Some time passed. Dean and Sam went to jail (on purpose, surprisingly!) To hunt a spirit that was killing inmates.
The next obstacle they faced, however, was much, much worse.
A demon waited patiently in Allie's body for Dean and Sam to open their eyes. She stood at a blood altar while they were chained around beams in an abandoned warehouse outside of Iowa.
"Good evening, Boys. So glad to see you've decided to join the living." The demon purred, its eyes flashing black. "Pretty girl. Nice meat suit; real easy to slip in and make myself at home. She was very..." the demon trailed off and grinned mischievously, twirling a knife between blood-painted fingers before continuing. "Loose."
Dean's eyes snapped open at the sound of the demon's voice, his heart racing as he took in Allie's new appearance. She looked... different somehow - more confident and seductive than usual. It was unsettling, to say the least. "Allie?" He managed to croak out her name before shaking his head sharply, trying to clear away any lingering effects from being knocked out.
Sam's eyes fluttered slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the scene before him. Allie stood at a crimson-soaked altar, her blue eyes cold and empty— replaced by an unsettling black void that made him shiver. She was dressed differently. Jeans and a black shirt with a leather jacket. "Allie?" He repeated Dean's question, voice hoarse with fear and confusion. "Who are you?" He gritted his teeth as the demon's eyes flashed black.
The demon pretended to think theatrically. "Well, I don't generally use my given name it's... quite long." She was old, hundreds of years to be exact. "You can call me Lana." She spoke in a tone that was mockingly seductive before climbing into Sam's lap. Sam and Dean's arms were tied around the beams, she wasn't taking any chances. "She's so lovely, isn't she? Normally I pump 'em and dump 'em but I might keep this one for a while." Lana growled with a wide and devious smile.
Sam's eyes widened in horror as Allie climbed into his lap, her body pressing against him. He could feel the heat of it through their clothes and couldn't help but shudder at how different she seemed - colder somehow, more distant than usual. "Allie," he repeated desperately, trying to reach out for her even though his arms were bound tightly behind him. "Don't do this. Fight it!" His voice was hoarse with fear and anger, heart pounding wildly in his chest as he struggled uselessly against the ropes that held him captive.
Dean's eyes narrowed in anger as he watched the demon taunt them, his muscles tensing with every move Allie —- no —- Lana made. "You sick bitch" he growled out through clenched teeth, struggling against his own restraints futilely. He couldn't just sit back and let her be used like this; not by some low-rent douchebag demon who thought he could play dress up and call it a day. "Let her go!" His voice echoed off of the empty warehouse walls, drawing Lana's attention away from Sam for a moment.
Lana stood... "Sam, you're a buzzkill. You should be more fun. Like me!" She laughed before tracing the beam with her fingertips and slowly sinking down into Dean's lap. "She's screaming in here, you know. I'm drowning her. Keeping her quiet. I'm making her watch." Lana was a fucking bitch through and through.
Sam's eyes widened in horror as Lana climbed into Dean's lap. "Dean," he managed to choke out, his voice cracking with fear and desperation. He couldn't stand by and watch this happen again; not after what happened to Jessica. "You think you can scare us?" He growled back at the demon, trying to channel some of Dean's bravado even though his heart was pounding like a drum in his chest. "We've been through worse." It wasn't entirely true but it had to work. They needed time. Time for something, anything.
Dean gritted his teeth, trying not to react as Lana pressed Allie's slender frame against him. She smelled like her usual vanilla and wildflow perfume and something else darker underneath it all; a hint of sulfur mixed with blood that made his stomach turn. "I'll kill you." He growled back at the demon, voice low and dangerous. "I don't know who you think you are" he continued, eyes locked on hers in an unwavering gaze, "but you let her go."
"..."
"No" Lana spoke flatly while unphased by Dean's tough boy persona. "You have something that I want and if you don't give it to me...?" The tension in the room filled until it weighed down on the brothers. "I'll bring your bitch around town and let every single man pipe her until she begs you to shoot her." Her voice lost its mockingly seductive aura and took on a much darker, much crueler timbre.
