Chris had left for Mexico as soon as possible, he and Allison having wrapped Kate in chains and wolfsbane while everyone watched on from a distance.

"You okay with all of this?" Sam had asked while Dean helped Chris put Kate in the trunk of his vehicle.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Allison asked.

"She's family."

Allison shook her head. "She's a monster. She was a monster long before she was turned and the world will be safer with her off the streets."

Sam left it at that, he wrapping an arm around her shoulder and letting Allison burrow into his side tiredly. The last hour still weighed heavily on his mind, but he knew now was not the time to speak of it.

"You good?" Dean had then asked Chris when the trunk was closed on Kate. "She might be out of her damn mind, but she's still your sister."

Chris frowned. "My little sister was taken from me long ago. I don't even know who this woman is anymore."

"Fair enough. Just.. if you need or want help, say the word. Alli and Sam can hold the fort down for us and I'll travel to Mexico with you. I don't know how we'll get across the border with a body in the trunk, but I'm sure we'll manage."

Chris finally huffed a laugh. "I appreciate the offer, but this is something I gotta do myself. And besides," he'd smirked, "I'm not too sure how border patrol will take to seeing a Winchester. I've got enough connections to get through with no problem, but some hunters are still sore about the chaos you and Sam wreaked in the past."

Dean grimaced. "Figured. Well, be safe, will 'ya?" Dean suddenly looked uncomfortable and Chris raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Your sister is something else and I know Cas said she'll be out for a few days, but still. I'll let him know to keep an eye out on your travels before he leaves."

"Will do, Dean. Make sure your brother keeps an eye on my daughter."

This time Dean laughed. "I'm sure Sammy will keep both eyes and hands on your daughter."

"Too far, Winchester. Too far."

So Chris left for Mexico, followed by Castiel who promised to make sure Chris didn't run into any trouble. And though Charlie was already starting to crash from her adrenaline rush, she didn't want the night to end because she had planned to leave the following morning. Then at Derek's loft in which they were staying, Charlie only managed to stay awake for a couple more hours before crashing and falling asleep on Malia who was rather very amused by the redhead who reminded her so much of her boyfriend.

Come morning Charlie is outraged to have fallen asleep, though the Pack can't take her too seriously given her Star Wars pajamas she had managed to change into sometime in the night and the serious case of bedhead she's got going on. So to make Charlie feel better, Scott and Stiles round the entire pack up and buy a big breakfast for Charlie's send off.

"You guys are seriously the best," Charlie says. Breakfast had been quite the affair and Charlie had been rather pleased with all her new friends and phone numbers she's added to her phone. Now they stand outside by Charlie's car, saying their goodbyes. "I really do have to get in touch with the sourwolf and see about if he'd rent out a place for me in his building."

Stiles cackles. "I will give you fifty bucks if you call Derek sourwolf to his face and record it."

"I'll take that bet," she says, immediate to take him up on the offer. Laughing, the two shake on it.

"We really shouldn't have introduced them," Lydia drawls, hip checking Scott. Then bringing forward her hand that's clasped within another, the banshee smiles. "Charlie, I'd like to officially introduce you to Jordan. He's been busy, but he here's now."

Charlie looks to him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to figure out who he was within the pack. "You can call me Jordan.. or Parrish," he smiles lightly.

"Oh. The hellhound, right? Hi. Charlie," she says, gesturing to herself. "I definitely should have met you earlier. I have so many questions about different types of hellhounds."

"Maybe next time you're in town," he chuckles. "Or text Lydia. I'm sure she'll pass along the questionnaire."

Allison sidles up to Charlie then, she smiling kindly at both Jordan and Lydia. Her gaze lingers downward and her eyes widen, her gaze then darting up. "You and Parrish?! Why didn't you say anything?"

Lydia guiltly chuckles and shrugs. "We're not into PDA."

"Uh huh. I'll remember this the next time you start teasing me about Sam." Then looking at Jordan, she holds out her hand. "Hey, I'm Allison. We were introduced before, but we didn't really get to talk."

"Yeah." Jordan shakes her hand. "I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet the legend."

Allison laughs. "I like you. And you're definitely a step up from all those fresh men."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Lydia blurts. "Come on, lets go. I think I see Malia getting into some trouble over.. there."

