Winchester

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"How's Allison doing?" Dean asked as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. I looked over at him and Sam, and smiled at them. "That good?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I told her about herself," I told them and then the way they looked at me, I knew what they were about to say. "I didn't tell her that she is a hunter who hunts supernatural beings. I skipped all of that and told her about her life, about her mom, dad and aunt. Leaving the part where her aunt is dead and the part where she killed a whole family of werewolves," I paused as I took out a can of coke from the fridge. "I told her about her moving to my school and falling in love with my ex best friend. I told her that she had a best friend named Lydia and that we were friends," I explained to them and took a sip from my coke. "I did not tell her how she died," I added.

"Wait, hold on, her aunt killed a whole family of werewolves?" Sam questioned, looking away from his laptop.

"Burned them alive " I told them bluntly. "She even killed some humans that were in the house. Kids, babies, adults, the whole shebang," I paused as I looked at their shocked faces. "There was only a couple survivors. Derek, Peter, Cora and Laura. But Peter killed Laura so now there is only Derek, Cora and Peter himself," I explained and then sighed.

"So she's fine with everything?" Dean asked me and I shook my head.

"She won't open up to me about her experience in hell, not like I want her to right now but she does need to tell someone before she explodes. Also, she did have a panic attack when she couldn't figure out who she was. But, right now, she is having a shower and is probably crying to herself," I told them and started making two sandwiches, one for me and one for Allison.

"How are you taking everything?" Sam asked me and Dean set down the sandwich he had in his hands and stared at me with expectant eyes.

"I feel like the guilt is eating me up. I killed her and here she is, showering in my bathroom, alive and well. She is back and I should be happy about it. I am, I truly am. But, when she finds out that I am the one who killed her, she will hate me forever. If she doesn't find out, she'll get her memories back and she'll find out that way. Either way, she will end up hating me. I don't think I could live with myself if she hated me," I explained to them and then took a bite out of my sandwich, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat.

"She'll come around eventually. Even if she doesn't, who cares? You don't deserve someone who won't let you explain about the whole situation," Dean told me and took a bite out of his sandwich. I sighed and took a big gulp of my coke.

"This place is like a freaking maze," A feminine voice stated which startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up from my sandwich to find myself staring at Allison. She was wearing one of my black shirts that went to her mid-thigh and a pair of my white socks. Her hair was a wet mess and it went down to her chest. Just the way she looked in my clothes made me gulp. "And that shower was amazing," She added as she walked towards me. "Is that sandwich for me?" She asked when she looked down at the food with hungry eyes.

"Yup, made it myself." She grabbed it and ate it so quickly that I stood there with my mouth agape. "Maybe I should've made more than two," I said which made her giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "Here," I grabbed my coke and handed it to her. "- have a drink." She took it with a small smile and gulped it down.

"Damn, I like a girl with an appetite." I heard the voice of my dad say which made her jump and run to my side, hiding behind me.