It was going too far. Sam couldn't turn a blind eye anymore. That Dean would struggle after Bobby's death had been a given (he'd been struggling since Castiel). That he would throw himself into finding Dick Roman and the other Leviathans was also a given. But that he would return to being the grade-A jerk he was before he met Allegra, shutting her out and not listening to reason, was beyond dealing with his grief.

After he left the burning pyre, Sam doubled back, hidden among the shrubbery, to make sure Dean and Allegra wouldn't kill each other. He heard them arguing, and he saw them kiss, which made his heart cringe. But despite this, Sam had still been happy for them. When Dean returned to the cabin later, saying Allegra would be staying with Jody Mills and doing research for them (taking over Bobby's job, in effect), Sam nearly killed his brother for being the stubborn idiot he was. 
Allegra indeed went to stay with Jody, taking her job back at the Sheriff's station, and tried to find anything on Leviathans and the numbers Bobby gave them before he died whilst also monitoring demon activity. She returned to Bobby's burned-out home to see what she could salvage too, but there wasn't much left. Dean kept contact to a minimum and wouldn't let her join them, claiming it was for her own safety. 

Sam hoped he was at least still thinking of her. And he really, really hoped he hadn't done anything stupid last night.
They were investigating a case in Seattle. Guy lost all his limbs. Literally. Sam called Allegra to see if she could find anything on any demons or other creeps that liked to tear their victims apart and cut strange markings into their chests, and she came up with an alarmingly high result during her search, so making sure they were going after the right Krueger took some extra time. He stayed in the motel room whilst Dean went out, ignoring Sam's not-too-subtle hints of calling Allegra and asking her to come. He had only returned about 30 minutes ago, ignoring Sam's harsh look, and went straight to the bathroom. When he finally emerged, showered and wearing fresh clothes, Sam held his phone out, sneering in contempt.

"You wanna call her, or should I?"

"What? Call who?"

"Allegra. You know, your girlfriend." Sam expressly emphasized the last word, making Dean freeze. "Or do you really expect me to believe you weren't out screwing some random chick you met in a bar?"

"Hey, pipe down! What I do is none of your damn business!"

"It is if you're cheating on her!"

Dean glared back at him but didn't offer any reply. Sam scoffed at his silence and pulled his jacket off the chair.

"You told Allegra you were all in, Dean. You told her you were willing to wait until she found a way for you guys to be together. She took the risk of being with you because you begged her to. But the minute things get rough, you lash out and blame everyone and everything but yourself. She doesn't deserve your crap behavior. She's got more than enough on her plate, and you damn well know it."

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam. For a moment, it seemed like he would react by punching his lights out, but then he sighed and nodded.  

"I'll talk to her when we're done here. I promise."

"You better."

***

Allegra rolled her neck to try and get the stiffness away. She'd been sitting at her desk next to Jody's office at the Sheriff's station of Sioux Falls for nearly 4 hours now. All around her lay papers and notebooks and copies she'd taken from books. There was nothing on the demon front (in hiding for Leviathans, no doubt), and the oozers were keeping quiet as well. She found a couple of recent articles on Dick Roman and his companies, but there was nothing that was related to Bobby's numbers. And apart from finding a clue that the case in Seattle seemed to happen every two years all over the country, there wasn't much else she could do to help Sam and Dean either.

Not wanting to just stay on standby and chase empty leads, and not wanting to think too much about Dean, Allegra set herself to work on the prophecy again (before going to Jody's, Allegra managed to sneak in and out of Heaven to get her pack, which she'd kept ready for a quick getaway). But as the hours passed, her hopes dwindled rapidly. Every translation she ran gave her the same basic gist. A mortal angel, born with the power of the plagues of Egypt, will need to choose between the righteous brother and the fallen brother, and from that union, there would be an all-powerful baby that could save or doom them all. If only she knew what that last part said. But it wasn't in any language known to man. It wasn't in any database or book, so she couldn't try to translate it herself. 

