Two months later Allie stood with them in an autopsy room. Three people had died from 'heart attacks' though the circumstances didn't exactly line up. The pathologist took out the victim's heart and Allie damn near threw up. She swallowed it back and tried her best to stay quiet while the boys asked questions. Spleen juice squirted over Sam's face and Dean was asked to hold the heart.
She was convinced her skin had turned pale. Sometimes this part of the job could be so goddamn nasty. As soon as they exited the room Allie swallowed again. "Pit stop to the ladies room." She suddenly turned hard on her heels and bee-lined it for the women's washroom.
Sam stood outside the room, leaning against the wall. His hands were still covered in splatters of the victim's spleen juice, and he was pretty sure his shirt was ruined. He heard the door open and glanced up, expecting to see Dean, but it was Allie. He straightened up, brushing his hair back. "Hey, you okay? I saw you run off." He asked, concerned.
"Dean went to get the car and asked me to wait for you. But I can give you a minute if you want. I can get you a water or something if you're feeling sick."
He paused, not knowing what else to say. He felt strange around her lately, and he wasn't sure how to fix it. The time apart had impacted their friendship.
When Allie stepped out she fiddled around in her purse. Her period always made her fucking nauseous. It was embarrassing. Normally she'd be able to handle a little autopsy. "All good. The club sandwich from the diner must have been crap or something." She brushed it off and pulled out some gum, popping it in her mouth before waving her hand dismissively. Things had been weird between her and Sam since Dean came back.
Although she understood Sam's reasoning for leaving her it didn't jive with her. Ruby was manipulating him. She knew it. The demon bitch was driving a wedge between them. Allie hated that they weren't as close anymore. "Here—" She took out some baby wipes for his hands and a Tide pen to get a small amount of blood off of his dress shirt, growing close to him as she cleaned him up. Her breath grazed his neck while she focused.
Sam froze in place, keeping completely still as she wiped the stains from his shirt. It had been a while since she had touched him, and it felt so good to be that close again.
He missed her.
Sam missed how things used to be when he and Allie would go on walks together, and talk about what they were going to do after the hunt. He missed the way she would crawl into his bed at night (if he volunteered in time) and press her body against his. He missed the way she would wake him up with a kiss on the forehead.
He missed her.
"Thanks," Sam said, looking down at her as she finished cleaning his shirt. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he didn't know what to say.
Allie chewed on her large bottom lip while focused. It was a habit. 27 years strong. "No problem. It'll just take me a bit longer." She wrapped a gentle hand around to the back of his neck in an effort to anchor him so she could be more effective with the pen.
"Now you can say you've seen a squirter." Dirty joke galore! But she found it funny. She even chuckled at her own humor. "You know... because of the splee—" She looked up and saw the expression Sam gave her and shut up.
"Sorry."
Sam froze and then burst into laughter. "Jesus, Allie," he said, shaking his head. He reached up to put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer and kissed her forehead. "I've missed you," he murmured, looking down at her.
He pulled back, letting his hand fall. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "I know things have been weird since I started hunting with Ruby. But I still care about you, you know that right? You're important to me. And I'm sorry about how things have been. I should have been honest with you, and I'm sorry. But I'm still here for you if you need me."
Sam took a deep breath, still not looking at her. It was something that needed to be said but that didn't make it any easier.
She was quiet. Sam had been her friend for years. Like family. Then he straight up ditched her after Dean died and started shackin' up with a demon. Good summary. It wasn't easy to be empathetic towards the situation for her.
"You did what you thought was right." It wasn't comforting. Her words came out angrier than she had intended. The fact was— Allie wasn't over it. Sam had hurt her deeply with his abandonment. All in search of Lilith. She wanted revenge too but what Sam was doing... it wasn't for revenge. There were other things at play. She was pretty sure he was sleeping with Ruby, or he would be soon.
Sam bit his lip, feeling guilty. He knew what she was thinking. But it wasn't like that. He'd never do that. "I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry for that. But Ruby and I aren't...that's not...it's not like that." He stammered, trying to find the right words to explain himself. He wanted to tell her what he was feeling, but he didn't know how to put it into words.