Dean's eyes flashed with anger at the demon's threat, his hands clenching into fists against the ropes that held him. "You touch her and i'll follow you until I find you." he snarled through gritted teeth, voice low and dangerous as he struggled uselessly against his restraints. "She's mine. Not yours."
Sam's heart raced in his chest, fear and anger warring within him as he watched the exchange between Dean and Lana. He couldn't just sit back and let this happen - not to Allie. They should have known something like this would happen. "Wait!" His voice cracked slightly but it was enough to draw her attention away from Dean momentarily. "What do you want?" he said quickly, trying to buy them time while formulating a plan in his head.
Lana tilted her head to the side with Allie's body. "World peace." She taunted sarcastically. "I want a list of all Azazel's special children. I know you have their names." She licked her lips. "I just want to have a chat with them." All the people the Winchester's had helped, had saved that were like Sam. She had a mission.
Sam's eyes widened in horror as the truth dawned on him. "You want to kill them, don't you?" He asked. How could he possibly give up their names? These were people that trusted him, that he had something in common with. "Never," he growled back at her, refusing to budge even though his heart was pounding like a drum in his chest. "They trust us! We won't betray them!"
Lana sighed. "Well, I suppose I can play for a little while until you finally give in."
She leaned in close to Dean and started to kiss and suck on his neck. With a wide grin, Lana imitated Allie's hyperfeminine, bubbly timber but made it quite seductive— removing her own cruel and sinister undertones. "Dean..." she breathed out in a noise akin to a moan before grinding herself on top of him. "I want you. Don't you wanna play with me?" Lana relished in making him squirm, manipulating him; it was fun.
Dean looked away, trying not to react as Lana's lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck. She knew exactly what she was doing — how to push all of his buttons at once: his protective instincts towards Sam and Allie, and his own baser desires that he usually kept firmly locked away.
"No" he barked out through clenched teeth, struggling to break free. "You can go fuck yourself." a snarl of defiance. If anything were to happen to Allie, how would he live with himself?
Lana grinned. Now she was getting somewhere.
She leaned back in his lap and began to shed her layers, throwing the leather jacket to the side and unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a lace bra and ample cleavage. "I know you want me. I'll do the work." Lana continued to use Allie's natural voice for manipulation. "I'm so lonely, Dean." She slowly pulled off the shirt. He would give her what she wanted. She had ways of making sure it happened.
Dean's eyes flickered briefly to where Lana was now practically naked in front of him. His body reacted against his will, heat pooling low in his abdomen as he fought the urge to reach out and pull her into his arms. She looked so damn good like this; all soft curves and temptation wrapped up in a package that screamed 'mine'.
But it wasn't Lana's to give away and Dean was a man of consent, no matter the temptation. "No" he growled again, voice rough with desire and frustration. "Allie isn't a piece of meat!" He couldn't let himself fall for this trap, not when she had already taken enough from them. He may have flirted with Allie constantly but that was a part of their dynamic and consensual, it was part of their friendship. This wasn't her and it wasn't right.
Sam's heart raced in his chest as he watched the exchange between Dean and Lana. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, the struggle within him palpable.. "Lana" he called out, trying to distract her attention away from his brother for a moment. "What about me?" His voice cracked at the request.
She couldn't help but give in. "Oh — Look at that! Someone's feeling left out." Lana could feel the possessiveness off of Dean. She needed to drive the brothers apart. She crawled towards Sam on all fours whilst only in her underwear, and spread his legs open, then slowly moved up his chest until their faces were inches apart. "Do you wanna fuck me, Sam?" Allie's voice pleaded in the questioning. Sounding desperate and full of desire.
Dean's eyes widened in shock as Lana bee-lined towards Sam, his muscles tightening even more at the thought of her touching him. "Sam," he growled out a warning, but it was too late; she was already close enough to taste. "No!" He yelled out reflexively, struggling against his restraints with renewed force when she brushed her lips against Sam's neck, feeling like every fiber of his being was on fire.
Sam's blood pumped hard through his arteries, heart slamming against his rubs as Lana crept towards him, her body so close he could feel her hair caressing his triceps. His mind screamed at him to push her away but his body betrayed him; it reacted to her touch like a magnet drawn to metal. "Dean," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths, trying desperately not to give into the darker part of himself that wanted this - wanted her. But there was something wrong here; something very wrong with how she moved and spoke. "It's not... Allie. Don't focus on it."