Allegra thought about calling Crowley since his guy had been working on it, but she hadn't seen the King of Hell in several months. And she preferred to keep it that way. Despite their deal not to kill each other, Crowley could still betray her if he believed he could get a better outcome for himself. For the moment, Allegra kept his bones where they were, buried and forgotten to the world, under what remained of Bobby's garage. If needed, she could always tell Jody or the Winchesters where to find them, and they could finish the bastard off.
But Allegra had to face it; without Crowley, her only other option was Naomi. She'd seen her stand outside Jody's house one evening, but the angel hadn't done anything. Allegra guessed she was content to see she wasn't with the Winchesters, at least. After what had happened the night that Bobby died, Allegra doubted Naomi would come down to help her with this. And even if she did, she couldn't trust an angel's word on this.  

But Allegra refused to give up. The answer to her future with Dean was in that scroll; she was certain of it. She just had to keep looking. She owed it to herself... and to Dean.

***

Amazons. Not like Wonder Woman or Xena Warrior Princess but murderous monstrous Amazons, who lived in tribes and only got together with men to get Amazon babies, who grew freakishly fast, and who then killed their daddies. Of all the crazy messed up things... And things were about to get a hell of a lot weirder.
For some reason, there were a couple of things between the lore on Amazons and his one-night stand that was just too coincidental for Dean. He hooked up with this woman, Lydia, and she was... Well, it had been a while, so Dean couldn't really compare her to anyone, but it had been wild and amazing. Only, the next time he saw her, she had this little girl with her. And then, later that same day, the same kid was suddenly five years older! Dean shrugged it off at first, not wanting to think about it, but now that he was going over the case with Sam, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"The lore says they reproduced quickly," said Sam as he went over their intel on Amazons. "As in, after mating, they gave birth within 36 hours. The babies grew incredibly fast, then the aging process became normal. Which is one way to make an army, I guess. The mating cycle is every two years. They send out all the women who have reached child-bearing age."

"Which lines up, 'cause this happens every couple of years in different towns, right?" said Dean, his heart tightening in his chest.

"Yeah. And we know for sure that at least some of the vics hooked up with strange women days before being killed Amazon style."

"Hooked up in the same bar I met Lydia, right?"

Sam must have noticed the slight tone of panic in his voice, for he looked up at him. Dean dropped the book he'd been flipping through and walked over to his brother, facing one of his greatest fear.

"Suddenly, she's got a little baby in like fruit-fly time. And that baby turns into a little girl just as fast."

"Wow... So maybe you're..."

"Don't say it."

"Look, if that kid's yours..."

"I said don't say it!"

Dean felt his stomach churn. There was just no way...

"But, Dean..." Sam shook his head lightly. "Dude, seriously, a one-night stand? You're just gonna... roll the dice?"

"Of course not, Sam! What, do you think I'm brain-dead? Accidents happen. If one even did, which I-I-I don't think... No, you know what? We're not gonna talk about this anymore because my skin's starting to crawl!"

"All right, fine. But if it's true, if it happened... What about...? I mean, what are you gonna tell her?"

Dean met his brother's eyes and immediately knew who he was talking about. The ground gave way beneath his feet. He sank down on the bed and dropped his head in his hands. The air around him was stifling. He felt sick. 

"A-Allegra can't find out about this."

"Dean, you have to tell her."

"Sam, it's bad enough I have to fess up to sleeping with someone, but to tell her I have a kid now too?! She will never forgive me for this!"

Dean couldn't believe he had been so stupid. He was pushing Allegra away for the same reason she had him years ago. He wanted her safe and gone so that he could clear his head in the meantime and just get things straight on where they stood. But then Lydia approached him in that damn bar, and he'd just returned to being his old self, forgetting all about Allegra. Sam knocked some sense into him when got back to the motel in the morning, and he had been feeling guilty ever since, but now... 

My God, what have I done?

"We need to find those Amazons," Dean said decisively. "Find'em and kill'em all. And that'll be it. Allegra doesn't need to know."

"Dean..."

"Sammy, I'm asking you this as your brother. Please don't tell her."

***

New text message - 7.18 pm - from; Sam Winchester

'Allegra, we found the creatures killing those men. They're Amazons. See if you can figure out how to kill them and come to Seattle. We could really use you on this one.'

