Allie found it harder and harder to make light of things as time passed. Secrets were being kept. Their friendships were changing and the adjustment was... difficult. The fact was, both Sam and Dean were angry; they were moody and sensitive. Allie tried to make the best of it but it certainly wasn't easy. They were still hunting of course. Dean was committed to the cause. Allie just assumed it kept him distracted.
And now? Now Sam was speaking with a demon. Ruby. Great.
They had found a cursed box in John's old storage unit. Well, more so they found that the box was missing and inside? A rabbit's food that offered exceptional good luck to those who touched it. The downside? Once you lost it bad luck ensued until you died. Sam had touched the foot first, and then a woman named Bela stole it. Dean retrieved it and Allie touched it by accident— granting her the luck of the draw.
The luck was incredible. She drove the Impala and no red lights! All green baby! They kept getting free shit wherever she went. Also good.
Until Dean took it after she dropped it. Not good...
Allie huffed from behind the bathroom door. Small noises of irritation came from her as she attempted to apply a... significant amount of cover-up to her forehead.
When she finally stepped out her eyes darted to the Winchesters. "Don't." She spoke before either of them could get a word in. Right in the smack-dab middle of her forehead was a pimple. It was large and... unavoidable . She hadn't had a zit since ninth grade! Allie had pretty blemish-free porcelain skin. Well, she did. "Stop staring at me! I'm not a zoo animal!" She covered the zit with her hand in embarrassment while standing in the middle of their motel room.
Sam couldn't help but laugh when Allie emerged from the bathroom with a big ass zit on her forehead. He had to admit, it was pretty funny, she always had perfect skin. It was something she had actually bragged about to Dean before and Sam was reminded of times when Dean had a few bouts of acne years beforehand, when they were teens. "Aw, common Alls it's not that bad. Dean has had much, much worse."
Dean glared at Sam from where he stood across the motel. "Shut the fuck up, Sammy." He grumbled, running his hand over his face. The luck had turned. They had all experienced some bad luck. His was a busted lip. Sam had gotten his finger stuck in the bed. The only good luck they got was Allie getting free food everywhere and shit. And they were STILL hungry. Well, he was always hungry. Hunting monsters meant expelling a ton of calories! Dean wanted to be pissed at her for putting up such a fuss, but he couldn't. It was the damn zit. She was too cute to stay mad at. Dean smirked from where he stood on the other side of the room.
"It's not that bad Al." He said, "It's still cute on you." he turned to leave the motel and get things ready for the day.
Allie groaned and walked around the room to fill her backpack. Thank God they were going to destroy the rabbit's foot. Things were not going well. Though, Dean was hanging on to it and had good luck now. "Not big?! I have the fuckin' Yellowstone volcano in the middle of my forehead!" Her tone was exasperated.
Not only that— bad hair day. Her blonde locks were limp and lifeless. No toner could fix the yellow hue.
Dean stormed back into the motel room. "Sam." Dean hissed, "Look at the car!" He looked back at Allie again. "Come with us." He grabbed Allie by the hand and pulled her to the Impala. "Look what that stupid rabbit's foot did! It wrecked her!" Dean ran his hands over his face. "Look at this shit, this is fucked up!" Dean was pissed. "Who does this shit? This is so fucked up! Look what that stupid shit did!" Dean turned his gaze to Sam, "We have to destroy it. We have to destroy it NOW." Dean looked at Allie, "We go to burn it. Now. Yesterday."
Allie heard Dean's insatiable yelling. One would think someone had died.
When she stepped out there was an absolute tornado worth of birdshit on the car. She had no idea that he meant literal shit. Allie had to cover her mouth. She loved Baby but his reaction was too fucking good. "Car wash first." She noted.
They climbed in and it started to rain which washed the crap off of the car. It was great. Well, For Dean. Allie sat in the passenger seat while Sam sat in the back. That never happened but Sam had lost a shoe and wanted to be comfortable. He was too worried something else would happen. It made no sense, honestly.
