She paced the room as Dean and Sam made their way to her father's house. This would be her first time meeting Sam. She had heard quite a bit about him from Dean, from her father...though meeting him in real life made her nervous. In truth, her palms had become sweaty— heart racing, stomach coiling in anxiety. One year with Dean had made her... aggressively confident. Now that was slipping away as a newcomer entered the ball pit. She had grown into a comfort with Dean and Bobby, what would happen now? Would Sam like her? Would the brothers... discuss her? Did they fight often? (the answer to that sounded like a resounding yes, no matter how close they had been growing up.)

When they finally arrived she was standing in the kitchen. Allie perked up at the sound of the door opening, body showcasing anxious excitement. Dean had noted to her that he was going to Stanford to get Sam. That was a week ago.

Allie turned impetuously and dried her hands from washing dishes, her body facing the door frame where Sam was standing. He was clearly nervous too. It seemed like he didn't know what to do with his gorilla-sized hands. "Hi! You must be Sam. I'm Allie!" The blonde stuck her hand out and offered a warm, inviting smile to him. Hilarious. Their initial interaction was certainly different than the one that had occurred with Dean. Though, really any other interaction had been different than that one. "Dean's told me a lot about you." She pursed her lips, blue eyes flickering up and down him. He was... huge. Like. H.U.G.E. See over the aisles at the grocery store huge. "God... you make me look like an ant." A joke. It sounded better in her head.

Sam cleared his throat, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he stepped inside. He returned Allie's smile nervously, taking her hand in a firm yet in some way gentle grip. "Hi... yeah, I'm Sam," he said softly, trying to keep his voice from cracking. She was even more beautiful up close than he had imagined; those big blue eyes and that infectious energy radiating off of her like sunshine on a cloudy day. Normal women did not look like Allie. Allie was the kind of woman that... there was an aura around her. Really the blonde hair kind of looked like a halo. The type of girl that made you want to smile just because you were around them and they hadn't chastised you or shooed you away. The way her smile scrunched her nose up and forced her cheeks to bubble... there was just something pure about it. Nearly innocent. As though she wanted to give her joy away as an offering, even if it had nervous undertones. Jessica would like her.

"Uh, well, uhm..." His brain seemed to have completely abandoned him at the sight of her, leaving him flustered and tongue-tied. Dean had mentioned she was pretty, but seeing it firsthand was something entirely different. Damn it, Dean! Why did you have to be such an idiot? He mentally chided himself before forcing a small laugh. Sam had never been exceptional when it came to meeting girls, no matter the intent.

Blue eyes took him in slowly and she released a soft, bubbly laugh in return to ease his nervous exterior. They already had something in common. "Oh no, don't tell me Dean has been filling your head with falsities about me." Alice leaned forward on her heels and heard Dean protest in the other room. "I bet he told you a bunch of stupid things didn't he? Prick." Funny. The words somehow came out affectionate.

She turned away for a moment to stick her tongue out at the older Winchester and watched as he disappeared upstairs. "Hey! Don't steal my conditioner again! I know you're doing it, Dean!" She called after him and rolled her eyes. That shit was expensive and somehow she was buying it ALL THE TIME. HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A LOT OF HAIR. WHERE WAS IT GOING?

She finally turned back to Sam and let out a soft sigh. "Sorry, my dad's not here right now. He went to get some groceries. You want a beer?" Ever since Allie had arrived at her father's the house had become somewhat warm. It felt like a home and not just a hunter's version of an oasis. In mild terms— Allie made sure there were more than ready-made meals in the freezer. One could only eat so many Hungry Man Salisbury Steaks until they went mad.

He gave a slight chuckle at the sight of her playful banter with Dean, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I think he might have exaggerated just a bit," he admitted sheepishly, trying to regain some semblance of composure around Allie. She was... well, she was something else entirely. Certainly not what he had anticipated. Not in a negative way. Dean would normally play a woman like this up to the nines. Sam could only assume that his older brother hadn't done so due to Allie being Bobby's daughter.

"A beer sounds great, thanks." He followed her over to the fridge and watched as she expertly opened it, revealing an impressive collection of various brews. It wasn't Bobby's taste for sure; more likely Dean's. He wondered how long they had been here together before he joined them. That thought made him a bit regretful considering he hadn't interacted with his older brother much since leaving for Stanford.

