Their next case was exceptionally strange. A male witch running high-stakes poker games. The betting currency? Years. Her father had played and lost, forcing him to age years older.
Dean had attempted to win the years back. He was a good poker player, not as good as her dad, but good.
Not good enough . He lost, rendering him to be 80 years old rather than 30. Well, mentally he was still thirty. Hell, half the time he was still mentally a teenager.
"Dean." Allie held a blank expression. "Don't lecture me. It's weird now and don't flirt with me either... look at you." She shivered. It was... creepy . Funny, but creepy. "You look like an old man at a strip club."
Dean chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in a way that made Allie's stomach flip. "Well, you know what they say, Sunshine" he drawled, leaning back in the chair with an air of nonchalance that was completely ruined by how stiffly he moved. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." He flashed her a charming grin, revealing his perfect teeth which now punctuated his wrinkled skin. "Besides, you love me no matter what, right?"
Allie stifled a snort at the sight of his aged body expressions. "You look like you need to take a Robaxin and have a lunchtime nap before you watch The Price is Right." She just couldn't get into it. "Dude you're like a total old perv." She couldn't hold it back, Allie tore out in belly laughs, bending over to place her hands on her knees in an effort to get some breaths in.
Dean's face twisted into a grimace, his aged skin creasing even further as he tried to suppress a smile. "Well, I guess that's one way to put it," he said, shaking his head in amusement. "But hey, at least now I can finally retire and enjoy my golden years." He leaned back in the chair, arms wrapped behind his head in a casual position. "Just don't expect me to start wearing suspenders and driving a golf cart anytime soon."
Despite herself, Allie couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's comment.
"Your golden years?" She barked out between her giggles. The image of him playing golf made her lean against a nearby wall to stay upward. She hadn't laughed so hard in years! "You look like you belong on an adult diapers commercial!" Tears fell from her eyes from laughing so goddamn hard. She couldn't stop. It was just too good.
Dean's eyes widened in mock offense, his face contorting into a scowl. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm still as spry as ever!" he protested, standing up and doing a little jig to prove it. His movements were stiff and awkward, but he managed to pull off a few dance moves that made Allie laugh even harder. "I can still kick ass and take names, just like the good old days."
Allie's sides were in pain from the exertion of giggling so hard. "The good old days as in... yesterday? This morning? " Before he had gone to the witch. He had already been complaining all day about the results of his newfound age, mainly about the aches and pains. He was especially dramatic. "You know, I think if I fucked you while you're like this it would fall under the whole sugar daddy scenario. But you have no money. So. " Her face was turning red now.
Dean's eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Allie!" he exclaimed, feigning shock. "I can't believe you'd say something like that! I'm still the same me, just...older." He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "And I've got plenty of money, baby. Just not enough to buy your love."
She pressed an open palm against his chest, eyes brimming with tears once again. "I'm sorry. I can't take you seriously. This is crazy. I'm... oh man ." She wiped the tears away and stood up to fan her face. "You mean... the money from your fake credit cards? You're so loaded ." She pressed her lips together, they twitched with amusement. "Oh... this has been great but I think we should get you back to the old folks home before you get lost." A hand flew to her mouth. "Because you're so old." The joke was terrible and lame but she didn't care. It was so fucking funny. Kind of dark, though.
Dean let out a snort, they hadn't joked like this in a while. She's smiling. Keep going. She's smiling . "I think you've forgotten who you're talking to, Allie," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I may be old, but I'm still Dean Winchester. And you know what that means?" He took a step closer, his green eyes blazing with intensity. "It means I can still kick your ass, no matter what age I am."
The moment the words left his lips, Dean was gone. Allie blinked, and he was gone. A split second later she felt his arm around her neck, pulling her into a headlock. Dean's other hand reached up to ruffle her hair, messing up her carefully styled locks.
Allie attempted to wrestle away from his mischievous grasp but it was no use. He was still decently strong and the last thing he needed to do was pull his back. "This isn't fair I can't fight an old man! It's called assaulting the elderly!" She knew he was trying to get her to shut up but she just couldn't do it as he held her in the pose. She tapped his arm. "Time out, time out. I have to ask you a question." She paused and her lips curved into a wry smile. "Can I use your seniors discount?"
