"Hey, can I come in?"

Allegra looked up from her book to see Sam standing at the attic door. She figured he would come knocking sooner or later. She hadn't exactly been present much. It was almost 24 hours ago since they arrived in the house she grew up in, and Allegra had only come down from the attic to check on Kevin a couple of times and to prepare their meals. Sam probably would've come up sooner, but Trixie constantly standing on guard at the bottom of the stairs leading to the attic made it almost impossible.
Things had gotten awkward again. Allegra didn't want to be near Dean for any longer than was necessary, but here, in this house, where so many happy memories were nothing but lies, she couldn't bear to part with him. She needed him. Only him. And Sam, of course, picked up on this. 

"How did you get past Trixie?" asked Allegra as she sat up and put her book away, beckoning Sam to come in.

"Dean took her out for a walk," answered Sam. 

"He did?" Allegra raised her brow at this. "I thought Dean didn't like dogs?"

"He doesn't. But he has a natural attraction to bitches, so..."

Allegra pressed her lips together and lowered her head. Sam became aware of his mistake and hurried over to the bed to sit with her. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"It's fine, Sam. How's Kevin doing?"

"Good. Only one line left, he says. He wants to keep working during dinner."

"Not on my watch, he's not. I know he wants to leave, but starving himself won't help anyone. The tablet can wait for 15 minutes."

Allegra saw Sam's mouth curl up in a hesitant smile from the corner of her eye. He moved a little closer to her. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't get a chance to ask you before. I can't imagine what it must be like to be back here."

"It's... hard," admitted Allegra. "But I'm good."

"You know you don't have to put up a brave face with me, right?" Sam gave her an intense look.

"I'm not. I stopped thinking of this place as home years ago. It's just the house I grew up in."

"But you were happy here, weren't you? I mean, all those pictures downstairs..."

"Are fake. Everything here is. It's all just something Gabriel fabricated to keep pretenses up and make it easier on himself until he could regain the freedom he lost when he was forced to take care of me."

"You don't know that, Allegra. Gabriel never struck me as the family type, but he still did the job. He was there for your first word, your first walk, your first... everything. He cared enough to make sure you had a happy childhood. Even real fathers struggle at that."

Sam's expression hardened. Allegra remembered he hadn't had the best relationship with his own dad. John Winchester had lived his life hell-bent on revenge, hunting the yellow-eyed demon who killed his wife. Sam and Dean never had a typical childhood because of that. Always moving, changing schools every few months, missing their dad for weeks on end sometimes, being left on Bobby's doorstep... Part of Sam still resented his father for that, even though the man had died years ago. 

"Quite the pair we make, huh?" remarked Allegra.

Sam chuckled lightly. Their eyes met again. He began to lean in, very slowly, very carefully. They were startled when they heard a dog barking. Allegra got up and walked to the window. She saw Trixie standing at the barn door, with Dean a few feet away calling her over. She couldn't help but smile when he actually went to get Trixie, pulling at her collar to try and get her to come along with him. But Trixie stubbornly stayed in place. Dean gave up and threw his hands in the air. When he turned towards the house, he looked up for some reason and his eyes locked with Allegra's. She felt her heartbeat slow. Her breath caught. Everything around her faded away. She only saw Dean. 

The floor creaked behind her. The sound pulled Allegra back. She turned to go downstairs with Sam before Trixie found him in the attic with her, but as soon as she did, Sam took her face in his hands and planted his mouth on Allegra's. It happened so unexpectantly, Allegra was just overwhelmed. She reached for Sam's wrists, fully intent on prying his hands away, but she found that she couldn't. Or rather, she wouldn't. Instead of ending the kiss, Allegra deepened it. The sensation of having Sam's lips on hers... it excited her.
That first bliss was always what made Allegra think that she should give Sam a chance. At least she knew he loved her. He had practically said - or thought - so. Maybe in time, she could learn to love him as well. She already loved spending time with and being near him and talking with him. But... she still missed it. Allegra still couldn't feel what she felt with Dean. And after that brief moment in her childhood bedroom, she knew she never would.
She broke their kiss, applying just a little pressure on Sam's wrists. It was then Allegra heard the thoughts. 

