Winchester

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I looked down at the sleeping girl in my bed with teary eyes. I could not believe that she was right in front of me. I was too scared to even touch her because I was afraid that she might not be real. What if all of this is just a dream, a nightmare, maybe even an hallucination? I just wanted it to last a little bit longer if it was just a fake.

A gasp was heard through the room. My eyes widened when she sat up and scooted away from me, her back pressed up against the wall, she had her knees to her chest. Her breathing was really ragged, as if she had just ran a marathon. Her eyes were wide as she stared at me. They were then filled with tears as they fell from her brown eyes. She was terrified and I knew it.

"W-who a-are y-you?" She stuttered out, her voice hoarse thanks to her not having any fluids for years.

Due to hell working differently, she hasn't been there for a year like it seemed to me, but much longer. Dean was only dead for your months the first time he died, but down in hell, it was forty years for him, so I can't imagine how long it was for her.

I backed up a little, surprised. I reached to my desk, not taking my eyes off of ger. She jumped in fright, pressing her body further into the wall. I let a tear fall from my eye as I watched her. I grabbed a water bottle and slowly walked towards her, across that if I moved too fast, she would bolt. I held out the water bottle to her, my hand shaking violently.

"I'm S-stiles," My voice wavered as I stared at the girl I killed. I held the bottle of water in front of me and took small cautious steps towards her. "You must be thirsty," I told her kindly. She hesitantly grabbed the bottle of water and then gulped it down. "Do you remember your name?" I looked down at my hands and then glanced up at her through my eyelashes.

"I-i-i-i don't know. I-i don't know. I don't who I am." She was starting to panic. Her hands flew up to her hair and started tugging, her breathing magnified and was becoming harsh. Her eyes were as wide as they could be, and filled with terror. Her right hand went to her chest and pressed down as if she was trying to get herself to breathe.

She was sweating furiously and her lips were turning chapped. I jumped into action without thinking of the consequences and grabbed her arms, and then pulled her into my body. Her back pressed up against my chest as I held her close. I brought my right hand up and pushed some of her hair our of her face.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, trying to calm her down. "You're fine. It's going to be okay. Breathe. Breathe. Come on, breathe for me," I demanded her, my hold on her only tightening. "Calm down," I whispered into her ear. She slowly started to calm down but I didn't let go of her.

She sighed and leaned up against me, her head rolling back onto my shoulder. I looked down and stared into her warm chocolate brown eyes. They were what they used to be but now they have horror, loneliness and self loathing behind them. All I wanted to do was be there for her and I knew that from now on, I would do anything to protect her. "Everything is going to be okay."

"I don't know who I am," She whimpered as she stared up at me, tears filling her eyes as she stared into my hazel eyes. I moved us around to where I had my back up against the wall and her in my lap.

"I do and I will tell you if you want me to," I whispered which made her raise her head and turn around to look at me.

"You know who I am?" She asked excitedly. I nodded my head which made her smile. "Please tell me."

"Your name is Allison Argent and you're very brave. You stood up for your friends and family," I told her, a smile coming to my face when I saw her smile. "We were friends," I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled. "Really?" She asked and I nodded. She moved around and sat beside me, her head going to my shoulder. "Tell me more," She whispered and I nodded.

"You are very kind and sweet even though you can be a total badass most of the time. You used to date my best friend before you, um, you know," I explained to her and gulped, looking down when I remembered the way she died. The image never leaves my head but since she's here right in front of me, the guilt just got a whole lot worse. And you wanna know the bad thing? I didn't want to tell her because I knew that if I did, she would hate me.

"I sound really awesome," She commented and entwined her left hand with my right. I looked down and stared at our hands in shock. What was she doing? "Oh, i'm sorry," She exclaimed and tried to remove her hand but I tightened my hold on it and looked up to stare into her teary brown eyes. "I just feel so safe with you," She went to explain but I just shook my head at her.

"It's fine," I told her simply and sent her a small smile, my heart breaking at the sight of tears in her eyes.

"Can you tell me more about myself?" She asked and I nodded my head.

"Your real name is Celestine but you like to be called Allison. You like -"

It's very short but it has Allison and Stiles bonding. I actually really enjoyed writing this chapter for some reason. It's probably because Allison and Stiles never really bonded like this in the show, but whatever. Do you ship Stallison?

I really hope that you have enjoyed reading this book as much as I have writing it. And you wanna know the best thing about it? It has only begun!