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Chapter 19

Despite their late night, Allison was up early. She showered quickly, wincing slightly at the slight aches of her body after the roughness of their night long lovemaking. She left her hair wet before she pulled it up into a ponytail and dressed into a long sleeved v-neck blouse with a camisole underneath, and a pair of dark jeans. She walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Dean who was snoring quietly as he laid on his stomach on the bed with the sheets covering only his lower half. She put her toiletry bag down on top of her duffle bag before she climbed onto the bed and placed a kiss on his right shoulder blade. Dean stirred slightly and Allison moved her lips to his cheek.

"Dean, time to wake up," she whispered into his ear only to let out a surprised short scream as Dean quickly pulled his right arm from under his pillow and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She laughed and put her hand on his chest as he turned slightly and looked at her with sleep filled eyes. "Morning," she said and Dean sighed quietly before he kissed her chastely.

"Morning," he said back before he sighed and pressed his forehead to hers.

"We've got to get going, Dean," she said quietly and he lifted his head from hers. He gave her a look and her hand moved from his chest to his stubble covered face. "Believe me, I don't want to either; but we can't stay locked away in this motel room forever."

"Why not?" he asked and she smiled.

"Because we're not that lucky," she said before she leaned in and kissed him softly. Dean's arm tightened around her before his hand slid his hand down her back to the hem of her shirts. She felt his fingers against her suddenly bare lower back, but that's all the further they got. A stiff knock sounded on the door, and Dean pulled his lips from hers with a sigh.

"Sam," they said in unison.

"Go and get in the shower," Allison said quietly before she pecked his lips and slipped out of his arms. "I'll let him know you're getting ready." Dean sighed quietly as Allison walked around the bed before he stood from the bed. Allison turned around and looked at him, laughing quietly as he walked into the bathroom with no shame of his nakedness. She had to admit, she didn't mind the view. Dean had a nice butt after all and strong legs, even though he was slightly bow legged. He stopped outside the bathroom door and cleared his throat making Allison's eyes move up to his as he looked over his left shoulder at her with a grin.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" he teased and Allison smiled before she winked at him.

"You know it," she said as she turned around towards the door and Dean laughed as he went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Allison smiled at Sam when she opened the door. "Morning Sam," she said as she opened it further to let the tall man inside. She still wasn't happy with the younger Winchester, but she was able to put aside her feelings for him and be civil with him. However, conversation between the two of them wasn't exactly free flowing or as easy as it once had been.

"Morning," he said as she closed the door. "Where's Dean?"

"Shower," she said as she walked over to the bed and tossed the covers up before she grabbed her bags and walked over to the table where Sam stood. "You look like you didn't sleep," she said as she glanced up at him before she opened up her duffle to tuck her toiletry bag inside. Sam chuckled as he put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, the people in the next room weren't very quiet last night," he said and Allison's hands stilled inside her duffle. "These walls are pretty thin." Allison's face flamed as she awkwardly cleared her throat and looked up at Sam to see him grinning at her.

"Oh my God," she said quickly as she turned her face away and looked towards the curtain covered window. Sam laughed and shook his head at her stricken face.

"Relax, Allie, it wasn't something I haven't heard before," he said, but Allison's blush remained on her face as she refused to look at Sam and returned to tucking her things away before she zipped up her duffle.

"I'm going to go put this in the truck," she said before she quickly left the room, leaving a grinning Sam in the room. She was walked over to her truck, unlocked the driver's side door, and opened it before she tossed her bag inside and over onto the passenger seat. She shivered a bit from the slight chill in the early morning hair and sighed as she closed the truck door. She turned to head back to the room only to stop short when her cell phone started ringing in her pocket. She pulled her phone from her jeans pocket and answered it as she started back to the room. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hey," came Addison's voice from the other end of the line and Allison smiled.

"You're up early," she said as she stopped not far from her room door and rested her back against the wall of the motel.

"Don't remind me," Addison said tiredly. "I haven't slept well the last couple of nights."

"Really? What's wrong?" Allison asked and even though she couldn't see it she knew her sister was smirking.

