With Chris staying with the Sheriff for the night, the Winchesters and Allison set out for Derek's building. Dean immediately took the bed upstairs, overlooking the rest of the loft, and Sam and Allison took up the bed downstairs that was out in the open and in view of everything. The night thankfully passes slowly and Allison has one of the greatest night's of sleep she's had in a while. She woke only once from a nightmare- the nightmare having been very original and not memories of Hell or her death for once- and easily fell back asleep in the comfort of Sam's arms.

The early morning sun rays shine in through the large bay of windows, but Sam and Allison merely shift so their backs are to the light. Sam's arm lays over her waist and he sleepily pulls her closer so her back is pressed to his chest. He hides his face in the back of her neck and Allison giggles before drifting off back to sleep. Then what seems like only mere minutes later, someone's knocking loudly and frantically on the metal door. Both Allison and Sam jerk up into a sitting position just as the door slides open, Allison's hand wrapped around a dagger while Sam aims a gun at the intruders- both weapons having been pulled from beneath their pillows.

Stiles, Scott and Lydia all walk in through the door, the boys being the only two to stop short at the sight of the weapons while Lydia merely pushes passed them. She does, however, stop short at something else. "You really need a haircut." Lydia says as her nose wrinkles at Sam.

And having seen Sam's bed head before, Allison snorts before collapsing back in bed. "Guys," she groans. "Really? You couldn't have called first?"

"Sorry. Sorry," Scott says, suddenly beaming again when Sam lays his gun down. "We were just eager to talk without being crammed in my mom's living room."

"Yeah 'cause we have so much to tell you," Stiles says. "Unless Derek's already told you," his eyes then narrow. "Apparently Sourwolf's been keeping things from us."

"Very important things." Scott nods along in agreement.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" Everyone glances up towards the only other bedroom, all except Sam who falls back into bed with a huff of amusement and pulls the bed sheet up further over his bare chest. "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" Dean yells. He appears standing by the metal railing, clad in only boxer shorts and a white tee. "Go somewhere else to catch up," he then mutters before disappearing once more.

"Rude," Stiles sniffs, nose upturned.

"You don't know the half of it," Sam mumbles.

Allison giggles and then glances at her friends, she wrinkling her nose at them as they continue to stare at her as if she isn't in bed next to her half naked boyfriend. "Give us half an hour, okay? Half an hour and we'll meet you.. at the Lacrosse field. It's still in the same place I remember."

"You sure?" Lydia smirks, glancing at Sam and raking her gaze up and down at him. "You don't need longer?"

Allison's cheeks warm. "Half an hour, Lydia. Go."

Laughing, all three of Allison's friends start walking backwards before turning and taking their leave.

"Half an hour!" Lydia says over her shoulder. "Half an hour or I send Stiles back."

xXx

Both dressed comfortably, Allison and Sam are ready to leave when Allison realizes something. The only car they have is Dean's and he's quite protective of it. "Uh, Sam? How hard do you think it'll be to steal Dean's car while he's sleeping?"

Leaning down, Sam swipes a set of keys from the coffee table. "Not that hard, actually," he huffs in amusement.

She glances up at the space where she knows Dean's sleeping, biting the corner of her lip briefly before giggling and hurrying towards the door. "Come on. Lets leave before he notices we stole Baby."

"Not you, too," Sam groans. "It's just a car."

The entire ride down the metal deathtrap, as Sam called the elevator, Allison makes plans to see if a certain doughnut shop is still up and running to order a box of sugar for Stiles and some smoothies for the rest of them.

Snacks then acquired, Sam snorts as Allison stuffs her face with such an unhealthy snack so early in the morning. He leisurely drives toward the high school under Allison's directions and parks in the student parking lot next to a familiar blue jeep and a motorbike. Sam takes the tray of smoothies while Allison takes the doughnuts and they walk hand-in-hand towards the bleachers that Allison didn't remember being so big.

Scott, Stiles and Lydia are conversing as Sam and Allison climb the steps of the bleachers so they would be under shade towards the top. They're talking about nothing in particular, chuckling while doing so and then happily greeting Sam and Allison as they get closer.