As Lydia drags Jordan away to an oblivious Lydia, Scott gives his attention back to Charlie and opens up his arms. Surprisingly, Charlie gladly accepts the hug. "Beacon Hills welcomes you anytime, Charlie. Anytime. Any friend of Allison's is a friend of the pack."

"Oh, McCall, you're gonna wish you hadn't said that one of these days." Several more hugs are had, as are promises to keep in touch while on her travels, and then Charlie is pausing briefly by the driver's side door of her car. Raising a hand, she waves at everyone standing around. "Sayonara, bitches!"

Allison snorts, she turning her head and muffling her laughter into Sam's shoulder.

xXx

"So what's the plan for tonight?" Lydia asks, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Tonight is Allison, Sam and Dean's last night here and we're wasting it by laying around and eating pizza. As usual."

"We should have gone to Sinema," Malia grumbles. "We always have a good time there."

Hayden mumbles in agreement and Dean looks confused. "The Cinema?"

"No. Sinema," Liam smirks. "Gay club. It's Mason's home away from home and Hayden used to waitress there."

"Oh." And then, "Charlie will be pissed if we go to a gay club without her," Dean says offhandedly. "What else is there to do here?"

Before anyone can answer, a phone starts ringing and as everyone starts patting down their pockets to make sure it's not their own, Scott shouts triumphantly while pulling out his ringing cell. "It's Stiles," he tells them while immediately answering and putting the phone on speaker. "Hey, man, what's up?"

"If you guys are eating pizza without me, I'm gonna be so pissed."

Scott grins. "We saved you and Jordan a box each for your late night lunch break."

"Awesome. So, uh, I love you, Scottie, but I actually called looking for someone else."

"Of course, you did."

"Yeah. Sam and Dean wouldn't happen to be anywhere in the near vicinity, would they?"

Scott's gaze darts to the two brothers who perk up in their seats. "Uh, yeah. They're here."

"Good. Dad intercepted a call for Jordan and I, but I figured this was a call for the ghostbusters."

"Shoot, kid," Dean says. "What's going on?"

"It might be nothing, but we got a call about suspicious activity at the high school. Motion detectors and silent alarms are being tripped, but our deputies are finding no one there. Lights are flickering and Jordan took a ride down there to see for himself, and he swore the temperature dropped a several degrees while he was roaming the halls."

"Ghost?" Sam asks, looking to his brother before giving his attention to the rest of the pack. "Has anyone died at the school that would be haunting it?"

Several pack members scoff. "Plenty have died on school grounds," Scott shrugs, "but-"

"But..?" Dean presses.

"There was a teenager who hung himself in the auditorium two years after we graduated."

"Yeah! I remember that," Stiles muses. "Griffin, right? Smart kid, but didn't have any friends and was depressed."

"Yep. He was a good kid," Scott remembers fondly.

"I went to the funeral to pay my respects," Liam admits. "There were a few kids there, but it was mainly his family. It was kind of sad."

"If his spirit is acting out, you do know what that means, right?" Allison asks, frowning. "We have to salt and burn his bones."

"Grave desecration," Dean nods. "It's ugly, especially for a kid's grave, but it has to be done. His spirit might be friendly right now, but he won't remain that way. Over time he'll become angrier and angrier, and he'll be able to do physical violence."

"I'm heading to the school," Stiles tells them. "Maybe we should split up? Half to the school and the other half to the cemetery just in case it is Griffin. I'll tell Jordan to patrol around the cemetery so you guys aren't interrupted while you're digging up a grave."

"Sounds good," Dean agrees. "I'll send Sam to the cemetery with whoever Scott thinks should go with him. I'll meet you at the school with everyone else."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

As soon as the call ends, Allison raises her hand immediately. "Dibs on going to the school. It's been years since I've roamed the halls at night. I could use a fresh memory of that place."

Sam chuckles. "That's fine. Who's going with me then?"

"Uh," Scott mumbles and looks to his pack.

"We'll go," Liam volunteers, pointing to himself and Hayden who's nodding in agreement. "I know where the graves at."

"And I'll go with them," Kira grins. "Someone's gotta help Hayden watch the boys' backs while they're digging up a grave."

"Alright, so if we're going to the cemetery, that means we get the Impala." Dean splutters, but Sam continues over him as if he didn't try to deny him the car. "The shovels and shotguns with salt rounds are in the trunk."

