Allie was outside in the auto yard when Dean showed up at Bobby's with Sam. That's right, the Sam that should have been dead. Bobby reacted far better than most. Sam noted a thank you to his surrogate father for 'patching him up'. A lie that Dean had told him to prevent questions about why he was alive considering the depth of the stab wound his body had sustained.
When she entered the house her hands were covered in thick, old oil. Allie was never much of a mechanic but her Jeep was acting up and the work distracted her from her own grief. Imagine her surprise to see Sam standing there in Bobby's living room. The blonde nearly had an instant heart attack.
"Hey, Dove. How are you doing?" Sam smiled in nonchalance. "Close call. Your dad did a good job." He knew something about the entire scenario was a bit strange but that's all it was, just strange. Their entire lives were full of close calls.
Allie stared at him. Say something, Allie! Don't just act like a weirdo and stay quiet ! She gulped and tried to offer a smile though it wasn't exactly easy. "Yeah… Close call." Sam was dead. She had watched him die. Whatever Dean had done it couldn't have been good. Allie shot Dean a glance but he wouldn't meet her gaze. "You look good, Tree." An affectionate nickname due to his height.
Sam nodded. "Thanks. You do too." He remembered the look on her face when they had been temporarily reunited, the relief in her eyes and Sam opened his arms up to her, offering a warm embrace to complete their grouping.
She stepped forward and moved into his arms, head resting against his chest and arms wrapping around his back while her hands rested on his shoulder blades. "It's good to see you." She closed her eyes and let herself just enjoy the feeling of his lively frame against hers. "I missed your hugs."
He folded himself around her small stature and let out a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and natural scent of her perfume. A familiar scent that had come to comfort him subconsciously. "Well, we have a lot of them to catch up on." He pressed his nose into the top of her hair.
Although the arrangement of his living and breathing status was something Allie wanted to ask questions about —- she didn't. Dean had obviously figured something out and frankly, she was just happy to have Sam back. After their reunion, Allie did voice some questions but Dean and Bobby always quickly shut her down, offering excuses that were somewhat believable in the moment.
That night Bobby searched for Dean before finally finding his surrogate son standing in the auto yard. Dean finally confessed to the truth. One year. That's all he had left. Bobby damn near lost it. The idea of Dean going to hell was heartbreaking. The boys were like his own sons. "Y'er a fool, boy!" The older hunter rubbed his temples. "A damn fool!
Dean grimaced at the sound of tension in Bobby's tone. As much as he knew Bobby was angry he couldn't bring himself to regret the deal. Sam was his job, his reason for fucking living. He had failed and if getting a reset meant going to Hell then so be it. "I had to protect Sam, Bobby!" Dean barked defensively. "Another year with him is a lot fuckin' better than nothing at all!"
Bobby felt like grabbing Dean by the shirt and shaking some sense into him. It wasn't a walk in the park, it was hell! It was never worth it! "This is bad, kid." He spoke in disbelief while shaking his head.
"I know" Dean hung his head. He wasn't even supposed to be alive. His father had traded for his life, this seemed like the best option. Sam deserved to live. He deserved to live regular but first, they needed to find Azazel and gank him. That was the most important part. Put an end to Sam's suffering and start anew.
Bobby stared at Dean for a long while. "Yur' gonna tell Allie, or I will." He spoke firmly, his tone unwavering. It wasn't right to keep his daughter in the dark. She was a good woman to the boys, she didn't deserve to wake up to another death in a year without at least some warning.
"I'll tell her," Dean growled in warning. He knew that the words would devastate her but they had to come from him. It was his burden to carry, not Bobby's. "Just give me some time. I need to think of how."
Tension weighed heavy between the two men as they stood together in the auto yard. So much was said and yet not enough at the same time. The death of Sam had left a large void in all of them and Dean's deal would only pour gasoline and salt on the wound.
—- —- —-
They stood at the gate. Azazel had managed to open hell and demons came pouring out of the door. The success cut into all of them and soon enough they were trying their best to close the portal, forcing themselves against the demons that continued to pour out. A showdown ensued between Azazel, Dean, and Sam. Allie turned just in time to see John.
He materialized to them and provided assistance enabling Dean to get the upper hand and shoot Azazel in the shoulder. Sparks erupted within the vessel, emanating flashing glows before the body fell to the ground, empty.
John vanished just as quickly as he appeared and the Winchesters moved to a small area to speak together— but Sam had questions. He knew that his survival wasn't natural. The deep scar on his back only illuminated the truth and Dean wouldn't hide what he had done from his younger brother anymore, he couldn't lie. He told the truth while Allie stood away from them with Bobby and Ellen.
Allie was the last to know that her best friend was going to hell.
Three weeks later Allie tore through Bobby's house; anger emanated from her like a veil. Pure rage and anguish. Without a word or knock she bursted into Dean's room at her father's. He was watching some stupid fucking cheesy movie drinking a stupid fucking beer with his stupid fucking face. Her eyes blazed.
She climbed on top of him as he sat in bed, petite palm pushing his chest into the mattress. " Fuck you! " The blonde screamed. Bobby had told her the truth. This whole time everyone had been lying to her. For weeks! Had they all known the whole time and decided to keep it from her? What kind of cruel joke had they played? It felt like betrayal and it burned hotter than iron in a fireplace. "You are the most stubborn, arrogant, cocky asshole I've ever met!" It was true, but she still loved him anyway. Being lied to stung like a bitch though.
