Allison had watched from the backseat of the Impala as her father arrived at the cheap motel he and Dean had agreed upon meeting at. The sight of him and his salt-and-pepper colored hair and beard was nearly enough to make her happily cry out, as well as the familiar way he strutted across the parking lot. It was only after he disappeared inside the room that Allison climbed out the vehicle, taking up space just outside the motel room door and listening as her father and Winchesters hashed things out.
She hears as Dean tells her father what's going on and the way her father refuses to believe any of it. There's some muffled reasoning going on and then someone's opening the room door.
"Hey, Alli? You can come in now."
Sucking in a sharp breath, Allison prepares herself for all sorts of possibilities. Will her father immediately try to kill her for impersonating his daughter? Or will be break down and cry, and wrap her in a fatherly hug?
Sam peeks his head out the door, flashing her a small reassuring smile. Then taking a deep breath, Allison steps forward. She lingers a moment just before stepping into the doorway and then she takes the last step. It's like a slow-mo moment, her gaze travelling from the ugly carpet flooring to her father's boots and up and up and up.
His green eyes are widened in shock, his grip lax on the gun he holds in hand. Then like a switch being flipped, Chris is scowling as he takes aim once more.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean shouts, rushing to stand in front of Allison. "It's your daughter, man. What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"I buried my daughter years ago."
"Yeah and if you go dig up the grave, you'll find that it's empty. Angels, man. Freakin' angels!"
Chris doesn't waver, his gaze turning hard and cold at Allison who's torn between crying and coming to terms as to why her dad is freaking out.
"Look," Sam says, coming to stand between the group. "Trust me, Mr. Argent, we know this is confusing, but this is something we wouldn't lie about. See for yourself. Ask something only your daughter would know."
Chris wavers. Moments pass and then his gaze darts back to Allison who's peeking over Dean's shoulder. As he gulps, his aim hesitantly lowers. "As hunters," he says, pausing slightly, "we live by a code. What's our code?"
Chewing the corner of her lip nervously, Allison steps out from behind Dean with her hands shoved into the pockets of her shorts and head angled down as if she's afraid to meet her own father's gaze. "I-It depends on which code you're referring to," she says. "Do you want to hear the code that we were raised on? Or the code I changed it to after mom passed and I took up her position since in our family females are the leaders?"
Apparently that's all Chris needs to hear, a choked off sob escaping his throat. "Allison..?"
"Yeah, dad," she smiles cautiously at him when she looks up. "It's me."
There's a sudden click from his gun when he puts the safety on, his arms then falling limp to his sides. The gun gets tossed to one of the beds and he only makes it a step forward before Allison's launching herself at him. They're wrapped tightly up in a hug, tears falling silently down Chris' face whereas Allison is full on sobbing/laughing in relief.
It takes the newly reunited father and daughter a moment before Chris pulls back, he holding Allison at arm's length away to study her. But he sees whatever he's looking for and then he's wrapping his arms tightly around her once more while resting his chin atop her head.
"How- how is this even possible?" Chris breathes in disbelief.
"Like they said.. angels," she mumbles.
"Don't get the wrong idea about them, though," Dean huffs. "Most of them are feathery dicks. In existence, the angels have only ever pulled two souls from Hell and those two souls are currently standing here in this room."
Chris startles and to further prove his point, Dean turns while shouldering out of his long sleeve and then pulls up the short sleeve beneath to show off the faint hand print on his left bicep. Chris doesn't say anything and then Allison's pulling out of her father's embrace, putting enough space between them to shove up the white sleeve of her shirt and showcases her left forearm. There- just like Dean- is a scarred hand print, only Allison's is much darker.
Her father gently traces the raised skin, he blowing out a deep breath. "Not that I'm not grateful for whatever power's are working here, but why only you two? What made you so special?"
Sam grimaces. "You might want to take a seat. The story of us Winchesters is a long one."
xXx
"So let me get this straight. The devil's real and God's M.I.A."
"Yes."
"And you're the vessel for Lucifer," he asks, pointing at Sam and then Dean. "And you're the vessel for Michael?"
"Bingo. But they're locked in a cage deep in the pits of Hell, so there's nothing to worry about." Dean smirks and bites into a greasy burger.
"Unbelievable." Chris' eyes close, he pinching the bridge of his nose as he grumbles about monsters. Allison snorts from her spot sitting next to him and reaches up to rub his shoulder. "And you, young lady, need to explain further. Just how long did the angels actually leave you down there for?"
Allison shrugs. "It wasn't their fault, dad. If you're going to play the blame game, you might as well blame me for going through with that ritual sacrifice long ago when we had problems with the darach."
"Still doesn't tell me how long."
"And I'm not gonna." She leans back in her seat, sighing. "All you need to know is that time works differently down there. However long I was gone up here, it was a lot longer down there."
Dean snorts. "Understatement."
"Dude!" Sam kicks his brother under the table. "Shut up."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Chris looks between the two brothers, he then looking towards his daughter. "They always like this?"
"You get used to it."
Chris huffs in amusement, barely picking at his own food and instead choosing to watch his daughter stuff her face while grinning at the two Winchesters sitting across from them.
"So what have you been up to lately besides living in Paris?" She asks suddenly, wiping her mouth with a napkin and then sipping a beer. Which huh.. his daughter is of legal age now. "Have you kept in touch with those in Beacon Hills? How's the pack?"
Chris sips from his own beer. "I do keep in touch. Scott's pack is rather.. large nowadays and you know how Beacon Hills attract trouble."
"Yeah," Allison sighs. "Derek mentioned a few new members of the pack. It's good to hear Malia distanced herself from Peter, but kept in touch with Derek. He needs all the family he can get."