Lana trailed her finger along Sam's jawline. "Baby, I can be Allie for you. I can give you everything you've ever wanted. I'll make sure it's sweet." She leaned in and pressed their lips together. Her tongue gently grazed his bottom lip and she moaned. "Sam..." His name sounded like sugar when it came out. Her hand roamed underneath his shirt and felt his abs ripple beneath her fingertips. "You're so strong!" She whimpered in a sensual vocal dance of persuasion.
Sam's eyes widened in shock as Lana pressed her lips against his, feeling the heat of her breath on his face. His body reacted to her touch despite his better judgment; he could feel himself growing underneath his pants, trapped by the ropes that held him down. "No!" He growled out again, rubbing his wrists against the beams in an effort to loosen the hold on them. "Allie wouldn't... she doesn't..." But it was no use, the demon was using everything she had learned about them over their time together to tear them apart from within. But Allie was still in there.
Lana didn't comply with his protests. "She's still in here, Sam. Don't you want her to feel wanted? I know how she feels —- she's lonely. She's tired of Dean being with random women. She's tired of not being desirable emotionally. She wants to be important; we can do that for her, Sam." He seemed to be the gentle, sensitive one; wide open and ready for a little… direction.
She moved back to his lips, this time kissing him in a tender and passionate way. Her hands moved to his hair, fingertips running through it until Sam eventually gave in and parted his lips slightly. Lana moved Allie's tongue into his mouth and flicked it against his, caressing his tastebuds gently.
Sam groaned softly against the kiss, her voice was so much like Allie's that for a moment he almost believed she really felt this way about him but there was an underlying darkness in her eyes, a cruelty that didn't belong there. "Allie," he managed to choke out between breathless gasps for air.
Dean's eyes were glued to the scene unfolding between Lana and Sam, his body aching with jealousy as he watched her touch him so intimately. But it wasn't Allie; not really. She would never do something like this - she knew how much Sam meant to them both, not to mention their group dynamic.
He growled out a warning again, voice rough with frustration and fear for his brother. "Stop!" He yelled, struggling against his restraints even harder than before. "You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" His words echoed through the empty warehouse, but Lana didn't seem fazed by his anger at all.
"You had your chance, Dean." She smirked and turned to look at him for a moment. "Besides. I like tall men and Sam is... very tall." So was Dean...but still.
Lana's hands roamed further over Sam's muscular body and she started to grind softly against him. "Sam... she's so horny..." the demoness cooed and pressed Allie's body up against his. "Say you want to be with her." Lana knew if she kept pushing one of the brothers would lose control over an emotion and she would win, this wasn't her first time riding the wave.
"You're a fucking monster!" Dean yelled out at her, struggling against the ropes that bound him with renewed force. But it was futile; they were too strong for him alone to break free from. "I'm gonna send you straight back to hell you black-eyed BITCH!" Dean managed to work a small hidden knife into his hand by rubbing himself against the beam.
Sam's hands clenched into fists at his sides as Lana continued her relentless assault on his senses; every fiber of his being screamed out for her touch yet something held him back - a deeper part of himself that refused to let him succumb to this urges so easily.
"I can't do this!" His voice was strained with emotion, fear, and desire warring within him as she ground her hips against him in a slow, steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins like fire burning in his blood. "Allie doesn't want this!" He gasped out breathlessly between ragged gasps for air as he struggled to maintain control over himself. "This isn't right!" From the corner of his eye, he could see Dean cutting through his ropes with a small knife.
"I've got it." He muttered to himself as the rope finally broke apart under the blade, freeing him from his bonds at last. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against what he had to do next: take down Lana.
He got up slowly and made his way towards her with the knife clutched in his hand, ready for anything she might throw at him. Dean quickly pushed her off of Sam and began chanting the exorcism incantation.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"
He moved around the room to give himself space between his body and the demon's as he completed the prayer.