"Only if you promise to stay on your best behavior," he replied with a wink. "And if you let me drive."He released Allie from his grip, already knowing that she'd have it in her mind that he shouldn't drive given his recent lapse in age. "I may be old, but I'm still a better driver than you. And besides, it's my car. I should be the one to drive it."
Before Allie could respond, Dean was off, making a beeline for the Impala, bow legs shambling awkwardly out the door. He slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a roar. As he pulled out of the motel parking lot. He glanced over at Allie in the passenger seat, a mischievous glint in his green eyes.
Sure losing the bet had fucking sucked and he was still pissed off about it but seeing her so… well, this moment reminded them of how they used to be. Back when they joked often. Laughed. Smiled. How do you know when you're in the good old days…
and not take them for granted?
The glimpse of them was worth the world. Especially now.
That evening Dean attempted to dig out a grave while Bobby sat in his wheelchair. Allie was looking down at her phone as the old men bickered, Dean talking about how his back and knees hurt. "It's like I'm watching a Golden Girls spinoff." She noted, eyebrows expressing jest before she turned back down to look at her phone.
Dean stared up at Allie, his expression a mixture of exasperation and annoyance. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he grumbled. "Diggin' a grave with a bad back."
He turned back to his task, grabbed a shovel, and began to dig into the ground once again. He let out a loud grunt, the muscles in his back and arms straining against the weight of the shovel. He could feel the sweat dripping down his brow, his face flushed from the effort. Every damn thrust into the dirt from his arms felt like strenuous exercise. This would surely kill him if they didn't kill the damn witch.
"So, I guess you're not gonna help me out here?" his tone was laced with sarcasm as he spoke between intense grunts of effort.
Allie grinned and popped an Oreo in her mouth from the pack that resided in her lap. "Nope." She chewed nonchalantly. "Karma, Dick." The words were playful teasing. They could be kind of mean to each other but not... actually mean. It was all in humor. "Remember when you put fart spray in my body wash? Yeah. I'm cool with sitting up here. Thanks." That prank was... 6 years prior? A long time. That's all that mattered. The girl never forgot. Allie waited to bring things up at the perfect time.
Dean let out a groan, his wrinkled face contorting into a look of indignation. "Oh come on, Allie," The sound of upturned soil hitting a tombstone faded into background noise as he spoke. "Don't tell me you're still mad about that. That was, like, five years ago." He paused, thinking back to that particular prank. Golden. She smelled terrible for days and nearly axed him for it though. "And besides, it was funny. Admit it, you laughed." She didn't. He remembered that real fuckin' clearly.
Dean turned back to his task, digging deeper into the ground. Although he wanted to chastise her for not assisting him that wouldn't get them very far. When Allie was set on something — that was it. Generally talking her out of situations like this proved to be… unsuccessful.
"Will you two shut the hell up?" Bobby interrupted from the wheelchair, rubbing tired hands over his face. He sighed. "Idjits. Can't even get a moment of peace and quiet with you two around." He shook his head, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flask. He unscrewed the lid and took a long swig. "Well, at least I got my whiskey. That's something." The two never shut the hell up. This moment was bringing him back to memories of them when they were younger, training and constantly at each other's throats. Chaotic.
"He's the one that's being melodramatic!" Allie groaned before her eyes fell on Dean. "Old for one day and you're already huffin' and puffin'." She knew her dad was going to lose it soon, he used to deal with this all the time when Dean had first started training her. "Fine." She slipped out of her chair and jumped down into the rectangular hole that Dean had created. "You're such a drama queen." Allie moved closer to him and grumbled under her breath so only he could hear her before beginning to help him dig.
Dean rolled his eyes at Allie, a smirk playing on his lips. "Whatever, Allie" he replied, his tone light and teasing. "I'm just trying to make sure you're not slacking on the job." He continued digging, his movements slow and deliberate. Every so often, he would let out a grunt, his muscles straining from the hefty weight of the shovel.
When Allie joined him in the grave, Dean turned to look away from her. She was always fucking distracting; tough not to look at. The moonlight hit her pale skin and pronounced the way her blonde hair seemed to appear different from every other woman's. He didn't say the shit that came into his head most of the time. Sometimes he wanted to though. Sometimes he just wanted to reach out and finally feel something. Something that wasn't anger or despair or fucking depression. The only times he felt better were times with her. Like today. Soon it would pass and who knew when the next instance would be? Sure they played around all the time but seeing her actually lighthearted had made him yearn for more. What a fantasy.
