Author's Note: There's a bit of some.. non-consensual touching. It's nothing too bad, but still I thought I'd warn you. Also, I apologize for OOC Allison. I wanna give the excuse that it's because she's still trying to figure out who she is, but I'm pretty sure it's just because I suck at keeping characters in-character.
Allison ends up taking the following day for herself, she only coming out of her room to eat and shower. As requested, Sam and Dean give Allison her space and wait patiently for her to come to them. And honestly, she's not even sure why she's secluded herself away. Sure remembering her death was a lot overwhelming, but the longer she has to think about it, the more she realizes she shouldn't have given Sam and Dean the brush off she did and just talked to them.
She replays the memory over and over, burning the faces of those that were around her in her memory in hopes of their names coming to her, but they never do. She thinks of the boy she remembers confessing her love to, but as she brings his face up to the forefront of her mind, those feelings she apparently once felt for him don't come rushing back. Instead, a sense of platonic adoration floods through her.
By the time Allison feels up for some company, it's way passed dinner. Still, she heads for the kitchen in hopes of a late night snack and finds both brothers sitting up and drinking from coffee mugs. No one says a word, but Allison manages a smile when she sees a steaming pot of what she assumes is hot chocolate settled between the brothers. An extra mug is placed alongside the pot and as Allison makes her way towards them, Sam pours her a drink.
No one says anything and the silence is actually quite peaceful.
Allison's sleeping rather peacefully. Well, at least she was.
She's laying on her stomach, her arms tucked beneath her pillow and the bed sheet covering from her lower back on down. She knows that the bunker is secure enough from any threats so she's not really on edge, but there is a presence in her room- a presence that shouldn't be there, especially when she's sleeping.
"Careful.. careful.. careful," someone harshly whispers. Dean, by the sounds of it. "If you wake her, Sammy, so help me.."
Allison's lips curl in her amusement, she pressing her face deeper into her pillow and letting the brothers do whatever it is they're doing while muttering harsh words to each other back and forth. She proceeds to pretend as if she's peacefully sleeping up until a loud pop! sounds and then she immediately flops to her back, eyes wide.
"Dude," Sam groans. "Way to go."
Her gaze darts to Dean after she's done sat up, Dean who's sheepishly smiling at her. Something tells her she'd normally be suspicious of that look, but her attention quickly turns to the fact that Dean has balloons floating at his back and sides, their ribbons tied to his belt loops. Sam, too, has balloons in hand when Allison looks to him for an explanation, but it's then that Allison notices the other balloons occupying her room.
"What the.."
Multi-colored, helium filled balloons cover the entire ceiling of her room- each balloon tied off with a long thin strand of sparkling and curling ribbon that hangs towards the floor- and Allison can't help the sleepy smile that takes over her features. "Guys?"
"Happy Birthday!" Dean cheers guiltily, followed by Sam who not so subtly whacks his brother upside the head. "We were planning some breakfast in bed, but you woke up so you'll just have to have it in the kitchen with us now."
"Um.."
"C-Charlie sent you a few gifts, so I'll go get those." Sam gulps. He pulls the leftover balloons from his belt loops and lets them float on up, his gaze completely avoiding Allison's. After his quick retreat, it's Dean who clues her in after spotting her confused expression.
"Might wanna cover up, sweetheart."
She glances down when Dean gestures towards her and realizes that she's slept in a sports bra, but she doesn't understand why that would spook Sam. Allison shrugs after a silent moment and is slow to crawl out of bed, she finding a light blue plaid button-up to pull on before buttoning only two buttons over her chest. Her yoga shorts are decent enough, so she ignores pants in favor of quickly finger combing her hair until she's actually presentable.
"So.. my birthday?" She asks, yawning. "I didn't know it was today. I wasn't expecting anything."
"Yeah, March nineteenth. It was mostly Charlie's idea," Dean shrugs it off. "She got your birthday from your obituary online before she deleted everything and since she can't be here, Sammy and I happily did what she requested. We didn't know what to get you, so before you decide to make plans of reading through the night, Sammy and I are taking you out for your first legal alcoholic beverage."
Allison rolls her eyes, but she manages a small smile and thank you. She might not have expected anything, but she will admit that the balloon filled room looks quite.. magical. Dean then watches as Allison takes everything in stride, she grinning as the strands from the balloons brush across her face and actually giggles at the sheer amount of balloons.