"So take them out of the trunk," Dean retorts quickly. "Little miss she-wolf has her own car. Take hers," he says while pointing at Hayden.

"Both Lydia and Mason have their own cars, and Scott has his bike. You can catch a ride with one of them," Sam presses on. "It's just going to be for a couple of hours."

Dean opens his mouth to continue arguing, but Lydia jumps to her feet. "Okay! Allison's coming with Malia and I, and Dean's going with Mason and Scott. Got it? Good." Even Dean knows not to argue with the fiery redhead and grumbles his agreement once everyone starts to go their separate ways.

Outside they take a brief moment to get situated, Allison grabbing a jacket, her bow and quiver of arrows from the back of the Impala. Dean grabs up a sawed-off shotgun plus a pocket full of salt rounds and hides the gun within his leather jacket before heading for Mason's car.

Once the girls are situated in their car, Lydia flashes her lights twice before taking off and taking the lead.

xXx

At the school, Scott asks for Dean and Allison to take the lead. They meet Stiles- Stiles who Dean and Allison are seeing in uniform for the first time- and it takes a minute for Allison to get her giggles under control. She coos over her friend for coming so far in life and looking so official looking, and Stiles grumbles while telling her to just get it all out of her system.

Entering the school, Dean clicks on a flashlight and lights it up up and down the hallways. He whistles lowly. "Man, oh man. Didn't like highschool then and I'm definitely not liking it now. Can we get this over with quickly?"

Lydia, Mason, Scott and Malia stand huddled together, the four of them casting wary glances all around them.

"Yes, please." Allison's amusement from earlier is now long gone as she nocks an arrow on her bow. She shivers in the darkened hallways of the school she once attended. "How are we splitting up?"

"Dibs on Dean!" Lydia blurts. When everyone turns scandalized looks towards her, she feigns innocence. "What? He's the expert hunter. I'd rather face a ghost head on with him than anyone else."

"Gee. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Lyds."

"Sorry, Allison, but Dean's been doing this longer than you."

Allison huffs, but the smile is proof she's not truly upset. "Fine. I call Malia." The werecoyote chuckles and stands next to the huntress, and Stiles immediately latches on to Scott.

"Fine. I see how it is," Mason scoffs. "I'll take my chances with the ladies. Allison, lead on."

Allison and Malia grin, Malia's eyes glowing softly to see better in the dark. They take off in one direction, the voices of the pack and Dean fading as they get further and further away.

"So what are the chances of this actually being Griffin?" Mason asks a minute into their search. The high school was a lot creepier at night and he needed to talk or his nerves would get the best of him. "And do they really have to burn his bones? That's a bit harsh."

Making sure to keep her footfalls light, Allison frowns over his shoulder. "Harsh, but necessary. If it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure Sam and the others cover back up his grave afterwards. We usually light the fire and then just leave, but since we have the authorities on our side this time, we can take our time to cover the hole back up."

"Yeah. Okay. That actually does make me feel a little bit better."

Allison bumps into Malia, she startling and turning around to see what the hold-up is. "Malia-"

"Is that the ghost we're looking for?" The coyote mumbles. "He's.. flickering."

Allison spots the apparition down the hall in front of them, she gulping and nodding. As she breathes out, she sees her breath come out in a puff of smoke. "Yep."

"That's Griffin," Mason murmurs. "I remember he had glasses like those. I'll call- I'll call Liam to let him know."

Flickering, the spirit smirks at them. Then with a mock salute towards the three of them, he disappears within the blink of an eye. The temperature rises now that the apparition is gone, Mason fumbles with his phone and an earsplitting scream makes them freeze.

"Hurry," Allison says.

Malia takes off in a dead sprint, Allison and Mason following behind as Mason tries in vain to reach his friends at the cemetery. Malia roars, the sound of it echoing down the hall and another roar answers in return from somewhere else in the school. Mason starts yelling into his phone to dig faster, he panting that it is Griffin and for them to hurry with the digging, and Allison skids to a stop in the auditorium where Dean and Lydia are standing near the stage- Dean struggling with a noose trying to wrap itself around his neck.

The spirit wins out just as Scott and Stiles rush into the room, the noose wrapping tight around Dean's neck and yanking him up off the ground just far enough to where he can't support his own weight. Lydia immediately tries to hug Dean's legs to support some of his weight and push him upward so he's not choking, and the rest of the pack rush to help, but even from her spot Allison can see Dean's face starting to turn purple.

