Supernatural Little Sister

Fat Bottomed Girls Part 2

Allison: 24
Dean: 33
Sam: 30

"Hey, we've been at it for hours. Let's take a break, Al." Sam says, closing his book.
"No, no. I've almost got something. I know it." Allison says desperately.
"Dean is getting antsy; I can tell he wants food." Sam laughs as Dean and Castiel linger in the doorway. Dean is playing with his keys anxiously and Castiel gives a friendly wave.
"Well, I'm hungry too but there's a job to do." Allison grumbles and Sam's brow furrows.
"Ah, okay." Sam sighs and looks to Dean concernedly.
"Sam, I'm fine. Just go. I'll meet you out at the car in a sec." Allison says. Sam gets up from the table reluctantly and motions Dean and Castiel out. Crowley sits in the worn leather chair by one of the Men of Letters' bookcases, finishing a glass of scotch.
"Allison, I hope I didn't offend you earlier." Crowley says earnestly. Allison looks up at the demon and laughs. "What?" Crowley says with a smile.
"It's just, you're the King of Hell and you're apologizing for a fat joke. It's a little ironic." Allison says.
"I never apologized. I just hope your feelings aren't hurt." Crowley says, trying to protect his evil dignity.
"Uh huh." Allison goes back to reading articles on the missing girls.
"Don't you want food?" Crowley asks after a pause.
"This case is making me lose my appetite with every article I read." Allison sighs and closes the computer. "But a bacon cheeseburger always sounds good."
"Indeed." Crowley finishes the last sip of his drink and grabs his overcoat. "Ladies first." He says as he motions Allison towards the door.
"What a gentleman." Allison smiles.

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"What can I get for y'all?" The waitress asks, ready with a pen and paper.
"What do you have on tap, sweetheart?" Dean asks.
"You name it, we probably have it." She says sassily.
"Guinness IPAs for the table." Dean orders and everyone shows their IDs. The waitress comes back with the beer promptly and then takes everyone's food orders.
"I think it's time to take those fools' money with a quick game of pool." Dean says, walking over to the pool table that's surrounded by drunk bikers. While Allison would have normally joined her brother, she sips at her frothy beer and sighs.
"I think I'm gonna call the sheriff and ask a few more questions." Allison says with a nod and stands up.
"Want me to come with?" Sam asks, ready to join her already.
"I think I'll be okay." She says with a smile and heads out the front door.
"I'm worried about her." Sam sighs.
"Why?" Castiel asks.
"She's always had some insecurities when it comes to her...body. She doesn't talk about it, but I know." Sam says and Crowley looks down at his glass, feeling guilty. "And she cares a lot about this case; she's made a connection with it. I just don't want her to get hurt, you know?" Sam takes a drink. The waitress arrives with their meals and Dean hustles over.
"Where's Ally?" He asks, plopping down in the booth.
"She's talking to the sheriff on the phone outside." Castiel says and Dean nods as he takes a bite of his burger.
"I'm gonna go get her before her food gets cold." Sam says and exits the bar. Sam looks around outside but doesn't see much, other than a homeless man sleeping under a dim street light. Sam's heartbeat quickens as he looks around the outside of the bar but doesn't see his sister.
"Allison? Ally?!" Sam yells into the empty street. He runs into the restaurant and throws money down on the table. "We need to go. Allison's gone."
"What?!" Dean says, mouth full of food.
"Bloody Hell." Crowley says, standing up and exiting the booth. Castiel disappears and Dean sighs.
"Let's go." Dean says, jumping up out of his seat. The three of them jump in the car and Dean starts the engine. Castiel appears next to Crowley in the back seat.
"She's alive." Castiel says and they all sigh in relief. "And I have an idea of her location, but it's still unclear."
"We'll find her, Sammy." Dean says and Sam nods as the Impala tears down the street.

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"Help." Allison whispers.
"No one is gonna help you, baby girl." A deep voiced man coos at her. Allison strains her eyes to see the monster in the dark room. It seems to be a tall, dark and handsome man, maybe in his 40's. He is cleaning a knife in the corner of the room.
"What are you doing?" Allison asks, now more awake.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head." He says and gives her a handsome smile. The man's phone rings and he answers it. "Hello? Yeah. Just come right down." He hangs up. Two pairs of footsteps are coming down some nearby stairs.
"Hey, Bill." The handsome man says. "Cheryl."
"Evening, Steve." A new voice says. "This her?"
"You bet. Found her outside of some bar. Looked about your guys' type. I thought of you two immediately." Steve says.
"That's awfully good of you, Steve. We really do appreciate it. You know, I'm expecting." Cheryl says.
"Really? That's great. I'm glad I picked this one up then. Eating for two." Steve says and they all laugh. A lump forms in Allison's throat. She then starts to saw away at her tight bindings with her switchblade.
"Let's take a look." Bill says and approaches Allison.
"Aw! She's adorable! I could just eat her right up!" Cheryl squeals and Bill smiles at his wife. He starts to look over Allison's body, touching various body parts occasionally.
"What the hell, man? Leave me alone." Allison says, prompting Steve to gag her.
"Hush now." Steve says.
"She's a bit too slender for my taste, but she does have some great meat in her thighs and hindquarters. What do you think, honey?" Bill asks and pats Allison tenderly.
"We'll take her!" Cheryl says excitedly.
"Excuse me?" Allison says, muffled by the gag.
"Alright. Just give me a half an hour to clean her and you'll be ready to go. I'd say she'll yield enough meat to last for a few feedings." Steve says as he sizes Allison up with a quick glance.
"Thanks, Steve." Bill says with a handshake and they head upstairs. "I'll send you a check next week."
"Sounds good, Bill. Stay safe now." Steve says and smiles as his friends leave. Allison's heartbeat pounds in her ears as the dark man nears her. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's get you ready for cookin—" Steve is suddenly cut off by a knife through his throat, wielded by Crowley.
"Hello, love." Crowley says, already cleaning the blood off of his knife as Steve's limp body falls to the ground.
"Get me out of this gag." Allison grumbles.
"Aw, but I think you look cute." Crowley grins. A crash is heard above them and Crowley scoffs. "Have your brothers ever learned of a thing called grace?"
"Help me. Please." Allison says begrudgingly.
"It would be my pleasure to save the damsel in distress." Crowley says.
"Just forget it if you're going to be an ass." Allison says. Crowley unties her and removes the gag as Dean bumbles down the stairs.
"You good?" He asks.
"Yeah." Allison sighs, rubbing her sore wrists. Crowley clears his throat, expecting a thank you from her.
"Do you need a lozenge, Crowley?" Allison asks sarcastically as she moves up the stairs.
"I just saved your literal ass from being sold to Mr. and Mrs. Ghoul and I don't even get a simple 'thanks'?" Crowley scoffs.
"You probably owed me." Allison says. "But thank you, Crowley."
"That's better." Crowley says.
"I'm glad we found you in time." Dean says and hugs Allison.
"Me too." Sam hugs her tight and Dean leads the way out to the car. Sam pulls Allison aside and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Sam says.
"What?" Allison scoffs.
"I'm sorry. I should've gone out there with you and—" Sam says.
"Sam, I'm fine. It's over. That sick freak is dead now." Allison smiles, relieved. Sam puts his arm around Allison and squeezes her lovingly as they make their way back to the Impala.