Last Breath

As Allison laid in Dean’s bed, she thought back to everything that had happened between the pair of them. As stubborn, hard headed, and in charge the both of them felt they were—there was no way she would image living this life with out Dean. Except, now, she felt a little less in control. Dean was overbearing at times; strict if you will. And she fought him on it, tooth and nail. But she had to allow Dean to have the reigns, that was the agreement after all.

Allison, however, had different ideas. She had built a following with in Dean’s compound, people who had trusted her to be an adviser of sorts. Allison was able to gain some of her control back in order to suit her needs, all with out Dean knowing. Yet, the girl still feared the day that he did. She was afraid she would no longer share the bed with the man that she had, unbeknownst to him, fallen for.

Allison slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake Dean and began to get dressed. She was having a small meeting that morning, and if she intended on making it, she would need to be out of Dean’s cabin before he woke. But as she laced her boots she heard him call her name. Letting out a defeated huff, she turned to him.

“Morning, grumpy.” She smiled.

There was no sense of normalcy left for Dean. Not when the undead roamed the Earth, in search of their next feast. He had fought and seen more monsters than he cared to admit, more than he could likely count, but this was on an entirely new playing field. He had lost his brother to Lucifer and God, truly only God knew where his sister was. He had long since settled with the fact that she must be dead. While his father before him and he had done their very best to train her, you didn't last in this world. Not when you were on your own. A small part of him wandered if maybe she had found another group and she was doing what Winchesters did best, she was surviving, but he doubted it.

There was no more room for hope in this world. He wasn't going to waste his energy on it.

Groaning as he rolled over in bed, only to freeze when he didn't feel the warmth of a body next to him. Dean's eyes shot open, narrowing as he searched for Allison. He only began to relax when he caught sight of her pulling her boots on.

"I'm not grumpy," Dean muttered under his breath. He motioned toward her, "Come here. Give me some sugar."

Allison couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when Dean spoke out to her. There weren’t a lot of things that made her feel warm and safe anymore, especially in the hellacious world that they now lived in. She toed off her boots, deciding that the meeting was a lost cause. Everyone that Allison was in contact with knew that what was spoken between the group was to be kept away from Dean Winchester.

“Who are you kidding, Winchester?” She laughed as she began to walk back over to him. “You are almost permanently grumpy.”

Allison padded back over to the bed, sliding in next to Dean. She leaned in a pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “I was going to let you sleep in silly.” She laid her head in the crook of his neck. “I know you haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

Allison reached up and laid a hand on his bare chest, her fingertips tracing his anti-possession tattoo. “What do you have going on today? Anything that I can help with?” Allison knew that it was a long shot, but then again, on days when Dean was in a good mood he would let her help. She could only hope that today would be one of those days.

Dean huffed under his breath, rolling his eyes as he looked up to Allison. His eyes were still half lidded as he willed the sleep away. It was proving more difficult than he was used to but he hoped it wouldn't be too terribly difficult. The day should prove to be a calm one, if things went the way he had planned for them to.

His arms slipped around Allison's waist, a grin threatening to spill over onto his features. "I've just not been having the best dreams," he explained quietly. There was no reason to expand on what his dreams consisted of so he didn't bother. Allison didn't need to know of the demons that haunted him in his sleep.

"You help," Dean whispered, pressing a kiss just below her ear. "So with that in mind, you can't leave. I need you, silly," he teased, giving her waist a tiny squeeze.

"We need to plan a run for supplies but," he paused, shrugging his shoulders. "I think I'll leave that to Bobby. He'll run the plans by me once everything is figured out. That way you and I can just lay in bed all damn day and enjoy ourselves for once. Hm?"

Allison bit her lip, her head titling and looking at the man laying next to her. What had gotten into him? This was not the way she had planned her day to go. But, relenting, she settled back into his arms. It wasn’t often that Dean was so soft and so caring with her, and to be quite honest, she didn’t want the moment to pass. Allison cuddled herself further into Dean’s side, taking in his scent. She pressed a small kiss to his collar bone and looked back up at him.

“I guess having a lazy day wouldn’t be too terribly bad, yeah?” She agreed, closing her eyes as she rested her head back against his chest.

It was time like this when Allison wanted to utter those three small words, but she wasn’t sure how receptive Dean would be to that sort of confession. Dean had insisted on being so closed off, so wrapped up in his own emotions he refused to let any others in. So instead, she rested a hand on his abdomen, relishing the feeling of his muscles underneath his smooth, taught skin.