Lana withered and twitched within Allie's body. "Fuck you!" She screeched and did her best to stay in the vessel before deciding to hop town. If she didn't leave he would exorcize her fully and send her back to hell. Allie's mouth opened wide and a thick plum of black smoke came out. The air became dense with sulfur as Lana exited the host and retreated away to find another vessel.
Allie's body fell to the floor with a loud thud, briefly passed out from the intense possession.
Dean watched as Lana left Allie's body, feeling relief wash over him at the sight of her unconscious form lying on the cold concrete below. "Sam?" He called out softly to his brother as he knelt down next to her, placing two fingers gently against her neck to check her pulse. "She's alive." His voice was full of relief as he pulled off his leather jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders, covering her up as much as possible before carefully scooping her up into his arms. "We need to get her back to Bobby's."
Sam stared at the floor, ashamed of what had just transpired between them. How could he possibly face Allie after all that? It had felt so real...so perfect and beautiful. But it wasn't real; it was just a game designed to manipulate them into giving away information that would allow Lana to hurt more people - to tear their family apart from within. And yet...
He stood up and followed Dean over to where Allie lay motionless on the ground, watching silently as he wrapped his jacket around her body before lifting her into his arms as though she weighed nothing at all. "Dean" Sam said quietly, trying not to let any emotion show through his voice despite how broken he felt inside.
"I know," Dean replied simply, giving his younger brother a reassuring nod as they walked out of the warehouse together. He could see how torn up Sam was over what happened but right now there was nothing either of them could do except make sure Allie got back safely. "Let's go home." They retreated together into the starless night.
Dean glanced over at Allie's sleeping form curled up in the backseat, feeling guilt gnaw at his gut as he remembered everything Lana had said earlier about how lonely she felt when he hooked up with other women instead of paying attention to her needs… but they were just friends; it was a lie, right? Manipulation?
"Dean" Sam called out to his brother as they got into the Impala together, making sure that no one else was around to overhear their conversation before speaking again. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, noticing the way Dean's eyes were clouded with pain and regret over what had happened back in the warehouse. "Talk to me, man." Sam urged gently when Dean stayed silent for too long, afraid of losing another loved one again so soon after John's death less than a year prior. "You can tell me anything."
Dean sighed heavily and leaned against the Impala's interior doorframe before replying in a low voice. "I'm fine, Sammy." His eyes darted nervously towards where Allie lay sleeping on the back seat, still wearing nothing more than her bra and panties after Lana's assault. "Just... worried about her, ya know? She doesn't deserve this shit." Dean shook his head sadly and stared out the windshield, feeling useless as always whenever things like this happened. "None of us do." He added in a whisper before starting up Baby. After a while of driving in quiet Dean lashed out, punching the steering wheel. "Fuck! This should never have happened!" He couldn't stand seeing her hurt; it was harder every time. He was supposed to protect her!
"I know, Dean. I feel the same way." Sam replied softly as he watched Dean's knuckles turn white from gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly. "But we'll get through this together, like always." He reached over and placed a hand gently on Dean's shoulder, trying to comfort him as best as he could in this situation where there were no easy answers or quick fixes to heal whatever damage had been done tonight between the three of them —- not when it was already too late anyway. "Dean" Sam continued with a slight frown. "If you're not gonna be able to drive safely, then let me drive."
Dean glared at Sam before reluctantly relinquishing control of the Impala to him, knowing that it would be better for everyone involved if they made it home safely tonight without having another accident due to destructive anger. He sighed heavily as he climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up, staring out the window at the passing scenery while trying not to think about how fucked up everything was right now. The silence stretched between them for several minutes before Dean finally spoke again, voice rough and tired. "Sammy," he started slowly, taking a deep breath before continuing on hesitantly. "Do you remember when dad used to take us camping back when we were kids?"
Sam glanced sideways at Dean from the corner of his eye and noticed how tense he was sitting next to him; his hands clenched tightly around the bench seat as if he needed something to hold onto or else he would fall apart completely at any second. Sam looked over at his older brother with a soft expression. So often, Dean kept things inside. His feelings tended to come out in small bursts, short slips before retreating away.
