Author's Note: Be prepared for about 98% of this story's characters to be in this one chapter. Ugh.
"Alli?" Lydia can't believe her eyes. Her heart feels like it's beating quite painfully, her throat tightens with supressed emotion and her vision goes blurry with tears. She blinks them away with a sniffle and her best friend that she buried years ago smiles hesitantly at her.
"Lydia." Allison's voice catches, she having to clear her throat as her emotions get the best of her as well. "Lydia, it's me." As Allison takes a step forward, Lydia stumbles back and bumps into Malia who catches the redhead by the elbow and growls at Allison. She freezes before cautiously bending her knees, laying her weapon down at her feet and holding her hands up to show them she means no harm. "Who- who out of the two of you can detect lies the best?"
No one says anything right away, but the boy with yellow eyes eventually raises his hand. "I am."
"Liam!" Malia snaps, but he pays her no mind.
Again, Allison smiles hesitantly as she slowly takes a step towards him.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing?!" Dean steps after Allison and again she brushes his hold off.
"I need your hand," Allison says. When Liam warily holds his hand out, Allison places it right at her jugular where he can feel her heartbeat pulsing against his palm. "Your ears should be good enough, but I want you feel it when I tell you the truth." The boy nervously gulps as he glances over his shoulder, but Malia and Lydia are already watching on in a curious manner. When his attention is back on Allison, she says, "My name is Allison Argent. My alpha was once True Alpha McCall. I died, but then an angel named Castiel resurrected me." Shocked silence lingers, so she continues with a brief, "There's a lot more to tell, but I rather tell it only once so everyone needs to be together."
Moments pass and then Liam's glancing over his shoulder again, wide-eyed. "She's telling the truth." Lydia immediately starts bawling and Liam turns back to Allison, retaking his hand slowly. "Sorry," he grins sheepishly. "Beacon Hills has been quiet for a while and we're kind of just waiting for the next monster to pass through. We're kind of due for some drama, actually."
"I get it. If the roles we reversed, I'd be on guard as well." The words are barely out of Allison's mouth before she finds hers arms being pinned to her sides as Lydia flings herself at her, the redhead wrapping Allison tightly in a hug.
"It's you. It's really, really you."
"Yeah, Lyds," she chuckles. "It's me."
Lydia steps back, teary eyes sparkling as she sniffles and lets her fingers trace over Allison's face. Being the good sport that she is, Allison lets her get all the assurance she needs.
"Touching, really," Dean suddenly grumbles, "but should we be worried? Last I remember, blue eyes on a wolf was kind of bad thing."
Immediately, Malia growls. "I'm a coyote, not a werewolf."
"Pft. If you're trying to assure me you're not a threat, sweet cheeks, that was the wrong thing to worry about."
"Dude!" Sam yelps. Malia snarls this time, snapping her teeth at Dean as her eyes glow an even vibrant blue.
Lydia jumps in to intervene and Allison whirls on Dean. "It's not her fault, not really. Those deaths were accidents-" Malia growls yet again, grumbling some when Lydia shushes her and Allison smiles apologetically, "but if you want any more details, I'm afraid that's Malia's story to tell."
"Yeah and I'm not too keen on sharing such personal stories with men who can't keep their fingers from twitching on the trigger." At her pointed look towards the guns still aimed in her and Liam's direction, Allison sighs.
"Sorry about them," she apologizes. "We're hunters and they just needed to be sure you weren't the murderous type. My friends," she says while shrugging a shoulder towards Dean and Sam, "mean the Pack no harm. I promise."
"Okay." It's Lydia who agrees after a hesitant moment. "Okay," she gulps before pulling herself together. "We need to tell the others."
"Well that was the plan, but you guys kind of derailed that. My dad took off into town and we were supposed to lay low until he called us. I think he was trying to round up the pack or something and was going to explain what he could before I walked into the room."
"You keep saying we, but I'm not sure who we are?" Lydia muses. "Just who exactly have you teamed up with?"
"Ah, right. Lydia, meet the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, meet Lydia, Malia and Liam..?" The beta nods, smiling faintly and after the brief introductions, Allison can't help but curiously stare at Liam. "So you're Scott's first beta. I remember Derek saying something about that."
"Hale knows?!" Lydia shrieks before Liam can say anything. "How does Derek know and how long has he known?"
Allison guiltily smiles, but before she say a word there's a phone beeping. Everyone looks around at one another, wondering whose it is when Sam elbows Dean and Dean realizes it's his. Pulling out his phone, Dean reads the text on his phone before informing the others. "Uh, Chris wants us to start heading towards the McCall house."