"I'm sorry I left you behind. But I thought I was doing what was best for you. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was trying to keep you safe." Sam took a deep breath, his voice wavering. He was afraid she was going to walk away, and he wouldn't see her again. They were just getting back on track!
Allie shook her head in exasperation. "Sam, do you ever think about how fucked up our lives are?" They were literally trying to stop the goddamn apocalypse. Shit was crazy. "I mean... just... wow ." She sighed.
"I'm upset with you but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. Family fights. Doesn't mean the love is gone. I'll get over it. " Maybe her words would comfort him though... she didn't actually know if she'd ever get over what he had done. Maybe it would at least get less painful.
Sam nodded, looking at the wall. He knew that she was right. They were fighting to prevent the apocalypse. It was insane.
He glanced down at her and smiled. "You're right, Allie. We're fighting the forces of Hell. And we're doing it together. I don't know if I could do this without you." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, holding her tightly. He couldn't resist hugging her again. It felt good to have some physical contact.
Sam stood there for a moment, holding her body against his. He ran his hand through her hair, gently rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you, Allie. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I never want to make you feel that way again."
Sam hadn't held her in a very, very long time. His strokes through her hair and down her neck...
There were no words. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be relinquished in his touch. His hands were huge. Fuck he made her feel tiny. In a good way.
Lately, Allie had been exceptionally needy for human touch; not that she ever told the brothers. She wasn't usually open about her... sexual needs. In short— A bitch was horny . It was probably all the stress combined with the fact that she disappointingly hadn't had sex in...a year? Something like that. Although men fawned at her feet she typically didn't enjoy one-night stands. Really she only had a handful since knowing the boys. Frankly, her sex life was a ripe tragedy.
She hadn't meant to but Allie let out a purr of enjoyment before blushing and pulling away. "We uh... should... Dean's in the car." She turned and walked away. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ?!
Sam watched as Allie walked away, leaving him alone in the hallway. He could still feel the warmth of her body against his, and the smell of her hair. He felt the urge to run after her and hold her close, to tell her how he felt, and to make her his.
Sam didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the line, his… emotions toward Allie had changed. He had been trying to ignore it for months, but now that she was back it was all he could think about.
Sam wanted to tell her how he felt, but he knew he couldn't. If Dean found out, he'd be pissed. He wasn't stupid. He could see the way Dean looked at her. Especially since his return from Hell. Sam ran a hand through his hair, sighing. He stood there for a moment, watching the door that Allie had walked through.
When she climbed into the backseat of the Impala her face was flushed, cheeks tinged pink from her sudden arousal. Fuck being on her period sucked. The absolute worst. She felt like a dog in heat.
Dean was staring at her in the rearview mirror. "What?!" She barked. God those fucking eyes were gorgeous. Her lips parted while she stared into them. He was so pretty that it hurt. Normally Allie ignored it in an effort to keep their friendship (loose definition) copacetic.
She wondered what it would be like to be pounded by him; to be taken and pinned and pressed and kissed until she couldn't take it anymore.
Dean had been watching her from the rearview mirror as she walked up to the car. He noticed the way her hips moved when she walked and the way her long hair bounced as she moved. She was beautiful. He also noticed the way Sam looked at her. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he didn't like it. Allie was his best friend, and he didn't want to lose her. If he and Sam started fighting over her, it could tear apart the trio.
Dean glanced at Allie, raising his eyebrows.
"What, are you okay? You look a little red. Are you sick? We can go back to the motel if you need to rest." He paused, waiting for her answer.
Allie sank back into the back leather bench and tore her gaze away from his. "I'm fine." She could feel his eyes on her though. She contemplated what to say. "I'm..." she trailed off. "Just having an off day." Off was an understatement. "Maybe we can go to get a few drinks later. De-stress." Her blue eyes stared out the window.
"Jesus Christ. What's taking Sam so long?!" She watched as he emerged from the main doors and let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god." Allie knew that once Dean and Sam were in the car together they would focus on each other rather than her. That would allow her time to chill the fuck out.
The trio went to talk to a friend of the victim in an attempt to get more information. Dean was acting... slightly strange. Not a lot but a bit. He seemed… scared. It was weird .