Sam soon returns with two white rectangular boxes- the bottom one being the thickest- both tied together with a red ribbon. A couple smaller black boxes sit atop of those and numerous gift bags are hanging off of Sam's arm, the stapled bags mocking him (yes, he wanted to see what was inside, but Charlie stapled the bags closed). The gifts are all laid out on Allison's bed and then Sam's pulling out a selfie stick from his back pocket.
"This wasn't wrapped, but there was, uh, a sticky note attached to it. Charlie wants pictures of this moment with us wearing these." The one gift bag that's not stapled closed has a couple birthday party hats and a princess tiara for the birthday girl. Sam smiles as he hands over the tiara and watches as Allison slips it on, only for Dean to reach up and leave it crooked atop her head. Allison leaves it as is and silently urges the brothers to put on their pointed hats. Obliging her for the moment, Sam hands Dean his own blue party hat while Sam keeps the purple one. "Group photo first, then presents?"
"Yes!" Allison beams.
Since it is Allison's day, they decide to cooperate with her wishes. Sam finds her phone on the bedside table and quickly hooks it up to the selfie stick. The brothers stand on either side of Allison and Sam takes control of the stick as Allison instructs him on the angles to use. While they manage a good few photos, there's a whole lot more where one or all of them are laughing at Dean's glowering face in a birthday hat. And then after the group photos, Allison takes turns having her picture taken with each brother to remember this day.
"Okay, okay, that's enough." Dean rips off his party hat and takes a seat at the edge of her bed. "Open up the gifts. I wanna know what Charlie got you."
"Yes, please," Sam chuckles. "Dean's been itching to open them himself even though they're clearly addressed to you."
Allison smiles as she sets aside her phone, she going first for the gift bags. Two pink gift bags that are tied together by the handles end up carrying a wide brown, double buckle belt, and various hair products, lotions, a few make-up supplies and body sprays. A note inside reads:
Dearest Birthday Girl,
Congrats on officially being legal for everything. Not that you're not pretty or anything, but every girl needs a little extra pampering every now and then. Enjoy!
P.S- Don't let Dean near the hair styling products. They're for you.
Dean scoffs and Allison can't help but laugh when he's caught red-handed , already reading the instructions on the bottle of moisturizing leave-in spray.
The next two purple bags contain several graphic tees and another two pairs of jeans, and then Dean's shoving the smaller boxes into Allison's hands. Her smile is radiant when she uncovers a silver necklace with a small arrow hanging from it and several silver rings- one with a black stone, one with two crescent moons, and one being an arrow that makes up the ring itself as it wraps around her finger.
"Oh my," Allison breathes in awe. "Why would she do this for me?"
"I think it's safe to say that Charlie really likes you," Sam says. "Enjoy it."
She takes a moment to make sure none of her sudden grateful tears fall, and then Dean's shoving the two tied boxes towards her. Taking the hint, Allison unties the ribbon and groans at the card beneath it.
Because every girl needs at least one dress.
Indeed, the first box contains a simple blue cotton, scoop neck dress- the sleeves appearing as if they'll stop just above her elbows and the skirt containing a slight flare to it. Beneath the dress is a pair of fishnet tights and Allison gulps, but continues to smile and resettles the lid on the box before moving onto the last one. And inside the biggest box of all is a pair of faux brown leather, knee high wedge boots.
xXx
After gifts, Allison had been treated to pancakes, bacon, eggs and orange juice. She took the opportunity to snap some more pictures seeing as the brothers didn't want her doing much during her big day, and she kept the most memorable ones to later print out.
Dean and Sam seemed to alternate catering to her needs and wants, and Allison whined to them whenever she could. Yes, she adored the fact they did something for her birthday, but she felt bad for pulling them away from their Hunter's work. Of course, that's when Sam explained that the reason he and Dean were taking turns catering to her needs was because one of them was always on the laptop looking for unusual circumstances in the latest news. After that, Allison seemed to soak up the attention and even happily Skyped with Charlie after lunch to thank her for all the lovely gifts to which she learned the dress, the belt, the tights and boots were one outfit.
Allison confessed she didn't know how she'd feel in a dress, but that since Dean and Sam were taking her out, she'd find out later that night. Again, Charlie demanded pictures and Dean groaned in the background about having his picture taken yet again, but Allison promised to do what she could.
