The coming of the apocalypse and Lucifer had all of them on edge. One minute the gate was open — the next they were on a plane. When they touched down the first thing that they did was head to Chuck's home. He was a prophet, after all, and they needed as much information as possible. The downside? Zachariah found them practically instantly. Dean gave a few quips before slamming a bloodied hand to a sigil, blasting the angels in the room away. It would be short lived but it would give them time to figure out their next moves.

A strange coil tugged inside of Allie's belly at the sight of Dean's sarcastic anger towards the divine beings. A new side of him was emerging, an intensity that had her gaze darkening and her lip sucked into her mouth subconsciously. All she could do was stand and stare as her best friend took on the dickhole and it felt oh so good . Allie could barely contain herself after they left Chuck's.

That night they stayed in a motel room. The... mundanity of it all was wild. Lilith had just died, Lucifer had been released and here they were in a crapshoot motel like usual. Same tune, different jukebox.

"Can I talk to you?" Allie didn't wait for a reply, she pulled Dean into the bathroom away from Sam for some privacy. "What the fuck?!" The blonde spoke out in hushed exasperation after the door closed. "That was... so sick." She laughed to herself. "You were awesome."

A low chuckle fell from Dean's lips as he listened to her words. She was clearly proud of him for doing what he did, and the grin he gave her was just as proud.

"That was nothing, firefly," he murmured, a hint of teasing in his voice. "You should see me when I'm really trying." He wasn't kidding. Dean hadn't even done much of anything at all. If they really wanted to take the fight to the angels, he had a feeling they'd need to be a whole lot worse than that.

But for now, he was content to let Allie have her fun. A hand raised to brush a lock of blonde hair from her cheek.

"Dick deserved to be blasted."

Wow , she was... feeling a lot . Far more than usual. Standing in front of her now he was like a new man and it took all of her power not to show him just how fucking hot he was. "I'm so..." she paused and took a breath, opting to say something wholesome rather than the arousal that coursed deep inside of her. "Proud of you." He had been fighting off the angels for months. God, he was such a fucking MAN . She had to get out of that bathroom before she ended up dropping to her goddamn knees! She didn't even think of the fact her lust could be seen clear as day across her face. " Did it feel good?"

He caught her face in his hands, pulling her gaze up to his. That wasn't a look he saw every day and if he was a lesser man, he'd have taken advantage of it right there and then. But instead, he only smirked and shrugged.

"It's no big deal." A pause. "But yeah, it felt damn good." His thumb brushed against her jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingertips. It was strange how comforting it was to touch her. Allie was an anchor for him, someone who brought him down when he got too high. The little bird that carried him.

"We should probably get back to Sammy. ]Or else he'll think we're doing something in here." A grin flashed.

First, his thumb was on her cheek then it moved slowly to cup the back of her neck. She damn near lost it. "I bet it fuckin' did. Total Han Solo moment." Allie purred, eyes slanting with desire as the skin of his large calloused hand warmed the nape of her neck.

"Gimme a few more minutes, Maverick." She teased and let her head lean back slightly. The spark between them was palpable, especially in the confines of the small motel bathroom. Goosebumps rose on her arms. "It was hot." Allie finally allowed herself to say the words. "Now I'm going to exit this bathroom and you aren't going to tell Sam that we had this conversation, got it?"

The warmth in his eyes grew a little more heated as she leaned back into his touch. He always found it comforting to hold Allie close, especially in moments like this when everything seemed to be crashing down around them. The smile he wore brightened, and he let out another chuckle.

"Oh yeah? You think it was hot?" A smirk pulled at his lips, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. He knew exactly what she meant, but he wasn't going to let her get away with it that easy. "What was hot, Al? The way I handled those dicks, or the way I put my hand on your neck?" He took a step closer to her, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. "You look like you want me to put my hand on something else." They'd gotten away with this, at least. They could get away with anything as far as Dean was concerned. He'd pull the sun from the sky if Allie asked him to.

A wavering breath came from her as Dean spoke. "Don't play with fire, Cowboy. I'll burn you alive until you can't think of anything, or anyone, else." She had never been so aggressively flirtatious with him, that was generally his part of their relationship. Allie fanned herself theatrically.

She smirked, eyes looking him up and down without care of hiding it. The tension... man she'd never felt anything like it— but nothing could come from it. They were just friends. Fucking each other senseless would definitely complicate things.

