Savin' Me

Chapter 11

In under ten minutes he had accomplished the impossible. Allison talked to him. At his insistence she told him about how she and Brad had camped out with a pair of hunters during in the early stages of the outbreak. The hunters had saved her and her brother from a Croat infested building, after the fact the insisted that the two stuck with them. After a nasty run-in with a group of 'black eyed freaks' the hunters began to pass on their skill's to the McKinnon siblings. In a week they had been taught what some hunters took years to learn. In addition to learning how to shoot, Allison learned basic Latin. Summoning and exorcism spells, not the lightweight kind either. Castiel was thoroughly impressed.

According to her, she accepted the facts quickly – even if it scared her. Smart move, considering later on her own survival would depend on it. The hunters tossed their theories at her and she had tried to follow along. Angels pushing the apocalyptic agenda? Not surprisingly he found that she had been skeptical about the existence of angels. Which was ironic considering she had come face to face with demons. The subject of angelic beings proved to be touchy. She had been speaking openly till that point. He could have sworn that t he air in the cabin grew thicker at that moment.

So angels were a sore subject. It was understandable. Angels were, for the most part, bastards. At least they had been before they started to jump ship. Anyone that was still alive would no doubt be human by now. He'd been toying with the idea of asking if she knew of the bigger picture, why everything had happened. From the sounds of it the hunters that she had stuck with had the right idea. His mouth opened but he lost all train of thought as the cabin door swung open. He slowly turned to face the visitors, while the sudden intrusion had made Allison jump to her feet.

He pleading was falling onto deaf ears. Lisa knew that it was best to just let him go, but all the same the girl didn't need to deal with the force that was Dean right now. There was a time where the Winchester would have cared about that. Human emotion had never really been his strong suit, that was more Sam's department – but Dean could be sympathetic. It had been awhile since he'd shown anything but anger, Lisa wondered if he was even capable of feeling anything anymore. She'd witnessed the change herself. Over the course of a few months Dean Winchester had turned into something hideous, something that couldn't be caged.

Dean was the first to the door but Lisa pushed him out of the way and stepped inside first. She cringed as Allison shot up. A movie that wasn't incredibly smart seeing is as she was gripping her side and leaning against the wall for support. "Just ignore him." Lisa urged as she rushed to the woman's side. Castiel slowly stood up as Dean entered the room. Ignoring Dean was like ignoring a hurricane. You just couldn't do it.

"Did you know that she had a run-in with Lucifer?"

Castiel looked from Lisa and then back to Dean. The blank look on his face spoke volumes. While the question had been aimed at him, Deans attention was fixed on Allison and Cas did not like the look on his face.

"I had a run in with who?" Alli asked through gritted teeth. Dean stepped inside the cabin, swinging the door shut behind him. Lisa who was now supporting Allison by keeping a carefully wrapped arm around at the woman's waist glared daggers at Dean.

The look on Allison's face said that Dean was crazy, but the look in her eyes said an entirely different story.

"Tall, could use a haircut, white suit, likes to bitch about his family and how he's so hard done by?"

For a split second, her face said yes. That was the only answer that Dean needed. Being a Winchester, that just wasn't good enough. If anything it only raised more questions. Something that Allison seemed to be fairly good at. Before Dean could do any further damage, Lisa jumped in. She reluctantly moved away from Alli, leaving her to support herself. "We found a journal," Lisa began slowly. Unlike other people she understood delicate matters. This was obviously one of them. "I know that you know that the man in the white suit wasn't a man. He sent demons after you. People just don't run into him and walk away like you and your brother did."

Castiel looked at Allison – who now wore one of the most expressionless faces he'd ever seen. When she spoke up, he wondered if she'd even registered all of what Lisa had said. "You have my brothers journal?" She slowly pushed herself off of the wall. Dean merely nodded his head in response. "I want it back." Alli hissed at the man.

The Winchester let out a low, hollow laugh. "No."

Allison's fists clenched at her sides so tightly that Castiel could see her knuckles turn white. "Do you have a hearing problem?" Alli countered through gritted teeth. "I said that I want it back."

"You know what I want sweetheart? World peace. "

"Dean this isn't the best time – " Cas attempted to block out the mans words, but his efforts were fruitless.

"Shut it, Cas. Go play with one of your hippies." It wasn't the first time that he'd heard that remark and it likely wouldn't be the last. Usually he shrugged it off, but this time he found it oddly offensive. Those beautiful women were not hippies.

Lisa threw her hands up in the air, a gesture that both men were all too familiar with. " Christ Dean. That's enough! You shot her and now you want to terrorize her?" At that instant the room fell deathly silent. Lisa's eyes widened and her cheeks flooded with crimson. Dean had flicked Lisa's switch and in turn, she had flicked his.

"She didn't need to know that!" Dean barked.

"Oh right, I forgot. We lie. Sorry." Between Dean and Lisa's vicious attacks, no one seemed to notice Allison. Standing there, looking much like a deer in the headlights. Castiel himself had been watching the leader and Lisa verbally battle it out.

The two looked as if they were two seconds away from going for each others throats. To anyone who had been in the camp for more than a week this was nothing but an everyday occurrence. This is what Dean and Lisa did. They fought,

"Why don't you just give her back the damn journal!"

Over the yelling no one heard Allison. "He shot me?"

Dean's jaw set and his eyes narrowed. " No one asked for your help. " A shot directed back at Lisa.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Allison moving forward. The other two were so wrapped up in their own argument, it was like the rest of the world was invisible to them. "Allison!" His arms shot out, attempting to grab the woman before she got any closer to Dean. His fingers grazed the fabric of her shirt but he couldn't get a hold. She was in between Lisa and Dean in the blink of an eye.

He didn't actually see what happened, but he heard it. The sound of a fist connecting with someone's face. It had happened fast. Dean's head snapped to the side, the man yelled a slew of curse words as he attempted to regain his composure – he'd almost been knocked off balance. Allison was cradling her right hand, eyes brimming with tears. "You're lucky that I don't have a gun..." The woman murmured as she moved backwards. Lisa was standing behind her guiding her away from Dean. The other woman looked surprised but smug. Dean looked shocked and extremely pissed off. There was an angry red patch of skin on the side of his face now; from where Castiel stood it looked like it hurt.

Dean didn't say anything else. Not even a word. He didn't give either woman a withering glare, instead he stormed out of the cabin. Castiel was amazed that the door didn't fly straight off the hinges. Dean pushed his way through the small crowd that had gathered outside, no doubt they wanted to know what was going on.

When he looked back at Allison the tears that she had been holding back were slowly streaming down her face. Lisa was by her side, quietly mumbling something about Dean deserving it. Castiel had to agree. Most of the time he found a way to side with their fearless leader, but this time Dean had been out of line.

If this was any indicator, it was going to be a very long day.