On the drive home, Allison keeps waking with her heart pounding yet aching at the same time. Her memories of Scott are flooding her and she doesn't know what to think of them. At times, she'll sit awake in the backseat to try and make sense of it, but it's no use. And since Dean has driven straight through the night, Allison soon climbs out of the car with barely a smile directed at the brothers and holes up in her room only to fall into a deep sleep.

Come morning, Allison knows everything she once knew about Scott McCall. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess and she's just so confused about everything. Scott McCall is the apparent love of her life- hell, she felt the love she had for Scott in her dreams- but when she woke, that same feeling just wasn't there when she thought of him.

Not knowing what to make of her memories or emotions, Allison wakes, showers and gets dressed. However, not feeling up for much of anything, she throws on a loose tank over a sports bra, jeans shorts, and a pair of knee-high dark gray socks with three white stripes above the knee. She pads into the kitchen, flipping on lights and preparing herself some breakfast seeing as the brothers are still asleep, so she only just makes enough food for herself.

After the food is consumed, Allison numbly places all her dishes in the sink and heads to one of the smaller libraries of the bunker where a small cozy couch resides.

xXx

Dean wakes only to find the bunker oddly quiet. Sam's usually up by now and if not, then Allison was. She proved to be an early riser- something which Dean was annoyed by when staying in motels- but again, the bunker is quiet.

Doing a little search, he stops by Allison's room and finds it empty. The bed was obviously slept in and the clothes strewn atop the bed leads Dean to believe Allison was already up for the day. The kitchen is the same, quiet, but the dirty dishes proved she'd already been by. And wondering just where the hell their little charge had gotten off to, Dean starts a pot of coffee while searching for her- he deciding to start from the very lowest floor of the bunker and working his way up.

The garage and the weapon's range turn up empty, there being no sign she was there. There's too many rooms to search through and a maze of hallways that Dean dreads looking through, so he stops by the kitchen for coffee first before continuing on his trek. Luckily for him, however, he doesn't have to search far.

Dean ends up finding Allison in one of the smaller libraries, she sitting on the couch and staring off into space. Her knees are tucked up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs and her chin resting on one knee. He leans against the door jamb and just watches her, he finishing off his coffee and frowning when she doesn't realize that he's standing there. Teary eyes blink slowly and dread fills his stomach. He's not awake enough for a chick flick moment. So coming a decision, Dean discretely leaves without being noticed and wakes Sam.

His brother is more equipped for crying females.

xXx

Allison's lost in her memories when a throat clears and startles her so bad that she jerks in reaction. Sam's grinning at her and she discreetly tries to wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks. She fails.

"What's wrong?" Sam's amused expression immediately turns to one of worry as he steps further into the room.

"Nothing," she blurts. "Nothing. It's.. it's nothing."

He takes a seat next to her on the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion so he can angle his body towards her. "Doesn't look like nothing to me," he tells her. "Dean was by here earlier, you know. Said you were too distracted to even notice his presence." Allison frowns and Sam takes that as confirmation that she really was as distracted as his brother said. "What's going on, Alli?"

And whether it be the actual concern etched into his features or the nickname she's noticed that Dean and Sam have taken on for her, Allison caves. "I remembered."

Sam's eyebrows meet his hairline, but Allison quickly averts her gaze while wrapping her arms tighter around her legs. "Remembered what exactly?" He wonders. "More stuff about the werewolves?"

"Not.. exactly," she sighs. A few seconds of tense silence pass and then she tells him. "I remembered.. him. Scott. The one that I called my first love."

"Oh." Another few seconds pass. "Oh!"

Allison glances at him only to end up giggling at Sam's startled expression, her amusement slowly dying as everything dawns on her once more. "On the drive home, I slept and dreamt of him. I didn't.. it didn't all make sense, but I know all about Scott McCall now and how we were actually broken up when I died. I think I was actually dating someone else."

"But Scott was your first love," Sam murmurs. "You never really get over those." A look of understanding passes briefly and then he's smiling at her reassuringly, though it almost looks forced. "So you got some memories back. Why the tears?"

She sighs. "It's just.. every time my death replayed over and over in my dreams, and I heard myself call Scott the love of my life.. I guess I just expected for him to still be the love of my life." She frowns at her own explanation, the space between her brows creasing as she tries to explain again. "I mean, in my dreams, I could feel the love I had for him. But when I woke, that love wasn't there. I don't feel that overwhelming sensation of love when I think of Scott McCall now. There's only fondness- a sense of platonic adoration- and I guess I'm just mourning what could have been, you know? Or what was."

"Well, it could be because you haven't seen him in so long," Sam grins at her. "Just give it time, Allison. I'm sure when you eventually go home and lay eyes on Scott that all that love will come rushing back."

"I don't know, Sam. Even if my feelings did rush back, it's been years. I wouldn't- I won't ruin anyone's life. As long as he's happy, I'll be happy."

"You're.. one of the most selfless people I've ever met, Allison Argent." She gives him a teary smile, and Sam chuckles softly before scooting back against the back of the couch and lifting his arm to drape it around her shoulders. "Now, tell me about Scott," he says while bringing her closer into his side. "I wanna know all about this great love of yours."

She snorts softly and then sniffles, she burrowing into his side while nuzzling her head against his shoulder. "Scott is- he was the most adorable boy I'd ever met. He literally had those puppy dog eyes that were irresistible."

"Sounds like every father's worst nightmare."

Allison laughs, she curling tighter. "Well, there are some jumbled memories of Scott sitting through dinner with who I guess is my family. He looked nervous, but I don't think they adored him too much after it turned out he was a werewolf."