She started to fix up her makeup and Dean got some sweet air over a hill. Again, great for him. Except when they came down lipstick went across Allie's face. Bright red. "Oh. Nice. That's just great. Awesome. Haha. I'm having so much fun today! Aren't you having fun?" She was about ready to lose it. She must have seemed absolutely nutty. Her tone was mockingly enthusiastic.
Sam bit down hard on his lip, trying not to laugh at Allie's lipstick-covered face. He had to admit though, she was kind of cute with the zit on her head and lipstick all over her. Allie and Dean were obviously getting frustrated. Hell, he was too, but that didn't mean that Allie and Dean's reactions were any less amusing. "Car wash first." She noted. That made Sam smile a bit. He sat back in his seat and tried to stay low and out of the line of fire, watching Dean's fit of rage through the rearview mirror. It was pretty funny.
"You okay there, Allie?" Sam teased. "You're looking a little..." Sam motioned with his hand on the side of his face. Thank God the rain washed the car.
Dean could feel Sam laughing at him. "Sam," Dean said in a threatening tone to shut him the hell up. Dean turned to Allie, "You know, you look real pretty." Dean smirked, "the lipstick and the pimple? Cute." He was lying of course but it was so, so fun to tease her. Especially considering he had caught her stifled laughter about Baby.
Dean sighed and glanced back at Sam. He was so pissed about the rabbit foot. He could tell Allie was frustrated. And it wasn't helping her complexion. Dean kept his eyes on the road, "We're destroying this stupid thing as soon as we can, okay? Cause this shit isn't fun. I hate this. It's not fucking funny." Dean drove to a gas station and parked to fill up Baby. The meter was broken. Free gas!
When they finally arrived at the cemetery to burn the piece of shit fucking God damn bitch ass cunt Rabbit's foot Allie was pretty much over the moon. Close. They were so close.
She knelt down briefly only to hear a large rip. Everything was quiet after and Allie slowly bent back up to a standing position. Her hand carefully moved to her ass. There was a definite breeze.
The boys got the fire pit ready. It wasn't a small split. Her white panties with hearts were on full display. Bela showed up right after to try and get the foot back. It didn't work. Dean was smart and threw it at her, causing her to catch it. After that, it was burned. Allie didn't announce her predicament until Bela left.
"I ripped my pants." She spoke flatly. Her ass was cold.
Dean grinned watching Allie stand up. His eyes fell to her ass when he saw her panties. She didn't know. He smirked. "Hot." He said with a wink. It was worth it. "Well, that was fun." He joked when Bela left.
Dean pulled his leather jacket off and wrapped it around Allie. "You ripped 'em, huh? Cute." He teased. It must have been the most he had ever used the word in a day. When did he ever say the word cute? He had to stop. "Good thing we burned that shit 'cause if we didn't we'd be stuck with your zit and ripped pants." Dean chuckled. "You looked cute with the lipstick on your face."
Dean thought for a moment, fuck! Again! "You know, with that pimple. It really shows off the rest of your features."
"Yeah." Sam agreed with Dean, walking around to the car. "The lipstick and the pimple? Nice." He barely finished what he was saying before bursting out into laughter. He couldn't help it, he'd been laughing all day. Dean's anger was only amusing him more. "Maybe you should see a dermatologist, Allie. You know, for your pimple." Sam tried to sound serious but he wasn't doing a very good job. Normally he wouldn't tease her so much but lately, they had only grown closer.
"Hey, maybe we should get something to eat."
Allie tore out in fake laughter as they teased her relentlessly. "HAHA HAHA HAHA. THAT'S SO FUNNY. LOOK AT THE IDIOT WITH THE PANGEA-SIZED PIMPLE AND ASS HANGING OUT. LOOK EVERYONE! IT'S SO FUNNY." She suddenly stopped her sarcastic tangent and climbed into the backseat of the Impala.
She knew that she was acting childish but she didn't care. Allie turned away from them and mumbled under her breath indignantly "Jerks".
Sam sighed, chuckling when she stormed off and got in the car. He looked at Dean, "jerks." He agreed, getting into the car. It was true, they were teasing her pretty hard but he couldn't help it, it was funny. He could tell she was over the rabbit's foot and now that they had burnt it everything was good. Except for Allie's zit, he had to admit, it was pretty big.