By the time seven rolls around and the sky is finally darkening, Dean tells Allison to get ready for her night. In the privacy of her room, she pulls out the most delicate underwear she owns and slips into them. However, she pads into her personal bathroom with her dress and belt on a hanger instead of immediately pulling it on. She takes a couple of minutes to lotion up her body with some coconut lotion, and reluctantly applies some cream foundation to her face before blending it in. She easily applies eyeliner, a bit of dark eye shadow, some lip gloss, and then she deems it safe to pull on the rather clingy material of her dress. She wraps the wide, brown belt around her waist and brushes out her hair before applying some hair styling spray-in that leaves her hair in tamed waves.
Padding back into her bedroom, Allison then slips on her fishnet tights with a slight blush. Her wedge boots bring a smile to face and after checking herself in the mirror to make sure her outfit looks fine, she realizes the fishnet tights aren't so bad.
She makes her way back to the main library where most of their casual talks take place and she finds Sam at one of the tables with weapons laid out before him. Her footfalls alert him to her presence and when he turns to face her, Allison's lips twitch in amusement at the flash of surprise that crosses his features.
"Do you really need that many weapons for a night out?" She asks before he can say anything.
Sam gives her an obvious once over before clearing his throat and turns back around. "Uh, not really. You look great, by the way."
"Thank you." Allison makes her way to the other side of the table, she letting her fingers trail along a couple of blades that are laid out as well. She picks a small one up and passes it from hand to hand, she then tossing it lightly in the air and catching it by it's handle with her right hand. Without thinking, she brings her arm in close and lets the blade fly when she throws her arm out. Sam's eyes widen when it thunks into place, dead center on a random paper target Dean had hung up for the hell of it. "Muscle memory," she sheepishly grins. "I visited the weapon's range when you and Dean were out on the case to try a bow. I'm crap at archery right now, but apparently I can throw a blade."
"Good to know." Sam slowly smiles before shaking his head in disbelief. Allison then tucks her hair behind her ears as she goes to retrieve the blade, she then tucking the blade into her boot as Sam watches on. "Knowing you're armed will bring us some peace of mind."
When she makes it back to the table, he hands her the other blade and she wastes no time in sheathing it in her other boot.
"Oh no, young lady," Dean's voice suddenly booms in the quietness of the room. "You are not going out in that."Sam and Allison turn as one towards Dean who's leaning against a marble pillar, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Allison's legs. "What was Charlie thinking?!"
Sam snorts as he holsters a gun in the back waistband of his jeans, and Allison rolls her eyes. "I can take care of myself, Winchester. Get over it, grab a weapon, and lets get going."
xXx
The place Dean chooses for Allison's birthday is called Johnny's Bar. It looks pretty small on the outside, but the inside is a completely different story.
It's perfectly clean for a bar where motorcycles take up one half of the parking lot and bikers have loudly congregated in small groups just off to the side of said bar. Inside, there are small round wooden tables with stools surrounding a small dance floor and wooden booths line up along the walls. Towards the right of the establishment, there's a small platform stage that houses instruments that are not currently in use and a large jukebox that is in use- the jukebox providing the current music playing rather loudly throughout Johnny's. To the left of the establishment, there's a room that houses three pool tables and a wall of dartboards. And finally towards the back of the establishment, the bar itself is being tended by both men and women.
The clientele of the bar seems to cater to everyone (bikers, businessmen, college kids, and local town-folk that are just there for a drink), but it works for the place. No one is too rowdy, however, that doesn't stop Dean or Sam from flanking Allison when they garner a few curious stares.
"Alright." Dean claps his hands and rubs them together. "First order of the night: food, then drinks. It's been a while since lunch and you don't wanna get liquored up too fast."
"You're the Man with the Plan, Dean. Lead the way." Allison nudges him forward and follows after him with a laugh when he beams at Sam for some reason. And when she glances at Sam towering over her at her side, he grins.
"We read comics when we were younger and had the the time to actually be kids. When you called him the man with the plan, you basically called him Captain America."
She tilts her head as if wracking her brain for who exactly Captain America is, but she doesn't come up with anything. They reach the bar where Dean's at just in time to hear him tell the blonde female bartender that it's Allison's twenty-first, and the female bartender flashes Allison a beaming smile. "Can I see some I.D?"
Smiling politely, Allison gestures at Dean. "He has it," she admits shyly. "No pockets," she then says and smooths her hands down the skirt of her dress when the bartender eyes her funnily. Understanding seems to dawn on her features and after checking Allison's age on the I.D that Dean hands over, the bartender whoops.