***

The walk had done Dean some good. And having Allegra's dog with him wasn't that bad, either. He'd gone through the grove to Mrs. Robinson to check on Meg and Castiel, but no one was home. Out picking berries according to the note that was stuck on the door. After making sure there wasn't any sign of a struggle (or a body), Dean returned to the house, crossing the grove and the field again. But when he was nearly at the back door, he noticed Trixie wasn't walking beside him anymore. Dean heard her bark and looked up to find her at the barn. 

"Trixie, come here!" 

But Trixie stayed put. Dean sighed. He did not sign up for this. He walked up to the dog and grabbed her collar. 

"Come on; you've had your fun. Time to go back inside."

He pulled, but Trixie still wouldn't budge. 

"Oh, for crying out loud!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. 

Trixie tilted her head at him as if she didn't understand why he was mad at her. Dean turned away, fully intent on leaving her there. But he suddenly sensed a tingling feeling through his body. Someone was watching him. He raised his head. Allegra stood at the attic window. Dean's heart skipped a beat when his eyes met hers.
Another person appeared behind Allegra. He squinted to see who it was and gasped when he recognized his brother. Allegra turned to face Sam, and that's when Dean saw them kiss. His breath choked. 
 
"Push him off. Alley, please push him off! You can't fall for him... You just can't. I'm the one you love. Alley, please, stop!"

Allegra drew back from Sam. Had she heard his thoughts? It was hard to tell from down in the backyard, but it didn't look like Allegra was going to continue what Sam started. She left the window, but Sam stayed where he was. Dean felt a chill run down his spine when his brother looked right down at him. He knew Dean had been watching. Sam hadn't done this out of love... He kissed Allegra to send a message - you lose. Dean's fists clenched in anger, his nails digging in the palms of his hands. He had a good mind to go up to the attic and kick Sam's ass. But just when he was about to take a step, Trixie came to stand before him. He scowled at her. 

"Some guard dog you are. You let the ogre into the tower."

The dog barked and then walked back to the barn, brushing against Dean's leg. She scratched the door with her paw. Dean began to understand she wanted him to go in there. He sighed wearily, giving in to Trixie's relentless behavior. After all, Sam wasn't going anywhere. He'd whoop his ass later.
Dean put his shoulder against the door and pushed hard until the door finally gave way. Trixie pattered past him towards a couple of boxes that stood covered under a tarp. She pulled at a corner with her teeth. He hurried over to take the damn thing off himself, wondering if Trixie was actually giving him a clue here. His eyes widened. 
There were more than just a couple of boxes; there were a dozen or so. Dean opened the one on top, labeled 'Allegra - 1979.' His fingers touched something soft. Fluffy. A white baby blanket, with a big letter A embroidered in the corner. And wrapped in the blanket, a stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh bear. These things were over 30 years old but still looked like they were barely used. Every box Dean opened held something precious from Allegra's past. He couldn't believe that son of a bitch Gabriel had actually cared enough to keep all this. Maybe he had loved Allegra after all...

 When Dean was about to open the box from 1989, he noticed a tinier box hidden in the back. He pulled it out into the light coming through the window. The tiny box wasn't labeled like the others with Allegra's name and a year. It wasn't heavy either, but something was definitely inside. He hesitated a moment. Knowing Gabriel, it could be something that could kill him. Several times over even (the mystery spot was some years ago, but it was still one of Dean's least favorite cases). But what if Allegra had been the one to find this? The Archangel was a douchebag and a Trickster, but he wouldn't do anything to harm Allegra physically. 
Trixie gave a soft whimper and pushed her paw against his leg as if to say, "go on, open it." Dean ripped the tape off. He carefully opened the flaps and... his eyes widened at the contents; a DVD and an envelope directed to a very particular individual - Dean Winchester. 

