Supernatural Little Sister

Meet the Winchesters Part 2

"Sam—" Allison says as she breaks away from Gabriel. Sam closes the door and walks into the kitchen. He puts his head in his hands and sighs heavily.
"Holy shit..." Sam exhales, running his fingers through his hair.
"Do I—what do I do? Oh, Jesus." Allison sits down on her bed and puts her head in her hands.
"I'm cool to keep kissing." Gabriel sits down next to her and she glares at him.
"Seriously, Gabe! I don't know what to do." Allison whisper yells.
"At least it wasn't Dean-o." Gabriel shrugs.
"Yeah, but he's gonna find out sooner or later!" Allison says.
"That we kissed?" Gabriel asks. "Or about the shiner that Bozo the Clown gave you?" Gabriel says, pointing to the bruise.
"Oh, my God. Spencer." Allison says, tenderly touching the bruise.
"Hey, it's okay." Gabriel takes her hand and goes in for another kiss. Allison kisses him but then pulls away.
"Gabe, I can't. I don't know what I'm feeling but this isn't good." Allison says, standing up.
"I think it's pretty good." Gabriel says with a smile.
"Stop saying stuff like that! I don't even know if I like you in that way and if I do we could never date because Dean would kill me and what if I wanna get married and have kids? Then what? We can't have kids because they will obviously be a nephilim and that's no good, at least for me. And where would we raise them? The bunker? This is no place raise a child!" Allison rambles. Gabriel smiles at her and she blushes. "You know...I'm saying a lot of things..." Allison trails off.
"It's cute." Gabriel says, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.
"I said stop it." Allison says with a small smile but then her smile fades. "I have to talk to them. Alone." Allison bites her lip nervously as she steps away from Gabriel. She leans in and gives him a hesitant kiss on the cheek. Gabriel smiles and gently caresses her face. He then vanishes and Allison hesitantly exits her bedroom. She looks around and sees that Dean is still passed out on the couch. Allison walks into the kitchen and sees Sam at the table drinking whiskey.
"Hey." Allison says, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey." Sam says.
"Can I get some?" Allison says, sitting across from him. Sam pours her a glass and slides it over to her. They drink in silence for a few moments. "Things are over with me and Spencer." Allison says. Sam looks at her to ask why but he finally sees the bruise.
"He hit you?" Sam asks, both shocked and furious.
"Yeah." Allison says, letting a few tears fall. Sam softens, grabs her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm so sorry he did that, Ally." Sam says and Allison nods. They sit in silence for a bit because neither of them want to bring up Gabriel.
"I was really sad, Sam. I thought Spencer was a good guy...and then Gabe was just there, you know? I don't think it meant anything so just don't tell—"
"Ally, I've known for awhile." Sam says.
"What?" Allison asks.
"You don't have to cover it up. I know that you and Gabriel have a...special connection." Sam says, taking a sip. Allison chuckles at Sam's awkwardness.
"Sam, I don't know how I feel." Allison sighs.
"And that's okay." Sam says. "You've been through a lot."
"Are you mad?" Allison asks.
"About this? No." Sam shakes his head. "About that? Definitely." Sam says, pointing to her bruise. "Let's focus on beating the crap out of this Spencer kid; we'll worry about Gabriel later. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Allison smiles and clinks glasses with Sam. Allison yawns and Sam looks at the clock. It reads 2am.
"Let's get you to bed." Sam says, finishing his drink.
"Okay." Allison sleepily smiles at her sweet brother. They both walk to Allison's room and Allison sits on the edge of her bed. "Sam, you don't have to tuck me in." Allison laughs.
"I guess you're right." Sam laughs, even though he really didn't mind. Sam starts towards the door to leave, wondering what to say.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam turns around to face her, his hand on the doorframe.
"This is stupid, but do you think he'll come back?" Allison sadly laughs, trying to cover up her fear. Sam sits down beside her on the bed.
"Spencer?" Sam asks.
"Yeah." Allison says, her voice breaking.
"Allison, he is never going to touch you ever again." Sam says as he puts his arm around her. "I won't let that happen and we all know Dean won't either."
"Christ, Sammy...How am I gonna tell Dean?" Allison looks at him with tears in her eyes. Sam sighs as he considers their options and gives her a soft smile.
"We'll tell him tomorrow. For now, get some rest, Al." Sam says, rubbing her back. Allison gets under her covers and lays her head down. Sam gets up and sits in a chair across from her bed.
"What are you doing?" Allison asks.
"I'm gonna stay with you, if that's alright." Sam says with a warm smile.
"Thanks, Sam." Allison smiles as she wipes away her tears and settles into bed, drifting off to sleep.