"Nothing, Mother, I'm fine" Addison said and Allison rolled her eyes at Addison calling her mother. It wasn't Allison's fault she was protective of her sister. "I'm just getting restless."

"You've got at least another six weeks before that cast comes off, Addie," Allison said, "and you know you can't hunt with a cast on your leg."

"How come you always get to have all the fun?" Addison asked.

"Trust me, the last couple of weeks haven't been much fun," Allison said and Addison sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry," Addison said. "So, you really met that white eyed demon that had Dean all on edge after the mare attack?"

"Yeah, and I can see why Dean was so on edge. He's not exactly . . . friendly," Allison said carefully. She had kept what she had learned about Dean from her sister. It wasn't that she didn't trust Addison with that information, but some things between her and Dean weren't meant to be shared. She had also kept what Castiel told her a secret. She had no idea what he meant by telling her she was different, but she wasn't about to go looking for the answer to her questions. She wasn't so sure she wanted them anyway.

"But the angels have him now, right?"

"Yeah," Allison said.

"What do you think they're doing to him?"

"I don't know, and I really don't care," Allison said. "Whatever they're doing to him, I'm sure he deserves that and so much more."

"A little testy this morning?" Addison asked and Allison sighed softly as she ran her hand down her face.

"No, just . . . frustrated," Allison said. "It's great being with Dean and working alongside him and Sam, but . . . I think you were right," Allison said switching to Gaelic in case someone, anyone, was listening.

"About what?" Addison asked in English since she had nothing to worry about. Chris and Emily were still sound asleep in their room downstairs.

"Sam," Allison whispered.

"What happened?" Addison asked as she moved so she was sitting on the edge of her bed, her cast covered leg resting on the wood floor of her room.

"I didn't tell you this when we talked last week because of everything that was going on, but . . . I saw him . . .,"

"You saw him what, Allie?"

"In the cemetery I saw him literally fling the demon, like he had the mojo that some of the more powerful demons have. I don't know how he did it, but something's going on with him, Addie, and I'm worried."

"About?" Addison asked softly.

"About whatever's going on with him. He's not the same guy he was when we met up with them again."

"What do you mean?"

"Addie, there's a darkness in him. It doesn't come out often, but when it does it's frightening." Addison was silent for a few beats before Allison sighed quietly. "I'm going to be coming back to Chris'. I'll be leaving soon, and I'll call you when I'm close," she said, changing the subject.

"Okay, I'll . . . I'll see you soon," Addison said softly. She didn't know what to say to her sister to calm her worry about Sam. She knew she could have easily told her about the strange woman Sam had met up with all those months ago, and the strange feeling she had about the woman. However, she didn't say a word. They said good bye and Allison hung up her phone and walked back into her room to find Sam sitting at the table and Dean standing near him, fully dressed and his short hair was still damp.

"What took you so long? Sam said you just went to put your bag in your truck," Dean said with a small frown and Allison just smiled at him.

"Addie called. I talked to her for a bit," she said and Dean nodded. "I should hit the road. I've got a long drive." Dean sighed as he looked at her, but nodded once more. She walked over to Dean and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Keep in touch okay? Don't go disappearing on me."

"I won't," he said quietly. Allison looked at Sam as he stood from the chair and she forced a small smile in his direction.

"Take care, Sam," she said.

"You too," he said and Allison looked back at Dean.

"I love you," she said and he kissed her in response, wrapping his hands around her upper arms. After several seconds, the pair pulled apart and Allison moved her lips to his ear. "I left something for you in your bag," she whispered and Dean's brow furrowed. "Call me to talk about it before you say anything to him." His furrowed brow turned into a full blown frown as he looked at her. She smiled softly at him before she raised her right hand to his face for a second before she slipped from Dean's hands and walked to the door. With one last look at the boys, she walked out and left them on their own.

"Hello?" Allison said after she turned the radio down and answered her phone. She had been driving all day and as the sun disappeared over the horizon, she turned off the highway and headed down the old country road toward Chris and Emily's place.

"What did you mean by 'Sam flung Alistair into a tree'?" Dean asked, his voice quiet and tight. "Is this what you've been keeping from me for the last week?" Obviously he was upset.