"Hey, Johnny!" Blondie hollers. "We got some fresh meat over here!"
Allison blushes a fiery red when a couple other bartenders whoop and glance in Allison's direction, and Dean throws his head back with a laugh. The bartender hands Dean the I.D back and Sam shakes his head in amusement while slinging an arm around Allison's shoulders. A man comes forward then- a tall, round man with a bald head and a dark goatee. The sleeves of his plaid shirt are pushed up to his elbows and tattoos cover his skin from wrist on up until they disappear under the sleeves.
"Fresh meat, you say?" The new guy eyes Allison up and down, a friendly smile completely throwing off the vibe of a man not to be messed with. "Welcome to Johnny's. I'm Johnny and your meal and your first shot is on the house." He reaches under the bar then, pulling out a tequila bottle, a single shot glass, a salt shaker and a small bowl of limes. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
As he pours the tequila into the shot glass, Allison tries her best to not burrow into Sam's side. "A-Allison."
"Well, Allison," Johnny continues to smile. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna lick your hand- the space just above your thumb- and salt it. Then you're gonna lick," he demonstrates by pretending to lick his own hand. "-drink," he then points to the filled shot glass. "-and suck," he finishes explaining by pointing at the lime wedges. "Got it?"
"Mhm." She reluctantly pulls away from Sam and steps up to the bar across from Johnny. She licks her hand as instructed and takes the offered saltshaker, only to salt her hand. Then picking up the shot glass with her other hand, Allison takes a deep breath. She can hear Sam and Dean urging her on with amused chuckles, and then Johnny starts the chant of Al-li-son, Al-li-son, Al-li-son.
He gets louder with each chant and his bartenders join in as well. Soon enough, they have the attention of the entire bar and some of the bikers are rowdily chanting and thumping their empty beer mugs on their tables. Dean's cackling with his phone in hand, recording the whole thing, and Allison throws caution to the wind. She licks the salt from her hand, downs the shot in one go, and sticks the wedge of lime in her mouth to suck out the juice. Mouth twisted in a scowl at the taste of the liquor, Johnny and his bartenders whoop when Allison only coughs once.
"Atta girl," Johnny laughs heartily. "Your meal's on the house, but you gotta pay for other drinks. Happy twenty-first, darling."
"Thank you."
xXx
After Allison's birthday shot, Dean found them a booth to sit down and have their dinner at- cheeseburgers, onion rings and french fries. The brothers have a beer each and Allison starts her night off with a Coke. Dean sits on one side of the booth while Sam and Allison take up the other side. They eat, they chat, and they laugh while Dean tries to sneakily take pictures of herself and Sam sitting together.
After their food's gone, Allison has Dean order her her first long neck bottled beer since he has more experience in the alcohol department. He gets her a cold one and while she wrinkles her nose at the taste, she continues to drink it down anyway.
I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett suddenly blasts from the jukebox and the female bartenders of Johnny's surprisingly show up to their booth to drag Allison to the dance floor. Sam and Dean only encourage the bartenders when Allison tries to play it off as she's too shy to dance in front of everyone, but the bartenders win out and manage to get the birthday girl for one dance.
"I hate you. I hate you both," Allison tiredly laughs after being forced to dance two songs.
She tries pushing Sam closer to the wall, but he's quick to stand and gestures for her to sit. "No, you don't. Now take a seat. The next round is on me."
Allison coos at Sam which earns her a laugh from him before he turns and heads for the bar. When her attention turns to Dean, she catches him staring fondly. "What?"
"What's going on between you and Sammy?"
"W-what?"
Dean quirks an eyebrow at her, her startled expression making him doubt his earlier thoughts. Fortunately, the blush gives her away. "The secret looks and shy glances," he tells her. "I see the touches, Alli. The lingering touches, might I add. I know my brother and I know what those little looks and smiles mean."
"I- what- no," she stammers. "Dean, no. There's nothing going on."
His smile falters and Allison gulps at the sudden serious expression that's taken over his features. "Is it still the other guy? Those feelings come rushing back, too?" Allison tilts her head to the side, chewing on her bottom lip as she mulls over Dean's words. And when it registers with her who he means, her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "'Cause I gotta tell 'ya, kid, if it is then you need to let Sammy know before his little crush gets outta hand."