“I like this,” she whispered. “I think you made the right call on how our day should go. When was the last time we did this, anyways?”

Dean had more or less forgotten what it meant to love someone. What he did could have hardly been described as surviving but at least he had a girl by his side that he thought he could love one day. In a different world, perhaps. One where ghouls and rugarus and demons didn't exist. But they did here and so he couldn't worry about what it meant if he had someone he truly cared for.

Allison, she was beautiful and she was wonderful and she stood up to him when she needed to. But ultimately? She shut up and listened when he needed her to.

Dean sighed, running his fingers through her hair as he turned onto his side. He tugged her closer, taking in the sight of her lying beside him. He nodded, not saying a thing as she spoke. "We should go get breakfast before it's too late," he murmured, leaning to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Shower first?"

Allison sighed into his touch, moving her head in order to fully kiss him on his lips. She exhaled when he mentioned getting a shower; she had already gotten dressed… Yet, Allison was willing to do almost anything to keep Dean happy and off of her back. So, she obliged, pulling away from him and getting out of the bed.

Allison stretched her arms over her head, letting out a groan of satisfaction as her limbs stretched. She smiled at Dean as he began to roll out of the bed. “I mean I am starving, but then again, I am always hungry.”

Allison made her way to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off as she went. She started the shower for the both of them and got a few towels out before she stepped into the running water. “Dean, you better hurry up before I decide to use all the hot water again.”

"What're you hungry for?" Dean's voice dipped as he stepped up behind Allison, his arms slipping around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, a smirk forming on his lips as he began to pepper kisses along her shoulder and neck. Teeth nipped at the delicate skin and he couldn't help but shiver as he pressed himself closer to her, his fingers dipping below the waistline of her jeans.

"Maybe I can give you a little appetizer?" Dean's tongue flicked out, teasing over the warm flesh. "Work up more of an appetite."

If there was one thing that had never changed throughout the years for Dean Winchester, it was that he still was just as hungry for activities beneath the sheets. Pushing her pants past her hips, Dean let out an appreciative groan. "Just gotta be quick so people don't come looking."

Allison turned around in Dean’s arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. She pressed small, warm kisses along his stubbled jaw, her hands grasping the short hair of the back of his head. Allison could never, ever turn Dean down for any type of bedroom activity. “Gotta be quick tho, because I really am hungry.”

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After the little rendezvous and their shower, Allison was pulling on clothes, jokingly shouting at Dean for “checking her out.”

As she slipped her shirt over her head, she grinned at Dean and walked over to him, her arms immediately wrapping around his torso once more. Allison kissed his lower lip, gently grabbing it with her teeth. She smiled at him and joked, “Aren’t you ever going to get sick of me, Winchester? Cuz I feel like you are.”

Dean let out a low groan as Allison kissed him, his fingertips digging into her hips as he pulled her even closer. Shuddering, his arms slipped around her waist, with every intention of flipping her over and continuing their little activity from their shower. He let out a sigh, his arms loosening their hold as he looked up to her.

"Can never tire of an ass like this," Dean teased, his hands slipping to her ass. He gave a rough squeeze, pushing her back at the same time so he could stand up from the bed.

"Let's go grab a bite to eat before the day gets too far gone. I'm sure someone is going to demand my attention," Dean muttered with a roll of his eyes as he slipped his shoulders on. Reaching over, his fingers threaded through hers as he pulled her toward the door of the cabin. "Go on. Lead the way."

Allison squeaked out a small giggle when Dean’s hands grasped her behind. She quickly pecked him again on the lips before he had her out of his way. When his hand encased hers, she couldn’t help the lump of joy that caught in her throat. It wasn’t often that Dean was so public with his affection, or their relationship, but when he was she wasn’t complaining.

Allison gave his hand a small squeeze as she led them through the cabins and to the dining facility. She let her mind wander to what they were serving for breakfast that particular morning. It was hit or miss sometimes, and she was hoping that today wouldn’t be a miss.

As soon as the walked into the dining facility, she felt Dean’s hand slipping from her grasp. She turned and gave him a small smile to show him that she wasn’t bothered by the action. “I am starving!”

There was an image that Dean had to keep up, whether he liked it or not. That was all just part of being the leader of a community that was trying to survive in such a cruel world. If someone decided that they needed to get one over on Dean, a sure way to get at him was to go for Allison. He would never admit just how much he cared about her, to her, let alone others, but he was sure some of them had to know.