The man had a yellow Burmese python among an array of other animals in his home. That freaked Dean out for sure. Sam seemed unphased. Allie lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"Wicked snake." She pointed to it from her standing position behind the couch where Dean and Sam sat as it descended over the back and down onto Dean's lap. "Can I hold her?" The man, Mark Hutchins, seemed to light up at her request and Allie grinned before confidently picking up the rather heavy reptilian and wrapping it around her neck, holding it up with her hands above her shoulders.
She took on a dramatically flirtatious stance, her tone sensual as she spoke "I'm a slaaave for you." While imitating the iconic pop culture moment. "Get it? Britney Spears ." She rolled her hips seductively. Allie could be a good dancer when she wanted to be. It was all of the gymnastics and cheerleader training.
"I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it, baby!" Even though they were acting as FBI agents she could tell Mark wouldn't care. He actually seemed into it.
Dean stiffened and then laughed. He turned to Sam, who was staring at her, open-mouthed. "Holy shit...Sidney" he said, shaking his head while using her fake name for the investigation. An homage to the Scream series. "You're one of a kind."
He turned back to Mark, who was still staring at her. Dean leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "So, Mark. Can you tell me anything about what happened to your friend? Anything at all?"
Mark shook his head, not taking his eyes off Allie.
"Uh, no. No, I'm sorry. I don't know anything. I wish I could help." He reached out, stroking the snake's head.
Sam stood up, clearing his throat. "I think we've taken up enough of your time, Mr. Hutchins. We'll be in touch if we have any more questions." He watched as Dean and Allie got up, and headed to the door.
Sam turned to follow them and saw Mark reach out, placing his hand on Allie's arm.
"Hey, I was just wondering...if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. For dinner or drinks or something. You seem really cool, and I think you're really pretty."
Sam cleared his throat loudly, glaring at Mark.
"Hey, we gotta get going. Thanks for your help. Bye." He took Allie by the arm and led her out the door, following Dean.
Dean was relieved when Sam grabbed Allie and pulled her out of the house. He had seen the way Mark was looking at her.
He glanced back, seeing that Mark was still standing in the doorway, staring at Allie. Dean put his hand on the small of her back, pushing her gently towards the car.
"Let's go, Allie." He said, opening the door for her. He saw her glance back at Mark and quickly ushered her into the car. Dean got in the driver's seat, turning the key in the ignition. He looked over at Sam, who was sitting next to him, looking tense.
"Hey, what's your problem?"
Sam didn't respond, he just glared at the house. He'd never seen Allie look so happy. And she'd been laughing and dancing with a stranger. It wasn't right. Why didn't she act so happy around him anymore? Why couldn't things just go back to normal?
"Nothing. I'm fine."
Sam ran a hand through his hair. He sighed heavily, crossing his arms.
"You're the one acting weird, Dean. What's up with you? You were acting all nervous. Are you scared of snakes or something? It was a python. They're not even poisonous."
Sam glared at the house again, watching as Mark walked back inside.
"Asshole."
He turned back to Dean, seeing that his brother was staring at him.
"What?"
Sam clenched his jaw, waiting for Dean to respond.
Allie was quick to pipe up from the backseat. She leaned forward over the front bench and trailed a finger along Dean's jawline. "Aw, he's just a wittle scared." She giggled. It was fun as hell to tease Dean sometimes. She leaned back and crossed her arms, sitting down once again on the leather of the backseat. "Man... that snake was beautiful." She grinned. "Did you like my performance? You think I could pull Justin Timberlake?"
Dean laughed. "I think you could pull anything you wanted, Allie." He looked at Sam, who was staring at him with a shocked expression. Dean cleared his throat. "What? What is it, Sam? Why are you looking at me like that?" Dean shrugged and started the car. He put it in drive and pulled out of the driveway. "So, Allie...how was the snake? I bet it felt good, right? All those scales, sliding across your skin...it must have felt incredible. Did it excite you? Did it make you feel sexy? Did you want to touch yourself?" Dean's voice was low, almost a whisper. Every day they got a little closer to the unknown.
Allie was more than happy to indulge in their usual flirtatious banter. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She playfully snarked. "As if you need any more wet dream fuel." She turned to play with her nails. They were chipping. Goddamnit! She had just painted them the night before. "Plus— If I ever answered any of your constant naughty questions I think your head would explode." The blonde lay down in the backseat and pulled out a book to read. She never really did it anymore. They were always too busy.
