Allie stumbled into her father's after hunting a nest of vampires. Such things were never recommended to be done alone but she didn't really give a shit. Plus, she had become a damn good hunter— though especially reckless. The vamps had been ganked, the nest burned to the fuckin' ground.
She could hear Bobby's voice talking to someone from the other end of the house. "Dad? Is Rufus here? Tell him he owes me a bottle of wine! Pittsburgh!" A case they had worked on together. Rufus was an old nut but she enjoyed his sarcastic attitude. She saved his ass that day. She wiped some of the dried blood off of her hands with an old rag from the auto yard as she approached Bobby's study only to see Dean there and Bobby wasn't with him.
Allie froze and brandished a knife at the sight. "You wanna tell me why you're wearing my friend's face?" She growled, expecting him to be a monster. Maybe a shifter. It was the real Dean. Pulled out of hell but, of course, Allie didn't know that. The air was tense as she circled him.
Dean was back from Hell. It had been months and he had no idea what he was returning to. All he knew was that he had to find his brother. When he arrived at Bobby's place, he found himself in the middle of an interrogation. He had to prove himself to Allie and he was a little pissed off about it. He was supposed to be the one asking the questions and he had already gone through the hunter's tango with Bobby.
"I don't know what kind of crazy shit you got yourself into, but I am Dean Winchester and I'm back from hell."
He moved towards her, trying to get a better look at her face. The light was hitting her just right and he was able to get a clear view of her. She was beautiful, perhaps more so than when he had died. Seeing her again made his throat itch, thighs twitching from things that he had felt inside for years. Hell had made him extra aware of his own desires. She was caked in dirt and blood though, and her expression was rageful.
Oh, she was terrifyingly angry. Her eyes slanted. Allie had a way of combat that was different from the boys. She was a trained gymnast. Head cheerleader in high school and competitive. There was a reason she managed to pay for college. Full scholarship baby! Her movements were graceful, almost like a dance.
" I recommend you shut the fuck up! " She leaned back and spat at his feet. "See, you have two doors to pick from. Door one —you sit pretty and I'll make it quick. I can be a good cop. Door two —-you keep lying and I make it so slow that every brain cell you have begs to die. Bad cop. " She sneered and suddenly lunged, pushing him up against the wall with speed and accuracy that she hadn't quite acquired before his untimely death. Her knife pushed into his throat but didn't quite cut him.
She heard Bobby approach from behind her.
Bobby had been talking to Rufus about Dean on the phone. Rufus knew as well as anyone that Dean Winchester was dead. It was on every hunter's radar. Bobby was just as confused as anyone when he opened his door and found Dean standing on his porch. The only thing that convinced him that it was really Dean was the fact he had proved it by cutting himself with a silver blade. That was hours ago.
When he heard the commotion coming from his study, Bobby ran in with a gun drawn and ready to shoot. But when he saw the scene in front of him—- he froze .
"Allie put the knife down," Bobby commanded, trying to keep his voice even. "It's him."
Dean couldn't help but notice the way that Allie moved. It was sexy and reminded him of the way she would fight when she sparred with him. But the way she had him pinned against the wall was turning him on. His body tensed under her touch and he let out a quiet groan, his eyes meeting hers.
He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, but he couldn't. She was so close to him and he could smell her. He wanted her. He missed her in hell. He had regrets. Fuck she was even more gorgeous than when he left. How was that possible? Maybe it was the aggression.
"It's really me, Alls" Dean whispered, his voice soft. He stared into her eyes in an attempt to convince her of the truth. "I swear."
Allie tilted her head. "Prove it." Her gaze was intense, tone firm. She didn't move from her spot against his frame. "Cut yourself." She grinned before becoming mockingly seductive and flirtatious. "Unless you want me to cut you— if you're into that." She didn't even listen to her father. He was just background noise to her. How could Dean be back? He couldn't. That was the raw truth.
Unless Sam had managed to find a way. But he would have told her, right? Not that he answered her fucking calls anymore.
Dean stared back into Allie's eyes, trying to identify if he could see any recognition in them. But it was hard to tell. She was always a tough read, no matter how well they knew each other.
