a voice said behind him and he turned around only to see Tessa. "I could use your help."

Allison found herself standing in front of the hotel, very alive and no longer in any pain. She looked down and put her hands on her stomach only to find nothing wrong with her. In fact, she felt better than she had in weeks; hell months; and as her hand slid across her abdomen she heard a fluttering that she knew belonged to angels. She raised her head and looked up at Castiel. The vessel he had taken wasn't as tall as Dean, but he was still taller than her.

"Thank you," she said, not really sure what else to say to him. They held each other's gaze for several beats, and Allison couldn't get herself to look away. "Why did you do it?" she asked suddenly and Castiel furrowed his brow in slight confusion.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Why did you fix me?" she asked, not really knowing another way to ask the question.

"Like I told Dean, you're different."

"Why am I different?" she asked. Castiel just gave her a look before he disappeared into the thin air. Allison sighed quietly as she looked up at the sky. "Seriously? After the night I've had, you can't answer a simple question?" Frustrated, Allison went into the hotel. She took the stairs to their second floor room instead of waiting for the elevator, and she walked down the hall with her boots scuffing against the wood floor as she pulled the room key from her pocket. She unlocked the door, but when she opened it the chain was on. "Pamela?" she questioned before she saw Sam rushing towards the door. He gave her a quick nod and she nodded in return before he closed the door, took the chain off, and then opened the door.

"You okay?" he asked her and Allison nodded.

"Castiel showed up," she said as she looked at Pamela who gingerly sat down on the edge of Dean's bed.

"Castiel?" Sam asked as he closed the door and she looked up at him and nodded her head.

"Long story short: Alistair beat the shit out of me, dragged me out to find Dean, sliced through my abdomen to leave me for dead, and then he got himself snatched up by the angels," Allison said and Sam's frown only deepened as he looked down at her stomach, seeing nothing wrong with her. "He sort of patched me up," she added before she turned away from him and looked around the room. The place was a mess and there was a guy lying dead underneath the window. "What happened?"

"A demon that's what," Pamela said with a pain filled voice before she turned her head to Dean and slowly started saying the incantation to bring him back to his body. Sam moved to Pamela's side as she switched over to Sam's bed and rested against the headboard.

"Hey," Sam said. "We just gotta talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping until we get you better."

"I'm pretty sure she's started up again," Pamela said and it was then when she saw the blood pouring from Pamela's stomach that Allison realized Pamela was hurt, and hurt bad. Obviously the demon had gotten the better of her before she was able to bring Sam back.

"Oh God," Allison whispered before she quickly moved to stand beside Sam where he had sat down in front of Pamela. Dean gasped loudly as he sat up, making Allison jump as she turned her eyes to him. He looked up at her, relief flooding his face, until he took in the grave expression on hers. Allison looked away from Dean and at Pamela, and his eyes followed hers. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved his backside to the edge.

"What happened?" he asked, echoing Allison's question from earlier.

"Dean, where's Tessa?" Sam asked quietly and Dean looked at him.

"She's . . .," Dean trailed off and the look on his face told Sam what he needed to know.

"Pamela," Sam said as Allison pulled her sunglasses from her face. "I'm so sorry."

"Stop," the woman said tightly.

"You don't deserve this," Sam finished.

"Yeah, I don't," Pamela said before she started breathing heavily and pointed at Dean. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with this," she said and the boys looked beyond guilty as they sat with her. "Do me a favor," she said, "tell that bastard Bobby Singer to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place." She started coughing and Allison's stomach was in knots. If Castiel stuck around long enough to heal her, why couldn't he have fixed Pamela as well?

"Take it easy, Pamela," Dean said. "If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place." Pamela scoffed at the words and turned her head towards Dean.

"You're lying," Pamela said and Dean sighed quietly, "but what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime." Dean lowered his head in guilt, and Allison moved closer to him, and put her right hand on his left shoulder. He didn't look up at her, but he did raise his left hand to hers and wrapped his hand around her wrist and held it tightly. Pamela turned her head slightly towards Allison. "What yourself with these two, Allie," she said and Allison looked at her while Dean raised his head. "They're nothing but trouble."

"Tell me something I don't know," Allison joked her voice heavy with her own emotions and thankfully she managed to get the small smile from Pamela she had been hoping for before Pamela turned her head away and towards the Sam.

