Tomorrow they would face the Devil.

Lucifer.

Dean and Sam had obtained the Colt from Crowley, now all that was left was… using the damn thing. Easier said than done. Practically a suicide mission.

But that was for tomorrow. Tonight they drank and made merry to celebrate the fact it could be their final night. Dean, Allie, Sam, Bobby, Cass, Jo, Ellen… Had they all ever been under one roof before? It did feel like a party. End of the world celebration, literally. The world could stop for one night and they would have a glance at peace amongst the darkness.

Allie watched from Bobby's living room as Dean struck out with Jo. Smart woman. She had a good head on her shoulders. It did make Alice feel weird though, watching him flirt with someone other than her that he actually had a friendship with…Her stomach twisted and turned and she found herself thankful that Jo had denied his advances. Last night on earth - made sense he wanted some tail.

"I saw that." Allie grinned as he approached her. "Looks like you don't have your signature charm these days." She crossed her legs casually and took a sip of her rye and ginger.

Dean was feeling… extra impulsive. Tomorrow they had an almost unattainable goal. Kill the devil. Although he was performing and pretending it was fine (as per usual) he shuddered on the inside at the thought. All of this had started with him and it would need to end with him. A righteous man sheds blood in Hell - was he still righteous? Couldn't get the thought out of his head. The sex was just a distraction like many others he used to force down into the void. How could someone be so full and yet so empty at the same time? He was defeated. They wouldn't win. Something inside told him that they wouldn't win.

Jo was attractive, sure—- but that was all it was. Having Allie point out his misstep was…typical of her. She didn't understand though. There was one blonde that he really wanted but talking about it during their last night on earth? Even he couldn't bear that. "Yeah, Well — I wasn't really trying." He covered his anxiety with his usual facade. "You're lookin' good though, you wanna spend the night with a cowboy?" He used her nickname for him in jest, a grin across his cheeks.

"Put on some boots and a hat and we'll see." She shook her head and laughed before taking another sip of her drink, ocean eyes taking in the celebration around them. Cass was slamming down shots like the bottle was gonna disappear. Kind of comical to see an angel getting toasted. "Speaking of cowboys—- take this." Allie shoved her drink into his hand and strode over to the stereo to change the music from the usual classic rock tunes. If they were going out, she was going to spend her last night getting loose damnit! Well… not too loose— her father was still in attendance.

Her line-dancing playlist came on. It had been far too long —- years! Since her last rodeo. Being a cheerleader and gymnast came in handy for a lot of things but dancing? That was especially fun. Allie sauntered over to Jo with an outstretched hand. "Dance with me, doll." She drawled in a comedic overexaggeration. "Sorry, Ellen." Allie wore a sheepish smile, knowing the older woman wouldn't enjoy what was about to happen. "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" played from the speakers and the ladies began to line dance together.

Although it was clear that Jo didn't know how to line dance Allie offered some assistance, just some basic moves, and eventually they danced in sync. The lyrics were… not wholesome but the moment was. They just got to enjoy friendship and being normal girls, girls who could throw their inhibitions away and just have regular fun. Eventually, she was able to pull Sam over with a bright smile, tantalizing and just cute enough for him to give in.

Sam felt Allie dragging him towards the makeshift dancefloor. "No no no no, Alls, No!" He feigned reluctance. His large stature made him feel weird about dancing. He wasn't good at it. He had no idea what to do. He usually slow-danced with women and even that was… rare. It was no use though. One look at that sweet smile and he had conceded his arguing.

Allie presented Sam to the group as if he were a snack proper for eating. It was only a joke but Jo tore out in laughter.

"Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her"

She sang while theatrically circling around Sam, showing him off with her hand gesturing to his tall stature before squeezing his cheeks between her fingers, much to his dismay. She suddenly turned him around and wiggled his hips and ass.

"It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker!"

She gave a thumbs up while his ass swayed from her forceful hold. Sam's eyes widened. "Allie!" He heard Ellen laughing, even Bobby let out a snort. It was embarrassing but also… kind of fun. She was wild when she was a bit tipsy and boisterous. "That is not for you to show off." He huffed dramatically and placed his large hands on her hips, hoisting her up in the air to twirl her.

Allie damn near giggled like an idiot. "What? If you got it, flaunt it." Her cheeks turned red as she tried to hold in her laughter while Sam spun her in the area around them. After all of the bullshit that had happened between them, it was nice to be back to usual.

Dean couldn't help but smile against the rim of his beer bottle. It almost felt like he was at any regular party. Almost. But at least Allie was attempting to lighten the mood. He hadn't seen everyone laugh at the same time in.. well... Maybe he never had. Plus, seeing Sam happy and taking part was a welcomed change to their newfound routine.

