Unlike the brothers, Allie hadn't interacted with Castiel much. Sure she was… around when he was around but typically she just shut up near him. Allie held a deep-seated resentment towards god. As a child, she was raised Lutheran Christian though it never settled in. She figured her mother needed something to believe in. She was a hopeful woman, despite her life's transgressions. Her mother often worked two or even three jobs to keep them afloat and at times could be neglectful—- all of that was crumbs compared to what the Winchesters had endured. Her mother was a tough woman, though. No wonder Bobby had taken a liking to her that night.

But when death came knocking no god attended. No one helped. Allie was left alone to pick up the pieces and through that abandoned faith, if she ever had much. What God had ever given a shit about her? Hours spent in confinement with others saying the prayer, only to be forgotten. Watching someone you love wither away until there's nothing left of them but your power of attorney choices made one angry - dissatisfied with any notion of sanctity, a divination that never existed in the first place.

Yet now here they were together. Sam had… retired from hunting, believing himself to be too dangerous and unstable to do the job. Day by day Dean was changing; it always happened when Sam was gone but this time Alice didn't force them together. The brothers needed the time apart to forget, to heal. The demon blood —- Ruby —- those choices had snaked their way into the group, a slithering poison and it had contaminated them. Their connections had taken a fucking beating.

Allie entered the motel room with some McDonalds and came face-to-face with Dean and Castiel having a very... In-depth conversation that she did not feel right being around. Dean quipped "Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week." He paused. "We're driving."

She had obviously completely missed an important conversation. "I… got you an extra hashbrown." Sky-blue eyes darted between the two male figures in front of her. "I.. only got enough for two." Allie stood awkwardly and rubbed the back of her head, placing the greased-up fast food bag down on the small table in their shared accommodation.

An uncomfortable silence settled between the three of them but Dean moved across the motel room to join her, opening the grease-stained bag. "Sounds good." He knew how Allie felt about Castiel. Although Castiel was an ally to them Allie had always been wary of showing her emotions on her sleeve. "We gotta case, need to find Raphael. Angel." He grumbled between bites of his sausage McMuffin. "The three of us." Dean clarified, raising a brow slightly while looking over at her.

"You okay with that?"

Allie's eyes shifted to stare at Castiel, her gaze unwavering and hard. "Guess I have to be." She hadn't meant to be so intense. After all, Castiel did help them—- but she still wasn't convinced of his allegiance. The other angels were asshats. Maybe he just hid his offenses better than them.

Castiel could sense the human emotions in the room, though he didn't often understand such things but he did want to quell Allie's fears—- if only to align Dean with him. "Alice." He began in his usual deep voice. "I am not your enemy." he stepped closer to her then but maintained a bit of distance, after all, Dean had just reprimanded him for his lack of physical space before Allie had arrived. "Lucifer cannot rise to power. We will make sure the apocalypse does not come to fruition."

Her gaze moved to Dean as he sat and ate. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?" It seemed to be an apt time for a rendition of the popular quote. Her hand wrestled in the bag and pulled out some hot cakes - her favorite, before popping open the plastic casing and diving into pancakes that had been doused in maple syrup.

Dean watched them interact and smiled to himself. Damn woman wouldn't let anyone get away with shit, he had half a mind to say no to Castiel too but if they wanted to stop the apocalypse they needed as many people on their team as possible. "She's a real firecracker, ain't she?" Dean shook his head.

They were about to hop into Baby when Allie received a call from Bobby—- he needed to speak with her privately. They were miles away and she knew that bringing it up to Dean would only cause a massive detour, not something he generally appreciated.

"I've been summoned by the Bobster." A stupid nickname that Allie NEVER used around her dad. He would surely have her ass for picking something so idiotic. "Castiel can you do that weird teleporty thing that you do sometimes?" she turned to look at Dean with a wide grin. "I'll make sure to take a laxative."

Dean snorted. "You do that, blondie." he thought back his own… bowel misfortune. "Take two." God, he loved it when she made childish potty-humor jokes. Somehow it made her more attractive, probably due to their shared interest in the bottom of the barrel. Toilet humor always made her laugh.

Castiel nodded. "Yes." He gripped her arm and they were gone in a millisecond. The word was comedic. Apparently no need for details.

When they arrived at her father's it felt instant—- because it was. The downside? Allie basically threw up a lung. She dry-heaved profusely as they landed in front of her father. She must have sounded like a cat with a hairball. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat. You know the drop on rollercoasters? Yeah, that, but if it sucked. Maybe it was prolonged karma from that time she nearly made the boys puke at Disneyland. Good times.

Castiel was gone in a flash, leaving her to speak in private with Bobby. "Hey, Dad." She spoke after a bit more heaving then stood. It was strange to loom over him as he sat in his wheelchair. He looked defeated.

