A/N mild sexual content in this chapter

It took some time until Allegra fully recovered from her encounter with the angels. Dean kept her up in her bedroom, bringing food and watching her almost 24/7, much to her annoyance. After two days of this, Allegra threw such a fit that Dean (to avoid getting hit with another 1000-page book) took her outside for an hour. She enjoyed the sunlight and fresh air so much that even Dean had to admit going down wasn't such a bad idea after all. But he still wouldn't let her go further than the porch. So every day since then, they would sit there together (much to Sam and Bobby's delight, who kept comparing them to the old, married couple from Up) for an hour or two.

It was Thursday afternoon by the time Dean could finally talk about what was bugging him since their little chat with Balthazar a week ago. Sam and Bobby were out doing groceries, so he and Allegra had some genuine alone time. He figured she'd be more open if they weren't around, so it was now or never. 
Dean watched Allegra from his seat on the porch lounge chair. She leaned against the railing, looking out over the salvage yard like it was a field of flowers in the sun instead of a car junkyard. Her hair had that playful contrast between red and gold again. Allegra turned her head a little and caught Dean looking at her.

"What?" she asked curiously.

He smiled at her.

"Just enjoying the sight of my beautiful baby in the sunlight."

"What are you talking about? Baby's in the shade, where you always keep her."

Dean rolled his eyes, and Allegra laughed, pushing herself off the railing.

"You can't call both of us 'baby,' Dean. She's the original, and I wouldn't dream of coming between you two."

"Oh, she's gonna like hearing that." Dean chuckled as he pulled Allegra onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "Okay, let's see... I'm guessing Alley-cat is still off the table?"

Allegra's fist against his chest confirmed that.

"Ow, easy, Rocky." Dean pretended at being hurt but then quickly kissed her cheek to make up for the pun.

"Whilst we're on that... Don't call me 'sweetheart' either, okay?"

Dean wanted to ask why but then he remembered. That was what Gabriel used to call her. It made sense she wouldn't want that. He nodded, and Allegra relaxed. She lay perfectly in his embrace, with her head on his shoulder. It killed Dean that he had to break up this picture-perfect moment between them, but he'd given Allegra enough time. He had to know.

"Alley? Can I ask you something?"

She raised her head, furrowing her brow curiously. Dean took out the vial from his pocket. He felt Allegra tense up when she saw it and quickly put it away again.

"Alley, whatever that is scared the hell out of Balthazar, and I need you to tell me why. If it's something dangerous, then..."

"It's not, Dean. Not really."

She released herself from his embrace and walked back to the porch railing, holding herself by her arms. Dean rose from the lounge chair and went to stand behind her. He took her by her hips and pulled Allegra towards him so that their bodies touched. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

"You jump, I jump," Dean whispered into her ear.

"You'll hate me," she said softly.

"Try me."

Allegra turned around to face him. She placed her hands on Dean's chest and seemed to follow his breathing and heartbeat.

"You remember what I told you about the prophecy? The whole baby thing?"

Dean nodded. It was pretty hard to forget about that.

"Before you went after him, I asked Crowley for something that can prevent that, just in case that part turned out to be true. It's dark magic in its purest form. I take it, and they can kiss their Seraph goodbye."

"What, like... demonic birth control?" Dean thought that was probably the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"More like demonic sterilization. This is permanent, Dean. I wouldn't be able to have any children. Ever."

He froze, staring at her incredulously.

"Tell me you're joking. Allegra, please tell me you're not seriously thinking of taking that."

"That'll be up to them."

He let go. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you completely out of your mind?!"

Allegra reached for him and put her hands around his neck before he could step away from her.

"Dean, I don't want to do this. Believe me; I don't. But consider the alternative. Prophecies tend to come true; you know that. Lucifer and Michael won't be in that Cage forever. They'll get out, and they'll come after me, force me to make my choice. What kind of life do you think I'll have then? And who's to say I'll even survive any of it? I refuse to let them be in control of any family I might have. This gives me another option. Nothing can reverse this. I'll be useless to them. I'm sorry if that's not what you expected to hear, but if I can't have the family I want, then I don't want any at all."

Dean was speechless. Did he understand her reasons? Yes. Did he think Allegra deserved the family she wanted and not one that was forced on her? Hell yeah! But that she would actually go this far... He had to do something. But he couldn't just take the vial from her and flush it down the toilet or something. It was her body and her choice, after all. She had every right to decide for herself what she wanted to do. Yet now that they were together... wasn't this his choice as well? 

"I'll hold on to it for you," he said.

Allegra looked up in confusion.

"What? Why?"

"Because I want you to keep your promise first. We promised each other we would find a way to be all-in, and that includes this. I know this is probably way too early in our relationship to discuss, and I'm not saying I want brats running around, but... well, I ain't saying I don't want any either. You're already all the family I need, and I'm hoping I'm enough for you too. But I don't want you to take this until we're absolutely sure of what's ahead of us. So, I'm asking you to just... wait. And give us a chance. Please?" 