"So, are we getting something to eat?" Sam asked, turning around to face her. "Allie? You want to eat?" He asked again, watching her turn away and mutter.
"Dude," Sam murmured, turning around. "I'm going to Starbucks, do you want anything?"
Dean chuckled when Allie stormed off and got in the car. Dean shook his head and climbed into the driver's seat. "Starbucks sounds good," Dean said when Sam suggested the coffee shop. Dean glanced back at Allie, "what do you want?" He asked. Dean thought about the rabbit's foot. It was a real asshole. He was glad it was gone. He smiled a little thinking of Allie's zit and her panties. He almost wished the rabbit's foot hadn't burnt.
"Get her a coffee too okay?" Dean asked, glancing over at Sam, "and a cake-pop. She likes those." Dean leaned his head back against the seat and sighed, "You okay back there Al?" He smirked.
Allie shifted in her seat. "Pumpkin spice latte..." she grumbled. Okay. Yes. She wanted Starbucks. She knew Sam brought it up because it would make her talk. Allie couldn't say no. She was addicted. "Birthday cake." She spoke softly when Dean brought up getting a cake pop. It was true. They were her ultimate weakness. So moist. Delicious. The Winchesters knew how to fucking manipulate her. Shit.
"Get a big one!" She shot up and instructed before settling back down.
Sam sighed in relief when Allie spoke up and asked for a latte. He smiled to himself and nodded. "Birthday cake." She added, making Sam's smile wider. He looked back at her, "a big one?" He repeated with a smirk. "Alright." He looked at Dean. "You want one too?" Sam asked, turning back around.
"Alright, well I'm getting a salad and an egg white sandwich," Sam said with a shrug as Dean pulled up to Starbucks.
"I'll be right back."
Sam ordered Allie's coffee, a cake pop, and got a few different things for himself, and waited.
Dean glanced back at Allie as they pulled up to Starbucks. "You alright Firefly?" He asked with a smirk. He knew she was. She was just pouting. Dean chuckled, watching Sam leave to go order. "Sam's getting some salad. You should eat. I don't want to listen to you bitch." Dean looked in the rearview mirror at her. "It'll make your complexion worse if you don't eat." Dean leaned forward against the steering wheel and waited for Sam. He knew she would talk to him eventually.
Dean chuckled, "You look cute in my jacket." No point in fighting it now, he was a man who used the word 'cute' now. If only for her. Dean sighed, "That rabbit's foot was an asshole. You don't deserve that Al. You're way prettier than all the other girls. Zit included."
"I swear Dean if you don't shut up..." It was an empty threat. "Nice split lip. You want a Hello Kitty bandaid?" She mocked him. "I bet you want me to kiss it better, pervert." Her lips curved into a smile. Fuck it felt good to slip into their usual bantering routine. She knew it annoyed Sam when they acted like childish idiots sometimes. The blonde leaned forward over the front bench so her face was beside his. "Yeah, keep amping up my ego. I need the sustenance." Her eyes darted across the parking lot theatrically. "To lure men to their deaths." She pretended to be a siren in jest.
Dean watched Allie lean forward. He couldn't help but smile. "Yeah you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirked, "Come on Al, you know you want to kiss me." He teased, "You'd like it too. Admit it. Just one kiss. I'll make it worth your while." Dean licked his bottom lip. "You know you want to. Just one kiss. Come on."
Dean leaned in closer to her, "Come on Al." He smirked, "Do it. I dare you." He inched a little closer, "Just a small kiss. It'll feel good."
Dean was enjoying the flirting. It was fun. "I like the way your ass looks in my jacket."
Allie grinned and suddenly got very close to him, closer than they had ever been whilst flirting but she was a brazen woman and unafraid to push limits. "Sounds like you're begging for it, Winchester." Her tone became seductive and she trailed her finger along the edge of Dean's jawline. Allie let her breath linger across his lips. She constantly chewed bubblegum and drank milkshakes. Her breath was like a candy store.
