The day of Sam's birthday, May 2nd, dawns bright and early. As agreed upon by both Dean and Allison several days before, the two of them were going to act as if it were just any other day and go about their usual activities. And after the sun had set, the two then planned to drag Sammy to the nearest bar or club to ensure the youngest Winchester had a good night.

They eat breakfast together, ignoring Sam's expectant expression of them acknowledging what day it was and go on with their day. They smile, they laugh and they search the web and newspapers for any sign of a hunt they could go on.

Allison texted Charlie in favor of video calling in case she mentioned Sam's birthday and ruined their surprise plans, and Allison nearly caved a couple of times when she saw Sam's excited expression every time he thought they'd remembered just what the day was. And it was only when the sun started to set that Dean finally put his brother out of his misery.

"Alright, Sammy," he says, clamping his hands down on his brother's shoulders since Sam was seated. "Go shower, change into some nicer clothes and get ready for a night to remember."

"What?"

"Get your ass in the shower, bitch. We're going out for your birthday."

Sam gapes and it's then Allison pops out from behind Dean's back. "Surprise!" She laughs. "I'm so sorry we didn't say anything soon. We had a plan."

Sam's speechless for a few seconds before a smile breaks out, he chuckling as Allison leans around Dean to hug him as best as she could.

The brothers and Allison then go their separate ways, everyone showering and getting dressed for the night's activities. And then when they all meet back up, Allison mockingly glares at them and dares them to say something about her chosen outfit for the night- a dark floral print dress with a dark leather jacket thrown atop it. Suede chunky heeled boots fit snugly on her feet, an arrow necklace wraps around her throat and several silver stacking rings adorn her right index finger.

Dean and Sam wear their usual plaid shirts beneath their jackets, jeans and boots, though their clothing looks a lot nicer than what they usually wear.

As they head out for the night, Allison stalls them before they can settle down into the Impala. She mumbles about forgetting her phone and as Sam pauses just a few steps in front of her, she hurriedly digs her hand into her jacket pocket. Pulling her fist free, she makes a gesture of throwing something in the air only for chunky glitter to come raining down atop Sam's head.

Shocked, Sam can only stare dumbfounded while Dean full-on laughs at his sparkling brother and Allison produces her phone from her other jacket pocket. Giggling, she says, "I'm so sorry, but Charlie sends her happy wishes for the birthday boy. She wanted me to ambush you on her behalf since she couldn't be here."

Dean's still on laughing as Allison snaps pic after pic, Sam finally sighing and smiling as he looks down upon himself. "Dude, I don't know why you're laughing," he tells his brother. "I still have to sit in your car. The glitter is gonna get everywhere."

At that, Dean stops laughing and instead glares at Allison. "You're cleaning Baby in the morning."

xXx

Instead of going to one of the usual dingy bars they're used to hanging out at, Dean drives them into a rather populated city and to an actual night club called Club Bliss. There's a decent crowd outside waiting to get in and the music thumps loud and clear even outside. Neon lights light up the front of the building and at the windows at the very top of the building, flashing lights inside can be seen.

Dean quickly parks and locks up, and instead of standing at the end of the line he leads them up to the very front. Sam and Allison are hesitant to follow, but apparently Dean had really planned ahead and one of the bouncers smirk as Dean approaches him- the bouncer then letting the three of them in without even batting an eye. Several club-goers groan, but the bouncer pays them no mind as he tells Dean, Sam and Allison to have a good time.

Allison's the only one to check her jacket almost as soon as they enter the establishment, she being grateful that her dress came with pockets so she could keep her ID and phone on her. Sam and Dean refuse to leave their jackets behind for reasons, and Allison just shrugs it off before excitedly dragging the brothers towards the blaring music.

"You'd think it was her birthday," Dean grins, talking over the music.

Sam shrugs. "Fine by me."

As Allison drags Sam along, weaving through the swaying bodies to find a table just on the outskirts of the dance floor, Dean heads over to the bar to get them their drinks. They find a standing table among the crowded place and snag it before anyone else can. When Dean finds them standing nearly hip to hip as they speak directly into each other's ear to be heard over the music, he places three long neck bottled beers on the table as well as three clear drinks in small glass tumblers with flashes cubes at the bottom of each drink.

"Don't judge me," Dean then scoffs. "This is how they serve their Vodka."

"If you say so," Allison laughs.