"Hey," Allison smiles and then looks around briefly before meeting Scott's gaze. "Where's Kira?" She asks, brow furrowing.

"Oh, uh, she mentioned something about visiting her parents today," Scott says, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "She didn't want to impose on us catching up."

Sam hands out three of the smoothies while keeping one for him and Allison to share, telling them that they're strawberry banana, and Allison frowns. "She wouldn't be imposing," she says and holds out the box of sweets to Stiles. "Kira was one of us back then and is even more so now."

"Yeah, well, she probably thought it was weird considering she and Scott.." Stiles trails off, stuffing a doughnut in his mouth and squawking as Lydia elbows him.

Sam watches the exchange with amusement, he hesitantly straddling one of the bleachers. Scott suddenly refuses to meet Allison's gaze and Allison.. she's grinning at Scott. "It's okay, guys," she laughs. "I know all about the engagement and I'm happy for the both of you. Truly."

Scott grimaces. "You heard about that, huh?"

"Yep. Dad told me. He thought I would be hurt about it or something, but I was surprisingly giddy. You always wanted to balance your supernatural life with a normal life and being engaged is part of that normal life you've always wanted." Allison suddenly finds herself with a clingy Scott, she laughing and bringing her arms around him while patting his back. "Congratulations, Scottie."

"Thank you."

Scott soon retakes his seat and Allison finally settles down, straddling the same bleacher Sam is just a foot or so in front of him. Everyone takes a moment to gather themselves and then Allison looks up expectantly at her friends. "So what exactly are all of you doing now? We didn't get into much detail last night since everyone was more interested in me and my trip to Hell."

"We actually all stuck around Beacon Hills," Lydia admits. "With everything we've been through, we couldn't leave, so by day I teach in the Mathematics department at the high school and at night I run a small supernatural community online with Malia and Kira to give surrounding hunters a heads up about what's going on."

"Really?" Sam wonders. "We, uh, we have a friend who does that for us. Charlie."

"The female Stiles," Allison chuckles. "We should call her down. I bet she'd love to meet everyone."

"Female Stiles?" Scott perks up, interest more than piqued. "We definitely need to meet her."

"Yes because that's all we need," Lydia drawls. "Two Stiles in one room."

Allison laughs some, but lets it go as Stiles merely smirks. "So what about you two?" She asks the boys. "What do you do now?"

"I'm actually still with Deaton," Scott says. "It seems being a Vet was my calling."

"And I work under my dad," Stiles admits. "I'm actually Deputy Stilinski now."

Allison snorts. "Seriously?"

"Yep."

"I bet the station freaked when they realized you were working there instead of being taken into custody."

"There were a few scoffs of disbelief. It was spectacular," he grins.

"Don't forget Miss Romero calling it quits as secretary," Lydia teases. "I don't think she could handle the Stilinski heir for hours at a time."

"Yes, well that worked out in our favor," Stiles sniffs as Allison cackles. "If we hadn't gotten Malia the secretary job, we wouldn't have one of our own fielding the strange calls for Jordan and I."

Lydia concedes. "True."

"Enough about us," Scott's quick to jump in, "tell us about you. We don't know anything other than how you came back, where you were and how you came to be with the Winchesters."

"Yeah," Stiles says. "Now that you hunt demons and ghosts, too, what do you think is worse? Demons or ghosts?"

Sam and Allison don't even need to think about it as they simultaneously say, "Demons."

However, before they can elaborate, Sam's phone starts to ring loudly. The whole group startles, laughing at themselves for doing so as Sam checks the caller ID before putting his phone on silent. "Sorry about that." Phone now back in his pocket, Sam gives his attention back to the group. "Demons are by far the worst. Being possessed is not something I would ever wish on someone I disliked."

"You were possessed?!" Stiles yelps.

Another phone blares, this one coming from Allison's pocket as she hurries to pull it out and lets her friends stew about Sam's bombshell. Checking the caller ID, she huffs. "I reckon Dean woke up and figured out we took his car?"

"Yep."

Snorting, Allison silences her phone and sets it down on the bleacher between she and Sam. Her phone rings again, much to Scott, Stiles and Lydia's amusement, but she merely silences it once more. Sam's phone then starts up again and suddenly they can't suppress their laughter.