***

Allegra appeared outside the motel where Sam and Dean were staying and took a deep breath. Her heart was thumping. For some reason, she believed Sam asked her to come on without Dean knowing about it, but she couldn't turn back now. She was here, and she was going to help. There had been nothing in her research on the Amazons that told her how to kill them. Slice and dice might do the trick, but just in case, Allegra had already prepared herself to use the plagues. That was their purpose, after all.
She locked onto Dean's soul and made her way to his room. She picked up the pace when she sensed his anxiety about something. Dean had been thinking of her less and less, probably so that she couldn't know his thoughts, but the past hours had been radio silence. He was okay physically; she could tell from his soul. But something had definitely happened. He seemed on edge. Totally freaked about something, in fact.

When Allegra arrived at the room, she thought she heard faint voices inside. One of them was Dean's, but the other was female. Young. A kid, maybe? Strange... Why would the Winchesters have a kid with them? 
She knocked and heard Dean's footsteps approaching. The chain came off the lock. The door opened slightly at first, but when Dean saw Allegra, he let go of the doorknob and stood frozen, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Allegra? Wha-what are you doing here?" he stammered.

"I came to help with the Amazons," said Allegra. "I couldn't find any exact way to kill them, so I thought the plagues could come in handy."

"H-How do you know about the Amazons?"

She tilted her head a little at his surprised and panicky voice.

"Dean, are you okay? You're acting strange."

"Daddy? Who is it?"

Allegra narrowed her eyes at the sound of the female voice she heard before. She pushed past Dean to enter the room. A teenage girl sat on the bed. She got up as soon as Allegra stood between her and Dean and shrank back against the wall. Allegra held up her hand to reassure her but then lowered it again when she saw the Amazon mark on the girl's wrist.

"Daddy, who is this?" The girl's dark eyes flashed from Allegra to Dean. "Don't let her take me away, please!"

Daddy... Daddy... The word echoed through Allegra. Her heart stopped. She remembered something she read during her research on the Amazons. The only reason they got together with men was to procreate. They had the baby in days, not months. And that baby also grew in just... Daddy... Allegra turned around, facing Dean's remorseful expression.

"Dean?" she whispered.

"Emma, go to the bathroom whilst I talk to this lady," he said to the girl. "It's okay, go."

She hesitantly did as she was told. It was just Allegra and Dean in the room now. Dean took a step toward Allegra, but she recoiled.

"Please tell me she's actually the age she appears to be and that you had no idea she existed until now, and that the mark on her wrist isn't what I think it is."

Dean's mouth stood ajar for a split second. Then he bit his lip and hung his head. Allegra gasped. If this was his daughter... and an Amazon's who had only been in town for a few days, then... that meant... She had to steady herself against the table as sudden nausea hit her.

"Allegra, talk to me," begged Dean. "Baby, please."

"Oh, now you wanna talk?!" Allegra shot him a dangerous glare. "Now you wanna tell me... what exactly, Dean? That it was a mistake? That it was a moment of weakness? You wanna tell me you never meant for it to happen?!"

Dean started to stammer, but nothing he could say could make this better.

"You goddamn bastard... You've been throwing Sam at me for months! All this time, I thought it was stupid jealousy. But you were just looking for an excuse to end things, weren't you? You realized the cursed virgin wasn't gonna cut it for ya anymore!'

"No! Alley, I swear that's not..."

"Don't!" Allegra raised her hand so he would remain at a distance, hot tears streaming down her face. "You asked me to risk everything... and to keep fighting. You begged me to... to not take that poison... 

"Alley, no, please..."

"I did it all... for you. Because I loved you. Why was that not enough?"

Dean broke down at her words. But Allegra didn't care what he felt. Her own heart was once again in pieces. Pulverized. The fire she had within her was slowly dying. 
She walked out of the room without looking back, wishing she never met Dean Winchester.

***

Emma had been sent to kill Dean. He'd figured out fairly quickly that the Amazons weren't going let the unwilling baby-daddy walk away, but he was still surprised to see the kid instead of the mom. She threw him off for a moment, talking about how she didn't want the monster life. Somewhere deep inside, Dean wanted to believe Emma. Believe that she could be good because she was... well, because she was his. But of course, his daughter would turn out a psycho killer.
Emma was dead now. Sam shot her. Dean would've done it himself, but he had hesitated. To kill his own daughter would've driven him further over the edge. And he was already staring down the abyss.