"Fine." He said, reaching up and pulling out his silver blade. He pressed it to his palm and sliced it, letting out a small wince. How many times in his life had he cut the same spot? His forearm was already wounded from performing the same action for Bobby only hours beforehand.
"Happy?" Dean asked, watching as a few drops of blood dripped onto the floor. He knew Allie was stubborn and he would have to prove himself to her. He just hoped he could do it.
He tried to break away from her hold, but she was strong and he didn't want to hurt her. "Please, Allie. You gotta believe me." Dean begged, his voice low and filled with desperation as he decided against forcing her away. He knew he'd be able to overpower her but that wouldn't win her over.
Allie watched eyes flickering down as the silver knife carved into his palm. Her jaw twitched at the sight; it took a minute for her to finally speak. "Fine." The word came out heavy with authority and she stepped back, the knife falling from his neck to the side of her thigh where her hand rested.
"Before you ask— no. I don't know where Sam is." She knew Dean well. After all, he was her best friend. "Haven't spoken to him in months." All under Sam's desperate guise of protection. He didn't know that she was out night and day hunting alone without him.
Dean was covered in dirt and sweat. She didn't know what to say as a follow-up. It was still sinking in. He looked like shit.
Dean was relieved to hear that she believed him, and he watched as she put her knife away.
"I need to find him," Dean said, his voice low. "He needs to know I'm alive. I need to know he's okay."
He was worried about his brother, but he was also worried about Allie. What had she been doing these past few months? Why was she so aggressive?
"Have you been hunting alone?" Dean asked, looking at her with concern.
He noticed a large stain of blood on her shirt. Was she injured? Who did it belong to? He suddenly pulled her in for an embrace, feeling the familiar urge for physical contact with her.
Allie grimaced when Dean pulled her into his body. It's not that she didn't enjoy it. It's that it was physically painful. "Listen. A reunion episode would be great but I've been stabbed so can we do it after I sew my flesh back together, please?" She stepped away and pulled the collar of her shirt down to reveal a gaping wound in her shoulder.
Fucking vampires. One of them got a good fight in before she macheted the shit out of it. "Yes." She answered simply to his remark about her hunting alone. Bobby used to protest but he had given up. "Most of the time." Allie navigated through the house and climbed up the stairs to the bathroom to stitch herself up.
Dean was a little shocked when Allie pulled her collar down to reveal her wound. She was stabbed? And she was still standing? She was a fighter. Dean admired that about her. He knew she had been through a lot, but he still worried about her. She had always been a bit reckless. She was confident, even during training against him.
He followed her upstairs to the bathroom, keeping an eye on her. She was moving slowly and he could tell she was in pain.
"I got it," Dean said, gently taking her arm and helping her into the bathroom. He turned on the light and guided her to sit down on the toilet seat. "I'm gonna need to take your shirt off. Can you do it or do you need me to help?" The need to protect her, to care for her was overwhelming.
Dean knelt down in front of her, his eyes meeting hers.
Allie let out a laugh. It was a bit dark due to the fact she hadn't exactly been happy in months but it was still genuine. "Just got back and already trying to get me naked, huh?" She joked and winced before cracking her neck. "I got it." Deft fingers pulled the shirt over her head. Pieces of the material that was stuck to her wound pulled at her bloodied skin. She let out a sharp exhale and threw the shirt on the floor.
She sat on the toilet in her black bra. It felt kind of weird. Seeing him was like seeing a ghost. One would think she'd be used to that at this point considering her... career .
"It's not that bad." Allie tried to write off her wound as if it was nothing; a frequent dance.
Dean smirked as Allie teased him. It was nice to hear her laugh after only experiencing screams for so long. He knew she hadn't been happy since he left, her demeanor was different. She was a warrior and she would keep going no matter how much it hurt. She was like him.
He looked over the wound, trying to determine what kind of damage had been done. He could see that it was deep, but he was thankful that it hadn't hit anything vital.
"I don't know, Allie. This looks pretty bad. I might have to amputate." Dean said, trying to lighten the mood. He gave her a small smile, before looking into her eyes.
"I'm going to have to stitch you up," Dean said, looking back at the wound.
