Energy dwindling, Allison stumbles several steps back while keeping her hands up to block the next attack. Sweat is dripping down from her hairline, the hair hanging from her ponytail plastered to the back of her neck. She quickly blocks a wild punch by crossing both her forearms just to the left of her face, but as she pushes back with all her weight she loses her footing and ends up turning so her back is to her attacker. An arm wraps around her from behind, her attacker's forearm pressing against her windpipe while her attacker's other hand grabs at the back of her head so she's in a choke hold.
Seconds pass with her struggling and the lack of oxygen is starting to become a problem, so as a last second effort, Allison presses back on her tiptoes before letting her weight drop forward in hopes of pulling her attacker over her back to toss him onto his own. But as she's too weak, she has no such luck.
"Un-uncle!" She taps out.
Sam laughs and lets her go, and Allison stumbles forward only to bend at the waist and rest her hands on bended knees. "That's now six tap outs."
"Yeah, well, it'd be easier if you weren't so tall," she pants.
"The bad guys come in all shapes and sizes, Alli. It's okay to admit that you're a bit rusty."
"Shut your face. Let's go again."
Sam's amusement grows, but he does as she's requested. He gets back into an attacker's stance as Allison takes a moment to catch her breath. When ready, Allison centers herself and then stands to her full height, she giving a terse nod to signify her readiness.
Sam lunges, he striking out with his fists that Allison readily blocks with her forearms. He advances which makes her retreat, but Allison's smart and leads Sam around the room instead of being backed into a corner.
"Stop. Holding. Back!" Allison grunts with each swing.
She kicks out, aiming for Sam's groin which makes him stumble back before she can connect. She jumps forward, using the palm of her hand to powerfully thrust forward so it connects harshly with the center of his chest. The breath whooshes out of Sam at the hard hit and it's his turn to fall back as Allison advances. She swings with such accuracy, but Sam is perfect at blocking each hit towards his head and ribs. However, given their height differences, it leaves him vulnerable to hits to his kidneys and groin.
She ends up utilizing the fact that Sam's afraid of being hit in the groin with her knees, and Allison laughs as she pushes him back further.
"Alright, that's enough out of you."
The next time Allison attempts a punch to the chest, Sam catches one of her wrists. She startles at the sudden change and lashes out with her other fist, but Sam catches that one, too. He pushes back on her upper body, bending her backwards while hooking a foot behind her left ankle to trip her and knock her own. But when he releases her wrists so she falls on her own, Allison surprises him clasping her hands together behind his neck and dragging him down with her.
Using gravity and all her might, Allison falls back into a roll with a brief little jump and presses her feet into Sam's stomach to send him rolling over her. She manages to toss him over and onto his back, and as she continues to roll with their momentum, he lands with an oomph! and she lands sloppily sprawled atop him with surprised laughter. Allison's quick to scramble in position so she's straddling his stomach and pins his own wrists to the ground by his head.
Chest heaving, she laughs triumphantly and wiggles in victory. Only when she glances down at Sam in all his sweaty glory, she finds that his pupils are blown a little too wide for their sparring activity. Not only that, but he's having trouble keeping eye contact with her and she finds that his stare keeps dropping to her lips and chest that's contained merely in a sports bra.
"Sam..?" She gulps.
Startled, his gaze darts up to meet hers. "Yeah?"
There's not an ounce of shame in his expression and when his gaze slips down to her lips once more and she subconsciously licks at her bottom lip, he mirrors the act. She shifts again when she feels him bending his knees at her back to plant his feet on the floor, and it's then she realizes just how their position might look like to an onlooker. The temperature seems to get a little warmer and thick tension seems to cloud the air between them.
This time it's Allison who glances at Sam's lips and it's she who seems to lean a little closer to him as her grip on his wrists tighten, but before anything can be done about the moment the two found themselves in..
Dean walks in.
"Come on," the elder Winchester groans. Allison's attention snaps up to find him standing in the doorway of the small gym, a large black trunk at his feet. "I really didn't need to know my brother was such a submissive."