Lydia nods. Then turning to Malia and Liam, she addresses them. "Finish up patrol and meet back up at Scott's. If it's okay with Allison and friends, I'll be tagging along with them."
"Yeah, of course," Sam immediately agrees which causes Allison to grin rather fondly and Dean to roll his eyes at the two.
Lydia stares curiously between Sam and Allison, she shelving that moment for a later date. Malia and Liam take off in a sprint after making sure Lydia is fine, and Dean starts stomping his way back to the Impala. The brothers sit up front while Allison and Lydia slide into the backseat, both girls navigating from the back and grating on Dean's nerves as they make their way to Scott's home. When they get there, several cars are parked outside and Allison suddenly becomes more than a little nervous.
"Hey," Lydia calls softly. As Allison turns to face her, the redhead smiles reassuringly. "It's going to be fine." Sam and Dean exit the vehicle only to wait patiently outside, giving the girls a little bit of privacy. "There's nothing to worry about, Alli. It's just the pack."
"Yeah, I know, but I died Lydia. I was dead. It's been a few years for you, but it's been a lot more for me."
When Lydia has nothing left to say, Allison hesitates for a few more moments. She eventually sighs and opens the car door with Lydia sliding out after her, and when Sam and Dean quietly ask if she's fine, Lydia takes up Allison's hand as a sign of support and starts to tug her up the sidewalk towards the front door to a very familiar house.
As they get closer to the front door, Allison can't help but glance over her shoulder. Sam and Dean offer her encouraging smiles, and all too soon Allison's looking forward as she hears the front door open.
Chris stands there, smiling tightly and leaving the door open for them to enter. "Everyone's inside."
Walking through the front door and into a place that oddly makes Allison's heart ache, she grasps Lydia's hand even tighter. There are mumbling voices as Lydia leads them closer and Allison pulls back slightly to make Lydia stop. The redhead frowns, but it's Sam who comes to the rescue.
"It's fine. You're okay. We're all here for you." He tells her as his hands hold onto her shoulders, he murmuring right by her ear. "If you need to leave, we'll leave, but you need to see them first. They're your family, too, Allison." She faintly nods and as she gathers her courage once more, Lydia grins at Sam in thanks. Then when Allison gives a terse nod as if saying she's ready to continue, Lydia leads them through the archway and all talking ceases immediately.
Nervously glancing around the room, Allison meets the stunned stares of some very familiar faces and a couple she doesn't know. Scott and Kira are seated next to one another, sitting on the edge of their seats with their knees touching. Scott's teary-eyed almost immediately, but he's too stunned to make a move. Stiles is gaping, sitting with two people she's never seen before, and John and Melissa are standing against the wall with yet another unfamiliar face as tears glisten in the eyes of Stiles' dad and Scott's mother.
No one says a word and surprisingly it's Stiles' father, John, who stumbles forward first. "Allison?"
She gulps and smiles tightly. "Sheriff."
He scoffs incredulously before reaching and wrapping her in a tight embrace, his move breaking the ice for everyone to snap out of their stunned states. Melissa McCall is next, her head full of bouncing curls shaking back and forth as she walks up to Allison. Her hands are pressed together over her nose and mouth, though as she gets closer she lets them fall and Allison is treated to a smile underneath. Melissa laughs wetly as she cups Allison's face, she then bringing her into a hug and hanging on.
Allison returns the embrace, laughing wetly as well. Though when Melissa moves on, and Stiles and Scott are standing before her, her smile fades. The tears falls faster as she watches the both of them war with their emotions, even more so when she realizes how much they've matured since last she remembered them. Stiles latches onto her first, his tears silently falling as once best friends cling to each other, but it's when Scott moves and delicately wraps her in a hug before tightening the embrace does she truly break down. The tears are anything but joyful like the previous huggers, and the two sobbing ex-loves cling to one another. They're a sobbing mess, but the tears eventually taper off.
"H-how?" Scott croaks once he puts just a little bit of space between them.
"It's a crazy story," Allison sniffles. "One that I'd rather not have to repeat again, so I think we should wait for Malia and Liam. But while we wait, I'd like to introduce you to some people." As she pauses, she wipes at her tear-stained cheeks and looks over her shoulder to smile at the two men that no one other than Allison and Chris seemed to be familiar with. "Everyone, meet Sam and Dean Winchester."
xXx
Once the retelling of Allison's story is done and over with, it's stunned silence once more. Some tears had been shed, but only after everyone had gotten over their initial shock of angels and demons truly existing. Heaven and Hell was a tough story to tell, but Dean and Allison's shared scar is enough to make normal humans who can't detect lies via heart beat believe in what they're being told.