"That he does," Chris agrees, "and as for the rest of the pack, it's a miracle they work so well together given their different creature statuses."
"Different creatures statuses?" Dean frowns.
"Yeah. Didn't Hale inform you of what everyone was?"
"No," Sam says. "Allison filled us in about the coyote, the kitsune and the banshee, but that's about it."
"Yeah, well, Scott now has two legit beta wolves under him as well as a Hellhound and another human."
"H-Hellhound?" Dean seems to pale and Sam looks highly uncomfortable.
"Yeah. A shapeshifter of sorts," Chris explains. "He's a guardian of the supernatural. When we had some problems a while back and all these supernatural creatures were being killed off, Jordan's hellhound side would manifest and abduct the bodies to be placed in a hidden place so he could guard the secret of the supernatural."
Dean blows out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Oh. For a second there, I thought it was the other sort of hellhound."
Chris looks confused and Sam explains. "The hellhounds we've had the pleasure of getting to know are the kind that are invisible and are only ever heard when they show up to drag your soul to Hell. Trust us, you never wanna hear one of those."
Chris grimaces. "I'll take your word for it."
"Let's get back on topic," Allison says. "Tell me how Lydia, Scott, Stiles and Isaac are faring."
"Well.." Her father takes a deep breath before meeting her gaze. "Isaac actually lives in Paris now." He gives Allison a moment for that sink in, gauging her reaction since he was the boy she was dating when she died. "He left with me after your funeral and stuck around for a few months, but then he needed a pack and actually stumbled across Jackson one day. Jackson took him in and he joined a pack over there."
"Is he happy?" She mumbles.
"He's happy," Chris admits.
"Then good," she smiles happily. "And the others?"
"They're good. The pack's been busy keeping Beacon Hills safe at night while trying to be normal beings during the day and working like an average adult."
"That's nice. I remember Scott always being nervous about never being able to balance his supernatural life with his human life."
"Well, he's got it all figured out now," Chris mumbles.
He's avoiding her gaze now, fingers picking at the label of his beer as the other three in the room watch him. Dean and Sam can sense that there's something he's not saying, and eventually Allison picks up on it as well. "Is something wrong? You look like you're avoiding something."
"It's just.." Chris fidgets in his seat. "I know how you felt about Scott and.."
"Dad, spit it out."
"Scott's engaged. To Kira. I'm sorry."
Chris is expecting disbelief, sadness and tears because he knew how his daughter once felt about the wolf, but he surprisingly gets none of that. (Even Dean and Sam are darting their gazes back and forth between father and daughter because they, too, knew of the great Allison/Scott love affair). But instead, they get a moment of silence and then giggling. "Good for them," she happily states. "They were kind of awkward around each other in the beginning. I'm glad they worked it out."
Sam seems to exhale a huge sigh of relief. Dean snorts and nudges his brother while winking at him, and then it's Chris' turn to dart his gaze back and forth, but this time between his daughter and Sam who both seem to be blushing and avoiding one another's gaze. Then understanding dawns as Dean's chuckles grow and he sighs in recognition.
Of course annoyance and anger flushes through him at the thought of his daughter apparently being involved with someone so soon after her.. resurrection, but he's got to remember that she has her own mind; She's an adult. She knows what she's doing. So instead of lashing out and creating a scene, he leans back in his chair and goes to take another sip of his beer. And it's when his lips are grazing the rim of bottle that he says, "At least it's not another werewolf."
There's a moment of shocked silence before Dean loses the battle of keeping his laughter contained, and Chris is smirking as both Sam and Allison try stammering their way through an explanation of their newly formed relationship.
xXx
As the night wears on, Chris mentions again how he can't believe how the day's turned out and that he really thought the Winchesters had news about Kate, and that they had wanted to work out their issues with the only other Argent they could get their hands on.
Allison shudders at the thought of her now supernatural aunt being in the wind, and then quickly mentions to her father that he's not to talk about her being back until she's ready to let the others know when he starts mumbling about possibly moving back to Beacon Hills now. Chris reluctantly agrees and Allison assures him that she will tell them, just not right now. Then as Allison starts showing signs of fatigue, Dean surprisingly calls it a night. Chris looks around the room, especially at the two beds that couldn't offer enough room even is his daughter was sharing a bed with the Sam boy, but Dean waves him off.
"We're not sleeping here," he scoffs. "We got our own place with our own bedrooms plus extras for guests. But if you do stick with us, you're gonna need an anti-possession necklace. If we cross paths with a demon, the three of us," Dean then gestures between himself, Sam and Allison, "are grossly popular down in the pits and they'll do anything to get us back which unfortunately means possessing those we love and using them against us."
Chris' jaw ticks. He doesn't like the idea of sticking with these brothers if they're that popular with the monsters, but his daughter looks way too at ease in their presence and he doesn't wanna waste another second without her. "Where do I get a necklace?"
"We got some in the car," Sam tells him.
Allison can see her father eyeing the three of them as they get ready to leave the room, she noticing that he keeps glancing at their necks and the lack of necklaces. "We're tattooed," she tells him while linking arms with him. "I had a run in with a demon on my birthday who ripped off my necklace. A permanent, hidden tattoo was a price I was willing to pay if it meant I didn't get possessed again."
"AGAIN?!"
"I didn't- I didn't tell you about that?" She feigns innocence. "Huh. Well, come on. Let's go home and I'll tell you all about my terrible twenty-first birthday."
I'm terribly sorry for the late update. First I was sick and then I had family visit from Georgia keeping me occupied.
Unfortunately, updates will continue to irregular from here on out. My health is acting up and I'm super stressed for reasons unknown, and I just need a break every now and then. But worry not! I have no plans to give this up. I have the rest of the story planned out and it's just a matter of being well and finding time to actually sit and write something out.