"Mind if I cut in?" Dean smirked and took her hand. "I need to talk to you." he leaned down to whisper in her ear, in an effort to keep their conversation private. "Meet me in Bobby's office."

The dancing continued for a short time until Allie slinked off, attempting to be unnoticed while everyone laughed and joked around. She entered her father's office with a small smile and locked the door behind her, leaning against it with an air of casualty that was strange considering what the next day would entail for them. "You rang?" She stepped closer. "If you hit me with a lame line I'm walking out." She teased. "And yes, asking if I fell from heaven is lame."

Dean's lips curved into a charming smile. "Even I wouldn't use that line." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him while he leaned against Bobby's desk. He couldn't tell her that he loved her but he could at least say other things. "I'm proud of you." Dean moved his hand up to her cheek, it stayed for a second before moving to the back of her neck to weave through her smooth locks. "You've done well, you've saved my ass more times than I can count."

She softened as he reached out and touched her; his hand was calloused but much appreciated. He was proud of her? Deep down she loved when he said shit like that. "Yeah, well, I had a good teacher." their eyes locked together and Allie bit her lip. "You know…" She paused for effect, wanting to ramp up the tension that seemed to course between them. "I think we should do something tonight." another pause. "To celebrate."

Dean straightened up until he loomed over her. "You change your mind?" He referred to his prior flirtations with a large smirk. No way it was true but the teasing was fun. "I can make this office feel like a five-star." A toothy smile ensued, one just a tad more charming than he showed other women.

Allie eyes lit up with mirth. "You could say that." She knew it would come as a surprise to him. "I want you to kiss me." Her tone left no room to believe the words were a joke. She was serious. If it was their last night on earth she wanted to try, just to see what it was like. Women fawned over Dean night and day. What did he give to them? "One time. You get permission — one time. Don't waste it. And don't flirt with Jo after. That's gross!" Kind of her own fault. Would this make her… second-best? No. That was a really weird way to view it and a little too competitive for her liking. Why overthink it? Just one kiss between friends… 'friends'.

Dean was not a man that needed to be told twice. "You got it, blondie." He reached out to cup her cheeks in his hands and leaned down until his lips ghosted over hers. One time. That was fine, it was more than he could have ever asked for anyway. Slowly he closed the gap between them. Normally he didn't treat his women with such care, such affection but this may have been his one time to express himself. He didn't want to rush a minute, not a second of their lips meeting. He wondered how... Loose of a term 'one time' was to her. His lips parted slightly to allow room for his tongue to slip across her double-lobed bottom lip, just barely brushing against the pink flesh.

She was a willing participant. Soon his tongue was caressing her tastebuds lightly, just the tip of it dancing and swirling against hers. Allie couldn't help but let out a soft, careless moan of satisfaction. She understood it now. No wonder girls fell at his feet. Did he kiss all of them like this? It was sweet and gentle. She felt desired — like the only woman on earth.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her flush against his body as their kiss intensified, growing passionate and even a bit desperate. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, driving him forward but he didn't dare push things farther in fear of her rejection. He could feel her hair swaying against his forearm, the feeling made it hard to stop himself.

He pulled away, nearly breathless. "You said not to waste it." He joked and pressed their foreheads together.

Allie giggled quietly. Normally she didn't make such noises. She feared her intense enjoyment could be heard from a mile away. "You stepped up to the plate. Homerun." She breathed out. It worked, she was fucking ready. For years she had suppressed her feelings as much as she could but man this shit fucked her up. He was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Unfortunately, their moment was cut quite short as Bobby called all of them together for a group photo. He wanted a keepsake, something to note their… happiness - or at least the memory. They were all together under the same roof, such a thing rarely happened and Bobby appreciated it. They didn't have much but they did have this. This moment.

The group hustled together and the feelings were high until Cass spoke up. "Tomorrow
we hunt the devil." A short pause and everyone exchanged a glance. "This is our last night on earth." The photo turned out about as one would expect. The expressions were… lost in thought of their own mortality.

The next day they headed to the town where Lucifer was residing. The location of the next seal. Sam, Allie, and Dean drove off leaving Cass, Jo, and Ellen to investigate.

When the group rejoined together Cass was gone, off to figure out what was happening with the reapers that lined the streets as if there was a state fair happening. A quick twenty minutes rolled by and nothing, they hadn't seen any sight of Cass anywhere. God damn angel had left the building.