No one knows what to say after such a tragic story, but Stiles and Scott actually look horrified, and John and Melissa are staring at their children worriedly.
"Is that- is that going to happen to us?" Stiles gulps. "Scott and I have the darkness, too. Are we going to Hell when we die?"
"No! God, no," Allison blurts.
"It was an accident," Sam starts hesitantly. "Alli's soul being sent to Hell," he clarifies as everyone looks to him. "The angels are normally on the lookout for what souls are destined for Heaven, but with God missing and Heaven at war.. Alli's soul slipped on by without anyone noticing."
"God's still AWOL, but the angels have organized a system of sorts now," Dean confesses. "Cas and his buddies know of the sacrifice that happened here years ago and about the children who put it all on the line for their family, so either the angels will visit one day and take the darkness away from you or they'll be on the lookout for your soul when you kick the bucket."
"Dude," Sam groans and a couple people snort in amusement at Dean's blunt explanation.
Everyone's crammed into the living room, the younger pack members- Liam, Hayden and Mason- lounging on the floor to leave seats open for others. Conversation tapers off quite quickly and everyone's left to think over the unbelievable. Then after a while, people start to stand and move about.
Scott ends up in front of Allison again, he letting her stand before pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. No words are said as his face presses into the side of her neck, he just breathing in a scent he remembers from long ago that's now been tainted with just a hint of sulphur and.. ozone.
Allison lets Scott have his moment, her hands smoothing up and down his back. Though when she looks around the room, she finds Kira trying her best to not stare at them. Kira had looked so sure of herself earlier, but now as she watches Scott cling to Allison- the girl everyone knew was Scott's first love- Kira looks like the awkward and nervous girl from their junior year of high school. She looks happy for Scott, she does, but there's also hurt lingering in her features and Allison suddenly feels guilty for putting it there.
Slowly pulling away, she pats Scott on the cheek and chuckles. Lydia is there hugging her friend again, Stiles as well, and then proper introductions are had. Allison officially meets Malia, Liam, Hayden, Mason and Jordan Parish. Then when Allison gets to Kira, the Asian girl smiles cautiously and Allison laughs as she yanks Kira from her seat.
"We fought together once upon a time, Kira. I think that deserves a hug." The two girls hug, Allison squeezing just enough to show that there's no hard feelings between them. When she pulls back, however, Allison glances at Scott before looking back to Kira and winking.
Confused, Kira watches as Allison continues to smirk at her before stepping back so she's standing between the Winchesters. Then slowly, but surely so that Kira understands, Allison slips her hand into Sam's and laces their fingers together.
Kira's eyes widen as understanding dawns and it's Lydia who uncharacteristically crows, "I knew it!"
xXx
As the night had progressed, the humans of the congregated group start winding down. Everyone does their best to hide their fatigue in favor of everyone catching up with Allison, but the second time Allison yawns widely and lays her head against Sam's shoulder, Chris calls it a night.
"Where will you stay?" Melissa McCall asks. "Last I remember, Chris sold everything here in Beacon Hills."
"We have a spare room here," Scott suggests.
"Over at my house, too," John Stilinski admits. "We have another spare room and a comfortable couch if anyone's interested."
"I actually wouldn't mind taking one of you up on that offer." Allison and the Winchesters glance at Chris, and the man shrugs. "What? I know Derek gave us full reign of his loft, but Dean took the only actual bedroom of sorts and you two," he gestures between Sam and Allison, "I'd rather not witness being all.. couple-y."
As Chris grimaces, the McCall pack snicker and Allison's cheeks warm as she tries to hide her face behind Sam's shoulder. Dean laughs and punches his brother's shoulder, and Sam only sighs. "I don't know how many times I'm going to have to apologize, sir, but-"
"Enough," Chris huffs, smirking. "I like you, Winchester, but Allison's still my daughter. It's hard not to see the teenager that we buried instead of the young woman she's become."
"So, yeah," Dean remarks as the room suddenly turns somber at remembering Allison's burial, "if that's all, we should be going. We're only a phone call away if anyone needs anything."
"Or, you know, just a drive away. I'm pretty sure everyone here knows how to get to Derek's place. We visited it quite frequently before," Allison grins. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Kira all grin back, memories no doubt flooding them of all the times they got up to some trouble at Derek's place. "We'll meet up tomorrow," she tells them. "I want to know all that I've missed."