Sam snorts, not bothering to ask how a hunter and a werewolf ended up together, and luckily Allison decides to explain anyway. "He was bitten the night before I made my appearance at school. He.. he hid what he was and had tried to find a way to cure himself. Only, there was no cure. From what I remember, he defied his alpha- why? I can't really remember, but he did- and he eventually became an alpha himself."

"Really? How did that happen?"

"With these werewolves, there's three ways to become an alpha. You either inherit the power from a family member when they pass, you kill an alpha to steal it's power, or you rise to it. Scott had all the traits, he made all the right decisions, and he tried his best to be a good person. You see, Scott didn't care about power. He only cared about people.

"There was.. there was a huge fight, I think, and Scott just rose to the occasion as an alpha the moment he needed the power the most. It was a bit of a shock for us, but he took the power in stride."

"Huh." Sam grins, his cheek eventually pressing against the top of Allison's head. Getting comfortable, he urges her on. "So how does one actually date a werewolf? Are the dates normal?"

Allison laughs again while lightly poking Sam in his side. "Yes, the dates were normal. He snuck us into an ice rink after hours for our first date. It was sweet."

"Breaking and entering was sweet?" Now it's Sam turn to laugh. "Who would've known that illegal activities warmed your heart. I'll have to remember that for later." The last part is murmured way too softly, but Allison still hears it. She grins to where he can't see it and even though his words have caused her heart to beat double, she melts against his side.

"I also tased him."

"Of course you did."

"Totally his fault," she then muses. "I was in the woods and was being followed. It's not my fault he snuck up on me."

"Is there a memory that doesn't involve illegal activities or violence?"

"That I can recall? No." Allison frowns, she pulling back and sitting up a little bit. Her brow furrows and she bites the bottom corner of her lip. "The place where we lived.. I think- it feels like I was always fighting. However, there is one memory of Scott that I think I'll cherish forever."

"Yeah? What's that?"

Allison's smile forces a dimple to emerge, her eyes glittering in amusement now rather than grief. "It was a school dance. Scott got banned for some reason, but he snuck in to have a dance with me. He got spotted by a teacher, I think, and the teacher chased him around the gym. Only Scott was a quick thinker and started dancing with a boy, so when the teacher yelled what the hell do you think you're doing everyone stopped and glared, and the teacher got super flustered because everyone thought the teacher was yelling at two boys dancing together. Scott ended up staying, but I can't remember what happened after that."

"Now that sounds like a person I want to know."

With the memory fresh on her mind, Allison laughs sounds loud around the room. And the rather confused, yet amused, expression Sam is sporting makes her laugh harder.

"Oh, good. Is it safe to enter? Chick flick moment finally over?" Dean's head pops in from around the corner and Sam waves him on in. "What happened to her?"

"She remembered Scott," Sam shrugs. "Apparently he made a teacher seem homophobic during a school dance he was banned from. I guess it was one of those you had to be there moments."

Dean laughs. "Awesome." Allison's laughter eventually tapers off and she wipes the tears of mirth from her eyes. Though once she's settled and her gaze darts between one brother and the other, her smile starts taking a turn into frown-ville. "Aw, come on," Dean groans. "I spoke too soon, didn't I? Stop frowning."

She tries to smile, she really does, but all that does is make her frown that much more disheartening. "I'm sorry," she chuckles as she wipes away the tears before they can fall. "It's just- I don't- God, why is this so hard?!" She groans.

Sam and Dean share a look of confusion, both brothers staring at Allison expectantly now.

"Spit it out, kid," Dean remarks.

She nods, wiping at her eyes and sniffling. "It's just, my memories are coming back. They're actually resurfacing and I didn't know they'd come back this fast."

"And? This is a good thing."

Allison blinks, her stare on Dean though Sam sees the sudden flash of hurt that flashes briefly. "This is a good thing, right? Allison?"

Her teary gaze meets Sam and she shrugs. "I don't know. At first, I thought I'd just leave once I knew who I was and where I was from. But then why does the thought of leaving you or Dean hurt? I call the bunker home now. What if I don't want to leave?"

"Kid," Dean starts and then sighs. He takes a moment, rubbing the palm of his hand down his face. "As much as we'd like, we can't just keep you. You have family. Friends, even! You have a whole life just waiting for you and-"

"But what if I don't feel the same? What if I remember my life and I don't want that anymore? What if I prefer this new home with the two men who took me in?" Dean looks surprised at her barrage of questions and Sam just looks on with something close to pity. "I remember Scott, Dean. I remember the love of my life and I.. I adore him, but I'm not in love with him. I know these are all what if's and I guess- I guess I'm just scared I won't fit in with them anymore after everything I've been through. And you two," she says, glancing between them once more. "-I'm not sure-"

"You're not sure if you'll be welcomed after your whole memory is restored," Sam finishes, guessing her conclusion.

A moment of tense silence follows and Allison shifts uncomfortably in a moment of uncertainty. Sam and Dean share another look when Allison's not paying them any attention, and Sam's the first to break the silence.

"Allison," he says, reaching out and grasping her hands in his. He pulls on her arms until she meets his gaze and then he grins at her. "We're not just going to pawn you off the second you remember everything. Yes, you'll have to face your family and friends, but I think I speak for both Dean and myself when I say that if you want to stick around for a little while longer to get your head on straight, we'll be happy to see your hunting skills in action."

"Really?"

"Of course." This time, it's Dean who's doing the reassuring. "After all, Team Resurrected has to stick together."