The wake-up call came too late. Dean lost Allegra. And he had no one to blame for it but himself. The whole thing with Sam... It was real for his brother but not for Allegra. She wouldn't have betrayed him the way he had her. But Dean had convinced himself there was more than she led on. He'd been a goddamn fool. 
That night in the woods... The way they kissed, the way they held each other, the way their desire came out... It was how he had imagined their reunion in Portland to go. If only he hadn't stopped Allegra. Why had he even? Maybe she was right. Maybe unconsciously, he had been looking for a way out.

"Dean, look at this."

Dean's train of thought was cut short by his brother's voice. They were seated in the back of a diner, having breakfast and looking in the papers for a new case. He blinked a few times and then took the page Sam was waving in front of him.

"What, new case? San Francisco?"

"Look at the picture," said Sam in a hushed tone.

"Wow, someone went all out here. Bloody massacre... literally."

"The arm sticking out of the white body drape."

Dean had to squint a little, but he could see something like a tattoo on the vics arm. A rune or a... mark. An Amazon mark. His head jerked up, and he met Sam's serious expression.

"Looks like they didn't get away after all," he said, as he pulled his laptop close.

"Damn... What the hell did this?" wondered Dean aloud. "Don't get me wrong; I'm glad the bitches got ganked, but..."

"Article mentions the victims, all women and teenage girls, died of several things. Let me just... Here; I hacked the ME's office. Report says one woman was found with her hands nailed against the door. Stabbed repeatedly, throat slashed, eyes burned out. All the others bled to death or got electrocuted by something with the voltage of lightning. Teenagers all had insect bites. Coroner found the remains of... locusts..."

The brothers looked up at each other.

"Dean, did... did she...?" Sam didn't say the name out loud. "I mean, she wouldn't... Right?"

But Dean knew that just because he didn't want it to be Allegra, it wouldn't change the fact that she found and killed the entire Amazon tribe. Including the woman he slept with and who had given birth to his child.

***

By the time the Amazons realized something wrong, it was already too late. Several among them started coughing up blood and bled out their noses and eyes. When the others tried to save their sisters, the lightning struck. Two died instantly, the rest took longer, but the result was the same. Their charred bodies lay in the blood their sisters drowned in. The teenage girls tried to escape, but they never stood a chance. Most died the minute the insects started eating through their lungs and heart. Some were still a little twitchy, but that was just the locusts nibbling at their brains.
Only one was left alive. Her hands were nailed to the door. Not that she could've made it out. Escape was futile. All the Amazon could do was hope to die soon. Every time her torturer's blade pierced her body, she screamed in agony.

"Love, don't you think you're going just a wee bit overboard with this? I mean, sure, Squirrel cheated on you, and women have killed for less, but to do all this for the likes of Dean Winchester?"

The Amazon lifted her head at the mention of that name. She looked at the young redheaded woman in front of her and the dark-haired demon who stood behind her. The blood-drenched blade rested against her throat.

"Yeah, I'm here because of Dean," spoke the woman softly. "In case you were wondering, Emma failed. She's dead. We found you thanks to her blood. It's Lydia, right?"

Lydia tried to speak, but her words fell away as blood spewed out of her mouth.

"Ssh, don't talk. I really don't wanna hear what you have to say. I already know. I know you didn't just randomly choose Dean. He was pointed out to you. Brunette angel with an attitude, right?"

"Bloody hell," said the man at the revelation. "Damn angels really won't stop at anything. And here I thought I was the only one with the master plans."

"I'll take care of Naomi later. As for you, Lydia..."

The blade slashed open her throat. Lydia gasped as she felt blood gushing down her body. She gurgled. The last thing she saw before she died was the white circles in the young woman's brown eyes. White circles blazing with fiery fury, of which the light illuminated the room before the darkness gripped the last of the Amazons tight, never letting go again. 

A/N Yep, I went there. I warned you about the drama of season 7. I did play with the idea of making the Portland reunion in chapter 36 a good one, but I really wanted to incorporate the whole Emma thing. Maybe I should've done it differently, but what can I say? I love drama, and it'll play a part in a future storyline.  

Thank you for reading so far. Leave a comment if you like.