"Well, sometimes when we were camping and I couldn't sleep I'd go outside into the woods by myself and look up at the stars." Dean took another deep breath before continuing slowly. "And sometimes I'd wonder what it would be like if I never came back home from those trips ever again." He looked over at Sam again with tears welling up in his eyes, swallowing hard against the lump forming in his throat before speaking again in a croaked whisper. "I don't think I can do this anymore, Sammy." He paused for several seconds before continuing quietly while staring down at his hands that rested on his lap, tears streaming down his cheeks freely now. "I'm tired man."
Sam's heart clenched in his chest. Whenever Dean got like this he knew to offer a listening ear and usually not offer advice or verbal comfort, his brother usually just needed to vent some of it out. "Dean," he started softly, reaching over and placing a comforting hand on top of Dean's shoulder before squeezing it gently. "You can't say stuff like that."
Dean shook his head, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks before turning to face Sam. "I'm serious man," he said softly, voice cracking as he tried not to break down completely in front of his younger brother. "It's been years since mom died and dad... you know." He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to keep it together but failing miserably at this point.
"We could'a lost Allie." He couldn't even look back at her. He was wracked with guilt. "I can't lose her." He had never admitted it in such a vulnerable way before but his life was different since Allie walked into it. He was desperately attached to her. Losing her would kill him.
Sam's heart ached at the pain he saw etched on Dean's face. "Dean," He said softly as a tear threatened to spill over from his own eyes. "You won't lose her." His hand tightened around Dean's shoulder in reassurance. "We promised each other we would stick together through thick and thin - good hunts or bad ones alike. You saved her."
Dean looked over at Sam, emerald eyes filled with gratitude and relief as his brother offered comforting words.. "Thanks, Sammy," he managed to choke out before leaning back against the seat and closing his eyes tightly for a moment, trying to compose himself again.
"I'm sorry I snapped earlier." He mumbled softly after taking several deep breaths in through his nose and exhaling slowly out of his mouth. "It's just... seeing her like that..."
Sam nodded, understanding completely. "I know" he replied as they pulled into Bobby's driveway and got out of the car to assess any damage from their latest hunt together - both physical and emotional this time around. They had been through so much already; losing John only made things worse for all three of them emotionally speaking since then.
"We need some downtime," Sam said finally after checking on Allie who was still resting soundly in the backseat.
"Yeah, we do." Dean agreed quietly, following Sam into the house and helping him carry Allie inside to her room. He tucked her in gently, making sure she was comfortable before leaving her to rest peacefully. "I'll make some coffee," he offered as they entered the kitchen, needing something to do with his hands while trying not to think about earlier events.
Sam nodded in agreement and followed Dean into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table while his older brother busied himself with making coffee for them both. He couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt over what happened earlier; it was as if all their lives were unraveling slowly since Dad died and there seemed no end to this suffering anytime soon. "Dean," Sam started after a moment, watching him work quietly from where he sat. "I'm sorry about before...with Lana."
Dean paused in his task, turning to face Sam with a frown. "Why? It wasn't your fault, man." He said firmly, not wanting him to blame himself for Lana's manipulations. "She played us both." He leaned against the counter and sighed heavily. "I just... I dunno. Wish things were different sometimes, ya know?"
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, knowing exactly what Dean meant by that statement. "Me too," he admitted after a moment of silence passed between them both. "But we'll get through this together - like always." His eyes lingered on the coffee mug in front of him before speaking up again "It felt... real for a few seconds." He referred to Lana's false affections as Allie.
"Yeah, it did." Dean agreed, nodding his head in understanding. "But that's what makes it so fucking dangerous." He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back against the counter, feeling the warmth spread through his body as he continued to talk. "I mean, think about it - Allie wouldn't do that but the demon…" The thought alone was vile. It did feel real. It felt real because he wanted it to be real but he'd never tell Sam that.
He paused for a moment before continuing on. "We can't let our guard down, Sammy. Not even for a second."
Sam nodded slowly, understanding the weight of Dean's words as he took a sip from his own mug and felt the warm liquid trail down his throat. It did little to soothe away any guilt or confusion lingering inside but it was something at least. "Yeah," he agreed quietly after swallowing the lump in his own throat.
"We can't let our guard down."