The music is nothing Dean and Sam are used to, and they even grimace at what the kids deem music now-a-days, but Allison is just soaking up the atmosphere. The smile has not left her face since they first set foot into the club and the brothers don't have it in them to mock the place too much.

They only drink the one shot each, but keep the tumblers and dancing cubed lights on the table just for the hell of it. They drink a couple more beers, however, and it isn't long before Dean's eyeing a female clubber and lets himself be dragged to the dance floor. Allison's giggling and swaying and bopping along to the music, and Sam's looking a bit uncomfortable as he garners more than a handful of stares. But when Allison notices that Sam's being eyed by someone who looks seconds away from acting on getting what she wants, Allison quickly grasps his hand and leads him through the grinding bodies.

She tries telling herself it's because she doesn't want to be left alone should Sam be picked up by another female, but she knows she's boldly dragging Sam to the dance floor herself because she doesn't want to see another female grinding on him. Jealously was not a good look for anyone, especially her since she's not used to such a feeling.

"I thought you weren't a dancer?"

"I am when the moment calls for it!" She yells over her shoulder. Looking back, she winks at him and watches as Sam's head falls back with laughter.

Allison finds them a spot and quickly whirls around, her hands gripping Sam's jacket and making him dance along with her. He laughs as she exaggerates her dance moves and dances around him in a dorky manner. Then as the song changes from one upbeat tune to the next, Sam's hands find their way to Allison's hips and he pulls her closer to him to dance seriously.

Her smile falters, but she goes along with the sudden change and places her hands on Sam's shoulders. He presses even closer as they sway to the beat, he being too tall for her to slip his thigh between her legs to grind properly. However, Allison maneuvers around so her back is to his front and the position switch makes it that much more easier for them to grind properly.

His hands grip tighter at her hips and Allison's hands find themselves back up over her head and wrapping around behind Sam's neck. Sweat has started to bead along her skin given how many bodies are pressed together on the dance floor, but she ignores the heat in favor of a new form of heat brewing low in her belly as her ass presses against Sam's crotch and Sam's hands slide along her belly. Eyes falling closed, Allison lets the music dictate her moves and gives in to the energy of the atmosphere.

Head falling back, she glances up through hooded eyes and is momentarily shocked when lips heatedly fall upon hers. She freezes for a split second before she moves, returning the kiss eagerly as she turns so the angle isn't too awkward. Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of Sam's head and she groans when she feels his teeth nip at her bottom lip.

They jerk back after a few moments of shared bliss, panting and eyes wide in disbelief, but then Allison's slowly grinning. Then seeing her reaction and the fact that she's not punching him or running away, Sam allows himself to laugh in relief.

Pushing up on the tips of her toes, Allison sets her mouth near Sam's ear. "We really should have done that weeks ago."

"Yeah?" He gulps.

"Yeah. Happy birthday, Sam." Then pulling back, Allison crashes her lips back to his, her tongue immediately tracing the seam of his lips to further deepen the kiss.

Allison's sitting in a caged weapon's storage unit, a silver bullet in hand as a finger traces over the fleur-de-lis stamped there. Several tools and molds are scattered on the table before her, but her attention is on the bullet only.

Footsteps near and still she remains studying the object in hand.

"Remember, you can start over," her father, Chris, says. "I was a bit of a perfectionist about it myself. I always wanted the seal to look just right."

She finally looks up to meet his gaze. "How many did you make?"

"Six, but I used them all. Only at close range, though. Despite some other legends, silver's not really as accurate as lead."

As Allison glances back at the bullet in hand and the bullet mold before her, Chris moves as if he's about to leave her be and get back to work on her ceremonial bullet making. "Dad, wait." She stalls him. "I think I should use my own mold."

His brow furrows. "You have a bullet mold?"

"No, not a bullet. An arrowhead." She glances at the various other molds littering the table, Chris expecting one of the molds to be hers. "The bow is my weapon," she tells him. "So I should make a silver arrowhead." Chris finally smiles and huffs once in slight amusement before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his daughter's forehead. As he leans back, Allison gulps and won't meet his gaze. "Dad.. if something happens-"

"Hey, hey. You don't need to worry about me."

"Well, I didn't get to say anything to Mom," she says, hesitantly meeting his gaze now.

"You didn't need to say anything. I'm going to be around a long time. I promise."