Allegra stood completely speechless at his words. Her lips quivered. She shut her eyes. For a moment, Dean thought she was going to lash out and try to take the vial away. He was waiting for it to happen. Suddenly, Allegra pulled him in by his neck and kissed him. 
Dean was taken by surprise at the sudden eagerness, but once he recovered from the shock, he kissed his girlfriend back with the same urgency. He pushed Allegra's body against the porch, keeping her in place by pressing his hips against hers. His arms wrapped around her again, his hands resting on the small of her back. They were both out of breath when their lips finally parted.

"You're a goddamn fool, Winchester."

"Takes one to know one, Galen."

He let his hands go down Allegra's legs. She reacted to his touch and jumped up. Dean sat Allegra down on the porch railing, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist. She parted her lips so Dean could slip his tongue through as soon as they clashed together again. A soft moan of pleasure came from the back of Allegra's throat, and she held on to Dean as if her life depended on it. Eventually, they had to catch their breaths again and broke off their passionate kiss. Dean looked at Allegra and saw the lust in her eyes. She wanted him. And God, did he want her.

"Bedroom," he said, panting heavily.

"Dean, no... We can't." Allegra dug her nails into his chest.

Dean stepped back towards the door and held out his hand to her.

"Do you trust me?" 

***

Allegra sat on the edge of her bed in nothing more than her PJ shorts and a simple but low-cut red top. Dean asked her to change into something more... well, no, actually, he asked her to change into something less. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had, and a thousand things were going through her mind. Her main concern, of course, was not to let it get to the point that Dean would be in danger. But aside from that, Allegra was ready to do whatever he wanted. Because she wanted it too. So damn much.

"I know I'm not the most experienced person in this but euhm... shouldn't you lose some of those?" She made a little gesture over his body as he still had most of his clothes on, much to her disappointment.

"Not today." Dean grinned mischievously. "Lie back for me."

Allegra did as she was told, and Dean lay down with her. The bed was just big enough to fit both of them. His eyes never left hers. Allegra noticed that slight hint of gold in the middle of the green again and wondered if this was similar to what Dean saw when he looked into her own eyes.
Dean leaned in. The kiss was a lot gentler than the ones they had downstairs. But even like this, Allegra still felt its effect in her very core. It felt amazing. Dean traced his lips across her skin, kissing her jawline, her throat, her collarbone... He then moved swiftly, pushing Allegra's legs open, and knelt between them. She gasped when Dean suddenly pulled her closer to him by her hips. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against her shorts as he lowered himself onto her. That brief moment of friction made Allegra shiver, and she dared to push her hips up, craving for more.

When Dean's lips touched the top of her breasts, Allegra completely melted away. His hands crept up from her hips to her breasts and then to her shoulders. Despite his hands being slightly calloused from fighting and handling weapons, Allegra still found them surprisingly soft. 
Dean lowered one side of her loose top over her shoulder and then down her arm until her breast was left uncovered. She bit her lip when Dean's mouth closed around her nipple. He sucked and licked her breast. When he bit the tender flesh, she threw her head back against her pillow. His bite wasn't too hard, but still hard enough for Allegra to surrender herself to him. A moan escaped her lips, and her fingers went through Dean's hair.

Whilst he continued to suck (and sometimes bite) Allegra's breast, he completely lowered her top to her hips. His hand roamed over every inch of her upper body, eventually resting on her other breast. As he carefully rubbed his thumb against her nipple, hardening it with every stroke, Allegra's breath hitched. Unable to take any more of it, she pulled Dean's head back by his hair, sat up a bit, and kissed his mouth hard. He greedily welcomed and attacked her lips, pushing himself up against her again. God, she needed him.

"Your shirt," growled Allegra in between kisses. "Take it off. Please, Dean... I need to feel you."

He sat back on his knees and quickly took his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Allegra couldn't help but stare. Dean looked like one of those Roman or Greek statues from the Renaissance. Like... Michelangelo's David. 
She reached out and traced his abs with her fingers. Flawless. The junk food Dean ate clearly did not affect his body whatsoever (some people were just lucky that way). Of course, staying fit and being a Hunter probably helped too. Allegra's hand moved up and rested on his anti-possession tattoo. She felt Dean's heartbeat picking up at her touch. It was going just as fast as hers, maybe even faster.