"Come here," Pamela said and Sam leaned in closer to her; Dean and Allison only watched as Pamela whispered something to Sam. Sam's eyes widened as Pamela started coughing, blood escaping her mouth, but the surprise on his face wasn't for Pamela's state. It was from what she said to him, and both Allison and Dean wondered what it was; however, Pamela was more important at that moment.

"Pamela?" Dean asked quietly as they watched her fall back slightly and as she let out a slow breath and her head lulled to the side, tears lined Allison's eyes and Dean's grip on her wrist tightened. "Pamela!" he said louder, but he got no response. She was gone. Dean turned his eyes to his brother and let go of Allison's wrist before she excused herself from the boys and turned around to get herself together. She may not have known the other woman like the boys had, but they had spent almost seven hours together cooped on it the room. She thought she had started to find a friend in the slightly older woman. "What'd she say to you?" Dean asked Sam quietly, but Sam didn't answer before he pushed up roughly from the bed and ran a hand down his face.

"I'm going to call Bobby and get some help," Sam said before he grabbed his jacket and left the room. Dean stood from the bed and started to follow his brother, but Allison turned in time and caught his arm. He looked down at her with a small frown.

"Let him go," she told him softly and Dean sighed before he twisted their arms around. He grasped her forearm and pulled her close, wrapping her up in his arms, his right hand going to the back of her head and his left arm went around her body securely. Allison wrapped her arms around his waist and clung tightly to the back of his shirt. "I'm sorry, Dean. I shouldn't have left her. We were hungry and I was going to get us some food when one of the demons came up behind me. I'm so sorry." Her voice was muffled by his chest, but he heard her well enough and his grip tightened on her as he held her firmly to him.

"It wasn't your fault, Allie," Dean said, his voice heavy. If hadn't been for Castiel, she would be dead too and he didn't think he could have handled that. "If any one's at fault, it's me." Allison just shook her head against his chest as she closed her eyes as they held each other. They were quiet for several seconds, both just holding the other tight before Dean broke the silence. "What happened to you after Castiel vanished with you?"

"He brought me back here," she said, "and I was as good as new." Dean lowered his hand from the back of her head and rested it on her left hip. Allison raised her head from Dean's chest and looked up at him. She sniffed quietly and took in his sad expression. "It's going to be okay, Dean," she told him as she brought her right hand to this side of his face. "It'll be okay," she said again, trying to assure him even though she didn't really believe it herself.

"I'm tired of burying my friends, Allie," Dean said quietly, "and I don't know how I would take burying you." His grip tightened even more on her, but she didn't mind. Lying in that ally as she listened to Castiel's side of the conversation the angel had had with Dean, she had been scared that she was going to die once the reaper started up again. She rested her head against his chest once more as her hand moved to his shoulder and she closed her eyes tight as they just held each other. It had been a long day and it was going to be an even longer night.

A week later, after Pamela's funeral, Allison decided it was time to head back to Iowa. Oddly enough, she missed her sister and Addison would be better soon and they would once again hit the road together. She had gotten her own room in a motel just outside of town, and while Sam had gotten him and his brother a room; Dean had joined Allison in her room.

Much to Allison's surprise, they had done nothing more than sleep in the same bed the last few days, but Dean kept her firmly in his arms from the time they crawled into bed and until they woke up the next morning. She was packing up her clothes into her bag when Dean came into the room with a bag of take out that held their dinner for the night. He frowned when he saw her packing and sat the bag on the table.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked her and she sighed quietly as she turned to look at him.

"Iowa," she said. "I think it's time I head back and check on Addie. Make sure she's doing okay."

"You're leaving now?" he asked and Allison shook her head.

"No, in the morning," she said. "I just wanted to make sure I had everything packed." She put the last of her things in her bag and sat it down at the foot of the bed.

"When were you planning on telling me?" he asked her and she looked at him as she stood up fully and pulled on the hem of her t-shirt.

"Tonight," she said. "I hadn't decided to go back until now." Despite everything she had told Sam in the cemetery, after what happened to her and to Pamela she hadn't been ready to say good-bye to Dean just yet. "Sam said you guys would be heading to Cheyenne, and I figured this would be as good a time as any."