His fingers dug into her hips as she spoke. He wasn't going to make the first move, but God, did he want to. She had him wound up tight and ready to blow and all he was doing was standing in a bathroom.

"I know you would, Allie." He licked his lips and took a breath, closing his eyes for a moment to regain control of himself. When he opened them again, the intensity in his gaze was back. "And I'd let you do it, too." A snort escaped him. "We should go back to Sammy."

He reached past her for the doorknob, leaning close enough that his chest brushed against hers.

"We can save this for later."

Allie was the one person he couldn't say no to.

Allie caught his hand and pulled it up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his palm before leaning in close, her lips brushing over the shell of his ear. "Oh no, baby. Later things go back to normal. This was a one-time freebie." She grinned and lingered there for a moment before pulling back.

"Good job, handsome. Looks like I'm a cheerleader again." She winked and smiled wide before gently opening the door for him and motioning with her hand that he could leave. "After you, Han."

A low groan fell from his lips as she kissed his palm, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to haul her up into his arms and take her right there in the bathroom. His eyes locked on hers, the desire in them burning like a forest fire.

"Whatever you say, firefly," he murmured. As soon as the words left his mouth, she was stepping away, and he almost fell forward at the loss of her. God, that was so hot. He stared after her, a look of pure want on his face before he remembered they had to go back to Sam.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should." He shook his head to clear his thoughts before he stepped out into the motel room.

Allie followed after him and flopped onto one of the motel beds with a wide smirk playing across her pink lips. Sometimes she got into moods where she pushed the boundaries of their friendship, if that's even what they were anymore. There was certainly more between them. It was unspoken but sometimes... Well, sometimes Allie just wondered about it.

Hours later, Allie crossed the bathroom threshold into the main space of their motel room. Her golden locks were wrapped in a swiveled towel, her toothbrush hanging haphazardly from her lips.

Another woman was at the door, her hands pressed against Sam's chest. He looked equally confused and uncomfortable by her ravenous affection. Dean sat on one of the beds and the socially awkward lady turned to look at Allie briefly. "Oh." She noted and a hint of…envy? Jealousy? Flashed across her mousey features. "You're here."

Allie's eyes shifted from side to side. "Yeah." confusion and a hint of bitchiness infected her tone. "And who are you?" she placed a hand on her hip and perked an eyebrow. What the fuck was happening? One minute she's showering the next a total stranger is acting like Allie was a bug to be stepped on? IN HER OWN…. not home … RENTED MOTEL ROOM?

And that's when the woman said her name was 'Becky' and she was a BIG fan. Ah. The gap was now filled. She was into the boys and Allie was viewed as competition. "Listen, Becky. I'm a girl's girl, okay? You read the books, right? Don't let me harp the mood." She threw up her hands in solidarity. "Get it, girl." Though she knew that Becky would, in fact, NOT get it. If there was ever a woman that the boys wouldn't fuck… it was this one. Fanfiction? Really? Okay. Maybe Allie had read it but she had NEVER written it. That was the line. Plus, now that they were aware of the books floating around the idea of strangers writing about her life and inserting new material felt… invasive.

Becky left soon after much to Sam's relief and Bobby came over. A deep chat ensued. Her father began to practically disown Sam for the death of Lilith and his breaking of the final seal, releasing the devil from hell. Allie's eyebrows furrowed—- something didn't feel right. Her father would never turn the boys away. He may have been disappointed but he certainly wouldn't ditch Sam, would he?

"Dad…are you ok—-" She was cut off by her father attacking Dean and before either of them could catch up two demons filed into the motel room and her father's eyes flashed black. Allie attempted to run to her father but was held by another demon and Meg announced her identity. New vessel, same cunt attitude. "I see you're consistent." The blonde sneered at the brunette. "New outfit? Very Hot Topic ." She struggled against the male demon while the demon in her father pressed a knife to Dean's neck.

"Fuck off! Let him go!" The demon's hold tightened on her wrists. "Dad! Fight it! Fight it!" before she knew it her father seemed to regain control briefly and slammed the knife into his own stomach. "No!" her scream tore through the motel and Sam busted into the door; an all-out brawl ensued.

Meg decided to end her encore and ripped out of the host's body in a plume of smoke. The next thing she knew they were rushing her father to the hospital. His blood coated her hands. "I can't… I can't help with this." She croaked while attempting to apply pressure to the wound. "It's too deep."