As she grabbed two cold bottles from the ice-cold depths, their bodies brushed against each other ever so slightly and Sam stiffened. The familiar awkwardness around women returned, something Dean often teased him about.

"Of course he did." She rolled her eyes once again before passing Sam a beer and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"So, Stanford. That's pretty cool. You must be intelligent." Allie smiled. "Dean told me you were a bright kid." She took a sip of her beer before continuing. "You don't look like a kid to me, though." Sometimes Dean spoke about Sam like he was still young, not like an adult.

"I went to school for nursing before I found Bobby. Graduated. So, you know, if you ever get any boo-boos... you know who to call." Blue irises glanced at him from beneath mascara-enhanced eyelashes. He was attractive. It was kind of unfair. Both of them were nice looking, though Sam had a more...gentle vibe.

Sam blushed slightly at her compliment, taking a long swig of his beer to hide the sudden surge of embarrassment. "Thanks," he mumbled awkwardly, trying not to stare too hard at those captivating eyes or that enticing curve of her body pressed against the countertop. She was pretty. Yet— there must have been an ocean below. His thoughts ran away from attraction and towards a pique of interest at her note of graduating college for such a respectable field. Why would she choose their life? Any kind of life on earth and she had selected to... stick with his brother? Odd choice considering how Dean treated women at times.

"I'm still in college," he clarified quickly, hoping to change the subject before it got even more uncomfortable for him. "Pre-law, actually." He could not help but notice how effortlessly she shifted topics, deflecting attention away from herself and onto him. It was... refreshing, almost. Dean usually just wanted to talk about hunting or girls. Or food. Or Classic Rock.

He cleared his throat again, forcing himself to focus on something else. "So nursing huh? That sounds like a noble profession."

"It would be if I did anything with it." She joked and smiled. "Can't really be a good nurse while hunting." The blonde grabbed a mint and popped it in her mouth. She could hear Dean rustling around upstairs.

"What could he possibly be doing up there?!" Allie's eyes narrowed. "Sam, I'm so sorry. Can you give me a second please?" She stormed up the stairs to find Dean attempting to set up some pranks. "Are you shitting me right now?! You thought I'd be distracted so you get to work? ARE YOU PUTTING ITCHING POWDER IN MY PANTS?!" Their yelling could be heard throughout the house. Nothing new. They bickered all the time. She felt bad that Sam had to deal with it right off the bat though.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, Allie," Dean called out from the bedroom doorway, hands raised in surrender as he attempted to calm his female friend. He had a mischievous grin on his face while he stepped into view, wearing nothing but his boxers and holding a can of silly string. "I was just trying to liven things up a bit."

"You know I love you, right?" he added teasingly, his green eyes twinkling with playfulness. "Besides, it's not like you haven't done worse to me." It wasn't entirely true, but he figured a little exaggeration wouldn't hurt their relationship. They both knew they were equals when it came to pranks and practical jokes.

Meanwhile, Sam stood downstairs and awkwardly took another swig from his beer, trying not to think about how much he thought about those long blonde locks. They reminded him of Jessica. Jessica. He'd only just left her and yet he already missed her. She was a knockout. As soon as he got back things would change for them. He knew it. He was ready.

As their voices faded into the distance, seemingly arguing this time around, he set down his empty can on the countertop and grabbed another one from the fridge. Dean had an effect on women, he assumed Allie was no different. Rather than let the yelling get to him the younger Winchester opted to tune out the noises and wait.

She stood in front of Dean, blue eyes blazing as they took in the sight of the silly string he was holding. "Dean if you spray me with that I swear to God I'll kill you. You'll be dead meat," Allie moved closer to him and attempted to snatch the can away but was unsuccessful. "Don't you sweet talk me!" She shoved past him and looked around her room. "What did you do in here?! And why are you naked?" She gestured to the fact he was only in boxers. These days such a sight didn't bother her. It wasn't shocking. The dude acted like he was some sort of gift from god half the time. Come on man, We've all seen abs.

Dean laughed, his muscular chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he tried not to enjoy the view of Allie's ass wiggling in annoyance. "Come on, Al," he said playfully, grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around so she was facing him again. His strong arms wrapped around her slender frame, trapping her against the wall. "Relax," He leaned down, touching their bodies tentatively in hopes that she wouldn't freak out. Pushing boundaries had become common within their dynamic since meeting a year prior. Their faces were inches apart. "I just thought we needed a little fun after all that ghost-slayin'. Besides, you know I always look good naked." Was he pushing it? Probably. Eventually, she'd let him know by giving him a decent shove.