"I don't want you to go," Dean said before he sighed and walked closer to her, "but I'm not going to stop you." She tilted her head back so she could look into his eyes. For the last week, she hadn't said a word about what Alistair had told her about what happened to Dean and what he did while he was in hell. She hadn't brought it up at all because of everything that was happening, but it had always been on her mind and she knew that Dean knew it. He could read her just as well as she could read him, and she had done everything she could to make sure he knew she didn't think any different of him.

Allison raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck before she pulled him down to her and she kissed him slowly. Dean took a moment to respond, but when he did he easily took over the kiss and wrapped her up in his arms. Allison easily maneuvered herself so her back was towards the bed and she let herself fall back, taking Dean down with her. He landed on top of her as their kiss broke, but Allison didn't mind his weight on her. He shifted slightly so most of his weight was on his arms as he looked down at her.

"Wait, Allie, we can't do this," he said and Allison gripped the color of the dark cotton jacket he was still wearing.

"Yes we can," she said as she pulled him closer and his eyes searched hers. "Dean, I love you. Aside from your sarcastic sense of humor sometimes and the fact that you flirt with just about anything in a skirt, there's not a thing about you that I don't love." Her hands moved to his face as she lifted her head and pressed her lips chastely to his. "What Alistair told me, doesn't change that. You were tortured everyday for thirty years, Dean. That's an impossibly long time, longer than anyone else would have," she whispered and Dean sighed as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Allie, I did things . . . terrible things," he said heavily as her hands slid down his jaw and held onto his neck while he kept his forehead pressed to hers. "I can't forget it. I just can't."

"You won't," she said softly as she rubbed the back of his neck with her fingers as she fought the tears that filled her eyes when she felt his tears splash onto her cheeks. "You never will, Dean, because you're not like Alistair or any of them," she said and Dean lifted his head from hers and looked down at her with tear filled green eyes. "You feel guilty over what you did, Dean."

"I wish I couldn't feel a thing sometimes, Allie," Dean said, his voice thick with his tears and Allison moved her hand to the side of his face and wiped at his tears.

"I know," she said gently. "I can't even imagine it, Dean, but you don't have to bear it alone." She raised her head and pressed her lips chastely to his.

Dean brought a shaking hand to her face and deepened the chaste kiss. His kiss and his touch became rougher as he practically ripped her t-shirt from her body before her bra followed. Allison gasped when his lips left hers and started attacking the skin of her neck and shoulders. His lips left her skin and he lifted her torso up as their eyes locked. He pulled her further up on the bed until she was lying against the pillows before he sat back on his knees and shrugged off his jacket and over shirt. He took off his necklace and then pulled his black t-shirt from his body. Allison's hands slid up his chest as she sat up and looked up into his darkened green eyes. Dean buried his fingers in her dark hair before he pulled her head back and kissed her roughly once more. She knew then that it wasn't going to be a slow and gentle night. It was going to be rough and hard, and she welcomed it. They both needed a release and to just put everything in the back of their minds.

It wasn't long until the both of them were as bare as the days they were born, but they were no longer lying on the bed. Dean had Allison pinned to the wall as his lips assaulted hers before his hands roughly grabbed her thighs and hoisted her from the floor. Allison broke their kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist and their eyes locked as Dean started to slip inside of her. They were both panting and covered in sweat from the events that took place over the last twenty minutes before he pinned her to the wall; and once he knew he was at his destination, he slammed her hips into hers.

Allison cried out as her back arched and her body pressed even more into Dean as her head hit the wall with a loud thump, but she didn't feel the pain. She only felt Dean as his body pushed against and into hers. She returned her lips to his and kissed him forcefully while her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her right hand went into his short hair. They got lost in the steady, almost brutal, rhythm their bodies had set. They forgot all of their problems and wrapped themselves up in that moment; in the feelings that coursed through their bodies as they melted into each other.

Dean broke their kiss before he raised her from the wall slightly only to slam her back again as his hips ground into hers. She cried out as her body shook around his and her nails of her left hand dug into his back, breaking the skin as they slid down his back while Dean grunted and tucked his face into her neck, panting with his own release. Slowly, they both came out of the fog they were in and Dean lifted his head to look at Allison. She bit her swollen lower lip as her eyes met his before she smiled softly at him. Dean smiled in return before on shaky legs, he pulled her close and carried her into the bathroom before he kicked the door close behind them.