She used the pad of her thumb to draw down his bottom lip. Her lip oil was cherry Coke flavored. She wondered if he could smell it off of her. "Maybe just once..." their lips were so, so close to touching but suddenly Allie pulled away and lounged back into the backseat. "Nah." Fuck it was fun to mess with him. She enjoyed it.
Dean leaned closer to Allie and felt his heart start to race. His eyes fell to her lips and he licked his own bottom lip. He could hear how seductive she was trying to be. He felt his body warm when her breath lingered on his lips. Dean closed his eyes and waited to kiss her. His heart was pounding. He opened his eyes when she pulled away. "Son of a bitch." Dean sighed, "You're mean."
Dean sat up straight and leaned his head against the seat. "I bet your lips taste like cherries." Dean teased, looking over at her. "You're lucky Sam is coming back. Otherwise, you'd be in big trouble for being such a tease."
Allie cackled loudly before tearing out into a theatric song.
"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha baby? Don't cha?" She belted sexual lyrics from the PussyCat Dolls song with a large grin and winked dramatically at him.
She relaxed back into the leather and smiled to herself. That was the most fun she had in a long time.
Dean listened to Allie sing dramatically. He shook his head, "you're insane." He mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at her when she winked at him. Dean turned and looked out the driver's side window when Sam came back with the food and drinks.
"Alright, I'm sure she's hungry now that she's done being a bitch." Dean smirked over his shoulder at her. He had a feeling she wanted one.
"Sam, she ripped her pants and her panties are showing. Go get her a pair of jeans or a dress or whatever at that store across the parking lot." Dean said, turning back around.
Sam smiled when he saw Dean and Allie teasing each other. It was nice to see them have a moment after things had been tense between them. He got into the car and handed Allie her coffee. "Here, it's hot." He said, handing it to her.
Sam chuckled a little, "panties showing?" He asked, turning around. Sure enough, he could see her white heart-patterned panties as she flailed around in the backseat, full of energy and enthusiasm. He laughed and shook his head, "alright, I'll get you a pair of jeans or a dress or something."
Sam got out of the car and looked over his shoulder, "do you want anything else?" He asked. "Dress?" Sam went into the store when Allie nodded.
"Come sit in the front Alls."
Dean grabbed his coffee and took a sip. It tasted good.
"Fuck no. You're gonna wet willy me or something!" Allie replied to Dean after Sam left. She brought the latte up to her lips with a satisfied hum. She wouldn't eat the cake pop right away. That was for the drive. A nice little treat after their crappy experience with the piece of shit rabbit's foot. "Also, did you just call me a bitch?" She perked a brow. Were they getting too close? No other man could do that. Not even Sam. "Maybe next time you find a lady at a bar I should tell her you have crabs." She spoke nonchalantly. "Just a thought." Not really. It was a warning for sure. Dick. She liked it though. Even if she didn't vocalize it.
Dean glanced over at Allie. "Yeah, you're a bitch." He said flatly, sipping his coffee. He heard what she said about telling girls he had crabs. "Yeah, alright. You do that." Dean looked at her and smirked. "Then I'll tell all the guys you're a bitch who gets zits and rips her pants." Dean glanced up when he saw Sam walking back over to the car.
Allie's mouth fell open. Did he really just say that to her? War was fucking starting now. "Dean Winchester." She used his full name. A rarity. "You're going to regret ever calling me a bitch." She grinned widely. Her mind was already racing with thoughts of what she could do. Nair in his body wash? No that wasn't good enough. She knew what she would do. "Just you wait." And just like that...he was going to be screwed. But she wouldn't do it right away. She'd wait until he forgot.
Sam walked back over to the Impala with a dress for Allie. He handed the bag to her with a smile, "Here, I hope this is okay." He said, sitting back in the front.
Sam smiled a little when he heard them arguing again. "You two are ridiculous." He murmured, shaking his head as he unwrapped his salad and sandwich. "Can we get on the road, please?" Sam asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. He missed food that wasn't filled with grease. He sighed, taking another bite. "I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to go back to the motel."