"Dean, no," she hurriedly says. "It's not that." She tries to tell him more, but Sam returns with three more bottles of beer and a martini glass with pink slush and tiny umbrella in it.
"Uh," Sam laughs as he sets down the martini glass. "Some frat guy at the bar sent this over. He says that he hopes my sister has a wonderful birthday."
Dean snorts and Allison rolls her eyes, a small smile twisting her lips. She barely scoots over as Sam takes his seat and as a result, her thigh is flush with his when he's seated. "Sam, for the next couple of seconds just do as I say."
"What.."
"Put your arm around me."
Dean barks out a short laugh, sipping his beer as his eyes crinkle in amusement at Allison's sudden boldness. Sam's gaze darts between his brother and Allison in shock, he eventually and awkwardly settling his arm around her shoulders and getting comfortable. She snuggles into his side as she picks up the martini glass, she then searching for the frat guy at the bar with a couple of his friends who are watching her. She raises her glass at him with a little smirk before glancing up at Sam and then back at the frat guy with a shrug as if saying sorry, but I'm taken. Apparently, the frat guys don't take a hint if their still leering looks are anything to go by and Allison grumbles beneath her breath.
"Dammit. Sammy, I'm sorry, but don't jerk away from me. Make it believable." She sets down the glass atop the table, Dean chuckling all the while as his younger brother nearly looks like a deer caught in headlights.
"Make what believ-"
The words are barely out of his mouth before he feels a small delicate hand on his cheek- the hand in question turning his face and angling it downward. His eyes widen even more as Allison murmurs a quick apology and then cool, small plump lips are pressing to the corner of his. He tenses beneath her touch, but doesn't pull away and before he knows it, the kiss is over.
Allison blinks owlishly up at him, muttering a quiet, "Oh," and then she's turning back to the frat boys she apparently put the show on for. She smiles sheepishly and when Sam chances them a quick look, the guy who'd bought Allison a drink holds his hands up in mock surrender before moving on to the next unfortunate soul.
Dean's uproarious laughter startles Allison and Sam, and soon enough Allison's blushing and apologizing profusely.
"It's fine.. it's fine," Sam repeats after clearing his throat. Then letting an amused smile quirk the corner of his lips, he meets Allison's gaze. "If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask."
She stammers over more of her words which makes Dean choke on his laughter, and she only manages to get a hold of herself when the amused glint in Sam's gaze turns fond. She rolls her eyes and heaves a sigh, and grabs up her beer. "Shut it, Sam."
xXx
A couple more beers are had throughout the night, and Allison finds herself sinking further and further into her seat or leaning against Sam. After the fourth beer and third shot, and a too loud toast to Team Resurrected, Dean and Sam cut her off and start plying her with water.
Dean keeps fiddling with his phone and grinning, and it eventually reminds Allison of her own phone- her phone which she quickly realizes she doesn't have. And suddenly wanting her phone in hand, Allison starts pushing at Sam. "Move.. move!" She says. "I think I left my phone in the car."
Dean scoffs. "Really? We've been in here for hours and you barely realized you don't have it?"
"Well excuse me for not having pockets. I had it nestled behind my belt, but it must have slipped out."
Deans huffs, but continues to drink and Sam takes a stand. "Grab your phone and come right back in. Don't linger to go through it outside."
"Yes, yes, I know. Stranger danger and all that. I'm a big girl, Sammy."
Allison eventually makes her escape outside, she surprisingly keeping her wits about her thanks to the water Dean and Sam had made her drink. The second she steps outside, however, goosebumps break out along the flesh of her arms and she has an uneasy feeling that she's being watched. Shaking it off quickly, she easily finds the Impala in the parking lot, and happily waves and chuckles as several bikers cheer when they see the birthday girl. Climbing into the backseat of Dean's car, she finds her phone on the floorboard and nearly halfway under Sam's seat. Unlocking it, she finds several messages from Charlie and remembers that Sam told her not to linger. However, as Allison slips her phone into her bra just until she can get back to her seat inside and starts heading back towards the bar, she hears a commotion off to the darkened side of the bar.
She comes to a slow halt, frowning when the others outside don't hear what she's hearing. She hears what appears to be a struggle and just when she decides it's none of her business, she hears what she thinks is a woman yelping and crying. And not one for liking violence against women, Allison decides to see just what the hell's going on. She walks to the darkened, less populated part outside of the bar and follows the noise. It takes her to just around the side where dumpsters are nearly overflowing with trash, but the noises have apparently stopped. Dread fills her stomach and her instincts are telling her to run, but before she can even stumble three steps back, an invisible force is picking her up off her feet and slamming her into the wall of the bar.