Without further warning, Allison hurriedly takes aim with her bow and arrow, and pulls back on the string. "Brace yourselves!" She yells. The arrow flies a second later, the sharp silver-tip severing the rope and dropping Dean down into the pack's arms.

"Sonnuvabitch!" Dean hollers, untangling his limbs from those of the pack, spitting mad as he loosens the noose's knot from around his neck. "We're never coming back to Beacon Hills. I feel personally victimized by the monsters here!"

An eerie chuckle resonates around the room, the apparition flickering back to life in a crouch above them on the stage. Pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, the spirit coos at them. "You guys are no fun. I wasn't really gonna kill the guy."

The pack glances up over their heads, every one of them scrambling away from the stage as Dean struggles with the rope before tossing it aside and picking the shotgun back up. Standing to his feet, Dean cocks the gun. "Your sense of humor is warped, kid. Lucky for you, so is mine." Dean shoots and the apparition disappears with a screech.

"Where'd he go?!" Stiles yelps.

"That wasn't very nice." Everyone whirls around towards the sound of the voice, Griffin the spirit standing several feet from them down the aisle. Gone is the somewhat playful spirit and it's place is a spirit that looks vengeful. His right hand swings out and Dean goes flying, the shotgun clattering to the floor as Dean hits a wall and stays there by some invisible force. "They were mean to me then and you're mean to me now. I should have known nothing would have changed."

"Mean to you? W-We're not being mean!" Stiles stammers. "You're not supposed to be here. You died. You need to move on."

"Silence."

Stiles opens his mouth to retort, but quickly finds that he can't speak. Panicking, he claws at his throat and his eyes widen in shock. The second he starts hyperventilating, Malia growls and unsheathes her claws and teeth.

"Well would you look at that," Griffin chuckles sardonically. "I always knew there was something off about Beacon Hills." Malia lunges only to end up flying across the room and pinned to wall next to Dean, and Scott roars something fierce. "Look at that," the spirit drawls. "Cujo's pis-" He cuts off with a scream, he clutching at his chest where he burns up from the inside out until there's nothing left.

Dean and Malia drop, Malia being the only one to land on her feet in a crouch and Stiles gasps for air greedily while babbling about spirits being dicks and that he hopes ghosts aren't going to be a weekly or even a monthly problem.

"What the hell was that?" Mason mutters.

"That's what happens when the bones burn," Allison says. "Sam, Kira, Liam and Hayden have done their job."

"Can we get out of here now?" Dean grumbles as he limps towards them. "I'm hungry, I'm tired and I'm most definitely looking forward to leaving this place come tomorrow evening."

Allison was sleeping peacefully after a long night of talking over food with the McCall pack. She doesn't know what it is that brings her out of such a peaceful slumber, but the cool air hitting her suddenly bare abdomen quickly followed by a pair of lips wakes her up even more.

She wiggles in place when the scratchy scruff of her boyfriend slowly drags alongside her navel and groans when the tip of Sam's tongue drags from her navel on upward. "Sam," she moans. "Don't start something you won't be able to finish."

His answering chuckle practically vibrates down to her bones. "Dean's gone, sweetheart. We have the loft to ourselves and after a short embarrassing talk with Lydia last night, she's keeping the pack at bay for another two hours."

"Mmm. God bless that nosy banshee." Her hands reach down to grasp Sam by his face, she dragging him up so his lips land on hers. "So we've got two hours," she pauses to nip at his bottom lip, "to get all athletic and sweaty in the most fun possible ways," another nip, "without any interruptions from our family or friends." She takes a moment to deepen the kiss, her tongue easily slipping passed Sam's lips as he groans in answer. "What are we waiting for, Mr. Winchester?" She asks coyly as she pulls back slightly. "The clock's ticking."

xXx

Deliciously sore and exhausted, Sam watches as Allison dresses with a small smile playing at her lips. His heart and gut clench in the best possible of ways, and his mind can't help but replay three little words over and over that Allison had uttered.

"I love, I love you, I love you," she had chanted after Castiel saved him from dying once more. And while those three little words don't necessarily scare him, he is wondering whether or not Allison meant them, or if she said them in the heat of the moment and was just grateful to have him still alive.

"Sam? Sam!"

"What?"

"You zoned out. You okay?" She asks, tying up hair to keep it out of her face.