Sam surprisingly laughs as Allison flushes red, she eventually hanging her head and sliding off of Sam before standing to her feet. She offers Sam a hand up and he accepts it, but instead of letting go right away his grip lingers seconds longer than what's considered normal. Giving Allison's hand a reassuring squeeze, she meets his gaze only to find Sam giving her a fond grin before letting go and clearing his throat as he makes his way towards Dean.
"What's in the trunk?"
Dean shrugs. "Not sure. Charlie called and told me to meet her halfway. Said it was an order of Alli's."
"Oh." Allison suddenly perks up, forgetting her embarrassment. "It came in already!?"
"Uh, what came in?"
"Bring it in!" She completely ignores Dean's question and sets out to wipe the sweat from her face and body, and to chug a bottle of water. Sam meets Dean's grumpy stare and shrugs, and Dean huffs before picking the trunk back up and walking it further into the room only to set it on one of the side tables. "I, uh, I know you guys are well stocked up on weapons, but this is some stuff you didn't have."
Intrigued, Dean immediately sets out to open the trunk. Sam stands to his brother's left and Allison's hops up on the table to Dean's right.
"Where did you get this stuff?" Dean asks, pulling out jars of black powder and handing it to Sam to inspect, he then pulling out case after case of silver bullets.
"And what exactly is this stuff?" Sam frowns, opening a jar to take a whiff of the powder.
"This," Allison says, picking up another jar of black powder, "is mountain ash. Mountain ash works like salt for the supernatural. Line the doors, windows, or make a circle of it and a supernatural creature can't cross it."
Dean grins. "Nice."
"And this," she says, picking up jars of a faint yellow powder and purple powder, "is powdered wolfsbane. Depending on which species you use and the amount, it can be lethal to a werewolf."
"Excellent."
She chuckles at Dean's enthusiasm, she then pointing to the bullets and opening up a compartment to show off some arrow tips. "All these are pure silver and infused with both mountain ash and wolfsbane. Whatever you shoot, they're in for a world of excruciating pain, so shoot wisely."
"Not that we don't appreciate this, but where did you get all of this?" Sam wonders. "And how did you pay for it?" He pulls out what appears to be a small solar yard lamp and Allison swipes it from his grasp.
"My dad." Both brothers tense and jerk their attention to Allison, eyes slightly widened. "Oh, relax. I'm definitely not ready for my past yet which is why I had Charlie reach out. She's been reaching out to several Hunting communities and sharing only a fraction of her knowledge so they know she's the real deal. They then eventually led her to my dad's online shop of goodies- the website I had already given to her since I remembered about it, along with a list of what I wanted- and she ordered for me. It was a bit pricey, so I'm definitely in her debt for a long while."
"Oh. Okay." Sam and Dean take a moment to let everything sink in, Sam then gesturing to the odd device still in her hands. "So what's that?"
Allison smiles as her gaze falls to it, her fingers already searching for the button she knows is on there. Pressing it, her smile blossoms as a blue-white light pulses. "It's a sonic emitter. Right now, it's emitting a sound that's painful to a werewolf's ear. You can either drive them away or use it to corral a werewolf to where you want it. It's only a matter of where you place the emitter if you want to corral it to a specific location."
"Oh man," Dean chuckles, a smile slowly blossoming. "I'm liking your decision to stay with us more and more. I can't wait to try some of this stuff out."
Allison gets a couple days of rest and roams around the bunker while re-familiarizing herself with numerous weapons. Dean's in and out of the bunker, but Allison nor Sam pay him any mind. Although on the third day he returns, he bursts into the bunker and startles both Allison and Sam who had sat near one another and were skimming through books.
"Hey, lovebirds, get yourselves together and pack a bag. I've got a us a gig and we're on a short time limit here. There's a wraith only two towns over in that Old Folk's Community and we need to kill it tonight before they lose another person."
"A wraith?" Sam asks, gently tapping at Allison's ankle to move- her feet having been perched on the edge of his seat. "How did you figure that out?"