Dean floored it like a motherfucker to the hospital. This was his surrogate father, the man who practically raised him and Sam. The pressure of the world weighed down on his shoulders. The Michael Sword, the apocalypse. Right now, at this instant, he had one goal —- and that was to keep Bobby kickin'. "He's fine. He'll be fine!" Dean's voice was raised from the fuel of the moment.

Sam turned to look at both of them, eyes taking in the sight of Bobby bleeding in the backseat while Allie held her hand tight to his gruesome abdomen. He gave a soft expression to Allie and placed a comforting hand on her knee but didn't say anything. When Allie got like this she didn't need verbal comfort, he knew that. He squeezed her lower thigh and nodded while attempting to keep calm despite the anxiety raging inside of him.

When they finally arrived Bobby was carried off on a stretcher. Dean forced Sam away instructing him that they needed to find the Michael sword. They left. It took hours for Bobby to be fixed up. By the time the Doctor came in Sam and Dean were back.

"Dad?" Allie croaked and covered her mouth with her hand to pause and collect herself. "It's not so bad Dad, we'll figure it out." The doctor had noted that he would be in a wheelchair. He'd never walk again. She could see her father's frustration clear as day across his face. "We'll figure it out. I promise."

Bobby grunted and gave her a look that could kill. He didn't regret stabbing himself while he had momentary control over the demon that had possessed his body but a wheelchair? Being paralyzed? He'd rather die. "Boys" the weathered hunter spoke in a gruff tone. "I need'a speak to my daughter alone." His tone held firm and the Winchesters nodded before walking out of the room, their hands in their pockets, expression solemn and serious.

"Kid, I got half a mind to slap your ass upside the head!" He said with conviction. He wanted better for his daughter than this. "You should'a never started hunting. I shouldn'a let ya." He shook his head, more so talking to himself than her.

Allie sighed and took a spot by his bed. "Dad, don't say that." She knew what he was referring to. Things were only getting more dangerous every day and now Lucifer was out on a field trip. "I chose this. Me. Don't blame yourself. Besides, you should be thinking about you right now. Not me." She placed a tender hand on her father's shoulder before reaching down to take his hand in hers and squeezing gently.

"I'm here for you. I know the adjustment will be hard but I'm here. I'm always gonna be here." She a soft smile and leaned back in her chair.

He grumbled. "Don't talk to me about you being there for me when I wasn't there for you! I wasn't there to help you with your homework. I wasn't there to teach you how to drive. I wasn't there when your mum was dying. I wasn't there to see you graduate and I'm sure as shit not gonna be there to walk you down the aisle with how this is goin'. I missed out on everything. I wouldn't have even known if it wasn't for you showin' up on my doorstep 'bout my kid who was born 22 years ago. That's not a good thing Allie."

His eyes bore into his daughter's. "I know you're tryin' to protect me but it's time to stop. You can't protect everyone." This life would surely kill her. He didn't want her to go before him. That was his worst nightmare.

Allie's eyes widened in shock at her father's outburst. They had never discussed anything like this before but it obviously weighed heavy on her father's heart. "Dad...why are you saying this?" She shook her head, blonde waves jostling in the air. "It's okay. I get to have you now. It's not your fault, you didn't know about me." She leaned forward and let her head rest on her father's leg. "I love you. You're the best father I could ever have asked for, better than I ever dreamed of." She confessed with complete sincerity combined with a bit of anxiety over where the conversation was going.

The old hunter's face softened and he sighed heavily. "I love you too kid. I know it don't mean much now but I'd do anything to make it up to you. Anything." His hand raised to stroke through Allie's hair. "You've been through some shit. And you ain't got no one to look after you. Not like the boys have each other." He frowned. "I want you to be able to come home when this is all over. I want you to be safe and happy and I can't give you that."

He sighed again. "And I'm sorry. For all the missed opportunities. I'm sorry."

Bobby never expected to have kids. Karen wanted them but...

He felt like crying. Bobby Singer did not cry. Not in front of anyone. But this was his daughter. He needed this moment with her.

The oldest Winchester stood with Sam, just outside the hospital room. They had left to give Bobby and Allie their privacy but Dean hadn't left entirely. He was worried about Bobby and he had to know that the old hunter was okay.

