"Allie had found her father after years of searching. He wasn't an easy man to find. Made sense. If one were to look in the grizzled hunter's home they would probably run- and keep running.
Yet she stayed there.
Frankly, where else would she go? Oth...
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Manicured fingernails glided nervously through long locks in anticipation of Dean's arrival back at her father's with Sam in tow. Sam. She had heard much about the younger Winchester, though entirely from Bobby and Dean. Sam himself remained out of sight and out of touch for the better part of eight months, longer for her newfound connections. Samuel felt akin to a fairytale, an homage to sibling ferocity and the unfortunate reality of parentification. Not that Allie would ever speak a word in reference to her own psychoanalyst of the Winchester family.
In truth, there was an air of insecurity within Bobby's walls that day, both from Dean and herself. She worried about Sam's perception of her, if he would like her or rather have stayed in California. Not to mention the reality of the situation; Allie was an outsider, a new voyager on the hunting journey. Sam clearly meant everything to Dean, which meant his opinion would matter.
Deep thought caused her palms to sweat, blood pumping to her heart furiously, stomach coiling in a mix of anxiety and enthusiasm. Nearly one year with Dean had made her... aggressively confident. Now that was slipping away as a newcomer entered the ball pit.
When they finally arrived she was standing in the kitchen. Allie perked up at the sound of the door opening, body showcasing disjointed excitement. The creak of wood on wood felt all too long, drawn out. Dean had noted to her that he was going to Stanford to get Sam. That was two days prior. Two days that droned on and on.
Stanford. She remembered the halls. The alumni that haunted ivy-league walls and glass cases. Cardinal coloured paint reigned supreme both on foyers and athletic uniforms. A uniform that she knew well. The cotton-blended material practically lived under her skin, even now. More than a full year past leaving.
California proved vastly different from Ohio. The bustling, the warmth, the culture. Land of dreams and false idols. Yet, the youth were still suicidal and the her peers barely caught breaks between lectures. The homework, the grinding, the need for money to support blossoming education. All things that she once loved. Being on that field... nothing compared. Hearing the roar of bleacher attendees while a gorgeous smile lined her all-American girl features. The pom-pom's breathed in her hands, the textbook grind ingrained in her psyche.
And yet it so suddenly turned sour.
Allie turned impetuously and dried her hands from washing dishes, her body facing the door frame where Sam was now situated. He was clearly nervous too. It seemed like he didn't know what to do with his gorilla-sized hands, they rubbed at his jeans. "Hi! You must be Sam. I'm Allie!" The blonde stuck her hand out and offered a warm, inviting smile to him. Hilarious. Their initial interaction was certainly different than the one that had occurred with Dean. Though, really any other interaction had been different than that one. "Dean's told me a lot about you." She pursed her lips, blue eyes flickering up and down him. He was... huge. Like. H.U.G.E. See over the aisles at the grocery store huge. "God... you make me look like an ant." A joke. It sounded better in her head. The false confidence that so usually exuded from her thinned, an anxious mess in its wake.