A loud snort came from her when Dean proceeded to joke with her. "Alright, but don't take my boobs. I've got a whole Baywatch thing goin' on." She referred to being a blonde with big tits— like Pamela Anderson. God, she hadn't joked with someone in so long and yet she slipped right back into her humorous side as though no time had passed at all. It was glorious.
She assumed Dean was the same. He had retained his humor through literally hell. A match made in heaven.
Dean smiled at Allie's comment. "You're an idiot," Dean said, shaking his head. But he couldn't help but feel a little turned on. She was sitting in front of him half-naked and he was trying to remain professional. But he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. He had missed her more than he cared to admit.
He took out a needle and some thread.
"This is gonna hurt," Dean said, meeting Allie's eyes.
"What were you hunting?" Dean asked, hoping to distract her from the pain.
He wanted to make sure she was safe. He needed to know she wasn't hunting alone.
He began to stitch her up, and he could tell she was trying to hide her pain.
That was a question that Allie didn't care to answer. She knew he'd disapprove. It was dangerous. Her father didn't know either. She elected to change the topic instead, hoping he wouldn't press the initial subject. "Sam stopped taking my calls." She confessed. "Told me that I couldn't go with him because he had to protect me." In truth she was lonely. She had effectively lost both brothers. Obviously, Sam believed in his reasoning but that didn't make it right.
"So." She didn't know how to follow up her statement. "I hope he's okay. I mean...Dad and I haven't heard anything bad through the hunter-grapevine."
Dean sighed when Allie changed the subject. He knew she was trying to avoid talking about it, but he was worried about her.
"You're not going to hunt alone anymore," Dean said, looking up into her eyes. "I'm here now. You've got me."
The idea of her going out alone filled him with discomfort. Sam was supposed to fucking take care of her. They should have been together. He felt slightly irritated at his younger brother, though it was clouded by his hope to see him.
"I'll go wherever you go," Dean said, looking into her eyes. "Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming."
He wanted to make sure that she knew that he wasn't going to leave her again. "You've always been stubborn. What were you hunting, Alls?"
Great. Now she'd have to deal with a lecture. Just like the ones she frequently got from her father such as: "This wasn't what Dean taught you!" And "God damnit, Kid. You got a death wish?!" Those were just a few of his greatest hits.
Allie pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth before the bottom of her cheek. "Vampire nest." She crossed her legs and grumbled out. Before he could say anything she spoke again. "It's fine, okay? I'm fine." Not that it mattered what she had to say. She knew Dean would flip out. He was protective, always had been. Sometimes too much.
Dean's heart sank when he heard the words "vampire nest." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with worry. "That's dangerous, Allie. You could have died." Dean hissed, looking into her eyes. "Why would you do that by yourself?"
Dean could see the look in her eyes. She was hiding something from him. "There's something else. What is it?"
Dean needed to know. He needed to know what she was doing. He didn't want her to get hurt. He wouldn't let her get hurt. He cared about her too much. Especially now, especially after experiencing what it had been like to be apart for so fucking long.
He finished stitching her up, and he could tell she was trying to hide her pain. "There. All done."
He stood up and looked down at her.
Allie looked anywhere but his eyes. They had known each other for so long that he could read her like a book if she wasn't careful. "I don't want to talk about it." She had been so frustrated by Sam's ignorance of her that she tracked him a month prior. He was with Ruby. He was doing bad things. Things that she didn't want to speak of with Dean. There was a reason she had been so impulsive.
"Let's just find Sam, okay?" There was no answer to his questions or concerns. What could be said? Her eyes fell on the site of her newly stitched wound. "Still just as precise." She noted. It looked good. Funny, she was the one with the nursing degree and yet he constantly patched her up. It was like their form of bonding.
Dean nodded. He knew she wasn't ready to tell him what she was doing. He wanted her to trust him, and he knew that it would take some time. He had only just crawled out of the goddamn ground.
"All right, Allie," Dean said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "We'll find Sam. We'll bring him home."
He watched as she looked over her stitches, relieved that she was okay. Still alive.
"You know, it's good to see you, Al." Dean said, giving her a small smile. "I've missed you."