Dean jumped when Allie came into his room, her palm pushing him into the bed. He was about to make a snappy retort or joke but with one look at her face, he knew she already knew. He was stunned, his mouth falling open a bit. She looked pissed, angrier than he'd ever seen her. And she was screaming at him. And it was hot. Dean cursed himself for thinking that.
Dean didn't know what to say to her. "Allie.. Firefly, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we lied to you." He knew instantly that the words wouldn't do anything to help. He had fucked up. Royally. Every day that passed made it harder to tell her the truth, must have been why Bobby had told her. Dean had said he would but in the end, he was too much of a coward.
"Don't you fucking call me that!" She snipped through gritted teeth. She wanted to hit him. Or be held by him. The emotions were very confusing.
"You're a liar!" Out of anything she had never expected him to lie to her. Normally they were a Ying and yang. Complimentary. "I thought you gave a shit about me!" The blonde admitted, finding a strange comfort in saying the words while angry. Otherwise, it would be tough for her to be so vulnerable. "A year?! Seriously!" The words were an authoritative bark of distress. "You ass!"
Dean winced a little at her words. It hurt but he deserved it. "Allie, I DO give a shit about you!" Dean yelled back. "More than you know!" Dean reached out gently, hands resting on her hips, staring up at her. "I wasn't gonna tell anyone but I couldn't not tell Sam. I'm not sorry for that. And I couldn't lie to him either." Dean sighed, "Alls, I didn't mean to hurt you." He was quiet for a moment. "I just want you and Sam to be okay. I need you guys to be okay." Dean stared up at her. "Allie, I do give a shit about you. I'm sorry. I'm the ass alright?"
God his words just made her more pissed off. She had been joined at the hip with Dean for three years. They did everything together! " YOU CAN'T LIE TO SAM BUT YOU CAN LIE TO ME?! " Allie's grip on his shirt tightened so intensely that it ripped beneath her tensed fingers.
She climbed off of him and let out a banshee's scream. Normally she could keep composed, she even provided a witty retort or quip. Not this time. "God fucking damnit!" He must not have thought about the fact that she was now going to need to go through the experience of watching both of them die. Hadn't she seen enough death? She wasn't even 25 yet! "After everything!" She turned away from him. How could he do this to her?
Dean's eyes widened watching Allie rip his shirt. Damn, she was hot. He was about to respond when she screamed. Shit, this was not going well. Not that he expected it too. "Allie.." Dean began softly but then she started again. He winced from the sound of her anguished yelling. Hearing her in such emotional pain made his chest tighten.
"Allie...firefly..." Dean reached for her hand. "I don't have a choice!" Dean snapped. "And it's not like you won't have Sam okay? You two will be okay without me. And that's what matters!" Dean sighed, "Allie, you KNOW I care about you okay? You're one of the only people I let in okay? I do give a shit about you alright? I do care about you."
Allie tore her hand away from him. She was too angry to think clearly. He hurt her. She finally let people in, let someone see the real her beneath the hot girl facade and he had completely fucking ripped her heart out. "How can you say that? After everything?" He was attempting to make her feel better by stating she didn't need him, and that she would be okay without him. What a fucking idiot. How could he be so stupid? Value himself so lowly?
She became quiet but her gaze stayed locked on him, eyes piercing. Her walls were slowly being rebuilt and eventually, she spoke, mouth twitching in rage. "I hate you." Allie didn't really mean it, of course, but she was so angry that it blinded her. Dean had meant so much to her— the first person that she had ever felt truly understood her and he had lied to her face.
Dean visibly winced. Her words hurt but he deserved it. He stared at her quietly for a moment, thinking before he spoke. "Allie, Sunshine, I get you hate me right now. I understand that okay? But I want you to know I still care about you." Dean stood up gently and stared down at her in an effort not to set her off.
He paused for a moment. "I'm not gonna tell you to be good and take care of Sam okay? I want you to be you. I just want both of you to be safe, Alls. I need you to be safe when I'm gone."
Dean stared at her "And don't die okay? You keep doing what you do, be you." Dean smiled a little, "You know, you're a total badass— and a babe."
He was trying to make her feel better by using stupid little compliments and lighthearted teasing. It wouldn't work. "I bared myself to you and you... fuck you. " She didn't want his meaningless bravado charade or his charm. She had never felt so goddamn angry before. She felt like Medusa, or maybe a gargoyle; whatever the case, it was unlike her to be so aggressive.
"I..." She loved Sam but losing Dean? Out of anyone? She couldn't deal with it. "I can't do this." She walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Dean watched Allie go, his heart breaking. He didn't want her to leave, he wanted her to stay. He wanted her to keep him company. To make him feel good, to make him feel alive. He was dying but she made him feel so fucking alive.
Dean slumped back on the bed. He knew she wouldn't come back. He knew he had fucked up their friendship. Dean cursed himself and then slammed a fist into the wall. He hated this. He hated the situation. He hated everything. He hated the goddamn devil. He hated John for not telling them what was happening. He hated the crossroad's demon. He hated his life. He hated himself.
Dean felt tears start to prick his eyes. Shit, that hadn't happened in a long time. Well, other than Sam's death. He whirled around in anger, unsure how to express the pain boiling within him before sending a lamp crashing against the wall across from the bed, it shattered into pieces along Bobby's hardwood floor. "Fuck!" Dean sat down on the bed and ran his hands over his head before clasping them in his lap. "Shit…"