"Well, then take it as a reminder. Maybe you don't need to hear it, but I- I need to know I said it." Her eyes get glassy, but she quickly blinks it away and Chris' expression goes blank. "I love you." She forces a quick smile. "I'm proud of you. I'm.. I'm proud of us."

Chris doesn't say anything, but he, too, forces a faint smile. He leans forward once more, cradling his daughter's face in his hands as he presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. When he pulls away, he leaves her be and Allison turns back to the molds before her.

It was time to get to work. She has a friend to save.

"Allison. Alli, wake up." Feeling a gentle shove to her shoulder, Allison's eyes blink open. "You're crying in your sleep."

She groggily reaches up to her face at Sam's words, confusedly wiping away tear tracks. "Mm, what?"

"You weren't loud or anything, but you were sniffling and mumbling."

"It was my dad," she says and turns on her side with one arm curled beneath the pillow, closing her eyes. "It was the last time I saw him before I died. I called him before the big fight and he told me to wait for him. I didn't listen."

"Ssh, it's okay. You don't have to talk about it. I know how it is."

Sighing, Allison sniffles. "I think I wanna see him."

"O..kay," Sam says. "We have Derek's info, so if we give him a call, then I'm sure he can pass along our info and we can set something up with your Dad." He turns on his side to face her, the blanket shifting and allowing Allison to catch a glimpse of smooth, bare chest when her eyes snap open. She stares briefly at the exposed skin and her cheeks heat up as the night rushes back to her. Sam chuckles. "Hey. None of that," he mumbles and lets his fingers graze her cheek. "Even if something other than sleeping happened in this bed last night, we are two consenting adults who have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, but Dean's going to be unbearable," she groans.

"Dean has no room to talk since he immediately left after dropping us off last night. He met up with that girl he met at the club." Allison wrinkles her nose at that and Sam chuckles again. "Lets just enjoy what little time we have left, okay?"

As the words leave his mouth, Allison notices that a brief flash of sadness passes over his features before he schools his expression into a sleepy smile. And not wanting him to have any doubts about the kiss from last night and the fact she now wants to reunite with her father, Allison scoots closer and cups the back of his neck. "Everything's going to be fine," she tells him and quickly leans in to peck his lips. "You'll see."

She pecks his lips again before snuggling into his chest and tucking her head beneath his chin, and Sam allows himself a genuine smile before falling back asleep for just a little while longer.

xXx

Hours later has Sam and Allison crawling out of bed, Allison still blushing at the sight of Sam sans shirt and Sam laughing at her reaction to him because it was just so unlike her. They readied themselves for the day, showering and changing and making themselves something to eat.

Dean shows up during the preparation of food, smug as can be and sporting a vivid hickey on the side of his neck. Sam huffs in amusement and Allison grimaces before laughing, Dean then shrugging and declaring them all adults and that sex was no big deal.

"I get that it's no big deal," Allison grins, "but you're the big brother that I never wanted and was appointed anyways, so your sex life is something I don't want to know about."

"Yeah, well, how do you think I'm going to feel when you and Sammy stop dancing around one another?" Sam freezes and Allison suddenly looks like a deer in headlights as she not so subtly glances at Sam's back, and Dean lights up. "No! You guys.."

"Nothing happened!" She squeaks. "Well, something did, but not.. that."

Dean cackles. "Oh, man, finally!" He crows. "It's about damn time."

"Uh huh." Sam laughs quietly and continues cooking.

And it's as Sam's cooking that Allison diverts the attention from her and Sam's thing to what she and Sam talked about earlier when he'd woken her from a memory. "So I'm thinking about having you and Sam set up a meeting with my Dad soon," she says as she puts the OJ on the table.

Dean's smile falls. "You serious?"

"Yeah." She shrugs. "It's time. But just my Dad for now. No one else."

Dean glances at his brother and then back at Allison. "Uh, yeah, okay. I mean, it's your decision."

"Okay. Later today I'll get a hold of Derek and make sure my Dad's information is still the same. I'd really appreciate it if you and Sam can talk to him to set up a meeting. I have a feeling if we tell him over the phone that I'm alive, he think we're crazy and that I'm just a monster impersonating his precious little girl."

"Sounds good." Dean nods and starts pouring himself some juice. "Just let us know when."

Derek had been rather relieved to get Allison's call asking for her father's contact information and after catching up with Hale wolf, she waited rather impatiently as she listened to Dean negotiate a meeting with her father.