Giving Allison a small grin as they entered the dining facility, Dean wasted no time in heading over to the line for food. It moved along quickly and soon enough, the two of them were sitting in a table not too far from the entrance.

"There's a bit of work I want to do on one of our vehicles today to prep for a run tomorrow but," Dean paused to take a bite of food. "But other than that, I should be free for the rest of the day."

Allison licked at her bottom lip as she pushed the food around on her plate. Shit. In the back of her mind she was halfway hoping that he had some errand to run so she could meet with her group. They were currently in the process of figuring out how to get more fire power and if Dean caught her… Well she knew that there would be hell to pay. She knew he hated it when she went over his head. But Allison was bound and determined to be a useful part of the compound, she would be dammed if she was stuck back in the shadows as Dean’s girl.

Allison popped a forkful of food into her mouth, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the change in the air between the two of them. “Restful day for ya, then? Sure you’re not used to it.” She teased, raising an eyebrow at her.

Dean scoffed, grabbing a forkful of his food. He shoved it into his mouth without a word, letting out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders. "No but I decided that I needed the day off. It's been a long time since I had any time to relax and it's beginning to affect more things than I care to admit." Dean was happy to leave it at that though he knew all too well his words were likely to make Allison wonder exactly what he meant.

Finishing off his food in no time at all, Dean rose to his feet with a grin that appeared on his lips. "Do you want to come along and help? Get the vehicle done in... well, I can't say half the time but..." Dean trailed off, unable to hide the smirk that twisted onto his lips. "I'm sure you'll speed it up somehow."

Allison couldn’t help but smile back at Dean. As they exited the cafeteria, she had to resist the urge to grab Dean’s hand or wrap her arm around his waist. She wanted nothing more than to be close to him, but that would have to wait until they were in the privacy of their cabin. She let out a small huff, hoping Dean didn’t hear, as she followed him to one of the garages.

“I never know why you want me around for this shit,” Allison said as she watched him lift open the door, her eyes lingering on his back muscles flexing beneath his shirt. Although Allison and Dean had been an item for the past few years, she would never get over the appreciation she had for Dean's body and his looks. “You know I don’t understand anything about vehicles.”

"Which is why you need to actually pay attention once or twice," Dean answered with a roll of his eyes. He started to mutter under his breath, more than a little bit annoyed that Allison wasn't even remotely willing to learn about vehicles. What if they were out on a run and the vehicle broke down and she needed to fix it? She would be fucking screwed then. Dean grit his teeth at the thought and pushed it away, trying to just focus on the work that he was doing.

"Just fucking go do something. Quit standing around. It's not doing either of us any good," Dean snapped from behind the hood of the vehicle, his arms outstretched and supporting him on either side. He didn't bother to look at her, knowing his words would spark some anger in the woman.

Allison grit her teeth together as her hands clenched at her sides, knuckles turning white. What the hell? Hadn’t they had a good morning? Instead of responding to him, because she would have spat a fuck you followed by a list of detailed reasons why he as an asshole, she turned her back. She tried to make herself useful, gathering up tools she knew that Dean would need.

Allison brought over everything and sat it at his feet. She crossed her arms and watched him work for a moment. “You wanna teach me instead of simply telling me to pay attention. That way I can at least know what to do?”

"It's not that fucking difficult, is it?" Dean snapped from behind the hood, his head snapping to the side to glare at Allison. His hand balled into a fist, resting on top of the engine as he watched her. "Literally all you have to do is watch what I'm doing. If you have a question, you ask. I answer. Simple. Isn't it?"

Dean turned away from her, exhaling slowly. He ground his teeth together, trying to talk himself down from completely snapping on her. It wasn't worth it, he cared for Allison. He shouldn't push her away. Right?

Allison had had enough with Dean’s attitude. There was no reason for him to be treating her the way he was. She bit back the retort that was dancing across the tip of her tongue. Instead, she stayed quiet. She reached out and placed her hand on the small of Dean’s back, her fingertips massaging the muscle’s that laid beneath it.

“Baby,” She breathed quietly. “Quit getting so damn frustrated with me. You know there are things I am good at and other things that I’m not. Plus, you said we were a team so I shouldn’t ever get stranded by myself, right?” She pressed a small kiss to his cheek before delving in and delving into watching what he was doing.