Allie rolled her eyes. Dean was hiding something. She knew it. She wasn't one to give in to his charming antics. If one could call them that. Maybe she had just grown immune. You hear the same pick-up line a thousand times and the flavor becomes that of flour.

She slumped against his arms, mouth open and tongue sticking out as she feigned death theatrically. "Sorry, I can't respond to your flirts. I'm dead." She spoke before returning to her dramatic position against the wall, leaning over his arms as her body went limp like a rag doll against him. She had to admit, he was fun to play with.

"You'll have to tell Sam that you killed me with cheesy pick-up lines." She added then went silent again.

Dean chuckled at Allie's antics as he held her close. "Well, I guess that means I'll just have to find some other way to entertain myself," he said playfully with a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. As he turned to leave the room, he couldn't resist one last glance back at her, still sprawled out against the wall like a lifeless doll. Her long golden blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her big blue eyes were closed in mock death. It was a strange juxtaposition - both comical and strangely erotic all at once.

He made his way back downstairs, where Sam was still sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on his beer and flipping through an old magazine.

Sam looked up as he heard footsteps descending the stairs and forced himself not to roll his eyes. Did that mean that Dean... won whatever had happened upstairs? He quickly put down the magazine and tried to act nonchalant. He had only just arrived and Dean was already causing chaos. Just like always. He couldn't help but feel a tinge bad for Allie. "Everything okay up there?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Dean replied, his grin widening as he took a seat across from Sam. "Just having some fun with Allie." He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long legs and crossing them at the ankles. "So, what's up? Anything interesting in that magazine?"

As they talked, Dean couldn't help but steal glances at Allie, who had joined them in the kitchen after her fake death scene.

"Our definitions of 'fun' seem to be different." Allie chided and returned back to reading her book. "He flirted with me so badly that I died." She turned to look at Sam, knowing he would most likely be a little confused. She didn't care. It was kind of fun to embarrass Dean in front of his younger brother. She took a bite of her Twizzler. "What? I got better." Allie referenced Monty Python and the Holy Grail with an extraverted laugh.

Sam couldn't help but smile at Allie's joke, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Alice seemed to be quite... informal. "I see that," he replied, trying to hide his merriment.

"So, what are you reading?" He asked, nodding towards her book. He noticed the way she bit her bottom lip as she laughed, the motion causing her plump lips to bulge enticingly.  He cleared his throat, looking away quickly. Damnit Sam! Get it together! Stop being awkward. Being in your early twenties sucked. Hormones. He loved Jessica. The hormones... ugh. He mentally lectured himself for the noticing of Allie's assets and looked down at his beer in avoidance.

Allie flashed him the book cover. "Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro" She paused, knowing Dean would not care what she was reading. It was nice to have someone around that did.

"It's about children that are brought up in boarding schools only to find out that they are clones and that their organs will be harvested to keep humans alive... until they die." A very small synopsis of the book. It was dark, and questioning, and intelligent. That's why she liked it.

"My overview isn't giving it justice. It's beautiful." Her eyes moved back to the page.

Dean raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Sounds like a bit of a downer," he commented, leaning forward in his chair. "But I guess that's what makes it interesting, huh?" As Allie delved back into her book, Dean couldn't help but watch her every movement - the way she turned pages with care, the way her lips pursed in concentration, the way her hair fell softly around her face. It was almost mesmerizing. Being around her wasn't always easy considering her... god-given gifts.

Sam nodded in agreement,  "It does sound like a heavy read," he admitted softly, taking another sip of his beer. He couldn't help but admire her dedication to literature despite their dangerous lifestyle; it was refreshing to see someone so passionate about something other than hunting and survival. Dean only got like that with food. They didn't exactly have an overwhelming amount of intellectual conversations. Dean was just never one for book smarts, he didn't care about that stuff. It was tough enough to get his older brother to do the research, let alone pick up Hamlet.

"So, how long have you been with Dean?" he asked casually, trying to steer the conversation away from dark topics for a moment.

Blue eyes flickered up and she smirked. "Too long." She bit back a snicker and took another bite of her Twizzler. "Good teacher though. I'll admit it," Allie watched as Dean seemed to shine with her kind words. "Don't let it feed your ego too much."