But when he heard Bobby start to yell, he'd tensed. Bobby wasn't a yeller. It made him feel uneasy, and he had to stop himself from rushing into the room.

Then he'd heard Bobby apologizing. Apologizing for missing out on her life. Dean knew it had to be rough for Bobby, finding out he had a child that he didn't know about after already missing out on her childhood years... That was the worst kind of secret to keep.

And when he heard Bobby start to cry...Dean felt his heart shatter. "She's got us, Bobby." He spoke while walking in.

He looked over at the young man and sighed, a tired expression on his face. "I know she does but she needs more. You and Sammy can't be there for her every second of the day."

His eyes averted. "She needs someone who can make her happy, take her on dates, show her off to the world. She deserves all of that. Not this life." His voice grew soft. "She deserves to be loved."

Dean Winchester was one of the best men he knew. He was strong and loyal and would do anything to protect his loved ones. And he had a way with Allie. He'd seen it time and time again.

"You know I don't mind if you two..."

"Woah woah WOAH." Allie shot up and waved her hands. "Dad! Okay... what meds do they have you on?" She offered Dean an apologetic look and read over the clipboard attached to her father's bed. "How about we talk about this when we get you home— after you've rested okay?" She moved to fix his pillow and tuck his body into the blanket in an effort to distract him from the conversation he seemed desperate to have.

"Dad. I'm a nurse. I'm telling you that you need to sleep." She really wasn't. That was six years ago. Though... she could probably still get a job which meant it counted, right?

Dean came up to her side and placed a hand on her arm. "Let me talk to him for a minute, Al." His voice was soft as he looked down at her.

When she nodded and stepped away, he moved to take her spot, his hand still on her arm. "It's alright, go." He offered a smile before letting go of her arm and turning to the older hunter.

"Bobby...it's gonna be okay." He reached for the old man's hand and took it in his own. "You're gonna get through this, alright?"

The old hunter rolled his eyes in a playful manner, an action that seemed so strange considering the seriousness of his wounds and the subject matter at hand. "You know what I mean, idjit. You two have got somethin'." He said pointedly as he remembered what it felt like to love a woman, to love, and to be loved by Karen.

Bobby raised his eyebrows in response to Dean's hand but he didn't pull away. He did, however, look over at his daughter as if to say, 'see! He cares about you!' as she left the room.

"You're gonna take care of my girl, right?" The weathered hunter looked up at his daughter's hunting partner. "When you're done huntin' evil sonsabitches, you're gonna show her the world. You're gonna show her what it's like to be happy and have a life."

He couldn't deny what Bobby was saying. He could never deny Allie anything, even if he wanted to.

"Bobby...I...you know I can't..."

The older man didn't seem to care.

"She's your daughter. I'd never hurt her. Not ever."

He leaned forward in his seat, his gaze dropping to the floor. He couldn't look at Bobby when he was talking about this.

"You know I love her, Bobby. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. You know I would die for her. I would do anything to make her happy, to make her smile. Anything."

He was getting emotional, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"She's the only thing in this world that I have that's good."

Bobby took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh. "Dean Winchester, I'm gonna tell you what I told ya before. You aren't your father. You have a choice. If you love her... you're gonna let her know. You're gonna make her feel safe and secure. You're gonna treat her right and be there for her. Don't be scared to love her, Dean."

He squeezed the younger man's hand and let his gaze shift back to his daughter. "She's already half in love with you. You just gotta make it happen, boy." He paused for a moment and then added, "And you got my blessing. No need to worry about that."

Allie was a grown woman but it didn't matter. She was stubborn as a mule but Bobby was hellbent on making sure she survived and lived a beautiful life. "After we get this damn apocalypse put to bed you're gonna take her outta this, you hear me?"

Dean nodded. "I will, Bobby."

He believed in those words with his whole heart. He wasn't his father. He wasn't his mother, either. He was just Dean Winchester.

And he could be better. He would be better. For her.

He would do anything for her.

He smiled at the older hunter and gave his hand one more squeeze before he stood up. "We'll come back later to check on you. Sammy and I will try to find a way to save your legs."

He wasn't sure if it was possible, but he had to try. Bobby had saved his life, after all. He owed him this much.

When their conversation ended Sam and Allie re-entered the hospital room. Allie exchanged a glance with Dean but didn't dare ask what they had spoken of.