They drove for a while. Dean and Allie got burgers from a drive-thru. After eating Allie started to change in the backseat. "Don't look." She instructed. She couldn't leave the Impala with a giant rip in her pants. Her breasts bounced from their heft as they fell from her top within a white bra. She tugged her jeans off. It was a struggle. Allie had never changed in the Impala before. It looked easier in the movies.
While wrestling with her pants she smashed her head on the ceiling of Baby. " Ah! Oof.. Shit. " She spoke before finally getting the jeans off. Fucking Winchesters. She couldn't just be the hot girl facade around them anymore. She was clumsy. Finally, she pulled the dress over herself. It was great. Cozy. "Nice pick, Sam." It was a thicker material. Maybe he chose it because of the autumn weather.
Dean chuckled when Allie said not to look. He didn't. He glanced back at her in the rearview mirror and smirked. It was hard not to look. "Did you get dressed back there?" Dean asked, glancing in the mirror again when she smashed her head against the roof. "Careful Firefly."
Dean's eyes flickered in the rearview mirror at her ass as he drove, or, well, what he could see of it as she moved in the backseat. "You look good Al." He smirked.
Dean turned to look at Sam briefly before returning to the road and shook his head with a smirk, "You're quiet."
Sam heard Allie hit her head against the roof. "Are you okay?" He asked, turning around and looking at her. He turned back around, "Yeah I chose it. It looked warm." He said, taking another bite of his food. "It looks good on you." It was good to eat healthy again. He missed it.
Sam looked at Dean and nodded, "Yeah I'm quiet. I'm eating." He mumbled.
He stared out the window and watched the world go by. He could tell that Dean and Allie were close. It almost bothered him a little. He didn't like that Dean called Allie a bitch, sure they were close but that wasn't a good enough reason. Allie wasn't like another dude, like Sam. Some lines shouldn't be crossed. She was a beautiful woman who deserved better, even when joking.
"I'm a little tired, to be honest."
"Good, because I don't know how much longer I can keep my eyes on the road." Dean looked in the mirror.
Dean glanced at Sam when he told him he was tired. "We'll be there in about thirty minutes Al."
"You need to eat more rabbit food, Sammy" Dean paused before continuing. "You can sleep when we get to the motel." Dean looked in the rearview mirror at Allie again. "You want to sleep with me Firefly?"
Dean glanced over at Sam, "you mind sleeping alone?" He asked, looking back at the road. It wasn't actually a question. He always slept with Allie. For... protection purposes. Yeah, protection. "I think the dress is too tight." He couldn't help but stare but at the same time, he didn't want other men looking at her.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah okay Dean." He mumbled and finished his meal. It was good to eat something healthy again. He was tired but he didn't think he'd be able to sleep. He wanted to but he had too much on his mind.
Sam chuckled a little, "Yeah I get enough rabbit food." He said, taking a sip of his coffee. Sam nodded, "alright." He said with a shrug. "I don't mind sleeping alone." It was always the same routine. He actually enjoyed sleeping with Allie when he had the chance but Dean usually managed to volunteer first and there was an unspoken deal between them, a 'shotgun' ordeal of sorts. Plus, he could tell she liked sleeping with Dean for "protection purposes".
Sam looked back at Dean when he said the dress was too tight. He glanced in the mirror at Allie and smiled a little, "the dress is fine Dean."
They didn't drive for very long before reaching the motel and Allie damn near ran into the shower. Her zit was gone (thank god). She stood under the warm water and made small appreciative noises. It felt incredible. Rough day.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom her long waves were clipped up and she jumped into the bed with Dean. She was out like a light in minutes, snoring loudly. Even for her.
Dean smirked when Allie got into bed with him. The room was dark, lit only by the TV. Dean didn't fall asleep right away. He lay awake, looking up at the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about what he almost did with her in the car. How close they came to kissing. Dean closed his eyes, he tried not to think about it. He pulled Allie closer and cuddled against her. It was wrong, he knew. He just... couldn't help himself. Dean sighed and opened his eyes again. He stared at the ceiling and finally started to relax. He closed his eyes, falling asleep beside Allie in a comforting embrace.