When Allie woke up she found herself in her room at her father's, her eyes fluttered and squinted from the sun that filtered in through the curtains before sitting up. Although she was possessed she remembered what had happened. She saw it all but she couldn't control her own body. She had been trapped in a box inside of herself, a rat in a cage.
Allie stood up. She was nearly naked; only left in her underwear. The blonde pulled on one of Sam's old shirts. It was huge on her. Three sizes too big and extra long from his height. It went to her mid-thigh. When she came down the stairs they were in the kitchen talking and drinking coffee. "Hi," She spoke shortly and bit her lip. "She was kind of a cunt, huh?" The words were meant as a joke, an attempt to ease the tension. "Definitely won't win the Nobel Peace Prize."
Sam turned around at the sound of Allie's voice, a small smile curving the corners of his lips as he saw her standing in one of his old shirts that was way too big on her. "Hey," he greeted softly before turning back to Dean. "Yeah, she definitely wasn't winning any awards for nicest demon ever." He stood up from the table and walked over to where she stood by the doorway, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder in comforting solidarity.
"You okay?"
Dean turned around to face Allie, a small smile as he noticed her attempt to lighten the mood. "Hey there, sunshine." He said before nodding in agreement with Sam's assessment of Lana.
"Yeah, she was a real piece of work" he added with a grimace. "But we got rid of her." He walked over to Allie and reached up to cup her jaw in his hands, thumbs stroking her soft cheeks while tilting up her face to him. "You okay, Firefly?"
Allie knew that they were worried about her. It only made sense. Lana was a manipulator. A sinister monster that used her body for personal gain but she didn't want to worry the boys. They had enough on their plates; so she decided to lie. She never lied to them, really, but this was different. They didn't need to know that she saw everything. "Yeah, it's all kind of fuzzy. I'm alright, really." She gave a soft smile but didn't move. Their touches were soothing.
Dean studied her face for a moment, searching for any signs of lingering trauma or pain but Allie was good at hiding her true feelings when she wanted to. "You sure?" He asked, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks as he continued to hold her gaze with concern etched in his eyes. God, she was beautiful. Even now.
Sam nodded in agreement, his hand still resting lightly on her shoulder as he watched the exchange between Dean and Allie. "If you need to talk about it... we're here for you." He offered before glancing down at their joined hands and pulling away with a small cough.
"We should probably get going soon," he said quickly, trying desperately not to think about how comfortable they looked together. "Unless you need some time?"
Dean reluctantly let go of Allie's face, but he didn't step back right away. "We can stay," He said softly, his voice low and husky with unspoken desire as he continued to stare at her lips. God, she was so damn gorgeous.
"It's been a rough couple of days." His hand had slid down from her cheek to rest on the small of her back in a comforting gesture that lingered longer than it should have between friends. "Don't worry about it, Sam. We'll take a break."
Sam sighed, understanding the need for rest after everything they had been through recently. "Alright," he agreed reluctantly before turning to grab his bag from where it lay on the counter. He knew Dean needed time with Allie; she was like a breath of fresh air in their otherwise bleak world filled with monsters and death. "I'll be back soon." With that, he left them alone together in the kitchen - heart heavy but mind at ease knowing that they were both safe...for now.
Allie's eyes shifted to watch Sam leave. She knew he probably needed time to himself to think but that didn't make him leaving any easier. Lana had totally sexually assaulted Sam; It was fucked up and although Allie knew she was possessed she couldn't help but feel guilty about it.
Blue irises moved back to Dean. He was still holding her and there was a look in his eyes... Allie couldn't put her finger on it. His expression was soft. "You okay?" It surprised her that he was okay with all of them taking a break considering they still needed to find Azazel, though, they had been running themselves ragged since John's death.
Dean's eyes followed Sam as he left the room, a small frown creasing his brow before turning back to Allie. "Yeah," he said softly, reluctantly letting go of her but not moving away just yet. "I know you didn't ask for any of this." He reached out and brushed a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her jawline for a moment longer than necessary.
"But we need some downtime too, okay?" He couldn't help but step closer to her and wrap an arm around her waist. "Are you hungry?"
