"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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Nearly immediately after leaving Stanford they headed out to Blackwater Ridge together in search of John. The trio moved through the forest with a group of victims who had lost their family members within the dense wilderness. Allie stayed with Sam while Dean hung back and flirted with the woman who had lost her brother to the forest. If there was one skill that Dean didn't quite have, it was patience. Reading a room. The forest was quiet aside from birds chirping in serene trees- but this was no nature walk, no peaceful jog among the pretty deer and pocketed flowers. This was akin to the Appalachian Trail.
Allie kept a hushed tone while she spoke with Sam. "She's not gonna' hit it," She joked with a small smile. "Trust me. He's striking out," and she wanted to be close with Sam. She wanted to be his friend. It hadn't been long since Jessica had passed and Alice understood grief like the back of her goddamn hand. Unfortunately, her short life hadn't been kind in terms of her trauma. God never helped her. The beaded rosary that hung from her neck was particularly routed there as a device to be used, not for religious intentions of her own belief. God had forgotten about her a long time ago. "I don't think he knows what subtle is."
Sam released a wry chuckle at Allie's bluntness, a smile managed to weave its way across his features. "I know," he replied quietly, nodding in agreement as they continued to follow the trail left behind by their congregation. Dean had always been quite... forward with women, never really understanding the art of subtlety or boundaries sometimes. When they were teens it did cause some problems. Mainly due to Dean's inability to keep his mouth shut, but that had always been a part of his older brother's personality. Even before he turned into a teenager. The aforementioned Winchester could be brazen, particularly when everyone was around. Something about being a living, breathing thing in the world changed him. When they were alone it was different, at least a lot of the time. Sure Dean had always been... well... a bit of a jerk, but he did offer some semblance of a parental figure.
"Thanks for being here," he murmured, glancing over at her briefly before returning his focus back to the ground ahead of them. It was difficult to focus. He was both intensely determined about the hunt considering his father had been there and yet also disappointed that their family was not yet reunited. Although he wanted to help these people, a dense feeling sat in him over the idea that they were simply prolonging the whole ordeal. After all, they were tramping the middle of a monster hunting ground in search for daddy dearest that seemed long gone.
Allie didn't know whether to joke or open up with Sam. He was angry. It was clear in his words and actions. Plus, she could tell Dean was a bit worried about him. Even if he was being... cordial, he was still in a distress, of sorts.
She elected to not be like Dean and instead became open and empathetic. "You know... I found Bobby after my mother died. I didn't have any family. No siblings and raised by a single parent. I hoped finding my father would help." She trailed off, making an internal decision to omit her relationship with Ryan. Her vulnerability only went so far and although she'd known Sam for a few months... no. She wasn't ready. Not that she would ever be. Dean saw her as a girl that simply... found her way into a dark hobby. No need for an origin story like fucking Supergirl or something.