Yeah, I'm good is what he wants to say- it's on the tip of his tongue, but they're not the words that make it out of his mouth. "You said you loved me," he blurts, his eyes widening at the mistake. Allison freezes, but Sam presses on. It's out there. He might as well get it out of the way. "When Cas saved me," he then clarifies, "you kept mumbling it over and over."

"So you heard that, huh?"

"Yeah." This time Sam fidgets as they stare at one another, he getting uncomfortable the longer the silence goes on. He wants to say it back- he should say it back since she's said them already, but the words just won't come.

Allison snorts. "I can see you panicking from here." She finishes up the last button on her plaid shirt, she then walking up to Sam and placing one hand on his shoulder while the other cups his cheek to angle his face up. "Sam, just because I said them doesn't mean you have to. You say them when you're absolutely ready."

"And you are?" He asks. "Ready, I mean. You're sure it's love?"

"Samuel Winchester," Allison coos. Both her hands are cupping his face now, she leaning down to rest her forehead against his. "Life is too short. What I feel is what I feel and I will do my best to never lie to you, so when I say I love you.. I mean it. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." She presses a chaste kiss to his lips, standing back to her full height and letting her hands fall from his face. "Now don't make this weird. I'm not pressuring you to say them back. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

Sam watches as she walks off, she finishing getting dressed and he feels a whole lot lighter than he did minutes ago when his mind started panicking. After taking a moment to just take in Allison getting ready, he slides off the bed and starts collecting the bed sheets and blankets to throw into wash before they leave later on in the day.

A good half hour later, Dean finally returns with a late lunch. The pack isn't too far behind him, but the second half of them enter the loft.. they all stop in their steps and wrinkle their noses while casting cautionary glances around the room. Well, Malia and Liam wrinkle their noses. Scott and Hayden are doing their best to not make eye contact with anyone while also trying not to breathe.

"Really, guys?" Malia glowers. "The next time you know sensitive noses are coming over, have the sex marathon somewhere else."

Stiles and Dean cackle while leaning on each other for support, Allison and Sam blush a deep red, and the rest of the pack do their best to stifle their laughter, but find that it's nearly impossible to do so.

xXx

Later in the afternoon after Dean, Sam and Allison have picked up after themselves and put away everything they'd used while staying at Derek's loft, they pack up their belongings and start packing up the Impala.

Stiles and Jordan had both started their shift at work already, but given they were patrolling the town it was easy for them to stop by Derek's building to send off the Kansas crew.

"I wish you guys could have stayed longer," Scott says while hugging Allison. "It's been great having all of you around."

"It was fun," Allison admits, "but home is calling. It's time we get back and start looking for our next case."

"Yeah." Stepping back, Scott throws an arm around Kira's shoulders, the pack flanking the both of them. "Beacon Hills will always welcome you," he then says to Allison, Sam and Dean. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to call. The McCall pack will always have your back."

"Thanks. That actually means a lot," Sam smiles.

"And hey, before I forget," Dean remarks, "I have something for you." Everyone watches as Dean pops the trunk to his car, he digging through it before coming up with a black pouch and tossing it towards Scott. "No matter if you're human or not, it's best to be protected. Demons won't care if their meat suit is fragile or powered, they'll just slip right on in if they feel like it."

Digging through the pouch, Scott pulls out several necklaces with star pendants that have flames around each one. "What are-"

"Anti-possession necklaces," Allison tells him. "Wear them around your necks and under your shirts at all costs. It's better to have a tattoo since it's harder to remove than a necklace, but the necklace will do just fine."

"Oh, thank god," Stiles sighs in relief. "I was not looking forward to a needle piercing my skin over and over."

"At least you have the choice of getting a tattoo normally," Liam blanches. "Us werewolves need fire just to make the tattoo stick."

Having passed out the necklaces, Scott grins at his beta as Liam hastily pulls his necklace on over his head. "Come on, it's not so bad."

"Says the alpha who passed out while Derek made me hold you down," Stiles scoffs.

The pack all laugh as their alpha pouts at his best friend, the lot of them then going through another round of hugs and handshakes before Allison, Sam and Dean all climb into the Impala.

"Remember," Scott says when the engine roars to life. "Anything. You need anything at all and we'll have your back."

We're finally going back home to the bunker! Two other 'Supernatural' characters will be making an appearance :) Can you guess who?