Dean kept driving, thinking about her words. He wanted to know how she felt, and what made her feel sexy. He wanted to see her touching herself. He wanted to taste her, to feel her. He wanted to see her screaming his name as he made her come.
Dean glanced in the rearview mirror, watching her read. He knew what she was doing. She was ignoring him. He sighed, turning his attention back to the road. He decided to pop in a cassette tape and started singing along, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror to see if she was watching him. Dean grinned and kept singing. He knew it was annoying, but he didn't care.
Sam groaned as Dean turned up the volume on the radio. He was clearly trying to annoy Allie. Sam knew that Dean would do anything to get a reaction out of her. It was how they communicated. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He tried to relax, but the image of Allie with the snake wouldn't leave his mind. He felt himself getting… affected and tried to will it away, but it didn't work.
Sam opened his eyes, looking at Dean. He saw his brother glancing at him in the rearview mirror and tried to think of something else. Sam took a deep breath and stared out the window.
He thought about the case and tried to focus on that.
They managed to find out why the victims died of heart attacks while having no ailments. Ghost sickness . Once it was passed to you your fear would grow. More and more would become scary until... your heart stopped .
Problem? Dean had contracted it. Now he was scared of everything. Finally, they were leaving a house when Dean just went on a long monologue about hunting. It shocked Allie and Sam to hear him be so... full of fear. It was unlike him.
"I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?" Dean was exasperated while his fear deepened.
"A ghost, exactly. Who does that?" He leaned against the Impala.
"Us, right? And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane! You know, and then there's the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you, you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what?"
Dean threw the keys to Sam after ranting with wide eyes and expressive hands.
"You can forget it."
After Sam asked where he was going Dean followed up his expressed concerns.
"Stay away from me, Sam. Okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done. I quit."
Allie and Sam shared a look as Dean trudged off. "I...uh..." she scratched the back of her head and twirled on her heels. "I'll go after him. We'll... see you, I guess. I don't know I'll call you or something." She had no idea what to do. It was kind of hard not to laugh at how Dean was reacting. It was so out of character for him. The ghost sickness was taking over. Allie ran after Dean.
She eventually caught up with him and bent over to take in large breaths. "What was that about? You wanna walk back to the motel? It's miles away." Maybe he was too scared to drive.
Dean turned around, seeing her out of breath. "Yeah, I'm walking. You can stay here if you want." Dean started walking again, looking around as he went. "God, look at all these people. Walking around, not even realizing what's out there. They have no idea, Allie. They have no fucking clue." Dean felt his heart pounding, and his palms were sweaty. He glanced around again, trying to get his bearings. "Where are we? Are we close to the motel?"
Dean looked at Allie, feeling his heart racing. "I think we should get back. I need to get away from all these people." Dean looked around nervously, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans.
Allie softened as he spoke. "It's okay, Maverick." She cooed and took his hand in hers while they walked together. She didn't care if it was sweaty. It didn't matter to her. "I'm here for you. You want to walk? Then we'll walk together." They had never walked and held hands before. It was kind of nice. She remembered when she did this with boys. That felt like a lifetime ago now. Back when she was normal.
Allie grew closer to him. Her arm wrapped around his in an effort to ground him while they started the journey together.
Dean looked at her, his heart pounding against his ribs. He felt himself shaking, and he squeezed her hand tightly. He knew he was sweating, but he couldn't help it. He was terrified. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down.
He felt her arm around his, and it made him feel better. He could smell her, and it was comforting. He could feel her body next to his, and it made him feel safe.
Dean took a deep breath, trying to relax. When he opened his eyes there was a dog coming towards them.
"No...no, no, no, no, no..." Dean backed away, trying to get out of the dog's path. He felt Allie's arm around him, and he grabbed onto her, holding onto her tightly until it came closer. He tensed and took off running.
It happened so quickly. One second he was beside her and trying to calm down— the next thing she knew a Yorkie terrier was approaching them. It was cute; tiny with a little bow. "Aww..." she wasn't really a Yorkie person. Allie enjoyed big dog breeds more but she loved all animals.