Dean shrugs. "I got bored. I looked around, did my own investigating. Figured this hunt we can finally see our little Argent in action."
At Dean's waggling eyebrows, Allison snorts and starts closing books to put away. "Of course, you did. Am I in any sort of rush or can I go get dressed in proper gear?"
"Proper gear, but don't take too much time."
Allison nods and as Sam continues to question his brother about what they're getting into, she takes her leave to go get dressed and pick out her weapons.
xXx
"So what exactly am I getting myself into here?" Allison asks, strapping Chinese dagger rings to her thighs.
Dean and Sam had scoffed at her all black outfit, but it was she who had laughed at their plaid and denim. Though she would obviously stick out like a sore thumb in the daylight and the brothers would blend in, it was she who looked the more professional of the three with her quiver strapped to her back, daggers holstered to her thigh and a bow in hand. Luckily for her, however, they wouldn't be heading out until the sun was long gone.
"Probably one hell of a fight," Dean says.
"You're gonna wanna keep an eye out for a spike that's located at the wraith's wrist. It'll be looking to puncture you in a weak spot behind your ear," Sam tells her, shifting in his seat so he's looking into the backseat. "Since wraith's feed on brain fluids, the spike injects high doses of dopamine to make your brain more.. delicious, I guess."
"Gross."
"Yep," Dean nods. "Also, if you get your hands on the spike, snap it in half. They're easily breakable."
"Got it."
They continue to drive on with Dean's music playing low, and it isn't until they're entering the gated community that something dawns on Allison.
"Uh, not be a downer, but how exactly are we going to find the wraith? If we're waiting for screams, we'll most likely be too late and if we continue creeping around in the car, someone's bound to call the cops or the community guard on us."
"Told you, guys," Dean huffs. "I did the research. I already know which house the wraith will be hitting up." At Sam and Allison's silence, he rolls his eyes. "The community's already had two deaths. I've checked hospital records and came up with the name of an elderly man who's been suspiciously sick and had dopamine in his system when it shouldn't be there. And get this," he continues on, getting excited as he lays out the answers he worked hard to get on his own. "They have an in-home nurse. A nurse in which the wife of the sickly man isn't quite fond of and says that the woman is a monster, but no officials are taking her seriously because she's old and is showing signs of dementia."
"Poor lady," Allison mumbles.
The car soon crawls to a stop and the car's occupants are left staring up at a small two-story home. Allison's worried about how they're going to get inside and if this supposed nurse actually is the monster Dean thinks she is, but as soon as the car is parked it's a whirlwind of activity.
The Winchesters make breaking and entering seem like it's just any other day and not an illegal activity, and Allison soon finds herself standing in a dark kitchen while the brothers immediately start snooping about.
"Guys?" She murmurs. "I'm not sure I'm okay with this."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks.
"Breaking and entering," she clarifies. "And the fact that we don't know for sure that this nurse is the monster we're looking for."
"Look, I'm sure," Dean huffs. "And the breaking and entering should be a piece of cake. I mean, you're a hunter. I'm sure you've been plenty of places you weren't supposed to be before."
"Well, yeah," Allison admits. "But the places we broke into were always empty. There wasn't an elderly couple sleeping upstairs and ready to call the cops on us."
Sam suddenly looks uneasy and Dean groans. "It's fine, okay? We'll save the couple, kill the wraith and then be on our merry way. The couple will be so grateful that we saved their lives, you won't have to worry about any cops."
Allison frowns and Sam sidles up to her, nudging her arm and offering her a small smile. She returns it and continues to look around.
Sam and Dean are the only two with flashlights, so Allison follows behind them with her bow gripped tight in hand. They stumble upon a guest room- an empty guest room which appears lived in- and Dean mumbles about the whereabouts of the nurse. And just as Allison's about to question again whether or not the nurse is their suspect, glass shatters and a feminine yelp freezes the three hunters.