"Uh, do you need to get that?" Scott asks.

"Probably." Allison shrugs. When Sam finally shuts his phone off, Allison's starts up again and she finally decides to answer it. "What do you want, Winchester?"

"YOU TOOK BABY?!"

"Why hello, Dean. How are you? I'm fine, by the way, thanks for asking."

"Stuff it, Argent. You violated Baby and I can't even talk to you right now."

Grinning, she doesn't say a word, but she can still hear Dean breathing on the line. "You can't talk yet you're still on the phone with me.."

"..don't leave wherever you're at. Your dad and I are on the way to switch out vehicles."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

Dean hangs up then and Allison sets her phone back down.

"How does he know where you're even at?" Scott wonders.

"There's a tracker in the Impala," Sam huffs a laugh. "He's had the car stolen a few times, and learned that it was better to hide a tracker in it than blindly pick a direction and hope to run into the person who took the car in the first place."

"So back to what we were talking about before we were rudely interrupted," Allison grins. "Demons and possession."

Stiles scoffs with a small shake of his head, awed. "You say that as if it's no big deal. You sound so at ease talking about them."

"Well when you've had the company of demons for years, talking about them as if it's no big shock is kind of not a big deal." Stiles, Scott and Lydia go quiet, and Allison suddenly regrets her words. A beat passes and she's slow to realize that she shouldn't have to watch her mouth around them. She knows she's not as she was before she died and the sooner her friends realize that, the better off everyone would be. "And besides, speaking from experience, demon possession does suck. I wouldn't even recommend that on my enemies."

"Y-you?" Scott stammers. "You were possessed, too?"

Smiling grimly, Allison nods. "Yep. On my twenty-first birthday, too. Castiel saved me again that night." Eyes flicker to her arm where Castiel's hand print sticks out from beneath the three quartered floral sleeves of her shirt.

"But you're okay now?" Lydia wonders.

"Yes."

"You're not afraid to get possessed again?" Stiles then asks.

"Nope."

"How- how are you not scared?" Out of everyone, Scott seems the one most terrified.

"Because of these," Sam says and pulls aside the collar of his white v-neck. "We all have anti-possession tattoos."

"You have a tattoo?!" This time, it's Lydia who yelps though she looks oddly amused and pleased at the turn of events.

"Two actually." Allison smiles as she starts inching up the sleeve to reveal the arrows on the back of her right bicep. Once the ink is there for her friends to see, she turns her arm just so and lets them take a look.

"Arrows, huh," Stiles muses. "Quite fitting."

"That's what I thought, too, at the time. I actually didn't have my memories then, but when I saw the arrows I just knew I had to get them."

"Well, it's lovely," Lydia assures her.

Scott suddenly perks up and looks towards the parking lot behind them. "Chris and Dean are here."

They all watch as a shiny black BMW parks before Dean's grabbing something out of Chris' hand, Dean then angrily climbing out and stomping towards them while Chris calmly climbs out of the BMW and settles into passenger seat of the Impala.

As Dean gets closer, the more clearer his angry ramblings can be heard. His boots stomp up the metal bleachers quite loudly and Sam grins while he digs out the Impala's keys from his pocket. "Here. There isn't a dent or scrape on it." Sam tosses the Impala's keys to his brother and Dean tosses the BMW's keys to Sam.

"You both are absolute heathens," Dean sneers at them. Then without another word, he turns and stomps back down the metal stairs.

For a moment, there's silence and then Sam, Allison, Scott, Lydia and Stiles are all cracking up. Dean soon peels out of the school parking lot and the others are left to finish catching up.

The pack learns of Allison's adventures with the brothers and the fact that ghosts are actually a pain in the ass to get rid of. They find out how slowly Allison's memories returned and the fact that Scott was the first person she remembered after running into a beta werewolf and her alpha. Stiles huffs at Derek being the reason she remembered everything, and then Lydia and Scott throw their friend under the bus- letting Stiles know he better get on Derek's good side since he's dating his cousin after all.

Allison perks up at that bit of information, she cooing at the fact Stiles and Malia are apparently a thing, and Stiles tries to put the attention on the something else.