Dean suddenly tore off running down the road. "Dean!" She'd never seen him run so fast in her life. " It's just a tiny dog !" Allie croaked out while trying her best to catch up with him but son of a bitch he was fast when he wanted to be. Maybe the bow legs?
She stopped and bent over to catch her breath with her hands on her knees. When she looked back up Dean was gone.
It took her two buses to get back to their motel. Not fun. When she finally arrived Dean was sweaty, his eyes wide with fear. "Dean... are you okay? Did you run all the way back here?"
Dean was sitting on his bed, his knees pulled up to his chest. His heart was racing, and he was breathing hard. He looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Yes."
His hands were trembling, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm down.
He heard the sound of something moving, and he opened his eyes.
"Allie, there's a spider. On the wall. Get it. Get it, please." Dean got up, backing away from the wall. "Jesus, Allie. What the hell? Why won't you get it?"
Dean felt his heart pounding, and he felt like he might pass out. It was all too much. Everything was happening. So much going on.
Allie nodded. She didn't say anything about how they only had a few hours left for Sam to figure out what was going on before Dean kicked the bucket. They were dealing with a ghost and she knew that, she only hoped his plan would work.
She cautiously moved across the room and captured the spider to release it outside through the nearby motel window. "Anything else?" Normally she'd have a quip or witty retort but seeing him so panicked made her feel awful.
She grew close to him and knelt down, pushing his knees apart to sit between them. "You wanna watch something on the TV? Cartoons?"
Dean watched as the ceiling fan spun above him, the sound of it filling his ears. He watched it, trying to focus on that. He glanced around the room and saw the shadows moving on the walls.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore it. "Yes"
"Allie, can you get me some water?"
He was trying to stay calm, but he was scared. He was terrified.
He heard something moving in the room, and he sat up, looking around.
"What was that? Allie, what was that? What is it?"
"Allie, where are you?"
Dean looked around the small space, but it was empty.
Allie was in the bathroom getting him some water. She happened to slip on the wet floor. Fucking brother's left a wet towel on the ground! The back of her head smacked against the tub. She was knocked out instantly.
When she came to it was a few hours later. Dean was lying on the ground gasping for air and clutching his chest. "Dean!" The blonde rushed over and turned his face to look at her. There was a man on the ground on the far side of the room. The sheriff. He was dead. Must have been infected and showed up. How long had she been out? "You need to calm down. I'm here! I'm here!" She didn't know what to do. Not yet! There had to be more time! She looked up at the clock. There were only a few minutes left.
"I can't lose you again, Maverick. You gotta calm down for me. Okay?" Her tone was soft and affectionate. She pressed gentle kisses to his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair in an effort to calm him down. The clock struck but nothing happened. Dean suddenly calmed down, his eyes fully relaxed. Unbeknownst to Allie— Sam's plan had worked with Bobby's assistance. The ghost had been defeated and Dean would no longer be affected by the sickness. He had been saved.
Dean felt her hands on him, and he looked up at the sound of her voice. He was panting heavily, his chest hurting. "Allie..." His vision started to fade in and out, but she kept talking to him. She kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. It was soothing, calming. The pain slowly began to recede, until it was gone.
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes fully. Allie was looking down at him with concern written all over her face. "I... I don't know what happened." He sat up slowly, wincing as his head throbbed slightly. "Lilith was here... Sam with yellow eyes..." He sighed and sat up.
Allie let out a heavy breath and rested her head against his shoulder. She knew almost instantly that the Ghost Sickness was gone by how Dean was acting. Like normal. "Goddamnit." She rubbed her forehead on his upper arm, blonde hair tumbling down his chest and veiling her face.
"Sam's plan must have worked. Glad to have you back; even if you are an arrogant cock." She joked. "I'm never letting you live down the fact you were scared shitless of a Yorkie." Allie was trying to lighten the mood for him, as per usual. He survived and that's what mattered.
Dean let out a breath and looked down at her. She had been so worried, and he felt bad about it. He knew she had been scared. "Hey...I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to." He knew he would never forget the look on her face when she ran into the room and found him on the ground. "I'm okay now...thanks to you." He knew Allie would think Sam had done everything but Allie had was there to comfort him and that meant just as much.