The air seems to whoosh from her lungs, and her arms and legs are frozen in place.
A man in a crisp black and white business suit steps out from the shadows, a sinister smile stretching across his lips as his hands clasp together in front of him. He's unfamiliar, but when he blinks his eyes, Allison can't keep the gasp in when she sees his eyes flicker to a pitch black. "Demon," she breathes out in fear.
"Miss Argent," the man coos. "Oh how Belial's missed you." Allison gulps, her eyes widening before she starts struggling against a force she has no chance of overcoming.
"No. No, no, no."
"Yes, yes, yes," he mocks. "You wouldn't believe how the great Belial has fallen, whining and pouting like a petulant child about losing his favorite little screamer." Tears burn Allison's eyes and the demon smirks. "Tell me, child, what makes you so special to have the angel brigade stage a rescue? You're not secretly a Winchester, are you?"
Her throat seems to close up, she praying that Dean and Sam realize she hasn't come back inside yet. Stalling seems her only option, so she gathers what little courage she currently has and spits in the face of the demon before her. However, he merely laughs at her little rebellion and wipes the spit from his face.
"If you won't give me answers, then I'll just have to take them." The man tilts his head back slightly, letting his mouth gape open and Allison chokes back a sob when she sees black smoke start to spill from between his lips. The smoke dances towards her own mouth and nose, but it seems to hit an invisible wall before it can enter her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she has only a second before the demon is back in it's original vessel and glowering at her. "Impossible," he frowns. Black eyes slide down from her face to her neck and stops just above her cleavage. He smirks and reaches forward, grabbing the anti-possession necklace in hand and yanks it from her neck. Allison cries out and the demon nearly purrs. "That's better. Lets try that again."
This time, Allison screams as he fills her body with such a vile presence, but her voice cuts out when she feels herself lose all sense of control. She's looking out from her own eyes, watching as the demon lifts her hands and turns them over as if checking out the merchandise. And still, she can't do anything.
Her own hands slide up her stomach to cup her breasts, then they're moving down her body and Allison screams inside her mind for him to stop. "Mmmm. I wonder why I haven't possessed a female sooner."
Allison hears a gun cock a moment later, but the demon merely chuckles. As it turns, Allison spots both Dean and Sam looking murderous- Dean aiming the gun and Sam holding a wicked looking dagger.
"Let her go, asshole." Dean demands.
The demon laughs and makes Allison's hips swivel seductively. "Hmm, I don't think I will," he taunts the Winchesters. "You see, this meat suit is so.. perky." As he says the last word, he starts sliding Allison's hands up towards her chest again and Sam takes a threatening step forward.
"Stop.. or I'll kill you."
"Somehow I don't think you will," the demon chuckles. "You see, I know all now," he says while tapping Allison's temple. "Little Argent may or may not have a thing for you, Winchester, and I think you have a thing for her, too. Too bad for you, though, because Belial misses his favorite little human. I'm thinking he'll rather enjoy my gift."
The three of them seem to come to a standstill as the demon smirks at them with Allison's features, and having had enough Sam starts chanting. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas.."
The demon snarls at Sam, bending at the waist as if in pain only to pull a blade free from Allison's boot and hold it to her neck. "Stop right there, Samuel, or I'll slit her pretty little throat from ear to ear."
Sam stops.
"Leave the girl.. or you won't like the consequences," is accompanied with the flutter of wings. The demon snarls again and whirls around only to find Castiel stepping out from the shadows and glaring at him. The demon stumbles to the side, putting Allison's back at the wall so he can keep an eye on both the Winchesters and the angel.
"You goddamn Winchesters and your angels. You never play fair."
The demon glares at all three individuals before throwing Allison's head back and trying to flee, but Castiel does a neat little trick of grasping the demon smoke and forcing it back into it's original lifeless vessel. Then as the man struggles under Castiel's grasps, the angel smites him.
The second Allison is free of the demon and comes to her senses, she collapses and gasps for breath as Sam and Dean race to her. Sam is there first to help her stand and the second Allison gets enough of her wits about her, she leans into Sam while muttering, "I'm taking a page out of the Winchester handbook of Hunting. I'm getting that damn anti-possession tattoo."