"You sent the bat signal?" Allie croaked and coughed but offered up a small smile.

Bobby watched as his daughter nearly passed out on his old flooring, blonde waves whipping up and down as she retched. "Kid, you got a death wish. Why didn't Dean drive ya'?" The elder hunter shook his head.

"He's busy." Allie let out a long groan and cracked her neck and fingers. "Wish that cracked me instead. I need to be steamrolled." it actually did the opposite. All of her joints were tight as hell. How the fuck did Dean put up with that last time? "So are you gonna pick on me for the holes in my jeans again, or are you gonna tell me what's goin' on?"

Bobby pushed the wheels on his chair and moved around her. "You're damn right! Did you pay half price for those?" He gestured to the large rips in her jeans. Teasing his daughter was the highlight of his day. Allie could take it. She was a trooper and had been since she showed up on his doorstep. "Sam called me." He paused and rolled out of his office into the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge for Allie.

Allie raced forward until she was in front of him and grabbed the fridge door. "Dad stop! Let me do it. I got it, I got it!" Her hands waved him away and she grabbed a beer for the both of them. When she turned she could tell her dad was pissed.

"Allie!" He spoke firmly. "I'm not a damn dementia patient. I can get a beer from my own fridge for my daughter!" Frustrated hands gripped the wheels of his chair. Being so fuckin' crippled was a pain in the ass. "I ain't senile." He snatched the beer from her hand and took a long swig, cold wheaty bliss hitting his throat.

"Alright alright!" Allie put her hands up in surrender. "It's your house." She grumbled. She was constantly gone these days, never home. Over the years she saw her father less and less. Sure she still saw him a decent amount but she did miss living with him, as wild as that may have been.

"Sam caught wind of a hunt. Doesn't want to do it because he's out. I need you to go and keep tabs on him, see what he does." Bobby replied bluntly, taking another sip of his beer. "He gave me a location."

Allie shook her head, wondering if she had heard her father wrong. "What?" she spoke incredulously. "You want me to be part of the baby-sitters club?" Sam left for a reason and he was right, he shouldn't have been hunting. He had made huge mistakes, he needed to lay low for a while. It was better than the three of them continuing to tear apart at the stitches.

She tapped her foot against the floor but the look on her father's face made her breathe out a sigh of resignation. "Fine. I'll go—- but I'm not getting involved unless I have to. I'm not going there to try and talk him into hunting, Dad." they gave a knowing look to each other and Allie headed off.

Her old Jeep was still in the auto-yard. Bobby had kept it in good condition whilst she was gone with the brothers. Once upon a time, the Wrangler was her prized possession - nothing like a romp in the mud on a warm day, or wearing the doors off on the highway. Dean had Baby but Allie had ol' Steezy. He was her man. That Jeep wasn't just a vehicle, it had been an oasis for her during college, during the nights that Ryan came home with a look of pure desolation in his eyes. Steezy was there, Steezy kept her afloat. "Lookin' good, handsome." Allie trailed her finger along the cherry red paint job and grinned. "You still packin' thunder?" She couldn't help but laugh at her own absurdity.

The blonde hopped into the driver's seat with enthusiasm in spades; the turn of the key and the engine purring felt rejuvenating. So long. It had been so long since she had just… taken a drive.

That night she was on a stake-out. It felt a little weird. Technically she was stalking Sam under the guise of 'he told me so'. He was working at a bar and speaking with a girl. She seemed enamored with him and Allie felt guilty pressure work its way up inside of her. Sam was a good hunter but he also deserved a normal life. Though, didn't they all?

She sat back in the driver's seat, keeping her slow so as to not be seen. Thank god it was dark out otherwise the binoculars would certainly have given her away. Really he seemed to be doing… okay. That made her sad. The realization that perhaps Sam hadn't needed her the way she had needed him. Sure, she wanted him to stop hunting for their safety but in her heart, her soul, he was still her best friend and she couldn't understand why he had jeopardized so much for a demon after all they had gone through together.

While Sam stood at the bar Allie's eyes softened and a tear rolled down her cheek. The safety and solace of ol' Steezy allowed the brief moment of pain to relinquish its privacy and finally be presented publicly, even if the confines of the Jeep didn't necessarily feel like an open space. Once upon a time, it was just the three of them driving across the country in search of John, in search of themselves and their own meanings to the world. Now everything had changed and all Allie could think of was the rosary that hung around her neck and how at the time it had meant so much for her, as if the simple act could have solved everything. Really it solved nothing and now was just a painful memory - because here they were, and Sam was doing okay without her. Without all of them. Had he ever even needed her at all?