Dean smiled slightly and put his arm around her, pulling her to him. "And if you tell anyone about this, I will end you. Got it?" Dean looked down at her, his expression serious. "You're the only one I trust, Allie. The only one. Don't ever forget that." Dean was grappling with the fact that Sam was hiding things.
Allie snorted. "Well— now that you've tempted me I'll tell everyone." She lifted her face up and brushed their noses together with a light giggle.
She didn't quite know how to respond to Dean's follow-up. She knew why he said it. Sam was fucking around with Ruby and things were just... different now. They had changed since his time before Hell. It looked like he didn't trust Sam anymore. Well not as much as he used to.
"You got me, babe." Allie's voice was lighthearted. She didn't want Dean to get wrapped up in his head over the issues they were facing. Their lives were fucking crazy. "The rain will end soon." By that, she meant the constant supernatural storms that pounded down on them. The clouds had to break at some point, right? Hopefully, the threat of an apocalypse would pass and they would be on to brighter pastures soon.
"Don't you dare!" Dean grinned and tucked her closer. He felt better now, more relaxed. He was glad that the ghost sickness was gone, and he felt more like himself. He was still worried about Sam, and the fact that he knew his older brother was keeping things from him, but he decided to try to ignore it. At least for now.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. It had been a while since he felt this relaxed, and he was glad to have her with him. His flower. His firefly. Allie.
Dean opened his eyes and looked at her, a grin on his face. "So...now that we're all alone, how about we take advantage of it?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression mischievous. "I mean, I can think of a few things we could do..."
Allie laughed out loud and pushed him back down onto the floor. "Just because you had a near-death experience doesn't mean your cheesy lines will work. I only have so much sympathy to go around." She stood up and stretched her arms above her head while yawning before texting Sam to let him know the plan had worked.
"We've known each other four years. Have I ever fallen for your exceptionally awful flirting?" By now she was immune to his typical charms. Mostly. Allie was a strong ass woman. Then again, she had also seen Dean with food poisoning. Plus half the time they bickered like an old married couple.
Dean laughed, lying back on the floor. "Well, I had to try." He watched her stretch, his eyes lingering on her body for a moment before he looked away.
"I guess not," he admitted with a grin before getting up off the ground and sitting on the edge of the bed. "But a guy can dream, right?"
He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. "So what do you want to do now? We gotta find something else to hunt...or we could just stay here and relax for a while until Sam gets back." His voice was teasing, but there was truth in it too. They hadn't really taken any downtime since he got back from Hell.
As much as she rejected taking things further than their playful bantering— she did enjoy it. Allie enjoyed having his hands on her. After he came back from Hell it became more difficult to push down her impulses and feelings. "You in the mood for Chinese?"
She leaned back in his arms to display her flexibility. Her back bent over his hands, head falling down past his knees. Golden waves of blonde hair caressed the carpeting of the motel room. She could feel her back cracking. Allie breathed out a sigh of relief. "Ugh, that feels so good." She moaned at the feeling of her tension releasing while he hung onto her.
Dean chuckled, enjoying the view of her blonde hair brushing against his jeans. "Sounds good to me," he said, running a hand through her hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, their faces inches apart.
"You know, we could always order room service." His voice was low, husky with desire as he looked at her lips, her position against him. She had no idea how sexy she was when she moved like that, so bendy.
Dean pulled her back up into his lap, looking into her eyes. "I've been thinking lately, Alls—"
Allie was quick to cut him off. "We gotta get outta this room." She pointed to the dead sheriff across the motel room. It was pretty awful to admit but she had been so focused on Dean that she totally forgot about the body.
"Unless you wanna be in handcuffs again— and not fuzzy ones." She stood up and shook out her body, appreciating the newfound ease in her back.
They packed up just in time to hear Sam pull up in the Impala outside. "You ready to hit the road?"
Dean stood up, brushing off his jeans. "Yeah, let's go." He followed her out of the room and into the hallway where Sam was waiting for them.
"Hey, man," he said with a grin. "Ready to hit the road?"
Dean opened the passenger door for Allie, then got in behind the wheel. As they pulled away from the motel, he glanced over at her. She had no idea how much she meant to him, how much he cared about her. But it wasn't just that—there were...other things too. Things he couldn't even fully admit to himself.