And then she called out to them. Meg. Her meat suit was the same as the last time Allie had seen her. The day her father had stabbed himself in effort to save Dean and lost the use of his legs.

"Hellhounds!"

"Yeah, Dean — your favorite." Allie tuned in at that point. The dogs snarled and growled around them before honing in. They took off but Dean was knocked down. Before she could make a snap decision Jo was trying to fend off the dogs. "JO NO!" memories —- images —- of Dean's ribboned, pulled pork body flashed in front of her eyes. If there was anything on earth that terrified her it was the hounds.

The mutt knocked her down and tore into her body with effortless ease and a hoarse growl. Blood sprayed. It was too much, even from a few meters back Allie could tell. Nursing made her acutely aware of injuries, of everything… that wasn't always good. This was one of those times.

They rushed Jo into a nearby hardware store and set her down before doing what they could to keep the hounds out, lining the doors with salt. The look on Dean's face… she'd never forget it. Not for a second. Why? Because she knew that one day he would be looking at her like that. Maybe even tonight, maybe in ten minutes, maybe tomorrow. All of their roads led to one answer. Allie somewhat had come to terms with the idea of her own youthful death but seeing Jo go through it... And she was going through it. But Allie didn't voice that.

Jo did instead and truly Allie had never felt more respectful of the other woman. Would she have been strong enough to do such a thing if the roles were reversed? Allie didn't know. She could only hope.

They made the bombs together and although it truly was their best option it still felt wrong. Jo was her friend. Like a younger sister and not even by much, just a few years. These were her last moments. The witnessing of it—- nothing compared. All they faced constantly was loss. This time when Dean knelt down beside her and kissed her there was no disappointment inside of her, no jealousy. Just pain and sadness.

When it finally came time for Allie to sit with Jo she tried her best to offer some semblance of comfort. "Hey," She started with gentle hands that took Jo's in her own. "You're a badass." She laughed and Jo offered a small chuckle. "And I'm so proud of you. Us blondes gotta stick together, right?"

Jo offered some version of a small nod. As the minutes passed it grew tougher and tougher to stay awake. She needed to, though. The bombs would buy them time to get a move on the devil and dying a hero was better than just… dying. So she would die strong and independent and resilient. "Yeah, and we'll meet again." She offered a small smile and tried her best not to cry. The sweat from her body shutting down trailed into her eyes. They stung.

Allie bobbed her head in understanding. "Yeah, some sunny day." She replied in reference to the song. Music was really the only thing that kept her upright and fighting these days. She was tired. "I love ya, Jo. You know I do. When I get over there— I'll find you." It may have been soon, who knew? She did her best to mimic the other woman's strength and fought hard not to cry, lest she force Jo through even more emotional pain. That would be unfair.

Allie reluctantly let go of the other blonde and stood up to allow Ellen to finally be with her daughter. When Ellen spoke of staying the boys protested but Allie stayed quiet. If it was her daughter, she would have done the same. Ellen acted like a mother to all. She was tough as nails but maternal and accepting. "Ellen—" Allie's lip quivered. "I'll see ya soon." Words could never describe what lay waiting for them as they exited that hardware store. They climbed the stairs in a rush and seconds later fire erupted from the building. Not only had they lost Jo, they lost Ellen. They had no fucking idea where Cass was… The scenario seemed dire at best. Things had already taken a bleak turn. If they did face the devil… well… they'd be lucky if one of them survived to live and tell about it.
Last night truly was their last night on earth and Allie couldn't help but feel like she'd be seeing the other women sooner rather than later.

They approached the field where Lucifer had been attempting to raise death. Sam managed to distract him momentarily and Dean took the shot. YES! THE SHOT! A feeling of elation flowed through her as Lucifer hit the ground with a hole in his fucking head. The sight was glorious.

Until seconds later when Lucifer snapped back up and stood, then sent Dean flying through the air to hit a tree. Allie raced to his side only to hear that the Colt would not work on Lucifer. He was one of the few things that the Colt couldn't kill. Rage burned inside of her but expelling it wouldn't help, then she'd be dead and wouldn't be able to assist them further. They watched as Lucifer continued summoning, a look of terror across her paled-out expression.

By some miracle, they made it out. The drive home was filled with silence for some time as Sam slept in the backseat. Jo and Ellen… All for nothing. Their plan against Lucifer had failed. A false assumption had been bred that the Colt would work. After all, the gun was supposed to kill anything right? Not.
Now their friends were gone. Sure the trio had dealt with loss before but the Harvelle's? Jo had been…she was important. Seeing the young woman ripped to shreds and left in some retail store…
Blue eyes stared straight ahead at the oncoming road and for the first time ever Allie sort of lost it from their hunting. If they even were hunters anymore. No… that was a long time ago. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she turned away from him, leaning her wettened face into the palm of her hand. They were losing. Jo was just a kid. Barely an adult! She was two years younger than Sam! They should have protected her. If only the roles were reversed. Now they were just… driving away. As if it was any other day.

