Winchester

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Where is the fucking pie!?" I yelled out as I marched from the kitchen into the library where I knew they would be. I saw my dad take a bite out of the pie and look up at me with his mouth agape and wide eyes. He then slid the pie out of my sight and mumbled something along the lines of, "I don't know where the pie is."

"Bullshit," I said and pointed at him. "You're eating my pie!" I exclaimed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." My eye twitched and I rushed towards him. He got up out of the seat he was in and started shoveling pie into his mouth like it was a trash can. I angrily marched towards him and watched as he ran away.

"I swear to god that you are both children." I heard Sam mutter to himself. I turned on my heels and faces him.

"You are no better than Dean." He looked at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "You let him eat my pie!" I exclaimed and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Guys!" A voice said out of nowhere which made me jump in the air and scream. I whipped my head around to face Castiel.

"What the hell!?" Dean exclaimed, putting the pie down to stare at Cas. "What are you doing here!?"

"There's something you three need to know," He told us and slowly made his way closer to us.

"You have some explaining to do!" Dean yelled at him in rage. I went over to him and grabbed him by the arm to stop him from doing anything. "What the hell, Stiles!?"

"Let's hear him out, okay? He looks worried." I looked between my father and uncle. "It could be important. Like, life and death important."

"Okay, go on, Cas," Sam told him calmly, standing by Dean's other side just in case something happens.

"There is a soul in hell–" Cas started but was cut off by Dean.

"There is a ton of souls in hell." He spat.

"Dean?" I asked and he looked at me. "Shut up." I turned back to Cas. "Continue."

"She doesn't belong in hell. She should be in heaven but here's the thing, every angel that I have come by, has told me that she should be alive. She is a lot like you Winchesters. She should be kept a live," He explained to us, his wide eyes glancing between the three of us.

"Who is she and why are you telling us this?" Sam asked him, his eyebrows furrowed together in thought, his eyes showing worry.

"Because she is meant to be with you guys, meaning you have to watch over her when I get her out of hell. And for who she is, I am not allowed to tell you. You just gotta see when I drop her off."

"Hell to the no! I am not going to babysit some chick who was sent to hell. Send her somewhere else," Dean sneered, shaking his head, throwing his arms around as he displayed his anger.

"Dean –" I started but Cas cut me off.

"She has to be sent here " Cas told us sternly. "It can't be anyone else." He then turned to me. "You three have to protect her because she was in there for awhile and she's probably not gonna have much memory when she comes out." I gulped and nodded my head. "She is a hunter so she'll catch up with everything sooner or later." He sweeped his eyes over us.

"We'll watch over her." Dean scoffed at my words.

"Hell no!" He exclaimed but I just rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Fine! I'll watch over her!" I exclaimed, looking at Dean and then turned my attention back to Cas. "Go get her." He nodded and all you heard was wings flapping and he was a goner. I turned my attention back to Dean. "You need to calm the fuck down because I don't care what you say, I will take care of this girl. At least i'll be useful for something," I told them and then sat down on the table.

"Stiles, i'll help out too,"Sam told me and sat down by my side. "And you're useful. You have the smartest mind I have ever seen, which is why i'm surprised that you're Dean's child –"

"Hey!"

We chuckled at that.

"You have fast reflexes and you are really fun to have around. You ease the tension... most of the time. Other times you can be annoying but we love you for that," He told me and I smiled up at him.

"Here we are."

I heard Cas' voice. I turned around to see him putting a body on the couch that was in the corner of the library. 

When he moved out of the way, it was as if my whole world was collapsing in on me. It was as if I was trapped, the walls were closing in on me. My whole body started to shake. I was starting to sweat and my breathing became ragged as if I just ran a marathon. Everything was spinning around me as if I was just pulled into a tornado without warning. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking uncontrollably. My lips were beginning to feel like sand paper as I warmed my lips with my harsh breathing. I tugged and tugged at my hair as I went in circle. I could barely hear Sam and Dean's frantic words, it was as if I was going under water and there was no way out. Everything was just... unsteady.

"No, no, no, no."

I breathed out as I tumbled to the ground. I leaned up against the wall, using it for support as I barely felt hands shaking my shoulders. I could hear Dean's shaky voice as he tried to call out to me but all of my attention was to the petite body that laid on the couch.

Her hair was as dark as I remembered. Her hair was longer though. It went down to her chest. It was in waves as if she curled it. She wore the same outfit she died in. The hole was still where the sword went in. It was still bloody like she died yesterday. Her small body was covered in dirt and grime. It was as if she climbed out of her own coffin. And that was when I remembered....

She did.

I stood up slowly and made my way towards her, my breathing still ragged but I knew what was going on now. My vision was more clear and my hearing was as it was before.

I looked down at the body of the only person who truly cared about me. The girl who was in love with my best friend. The girl who I missed dearly.

"Allison?"