Sam sat next to her holding her hand as Dean put the phone on 'speaker', her father's gruff voice making her shudder and tear up as he first refused a meeting in person because he was currently living in Paris. But with a solemn nod from Allison, Dean sighed and said, "It's about your family, Mr. Argent, and it's something you need to hear in person rather than over the phone."

Chris had gone silent, the phone line crackling with static until the elder hunter agreed. He and Dean hashed out plans, and Dean agreed to keep in touch so he'd know when Chris' plane was set to arrive.

Which is how, a week later, Dean and Sam find themselves face to face with a rather stoic looking Chris Argent who practically radiates a don't fuck with me vibe in a rather seedy motel room.

"So you're Dean and you're Sam," Chris deadpans, pointing each brother out. "Winchester."

"That's right," Dean smirks. "I'm sure you heard of us."

"Well, it's kind of hard to forget the names and faces of hunters turned murderers."

Dean's smirk falters and Sam sighs. "We're not murderers. They- the monsters- framed us. It was surprising to see what lengths the shapeshifters and Leviathan were willing to go through in order to get us out of the picture and off their case."

"Well.. that's good to know." Chris crosses his arms over his chest, his feet shoulder width apart. "Now do you mind telling me what I'm here for? What has Kate done now?"

Dean frowns. "Kate?"

Argent nearly rolls his eyes. "Well I'm not here about my father. He's in no condition to get up to no good."

Dean and Sam share a quick wary glance, Sam then taking a step to the side and gesturing for his elder brother to take the lead. Grumbling, Dean then meets Chris' gaze. "We're- we didn't bring you here to talk about your sister or your dad. We, uh, we need to talk about Allison."

Chris goes stiff, eyes narrowing. "My daughter's dead. What could you possibly have to tell me that I don't already know?"

Dean takes a breath and braces himself up for the bombshell he's about to drop. "You know we're hunters, but do you know which monsters it is we usually hunt?"

He gets a terse nod in return. "I've heard about ghosts and demons."

"Yeah? What about the angels?" Chris shakes his head. "Well, angels are real. Most are dicks, but there's this one angel- goes by the name Castiel- and he's kind of like family to us."

"Get to the point, Winchester."

"Cas came to us a while back with a.. job, of sorts. When the angels were at war with one another, no one was paying attention to where the souls were going. Some mix-ups happened and one in particular got sent to the wrong place. And in order to right that wrong, they resurrected this person and put her in our care."

Chris gulps and stands a little taller, his arms falling to his sides where his hands curl into fists. "Are you saying-"

"Because there was a darkness surrounding her heart, Allison immediately got sent to Hell instead of Heaven."

"No."

"The angels realized the mistake years too late and your daughter- she wasn't the same when they brought her topside."

"You're lying."

"When Cas brought her to us, he asked that we watch over her since her memories were all gone. She was to stay with us until she remembered who she was."

"Shut up!" Chris whips out a gun from the back waist band of his jeans and takes aim, and Sam and Dean immediately hold their hands up to show that they're no threat. "My daughter is dead," he seethes, "and even if your little story is true, why wasn't she immediately brought to me? Or hell, even her pack in Beacon Hills would have been preferable over two strangers."

"That's what we thought," Sam tells him kindly, "but her memories had to come on their own without people from her past urging her on. If she tried to push the process, she got severe head pains and/or passed out. It wasn't until we ran into Derek Hale one night that her memories all came back at once and we realized how dangerous seeing people from her past could be."

"Hale? Derek knows about this, too?"

"Where do you think Allison got your information from?" Dean huffs.

Chris tightens his grip on the gun, aiming back towards Dean. "So if I call Hale-"

"He'll tell you basically what we've told you," Sam says. Chris looks like hes actually contemplating calling Derek, but Sam stalls him. "Look, we wouldn't lie about something like this. If you- if you just give me ten seconds, I can easily give you proof."

The elder hunter glares, he eventually loosening his stance and aiming his gun downward. Sam keeps his hands up, he moving towards the door while keeping Chris in his sight the entire time. When he gets to the door, he twists the knob and swings the door open.

"Hey, Alli," Sam calls loudly. "You can come in now."

I may or may not be sorry about this cliffhanger XD

I'm terribly sorry for the slow updates, but they will continue to be slow until my brain learns to cooperate and not demand three different stories to be written at the same time.