Author's Note: Here's something short and sweet. Sort of.
By some unspoken word, Dean and Chris know exactly just what Sam and Allison had gotten up to on their night away from the bunker. Sam had the decency to look guilty and afraid every time Chris just so happened to be in the same room whenever he cleaned a weapon, and Allison let the stares wash over her, but always managed to punch Dean if he got carried away with the teasing and crossed the line into crude territory.
The days pass and Chris gives up on making sure Allison stays put in her own room, he settling for grumbling instead. And sometimes, Dean will join him with the grumbling given that Allison's gotten a little more affectionate with her gentle touches to Sam in front of them.
Then the day comes to start making their way to Beacon Hills, and they settled on Chris and Allison taking Chris' vehicle while the Winchesters took the Impala. Chris was confused as to why no one wanted to fly- it'd be quicker, in his opinion- and Sam took great delight in informing both Allison and Chris of his brother's fear of flying. They make plans beforehand to see where they're going to stay at since Chris sold their residence in Beacon Hills, and their answer comes when Derek calls to check in with Allison and is happily surprised to find that Chris is with them. When their dilemma comes up about finding a decent place to stay, Derek offers up his loft in the building he owns that's just on the outskirts of Beacon Hills.
Every couple of stops on their drive, Allison and Dean switch vehicles. Sam and Chris are never in the same vehicle alone, and that's something that Dean finds absolutely hilarious. Especially when Sam's eyes go wide and pleading when Dean suggests that Chris and Sam go in one car. Though when they get closer to Beacon Hills, they make a stop at Derek's loft to drop off a few bags and figure out sleeping arrangements. Chris then tells Allison to ride with the boys and show them around town, he having a few errands to run around town before the big secret comes out. Shrugging, Allison agrees.
"So where to?" Dean asks, waiting until Allison's settled in the backseat of the Impala to start driving. "Are we waiting for your dad to inform the others?"
"I guess," she shrugs. "Just drive. I wanna see how much the town has changed and then I'll take you to one of my favorite spots here. It's dark enough for you to see why I like it so much."
Dean drives through the town and Allison hooks her chin over the seat so her face is in between the brothers. Every now and then as headlights from other drivers light up the inside of Dean's car, Allison subtly ducks behind Sam. Nothing seems to have changed and, in fact, a few buildings seem as if they were developed further into something bigger, especially the school.
Dean and Sam are in the awe of the town- at how normal and peaceful it all seems- and can't wrap their mind around the fact that monsters are actually attracted to this place. It just doesn't seem like a Hellmouth, as Dean calls it, but Allison assures them that it is. And one of the only major differences that Allison can see is the apartment complex that now resides where the Hale home once sat.
"Well, I guess some things just don't change," Allison laughs as they creep by the police station.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asks.
"That." She points out a powder blue jeep in the parking lot and explains. "If I'm correct, then that's Stiles' jeep. Last I remember his dad was the Sheriff, but Stiles was always in trouble and being dragged here to face his father or he was breaking and entering."
"You guys were breaking and entering into police stations?" Dean scoffs.
"Well, we had to keep the secret from the town somehow. It seemed like a great idea at the time."
They continue driving some more, Allison pointing out who had the best food and several places that she and her friends got up to some trouble at, but her moment comes when she leads them through the Preserve.
"Are you sure we can be back here," Sam asks, eyeing the park sign warily. "It says no entry after dark."
"You would be worried about the rules," Dean chuckles, clicking off the Impala's headlights.
Dean continues to creep forward until Allison tells him to stop, she leaving at least ten yards between the car and cliff overlooking Beacon Hills. "This. This is the most perfect spot."
Allison climbs out of the car, grabbing up Sam's hand after she shuts the back door. They walk towards the ledge, drinking in the sight of twinkling lights below them.
"This is like.. makeout central," Dean muses.
"Well.." Allison trails off and the brothers both look at her, Dean immediately grinning. "It kind of was."
"Uh huh," Dean smirks, "and is our little Allison speaking from experience?"
Her nose wrinkles and Sam laughs, he pulling her into his side while draping an arm over her shoulders while Dean teases her. She rather let Dean think she only made out up here than figure out how far she'd truly gotten with Scott once upon a time. "We, uh, we also kidnapped someone and held him in a stolen SWAT vehicle up here," she nervously chuckles. "Stiles' dad was not impressed."
"You kidnapped someone?! What- how?" Dean's head falls back as he laughs, he moving to lean against him Impala. "Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You're gonna have your hands full with this one."
Allison squawks. "It's not like I got blamed for anything!" She defends herself. "Jackson only put the blame on Scott and Stiles. They didn't get along at all before Jackson transformed into a werewolf."
Sam tugs Allison back towards the Impala, he intent on letting her sit on the hood while he stood next to her. She offers him to sit on the hood with his brother instead, she going back to the trunk after swiping the keys from Dean to retrieve a couple of weapons because they could never be too careful.
"So tell me again why we're out here if werewolves tend to roam these parts?" Dean asks. He's staring up at the night sky, one knee bent so his arm rests there.
Sam sits next to him, drinking one of the few beers they had packed into the cooler that was in the backseat as Allison stands beside him. "Because it's peaceful," she murmurs while looking to the stars. "And last Derek heard was that the pack had no trouble, so we're fine. Relax."
Somewhere behind them a twig snaps and all three of them tense. Dean glowers. "You jinxed it."
Over his lap, Sam slowly passes Allison her bow and quiver while Dean grabs up a gun that had been sitting near his thigh. The three are quiet as they slowly prepare themselves and pretend to be oblivious to their surroundings, but when another twig snaps Allison whirls into action. Arrow nocked, she pulls back on the bow string and the Winchesters take aim in the same direction as Allison. Then from between the trees, one set of blue and one set of yellow eyes flare as guttural growls resonate around the woods.
The two creatures step forward so that their faces are lit up by the moon's rays, one male and the other female, and their features slowly shift right before their eyes. Both of them roar something fierce so that mouths full of sharp teeth glisten and their arms are held out at their sides so that their lethal claws are put on display.
Sam and Dean both cock their guns, but Allison wavers. Her brow furrows and as her arrow hesitantly lowers, she calls out, "Malia? Malia Tate?"
The blue-eyed creature blinks in shock as she startles at being recognized, but the yellow-eyed beta growls threateningly again. "You know them?" He asks without taking his gaze off the hunters.
The blue-eyed female in question shakes her head. "No."
"You do," Allison says, bow fully lowered now as she takes a hesitant step forward. "At least, you might know of me." Sam and Dean try to pull Allison back, but she shrugs off their hands. "My friends found you in the woods. Scott asserted his dominance over you so that you'd shift back into a human after so many years of being a coyote."
By now, the girl's eyes have dimmed to whatever natural color they usually were. "How do you know that?"
"Because I'm-"
"Allison..?" The awed voice draws everyone's attention, they finding a new addition to the group in the woods as she stumbles towards Malia and the boy. The redhead's mouth is agape with shock, eyes wide as she pushes through between the two creatures. "Alli?"