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Allison awakens and groans as the pain from last night sets in. She sits up and sees that Sam nodded off. Allison smiles and gets out of bed.
"Ally?" Sam asks groggily as Allison walks towards the door.
"I'm okay." Allison says and Sam rubs his eyes, sitting up.
"Sorry I knocked out, it's just—"
"Sam, it's fine. Thank you." Allison hugs him and Sam smiles.
"You ready?" Sam sighs and Allison shrugs.
"I don't think I'll have to say much." Allison sadly chuckles and points to the very obvious bruise. "But I gotta pee first."Allison goes to the bathroom and Sam heads towards the kitchen. Dean is leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee slowly.
"Rough night?" Sam asks with a smile.
"Awesome night. Rough morning." Dean says, shaking his head.
"Ah." Sam says and fills a glass with orange juice. "Ally and I had a bit of a rough night." Sam starts and Dean rubs his face sleepily.
"How come?" Dean asks.
"Dean, I really need you—Ally needs you—to stay calm, at least for now." Sam says and Dean starts to pay more attention.
"Sam? What's going on?" Dean crosses his arms over his chest and stares at his little brother. Allison enters the kitchen hesitantly, looking to Sam like a lost puppy. Dean follows Sam's gaze and sees Allison standing in the doorway. Dean's brow furrows and his jaw clenches as he spots the purple bruise on his sister's face.
"What happened?" Dean says, angry, but trying to stay calm.
"Spencer hit me." Allison says and Dean scowls.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Dean punches the wall and looks to Sam. "How can anyone do that to a woman and still call themselves a man? Picking on an innocent girl? It's sick, Sam!" Dean vents, almost like Allison isn't there.
"Dean, I know, but—"
"A woman should be treated like a damn princess and nothing less! Especially my little sister, for God's sake. The nerve of that piece of shit!" Dean yells.
"Dean..." Sam says and looks to a teary-eyed Allison.
"Shit, Ally." He says and approaches her. Dean cups her soft face in his hands and sighs. "I'm sorry he did this to you, sweetheart." Dean hugs Allison tight and rocks her back and forth as she starts to sob. "I'll find him...and beat the shit out of him." Wings flutter and the Winchesters look behind them.
"I got him." Gabriel says.
"What?" Allison asks.
"He was at a Motel 6 down the road. I took him for a little...joyride and left him at a heavy metal biker bar in a pink tutu and pigtails." Gabriel chuckles.
"I'll be sure to follow up with him soon." Dean says and Allison shakes her head.
"No. Don't worry about him or me or...let's just forget this ever happened." Allison says and Gabriel approaches her. He caresses her face and heals her bruise. Gabriel's hand lingers on Allison's soft cheek for a little too long. Dean clears his throat and Allison blushes.
"I'll never forget, Allison. I'll leave the dipshit alone, but I'll never forget what happened." Gabriel says and vanishes.
"What the hell was that?" Dean scoffs. Sam and Allison exchange awkward glances. "What, are you and Gabriel now—" Dean's phone rings. He glances at it and then picks it up. "Hey, Cas. Yeah. Everything is fine. Yes, I'm fine. Mhmm. Yeah. You too." Dean hangs up and a small smile remains on his face when he turns back to his siblings.
"How's your boy-toy?" Allison asks.
"He's goo—my what?!" Dean asks as Allison exits the room.
"You heard me!" Allison calls to Dean as she shuts her door behind her.
"What is she talking about?" Dean asks Sam, blushing.
"I think we should just drop it." Sam says with an awkward smile, leaving the kitchen.
"Fine!...fine." Dean continues to sip his coffee and tries to get the image of his little sister and Gabriel out of his head. He sighs and rubs his temple, hoping his headache will soon fade.