"No. Please, don't! HELP!" There's another yelp before the voice in question goes quiet, and then a rather loud groan meets their ears all the way downstairs.
"Still think this nurse," Dean asks, gesturing around the room, "isn't the one we need to gank?"
Allison rolls her eyes as Dean rushes by her to take the stairs two at a time. Sam gestures for her to follow and Allison quickly reaches behind her head for an arrow to nock it. They thunder up the steps just in time to hear Dean fire bullet after bullet followed by another surprised yelp.
Inside the bedroom, Dean's ejecting the magazine from his gun and reaching for another in the back waist band of his jeans. There's an elderly man in bed, obviously weak and delirious as he tries to reach for his elderly wife who's slumped over in the chair next to their bed. A blonde woman in a white scrubs sneers and steps towards Dean, but Allison lets her arrow fly.
The arrow whistles, passes right in front of the blonde's face just to startle her and give Dean enough time to reload. But instead of startling, the woman merely ducks beneath the protruding arrow in the wall and backhands Dean before turning her attention on Sam and Allison.
Where the woman has stopped, there's a vanity with an oval mirror right next to her. And to prove her monster status- if sending Dean flying with a single hit wasn't enough- Allison catches a glimpse of the true rotting face of the wraith in the mirror's reflection.
Nocking another arrow, Allison steps further into the room to keep the wraith's attention on her. "Get the couple out of here," Allison tells Sam. But as Sam moves to do so, the wraith hisses at him and he stumbles back.
Allison looses another warning arrow, this one nicking the wraith's bicep and burning it since Allison's arrow-tips are pure silver. As the wraith hisses, Sam lunges for the elderly couple to make sure they're alright.
The wraith lunges at Allison then, catching the huntress in surprise and yanking the bow from Allison's grasp. The two of them struggle and grapple with one another, and only separate when the spike at the wraith's wrist unsheathes itself in defense.
"Have it your way then," Allison sneers as she eyes the spike warily. Blindly, she reaches for the holsters at her thighs and unsheathes two Chinese ring daggers. Her index fingers curl through the loops, she flipping and twirling the daggers expertly before gripping them tight and falling into a fighting stance.
The wraith swings first and Allison easily blocks the creature's blows. It's not much of a fight, not really, and the wraith seems to be solely relying on her spike to seriously injure Allison. But when the spike snags on Allison's jacket, she remembers when Dean said the spikes were easily breakable. So Allison quickly releases one dagger and grips the spike in hand instead, she then snapping it with a victorious little grin.
The wraith screeches and Allison takes the opportunity to use the other dagger and drive it up beneath the creature's chin. Sam suddenly pulls her back and Allison quickly scrambles for her bow when the wraith still lives, she then nocking an arrow and loosing the silver-tipped projectile into the wraith's heart.
As the wraith slumps dead, Allison's left panting and adrenaline still burning in her veins. Sam is back to checking on the elderly couple since the woman seems to finally be coming to, and she cries in relief when Sam unties her and assures her everything's fine- that she and her husband are safe. When the woman then stands and stumbles over to the bed to be with her husband, Sam strides back up to Allison and pulls her into a fierce hug.
She melts into his embrace, sighing out and letting the tension ease from her muscles. "That was some really nice dagger work you had going on," he quietly muses.
Allison snorts. "Yeah? You enjoy the show?"
"Definitely."
Allison chuckles and Dean takes that moment to groan and finally wake. As he sits up and looks around the room, his gaze stops on Allison and Sam who are still in quite the eyebrow raising embrace. "Ugh," Dean then mumbles as he pushes himself up to his feet and refuses to tease his brother and Allison right now. "Did I miss the entire fight?"
"Yep." She grins. "I was spectacular. You're on dinner duty for the next week since you went down like a sack of potatoes with only a single hit."
"Hey! It was a hard hit, okay?"
"Mhm."
"Whatever. Lets just go. The monster's dead, the civilians are good and I'm hungry. I need pie."
"Of course, you do." Sam rolls his eyes. "I'm driving."