They stared at each other for a moment. Just a single moment. Then Dean closed the distance between them and pushed Allegra back down onto the bed. They kissed passionately. Dean's chest was pressed against Allegra's breasts, and whenever they moved, her nipples seemed to harden even more. They were so sensitive now that it almost hurt.
Allegra gripped Dean's hips with her thighs and pushed. They rolled over, and Allegra was now on top, straddling Dean. She sat up on his lap and brushed her hair out of her face with one swoop of her hand. Dean came up to meet her and began to suck the side of Allegra's neck. They were locked in a fierce embrace, and Dean's hand moved back up to Allegra's breast, where he caressed the bitemarks and hickeys he gave her. Allegra gave a little whimper as he touched her tenderness.

"Dean... Dean, I love you."

He pulled back. They gazed into each other's eyes. Green into brown. Gold into gold.

"I know," he spoke softly.

Allegra shook her head with a sigh and a smile.

"I knew you were gonna go Han Solo on me."

Dean grinned widely and pulled her onto him as he fell back onto the bed. Allegra rested her head on his chest. Their legs were tangled together. She caressed Dean's chest as she planted tiny kisses on his skin and felt his heart slowing down. Her own tried to match his pace, but it was still racing wild. 
Allegra still couldn't believe this was real. Being with Dean after all those years of silently loving him, of yearning for him... This was everything and nothing. It was more than Allegra had ever dared to hope she could have, but it also wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Not for her. And not for Dean.

***

Sam and Bobby returned about an hour before dinner time. They passed by the Sheriff's station to check if Jody had intel on some new potential cases, but apart from some kid claiming he was Jesus, there wasn't anything supernatural going on. This gave them all some time to focus on what the dragons had been after, namely sacrificing virgins to resurrect something called the Mother of All.

Now that Allegra was better (the afternoon activity certainly proved that), she and Bobby hit the books and internet right after they ate. Sam wanted to meet another Hunter who believed he had a lead on this, so Dean drove his brother to the bar they agreed to meet at and told Sam he would pick him up later. It was the perfect excuse for his own little errand.
Dean knew a local antique and jewelry store open until 10 pm and drove straight there. He'd seen something in the window the last time he was in town and hoped it would still be there. When Dean pulled Baby over, he immediately saw what he was looking for. He entered the store and bought the item, making the owner's day. Now he just had to find the perfect moment to give it to Allegra.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean froze when he saw the person he least expected waiting for him next to the Impala. He pinched his lips and walked around without saying a word. He got into the car, putting the keys into the ignition, but just as he turned on the engine, Castiel appeared in the driver's seat.

"You're upset," said the angel.

"Upset?" Dean glared at him. "No, I'm not upset, Cas. I'm pissed off!"

"I understand. Will you let me explain?"

"How can you possibly explain what you did, Cas?! You're supposed to be one of the good guys! Allegra's practically your family!"

"She needed to understand we couldn't condone her actions any longer. But I'll admit we may have overreacted."

Dean had to keep himself from punching the angel bloody.

"Overreacted?! That wasn't overreacting, Cas!" His knuckles turned white from the intense grip on the steering wheel. "You seriously don't get it, do you? You're making things worse. She's willing to do something she can never undo because of what you jerks did to her. The lies, the manipulations, forcing her to use the plagues... I stopped her from killing you after Montana, but had I known what you were gonna do, I would've happily watched that snake bite a chunk out of you."

"Dean, you must understand. We cannot risk Allegra making the wrong choice."

"She's already made her choice."

Castiel glanced at him.

"I sense your feelings for her are strong. And they seem sincere. But it will not be enough. The sooner you realize that, the better."

"All right, let me dumb it down for you. We're together, whether you like it or not. And I'm not leaving her just because you're telling me to. I'm with her to the end."

"That's what worries me."

Dean realized then that Castiel wasn't just an almighty angel of the Lord. He was also a worried guardian who didn't want to see his friend hurt. He sighed.

"There haven't been many women like Alley in my life, Cas. I need her. She makes me feel... I don't know, man, it's hard to explain."

"You're really willing to give it all up for her?" asked Castiel. "You're willing to risk your life even?"

"In a heartbeat," answered Dean without hesitation.

"But you'll never be able to be physical with her. You must realize this... relationship is already doomed. And Michael and Lucifer..."

"I'm not letting Allegra go without a fight, Cas. They want her, they'll have to go through me. We'll twist that prophecy around, I don't care how. These things always have a loophole. We just need to find it."

Castiel stared intently at him, seemingly pondering Dean's words.

"I wish you luck then. Because if Lucifer gets as close as he did a few months ago, she will be lost to us."

"What do y- Cas, no! Dammit!"

But Castiel was already gone. Dean's fist hit the steering wheel. The euphoria Dean had felt since that afternoon was gone, thanks to that trenchcoat-wearing bastard.

A/N okay, so I know it looks like I'm making Castiel the bad guy, but he's not, I promise. Just keep in mind that the story is currently taking place in season 6 when Cas had the whole existential crisis and war in Heaven going on, so yeah, he is a little out of character right now.

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