Something must have changed because Dean straight-up never cooked for her. She was always the one who did the cooking. "Really?" Her face took on a look of confusion for a short second. "Yeah, I could eat." Allie moved her long hair over her shoulder while still wrapped up in his affectionate touch. "Who are you and what have you done with Dean?" She joked with a small smirk.
Dean chuckled, his hand squeezing her waist lightly before he let go and started rummaging through the fridge. "I'll make you breakfast," he said over his shoulder without turning around to face her. "Eggs okay?" He called out after a moment of searching for ingredients. "I know you like breakfast for dinner."
Allie nodded, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body at his sudden change in behavior. It was nice - really fucking nice . She watched him move around the kitchen with ease, admiring how confident he seemed when cooking. She did like breakfast for dinner. In fact, it was her favorite. The fact he said it spoke volumes about their friendship. She sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of Dean's coffee. It was black. She actually preferred that now after meeting him. "You know... I was thinking..." she bit her lip. "It's almost been three years since we met." Allie wanted to ease him about the night before, comfort him. "Best three years of my life." Her voice was soft and sweet and nostalgic while her finger trailed the top of the coffee cup.
Dean turned to face her, a surprised smile on his lips as he set the pan with eggs sizzling in it onto the stove. "Really?" He asked, walking over to where she sat at the table and taking the cup from her hand before setting it down on the counter. "It's been pretty damn good for me too" he admitted honestly, leaning against the countertop next to her chair and resting one elbow on top of it so they were eye-to-eye. "You know you saved my ass more times than I can count."
"Same to you, Maverick." A large smile turned her lips into a happy curve, cheeks bunching up to her eyes. "You know..." she trailed off briefly and placed a finger on her chin, pretending to take in his 'look' completely. "You make a really sexy housewife." She suddenly moved her hand to his ass and spanked it before bursting out into loud, unhinged laughter.
Dean's eyes widened in surprise before he burst out laughing along with her. "You little brat" he chuckled between breaths, reaching over to grab a nearby spoon and smacking it against his palm as if letting her know he'd spank her back with it before she ducked away giggling like a schoolgirl. "I could say the same about you, Firefly." He teased back, leaning forward slightly so their faces were mere inches apart as they continued to banter and flirt openly - something that had become increasingly more common since John's death.
"Duh." She teased and pressed her finger into his chest as he leaned towards her. "I'm always sexy. So, of course." She waved off his bantering and placed a butterfly kiss on his arm, eyelashes batting against his skin before she pulled away. "You should check on the eggs, Chef." Her tone was playful and lighthearted. Man, she loved these moments with him. He was her person. No one had ever been able to keep up with her like this before; they just worked so well off of each other.
Dean's heart skipped a beat at her light, butterfly kiss against his skin before he cleared his throat and straightened up, turning back to the stove with a grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah," he said nonchalantly, though, there was an underlying huskiness in his voice that accidentally portrayed how much she affected him. "You know you love it when I cook for you." He teased over his shoulder without looking back at her as he flipped the eggs expertly.
She turned away from him and focused back on the kitchen table, pulling a book over to her. It was one of the ones she never finished. Poor Bobby, His house was lined with books she had purchased but never got around to reading. "You're right, I do. You should do it more often. Considering how much I feed you. " Allie cooked well when she actually had the chance to. He ate more of her food before he brought Sam home and they started searching for John. These days they were always on the road.
Dean's eyes remained focused on the food he was preparing. "Uh-huh. I'll keep that in mind." he teased back playfully before turning to face her with a smirk. He leaned against the counter next to her chair and rested one elbow on top of it so they were shoulder-to-shoulder over their respective books. His was just research. Boring.
"So, what's this one about?" He asked curiously, glancing down at the cover she had flipped open. It looked like some old classic novel from the 1800s judging by the cover artwork.
"Jane Eyre" She had never read it before but it was a classic with many accomplishments. "By Charlotte Bronte. A female writer from the 1800's. It's about a woman's strength and independence." Allie was much more aligned with Sam in terms of her intelligence. She often enjoyed thinking of moralistic discussions and deep, thought-provoking issues. Funny. She lived a life full of monsters and evil and she still enjoyed rather dark topics for her reading.