Dean's eyes eventually left the road and quickly looked at her. He saw the tears on Allie's cheeks. Her expression made it clear to him that she was crying and it pained him. "Al..." Dean said her name in a quiet tone and he put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy. "We didn't mean for this to happen." He said to her, he did blame himself in a small part because he felt like he didn't try hard enough to stop Jo... But the plan had seemed simple before; the Colt was going to work and they were gonna stop the apocalypse from starting. Well, he thought that before. They needed all the help that they could get. That's why Jo and Ellen came along in the first place. To help defeat the devil.
He knew he was partly to blame for this but there was a time to think of that and now was not it. They weren't back at Bobby's yet. He couldn't pull over. Allie needed rest. They all did.

A quiet sniffle came from the blonde and she gently leaned up to shut off the classic rock that played idly in the vehicle that they shared, preferring to stay in silence. "It should have been me." All Jo had been trying to do was protect Dean, but that was not Jo's job. Jo was the youngest and therefore needed to be kept safe. If anyone had shot the hellhound and caused a fuss, it should have been Allie. Jo should never have even been at the front of their little group. Why hadn't they done better? Why did shit always get so fucked up? How were they even supposed to take on Satan himself? Nothing made sense anymore.
"We're losing."

"Al." He said to her, his eyes softened and he let out a breath. The truth was they didn't know what to expect with the apocalypse, they had no choice and it wasn't like a normal fight, this wasn't even fighting on the field but on a spiritual level and obviously it would only get worse. "They made sure that we were protected, Al. We had to try. Lucifer…" He told her, he would tell her everything she needed to know, anything to try and soothe her. "And Jo, it was her decision. It's her choice, she's stubborn. She's always been stubborn. You were to protect Sam. I was supposed to protect Jo but Jo decided to help me and I can't help but think she knew she was not safe here and it's a shame she did that…" Such words were putting it lightly. He didn't know what to say. The blame was on him! Not Allie!

"We're not done yet and I need you with me." He said, it wasn't fair for her to keep blaming herself and that he needed her to make sure he didn't do anything stupid and keep Sam out of harm's way. He reached over and wiped away a tear on her cheek.
"You should get some sleep, I can take over. You don't need to stay awake with me." He said, looking out the window for a moment and seeing how it was dark. The night air was chilly and it wasn't a good sign, he was afraid of something, it was a deep fear of the unknown, of what was coming for them. "Come on, you should take the back seat." He said to her and turned around, his eyes softening to her and seeing Sam was asleep, it would be a good idea to have them sleep in the car and he'd drive. He wanted to feel close to her but he couldn't do that with Sam there and the situation was tense enough, he had to take a moment and think. Not the right time to bring her closer.

Rather than opt to wake up Sam and trade places with him, Allie shifted her body across the front bench seat and nudged herself under Dean's arm like a cat hoping for attention. The blonde tucked herself against his body as he drove and closed her eyes in an effort to get some semblance of rest. "I'm tired." Not just mentally. Physically and emotionally too. "And scared." Her vulnerabilities weren't usually so easily shown but tonight something had changed. They were betting on losing dogs. They were playing a losing game with a shoddy hand against the devil himself. What was so bad about wanting some physical comfort from her best friend? The intimacy didn't seem strange to ask for.

He lifted up his right arm and she scooted beside him like a kitten desperate to cuddle him, and Dean felt obliged to return that comfort but Sam's presence prevented Dean from hugging and wrapping himself around her, though the act of running his fingers along the length of her hair sent waves of comfort over to her and Dean smiled warmly. He could by the way she eased into his touch.
"Shhh…" He hushed her as he kissed the top of her head briefly, "I know, Allie…" He told her softly, it was all right to be scared, they had lost someone close to them and that was bound to happen more than once throughout their journey, "Get some rest." Dean whispered. "I'll keep us safe till we get back to your dad's." He told her. He'd hold her. Even if it was the last thing that he ever did. They could crash and die on this road, or be burnt up by Lucifer… he had her. He'd hold her. Whatever she needed.

That night came the true pain. They managed to make it back to Bobby's in one piece which was a considerable surprise. There were no bodies to burn, no hunter's funeral possible. A fucking tragedy. All that was left was the photo.

They burned it.