Unlike the brothers, Allie hadn't interacted with Castiel much. Sure she was... around when he was around but typically she just shut up near him. Allie held a deep-seated resentment towards god. As a child, she was raised Lutheran Christian though it never settled in. She figured her mother needed something to believe in. She was a hopeful woman, despite her life's transgressions. Her mother often worked two or even three jobs to keep them afloat and at times could be neglectful—- all of that was crumbs compared to what the Winchesters had endured. Her mother was a tough woman, though. No wonder Bobby had taken a liking to her that night.
But when death came knocking no god attended. No one helped. Allie was left alone to pick up the pieces and through that abandoned faith, if she ever had much. What God had ever given a shit about her? Hours spent in confinement with others saying the prayer, only to be forgotten. Watching someone you love wither away until there's nothing left of them but your power of attorney choices made one angry - dissatisfied with any notion of sanctity, a divination that never existed in the first place.
Yet now here they were together. Sam had... retired from hunting, believing himself to be too dangerous and unstable to do the job. Day by day Dean was changing; it always happened when Sam was gone but this time Alice didn't force them together. The brothers needed the time apart to forget, to heal. The demon blood —- Ruby —- those choices had snaked their way into the group, a slithering poison and it had contaminated them. Their connections had taken a fucking beating.
Allie entered the motel room with some McDonalds and came face-to-face with Dean and Castiel having a very... In-depth conversation that she did not feel right being around. Dean quipped "Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week." He paused. "We're driving."
She had obviously completely missed an important conversation. "I... got you an extra hashbrown." Sky-blue eyes darted between the two male figures in front of her. "I.. only got enough for two." Allie stood awkwardly and rubbed the back of her head, placing the greased-up fast food bag down on the small table in their shared accommodation.
An uncomfortable silence settled between the three of them but Dean moved across the motel room to join her, opening the grease-stained bag. "Sounds good." He knew how Allie felt about Castiel. Although Castiel was an ally to them Allie had always been wary of showing her emotions on her sleeve. "We gotta case, need to find Raphael. Angel." He grumbled between bites of his sausage McMuffin. "The three of us." Dean clarified, raising a brow slightly while looking over at her.
"You okay with that?"
Allie's eyes shifted to stare at Castiel, her gaze unwavering and hard. "Guess I have to be." She hadn't meant to be so intense. After all, Castiel did help them—- but she still wasn't convinced of his allegiance. The other angels were asshats. Maybe he just hid his offenses better than them.
Castiel could sense the human emotions in the room, though he didn't often understand such things but he did want to quell Allie's fears—- if only to align Dean with him. "Alice." He began in his usual deep voice. "I am not your enemy." he stepped closer to her then but maintained a bit of distance, after all, Dean had just reprimanded him for his lack of physical space before Allie had arrived. "Lucifer cannot rise to power. We will make sure the apocalypse does not come to fruition."
Her gaze moved to Dean as he sat and ate. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?" It seemed to be an apt time for a rendition of the popular quote. Her hand wrestled in the bag and pulled out some hot cakes - her favorite, before popping open the plastic casing and diving into pancakes that had been doused in maple syrup.
Dean watched them interact and smiled to himself. Damn woman wouldn't let anyone get away with shit, he had half a mind to say no to Castiel too but if they wanted to stop the apocalypse they needed as many people on their team as possible. "She's a real firecracker, ain't she?" Dean shook his head.

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Fanfiction'Allie held a deep-seated resentment towards god. As a child, she was raised Lutheran Christian though it never settled in. She figured her mother needed something to believe in. Leslie Smith was a hopeful woman, despite her life's transgressions. H...