Dean knew she had been hurting, and he felt guilty for leaving her. He had to tell her.
"I'm sorry." Dean said, with a gaze that spoke volumes.
She stood up slowly and turned to look in the mirror. God, she looked terrible. She was sweaty and dirty. She smelled like ash from burning the vampire nest. Blood was strewn across her skin and hands. "I need to take a shower. Then we can go." She took the rosary off that lay around her neck and dipped down her cleavage. "I missed you too." Blue eyes flickered to him as she spoke genuinely.
"I don't even know how you're here right now. You were..." she grimaced. She could still see the moment clear as day behind her eyelids. "You looked like human lasagna." It was dark— but the truth. His flesh had been ripped. She could see bones and muscles. Burying him felt like burying a part of herself. The blonde spoke with a thousand-yard stare. How was he intact?
Dean watched as Allie looked at herself in the mirror. He could tell she was feeling self-conscious. But she had no reason to be. She was beautiful. She was perfect. He could see the pain in her eyes, and he wanted to comfort her. He wanted to take away her pain. That was nothing new.
Dean's gaze followed her eyes as she looked at him, and he saw the way she looked at him— the pain, the grief.
"It's a long story," Dean said, looking into her eyes. "I'll tell you on the drive. You should take a shower. You look like you've been rolling around in the dirt." Dean said, trying to alleviate her inner tension.
Allie perked a brow. "I look like I've been rolling around in the dirt?" He wasn't wrong but Allie pointed at him in the mirror. "Dude. Glass houses ." He looked just as fucked up. The man was covered in grime. Plus his clothes were old as hell. Then again, his body had been in the ground for four months.
"I go first, then you go, then we leave." He smelled like b.o; probably from the summer heat. Weird to say but she fucking loved it. Pheromones and shit. Humans were weird.
He was deep in thought of hunting with her again, of going back to how things used to be. It would be different without Sam, but he would do whatever it took to protect her. He would die for her. He would kill for her. He would do anything for her. Dean felt something he had never felt before. He cared about her intensely, and he wasn't sure what that meant.
He wanted to be around her. He wanted to be near her. He wanted to be in her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to ravage her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to love her.
Hell had given him a new understanding of his feelings for her. Being tortured for 30 years did that to a person. "Sure." The response felt so fucking stupid compared to what he wanted to say.
She stood awkwardly for a moment. He was just... staring at her . "Okay... so... like... you can wait outside." She gently pushed him out of the bathroom with her palm before turning back to undress and get into the shower. "That was weird." The look on his face at the time was something she hadn't seen before from him.
The warm water eased her sore muscles. Dirt and blood swirled around the drain. Blonde waves were smoothed back by shampoo and conditioner. By the time she got out of the bathroom, it was like she was a new woman.
She stepped downstairs. Her hair was damp and had begun to curl. Simple leggings and a t-shirt clung to her small waist. Dean was already ready. It had taken her a while to lotion herself up and whatnot. Girl stuff. Strange, she had skipped those steps since his death—- why did she feel the need to perform them again? "You ready?" Allie no longer smelled of ash. Her perfume was new, different since he left. It was a mix of ocean water and citrus. She could tell by the look on his face that he had located Sam.
Dean stared at her as she pushed him out of the bathroom. He had never seen her like this. So confident, so… toned.
He watched her walk down the stairs, admiring her body. It was different. Her curves were perfect. Her ass was amazing. Her breasts were eye-catching. Her face was angelic. Her eyes were captivating.
Dean felt his cock twitch in his jeans. He needed to focus. He needed to find Sam. He couldn't think about Allie like that. But it was hard when she looked so… womanly .
"Yeah," Dean said, trying to focus. "Let's go find Sam."
He led her to the truck with Bobby, and he couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked. He wanted to bend her over the hood and fuck her until she was a wet and writhing pile of blonde need. But he knew he couldn't. She didn't feel the same way and he had literally just come back from the dead. But he hadn't fucked anyone since before Hell. Technically 40 years. That was the longest he had ever gone without getting laid for sure. His record before that was what... Three weeks? Large disparity.
But fuck she looked good .