"Are you bored yet?" She joked while her eyes trailed over the words on the page. He was so cute when he asked about her interests. It made her feel warm inside.
Dean raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Bored? With you around?" He asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he brushed his fingers through her hair and leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "I could never be bored with you," he murmured quietly before returning his attention back to the food cooking on the stove.
The kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of eggs and bacon cooking, mingling with the warm scent of coffee brewing in the background. Soon enough they were eating together.
Their break from hunting only lasted a week but it was well appreciated by all. In that time Allie and Sam spent some much-needed time together. Nothing sad. They watched movies, went on walks, and ate in unison. Their trauma of Lana slowly started to fade away; They didn't talk about what happened, but both knew that their friendship was important. The quality time allowed them to revel in their close bond.
One night they were watching whatever was on television. It was a cheesy movie. It didn't matter; they were just enjoying the time together. Allie cuddled in close to Sam as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She brought her legs up onto Bobby's couch, her head resting in the crook of his chest, arms, and shoulder. She was trying hard to stay awake. After all, these moments would not last forever. Soon they would be back on the road.
Her eyes fluttered as she tried her hardest to keep them open. "I'm just going to rest my eyes, okay? I'm listening." She insisted and her eyes closed before he could even reply. She curled up, making her form small against his.
Sam wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her stomach as he continued to watch the movie with half-lidded eyes. He knew she was exhausted from everything they'd been through recently - both physically and emotionally. It had taken a lot out of all of them, but especially Allie. She was tough but she had still been raised in normalcy. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against the top of her head. "Rest— " he murmured quietly, his voice low and soothing in her ear. "I got you."
A slight hum of content came from the blonde and she nuzzled her face into Sam's much larger body; it was instinctive. He was comforting and a very good cuddler. Frankly, there was a downside to being at her dad's. When they were on the road she always slept with one of the boys. Motel rooms only had two double beds. Usually, it was with Dean but sometimes she got to sleep with Sam if he piped up quickly enough, much to Dean's dismay. Sleeping with someone helped her feel protected. When she slept alone she had nightmares, not that she ever told the brothers that.
"Just... for... a little while..." Allie breathed out the response slowly as sleep attempted to pull her in. "Sam..." His name came out in a melodic tune, sweet and full of adoration but before she could follow up her calling she fell asleep. Allie was nestled into him like a small and fragile bird.
Sam smiled warmly, his hand moving up to gently brush her hair out of her face before he leaned down and pressed another kiss against the top of her head. "Sleep tight" he whispered softly in her ear before closing his eyes as well, content to just sit there with Allie curled up against him like this for however long she needed it. Her presence was a balm on his soul. He'd give her whatever she wanted. He knew that a long time ago, even if he didn't voice it.
He didn't realize how much time had passed until Dean nudged him awake roughly, causing him to jolt slightly in surprise.
"Sammy, wake up," Dean's voice was low and urgent in his ear. Sam opened his eyes slowly, blinking the sleep away as he turned to look at him. His brother's expression was tight with worry.
Dean nodded towards the TV screen where a news report about a string of missing people was playing. "We gotta go." He knew it would be a long drive. "Take her to the car. I already put her bag in the backseat."
Sam blinked the sleep from his eyes, glancing down at Allie's peaceful form before looking back to Dean. He nodded slowly, carefully unwrapping himself from her and lifting her into his arms. She stirred but didn't wake as he carried her out to the car, settling her gently in the backseat with a blanket over her.
"You really think it's him?" He asked quietly, watching Dean pack their things quickly. They hadn't had a real lead on their Azazel in weeks. These days they were grasping at straws.
Dean's eyes flickered to the TV screen once more, his jaw clenching as he watched the report of the missing people. "I don't know," he admitted and turned to look at Sam with determination in his gaze. "But we can't ignore it."
He grabbed his duffel, slinging it over his shoulder before looking back to Allie. "She'll be out for a while. Let's go."
With that, they left Bobby's house and hit the road.