While he's stammering to come up with something else, no one notices another person making his way towards them until he's shouting up at them. "BILINSKI! WHAT ARE YOU AND YOUR INGRATE LITTLE FRIENDS DOING HERE!?"

Sam gapes at the man whose eyes are nearly bugging out of his head and Allison giggles as Stiles sighs in great resignation. "That's coach Finstock," she tells him. "I'm kind of surprised he's still here."

The man in a white shirt and black shorts then starts marching around the bleachers, he stomping up the stairs to their location. "McCall," he nods at Scott. "Red head girl I don't even remember," he then huffs while Lydia mumbles about working at the same high school as him. Allison snorts and Finstock's gaze snaps to her. His eyes narrow briefly as Allison and the coach stare at one another, his brow quickly furrowing. "Why do you look so familiar? You look like trouble. Are you trouble?"

Slowly smirking, Allison shakes her head. "No, sir."

His hands settle on his hip. "I know you," he muses and then frowns. "Didn't you die?"

Allison's amusement quickly fades as her eyes widen and Lydia sharply inhales. Sam quickly stands while offering his hand, bringing the attention on himself. "Hi, sir. Nice to meet you. I'm Sam."

Finstock stares Sam up and down curiously. "Sam what? I don't remember you, son," he says as he slowly takes Sam's hand to shake. "You'd definitely would have been on my team if you went to school here, but I don't remember a boy your size ever attending."

"He didn't go here." Stiles rolls his eyes and Finstock's staring back at him.

"Shut it, Bilinski. Don't you have a town to patrol?"

"It's Stilinski!" He yells, finally getting aggravated.

"Mhm. Whatever you say." Taking one last look around at the remaining group, Finstock huffs. "Stay out of trouble and don't mess up my field. If there's even one blade of grass plucked from that field, I WILL KNOW WHO DID IT!" He's shouting by the end of his sentence, pointing each and every person out. "Your faces are all burned into the back of my eyelids. Behave!" Then without further conversation, Coach Finstock takes his leave.

"He seemed like an interesting person," Sam chuckles.

"You've no idea," Scott says.

xXx

When stomachs start rumbling around the lunch hour, the gathered group make plans to go grab a bite to eat.

Sam's not paying much attention as they descend the bleacher stairs, he just content to hear Allison laugh as she and Lydia stomp down the stairs side-by-side, and it takes a sharp tug on the back of shirt to realize that Scott and Stiles are trying to discreetly stall him. Slowing his steps, Sam comes to a stop and turns around when he's sure Allison's not paying him any attention. "Hey, guys," he says, brow furrowing, "what's up?"

"Is.. is she okay?" Scott asks, voice low. "Like, really okay?"

Seeing how worried both Scott and Stiles seem as they keep glancing towards Allison, Sam sighs and tucks his hands deep into his pockets. "Yes.. and no." Both boys whip their heads so fast back towards Sam that Sam actually grimaces. "She's.. she's working through it," he admits quietly even though Allison's well out of ear shot. "There are good days, but there are also bad days."

"What exactly happened?" Stiles asks. "Did she tell you everything? We know she's holding back on us."

Sam gulps. "Yeah. It- the thing you have to know is," he says, sighing once again, "is that time works differently in Hell. When Dean first got sent to Hell, I thought he'd only been down there for four months since that's how long he'd been dead, but he wasn't. He said it was forty years he spent down there."

"Y-years..?" Scott mumbles. "So if.. if Allison had been dead for years here, then.."

Sam shakes his head. "What's done is done, Scott. She didn't want to tell you and I only told you because I know that guys are practically like family. She's still Allison, but at the same time she's not. Just talk to her like you normally would and if you see she's pulling away or acting differently, don't question it. Hell really took a toll on her and it's a miracle that Chris got her to come back here in the first place."

Scott frowns. "She wasn't going to come back?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure she would have. She was really scared that you'd all treat her differently, or worse she thought you'd expect her to be that same person you once knew." Scott and Stiles seemingly go speechless, and Sam gestures for them to follow him when Lydia and Allison start hollering for them to hurry. "Just don't dwell on it, okay? Allison's here now and that's all that matters. She's laughing, she's smiling and she's happy. All we can do now is do our best to keep her that way."