"I meant what I said, and yes. The only reason I didn't tell you sooner was because we were still working the case and Pamela died, Dean," Allison said and Dean was silent for a second. "Sam practically begged me not to say anything, said you already knew he could do things, but that you didn't know exactly what he could do."

"He's stronger then," Dean said absently and Allison sighed. Sam hadn't been lying when he said that Dean already knew, but what hurt her was that despite everything he was still keeping things from her.

"How is he even able to do that in the first place?" she asked, hoping against hope that he would finally give her a straight answer.

"Allie, Sam's . . . different, okay? He's . . . when we were kids . . .," Dean started, but he didn't have to finish. Allison knew what happened to their mother, how a yellow eyed demon had killed her in Sam's nursery and that was how John got into hunting. They're dad had known and told Addison and her all about it.

"I know what happened, Dean," she said and there was a pause on the other end of the line. "Our dads were friends remember, and once hunters get together over a few stiff drinks the words just sort of flow, right?" she asked and Dean scoffed a laugh.

"Yeah," he said, "but you don't know everything, Allie. The demon . . . he did something to Sam before our mom was killed. He did it to a lot of kids, actually, but that's beside the point. Sam had, well has, abilities. They started off as premonitions but they changed a while back."

"Oh," Allison said quietly. They were silent for a while and the only sound Allison heard was the roar of the truck's engine, the soft radio noise, and Dean's light breathing in her ear.

"Thanks," Dean said quietly.

"For what?" she asked.

"For telling me," Dean said and Allison smiled.

"No problem," she said. "Where are you guys at?" she asked.

"A motel, Sam went to get a room and I had a minute to myself to read the note you left and to call you. Where are you?"

"I'm coming up on Chris and Emily's place now," she said. She heard Sam's voice in the background before she heard Dean mumble something and the sound of the Impala's doors opening and closing. "Get some rest, Dean," she told him as she turned into the driveway.

"I'll try," he said and she sighed.

"Don't try, just do it, Winchester," she said and Dean chuckled.

"Yes ma'am," Dean said. "Good night, Allie."

"Night Dean," she said back before she hung up her phone. She sighed quietly as she brought her truck to a stop next to Chris' and the porch light turned on as she crawled out of the truck, duffle in hand.

"What took you so long?" came Addison's voice from the porch and Allison laughed quietly as she closed the truck door and started towards the house. Addison looked much better than the last time she had seen her, and the once blue streaks in her hair were now red and her hair was once again at chin level.

"Stopped to get a bite to eat along the way," she said as she walked up the porch steps and came to a stop in front of her sister who had one crutch under her right arm and the other was holding open the door. "I got hungry."

"You've been around Dean too long," Addison said back with a grin and Allison rolled her eyes as she grabbed hold of the door and went inside as her sister moved back.

"Yeah, well, I see you had time to do a little redecorating while I was away," Allison teased as she reached out with her left hand and tugged on her sister's hair only to have Addison smack her hand away with a laugh. Allison left her duffle in the foyer by the stairs before she followed Addison into the living room where Emily and Chris sat watching TV. Emily was quick to stand and embraced Allison tightly.

"I'm glad to see you're not coming here battered and bruised this time," Emily said and Allison gave a dry chuckle in response as the two pulled apart. "Did you have a nice drive?" she asked.

"Yeah," Allison said before she walked around Emily and over to Chris. The old hunter gave her the once over and smiled as she kissed his cheek.

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

"I'm fine," she said, "but thirsty. Mind if I get something to drink?"

"Our house is your house, Allie, you know that," Chris said as Emily sat back down in her chair and Allison smiled at him before she turned and headed toward the kitchen with Addison following close behind.

"What did you mean there's a darkness in Sam?" Addison asked quietly once they were both in the kitchen and away from Emily and Chris' ears.

"Addie, seriously, I just got in the door," Allison said as she poured herself a glass of juice and looked at her sister who was now perched on one of the stools at the island.

"You left me hanging the last time I talked to you," Addison said. "You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to make small talk when I finally get to talk to you in person after almost a month." Allison sighed quietly as she put the container of juice back in the fridge, grabbed her glass, and joined her sister at the island.