Bobby scowled, rolling his eyes. "Quit screwin' around, you idjits," he snapped, his voice laced with impatience. "We got a job to do here."
He shook his head, taking another sip from his flask.
"Sometimes I swear you two act like a couple of hormonal teenagers. It's like you don't know how to act like adults around each other."
Bobby chuckled, a wry smile forming on his lips. "And believe me, I should know. I've been around the block a few times." He was tired of watching them dance around their feelings, they had been doing it for years. Too damn long. One second they were bickering like an old married couple, the next they were flirting and joking. The two were dense and he was tired of listening to it.
Allie winced in disgust. "Gross, Dad!" The idea of her father talking about his sexual exploits was enough to make her recoil into herself like a turtle moving into its shell. "I don't wanna hear that." She and Dean shared a look and continued digging. "Don't rush Dean. He'll blow his ancient back out." She chuckled to herself and nudged him before finally feeling her shovel hit the coffin, a familiar sound. The push against the tool was satisfying, no wonder her arms had toned up over the years. "Ready, Geezer?" She grinned at Dean and winked.
"Oh yeah, I'm ready" he replied, his voice full of enthusiasm. "Let's do this!" He gripped his shovel tightly, raising it above his head before bringing it down hard on the coffin. The impact caused the wood to splinter slightly and sent some small slivers of wood flying up. Dean brushed a piece of wood off his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the coffin. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he brought the shovel down again, this time breaking through the top of the coffin. He leaned in, peering inside.
"Holy shit," he whispered, his eyes widening in shock and horror. "This dude looks like he's been dead for a long time."
Bobby let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, you big baby," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Just get on with it."
Bobby watched the two dig in silence, a small smile forming on his lips. He enjoyed seeing them work together, it was good for them. It was also good for him, less work for him to do. He took another sip from his flask, his eyes never leaving the pair.
The trio worked in silence for several minutes until Allie hit the coffin.
"Atta girl," Bobby said, a note of pride in his voice. "Now open it up."
Allie and Dean began prying the lid off the coffin, revealing the decayed remains. A skeleton. The witch had been long dead.
Allie grimaced. This part of the job was the worst. Okay, maybe not. The autopsies were the worst.
She leaned down and reached her hand into the coffin to pull off the jawbone, an ingredient needed for the spell to reverse what the witch had done to Dean and Bobby. "Nasty." It came off rather easily due to the decay. Nothing was really uh... left to attach it.
Allie quickly threw the bone onto the dirt above them and started to try and climb out of the hole. Normally Sam or Dean had to assist her since she was short as hell. Now Dean was old and definitely wouldn't be able to push her out without pinching a nerve. Her hands feebly gripped at the grass, unable to pull herself out. "Shut up! Stop laughing!" She could hear Dean's snickering beside her while she struggled to get out. He was tall! He didn't get it! Eventually, she managed to pull herself out of the grave and glared at him.
Dean burst out laughing, nearly doubled over in mirth.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "That was just too funny. I can't help it." He grabbed Allie's hand, pulling her up to the surface. He continued to snicker for a few moments, before finally getting himself under control. "Sorry," he said, giving her a sheepish grin. "I couldn't resist." He picked up the jawbone, placing it carefully in a plastic bag before handing it to Bobby. "Here you go, old man," he said, patting the older man on the back. "We got what you wanted."
Bobby took the bag, a grim expression on his face.
All seemed well as they arrived at the location of the witch. Sam came bustling out with a toothpick in hand, needing DNA to complete the spell. They lit the pot and waited with hope while Sam went back to the witch and attempted to continue as if nothing had happened, only to be met with the news that the toothpick had been a fake - and cheating wasn't an option. Soon Dean would keel over. Age combined with years of poor eating did that to old had no choice but to continue on – going 'all in' . 50 years. Such a bet would lead to suicide if the hand lost but Sam had no other option. Dean's life was on the line, and Bobby deserved better than being in a wheelchair and significantly older. Not to mention Allie didn't deserve to lose her father any earlier than necessary. So, he bet it all. But he bet it all with a plan .A look of surprise came over the witch's face as Sam dropped his cards to reveal a winning hand. Surprise, and amusement. Sam had never been the greatest poker player, but tonight he had been the greatest manipulator; it was the least he could do for the people that he loved. His family. No matter what had happened in the past.