She sighed and closed her book, knowing she wouldn't get far. "Dad wasn't too happy about it at first though." Bobby hadn't wanted her to hunt, but here they were. "So, when do we leave to find your dad?" Dean hadn't invited her along for the ride but she didn't care. She was going. These days the skillful hunter couldn't get rid of her. Not that he tried much. They were two peas in a weirdo pod.

Dean grinned, his green eyes shining with pride. "Well, I try," he said modestly, taking another swig of his beer before setting it down on the table. Was he truly modest? No.

"We can head out whenever you're ready." He stood up from his chair and stretched his muscular arms above his head, revealing a glimpse of his toned abs through his tight shirt. "I already packed everything we need in Baby," he added, referring to his trusty '67 Chevy Impala parked outside.

Sam stood up from his chair, feeling the familiar tug of anticipation and dread that came with every hunt. He knew what they faced could be dangerous, but there was also a thrill in it; the adrenaline rush, the camaraderie, the sense of purpose. As much as he had enjoyed the independence and normalcy that Stanford provided him... he did miss his brother.

"Let's go," he said finally, pushing aside his thoughts of Allie and focusing on their shared mission. "We should get moving." He grabbed his own bag, slung it over his shoulder, and followed Dean out to the Impala parked outside.

"Oh! Oh! Okay so... now. I guess. Leaving now." She smiled to herself about the fact that Dean hadn't put up a fight regarding her attendance. Fuck yeah.

She raced up the stairs two at a time and grabbed her already stuffed backpacks before meeting them at the car and sliding into the backseat. "What?! I'm a girl! I've got a lot of stuff. This is packing light!" She tried to defend having three bags. "I actually have a wardrobe, thank you. Not the same three pairs of jeans." The defence was only natural. It came out automatically.

Dean snorted, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he climbed into the driver's seat and started up the classic rock music blaring through the speakers. "Alright, alright," he said with a grunt, revving the engine before pulling out of Bobby's driveway. Damn woman never packed light. Not once. They'd go somewhere for two days and she'd have a full duffel.

The Impala roared to life, vibrating beneath them as they sped down the empty road towards their next destination.

By the time they finished defeating the woman in white, the Impala was... pretty fucked up considering Sam had driven it through an aged and abandoned house.

Allie sat awkwardly in the backseat as the boys fought a bit over Sam going back home to Jessica and school so soon. As soon as Dean dropped Sam off he talked about having a "bad feeling".

Well, it seemed he was right because minutes later he was racing out of the apartment with Sam in his arms while Jessica burned. Allie had no idea. She was sitting in the backseat at the time. "What happened?!" She got out to join them before flames suddenly erupted from the apartment building. The smell of fiery flesh filled the night air. The boys reacted but not to the smell. And god, did it smell. She'd never experienced it before. It's like the burning skin was in her throat and ripping at her nostrils.

Sam's heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest as he stumbled out of the Impala, still reeling from the sight of flames engulfing what was once his home. Jessica... she was gone. Gone in a flash, consumed by fire and smoke that filled the night air with an acrid smell of burning flesh and charred wood.

Dean wrapped him tightly in a bear hug, pulling his taller brother's head down under his chin, unable to process the unfathomable loss that Sam had faced. Although Dean had only just met Jessica his grief was profound. Why? Because his baby brother was going through it. That was enough for him to go through it too.

Dean's arms tightened around his younger brother, holding him close as the warmth from the flames licked at their heels. The heat was intense, but it paled in comparison to the raging inferno that had consumed Dean's thoughts. He could feel Sam trembling against him, and a wave of protectiveness surged through him stronger than ever before; an instinctual need to shield him from harm, even if that meant taking on every demon and monster alone himself.

"Jessica is...gone."

Sam's body shook violently in Dean's arms, his mind reeling with disbelief and grief. Jessica was gone; she had been taken from him so suddenly, her warmth replaced by cold ashes and charred debris. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing amidst a storm of ambulances, cop cars, and civilians.

Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over in anguish, but he fought back the urge to break down. He couldn't. He was too angry. The monster that killed their mother was back. It was no coincidence. Jessica was gone. All that was left was rage and a deep-seated desire for revenge over everything that had gone sideways in their lives. The way the monster had fucked with them, had made them this way.

"We've got work to do"