"Look, Addie, I don't know what's going on with Sam. He's different. He's keeping something very close to his chest, and he disappears sometimes," Allison said before she took a big drink of her juice.

"Allie, there's something I need to tell you," Addison said slowly.

"What?" Allison asked with a frown.

"When we worked that case in Oklahoma with them," she said and Allison nodded, knowing the case all too well, "well, while you and Dean had gone to talk to Margaret, a woman came and met up with Sam."

"A woman?" Allison asked with a frown and Addison nodded.

"Yeah, a woman not much taller than either of us, long dark hair, and brown eyes. Sam begged me not to tell you or Dean that she had showed up, and I didn't."

"Why are you telling me now?"

"Because I think she's part of the reason why Sam's acting so different sometimes," Addison said. "She's supposedly helping Sam track down that demon that held Dean's contract, the one that set the hellhounds on him and sent him to Hell; but when I met her I didn't like her vibe."

"Her vibe?" Allison asked with a raised eyebrow and Addison rolled her eyes.

"Let me finish," Addison said. "She had this look on her face and . . . and you know that uneasy feeling we get, it was like ten fold when I was around her."

"So, what, she's evil or something?"

"Maybe," Addison said. "Maybe when Sam disappears it's with her."

"Maybe, but for all we know she's just a bitch and he hooks up with her on occasion," Allison said and Addison sighed quietly. Allison had a point, and she nodded her agreement. "Did you get her name?" Allison asked, remembering something Dean had said when the brothers had fought under that siren's spell.

"No, we weren't formally introduced," Addison said. "Sam looked like a deer in headlights when I walked up on him. Why?"

"Just curious," Allison said with a shrug before she took another drink of her juice and then another, finishing it off with a sigh. "I think I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep."

"Okay," Addison said. Allison stood and put her cup in the sink and as she walked by her sister, she patted her on the shoulder. In the morning she would call Dean and find out what that Ruby girl he mentioned looked like and just who she was exactly.

Allison had been trying Dean's cell phone all day, but every time she tried to call him it went straight to his voicemail. Emily was fixing dinner when she finally caved in and decided to call Sam's phone to see what was going on. Sam answered before the second ring went all the way through.

"Allie, I was just about to call you," Sam breathed into the phone and Allison frowned.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked and Sam was silent for a second, making knots form in Allison's stomach. "Sam?" she demanded rather loudly making Chris look at her as he walked into the living room where she was sitting.

"Dean's in the hospital," Sam said quietly, "and it's not good."

"What happened?" Allison asked, feeling like the wind was knocked out of her and that the floor was falling away from underneath her.

"How fast can you get here?" Sam asked, not answering her question and she stood from the sofa.

"Where are you?" she asked and Sam told her as she raced past a concerned looking Chris and up the stairs to her room. "Six hours," she said before she hung up the phone and stuck it in the back pocket of her jeans and before she practically started throwing her things into her bag.

"Allie, what the hell is going on?" Addison asked, sounding breathless, as she appeared in the doorway of Allison's room and watched her move around like a tornado.

"Dean's in the hospital," she said quickly. "Sam didn't tell me for what, but he said it wasn't good. I've got to go."

"You just got back last night!" Addison shouted.

"I know!" Allison said as she stuffed the last of her things into the duffle bag and zipped it up.

"Allie, wait," Addison said as she blocked her sister's path.

"Move," Allison said and Addison stood her ground.

"You just got here last night," she said. "I know you didn't sleep because I heard you pacing and rustling around in here all night. Take a breath for a second, Allison. Sam's with him. I'm sure if it was as bad as you think, Sam would have told you."

"Addison, I've got to go." The desperation in her sister's voice was something Addison wasn't expecting. She was expecting her to yell at her, hell, shove her out of the way. She wasn't expecting the teary eyes and the strained voice.

"All right," Addison said softly. "Call me when you get there and let me know what's going on." Allison nodded her head before she hugged Addison tightly even though Addison couldn't hug her back because of her crutches. "Go. I'll tell Chris and Emily," Addison urged and Allison pulled away from her and nodded once more before she raced downstairs and out the front door. She didn't look back once.