***

It was just a little past 10 am when Kevin knocked on the open attic door. He came in at seeing Allegra and closed the door behind him. 

"You were right. That sentence at the bottom is written in the same language that's on the tablet. I could read it just fine."

A weight lifted off Allegra's shoulders. Kevin finished translating the tablet last night after dinner, and when he went up to bed, Allegra followed him up, using the same pretense, and asked him to come up to the attic for a moment to look at something. She showed him the prophecy scroll, hoping that her hunch would prove to be right. The symbols on the tablet had seemed somewhat familiar to her, and she finally realized some were identical to the ones on the scroll. She asked Kevin if he could translate it, explaining that it was vital she knew what it said as it could change everything for her.
He returned the scroll to her. She unrolled it and read Kevin's handwriting underneath the symbols. Her eyes widened at the words. Another knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Allegra quickly put the scroll away in the top drawer of the mahogany desk she was sitting at. Dean opened the door but didn't come in. 

"Hey kid, you ready? We're picking up Cas and Meg and driving you home."

Kevin nodded vehemently but then hesitated a moment, glancing back at Allegra. She could tell he felt bad about not being able to help further, but the kid had already done more than she could've hoped for. It was up to her now. She nodded, silently telling Kevin it was okay. He nodded back and then left the attic. Dean lingered. 

"You sure you're not coming with us? At least to Mrs. Robinson's."

"I have no interest in seeing Castiel or Meg, and I'll say goodbye to Mrs. Robinson when I drop Trixie back off. And from what Kevin translated, we're gonna need a couple of things before we can get rid of Roman and his Leviathans. I'd rather not waste time on that. I'll meet up with you and Sam in the cabin when I have what we need so we can get this over with."

"So you're really not staying then?'"

"Nope."

The mystery of Trixie and Mrs. Robinson remained unsolved, but so far, Dean hadn't found anything out of the ordinary going on in town or the surrounding area. And so, despite what she told Mrs. Robinson, Allegra would not be staying. There was no reason for it.

"Look, Allegra, I... There's something I need to tell you. But I can't right now, not with the others and... and Sam. Can you... meet me back here when all this is done? Please?"

Allegra wondered at Dean's request. Did Kevin show him the scroll before returning it to her? The timing was just a little too coincidental. And why would he ask her to meet back here of all places? 

"Allegra, please?" Dean insisted, taking a step into the room.

"Yeah... Yeah, okay." Allegra agreed, curiosity and anxiety getting the better of her. "I'll... I'll wait for you."

I'll always wait for you...

***

Mrs. Robinson left that morning for her weekly bridge club. The old lady was nowhere near her house, which was the only silver lining in a seemingly bad situation. Damn angels found them. Well, actually, a demon almost found Castiel and Meg first, but Meg had killed him, triggering an alert beacon, as it were. And naturally, the little bitch bolted after that screw-up.
Dean looked around the living room for anything he could use against the wicked angel of the West and her flying monkeys but saw nothing that could do some damage. Without an angel blade to kill them and no time to draw a banishing sigil, they were royally screwed. There was only one thing Dean could try. He just hoped the radio was on.

"The Keeper goes to the desert tonight," announced Hester.

"Whoa, whoa, back off!" Dean held his hands out. "We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that!"

"He's right," said Castiel weakly, having regained a moment of clarity. "An angel brought the Leviathans back into this world, and... and the Winchesters begged him. They begged him not to do it. You should trust them. They have kept the Keeper safe so far. "

"They are nothing," hissed Hester. 

"Except every solution for every goddamn problem," snapped Dean. "So how about throwing us a bone here and leaving the kid alone so he can go back home?"

"Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you corrupts! When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost! If it weren't for you, the Daughter of Heaven would have already delivered our savior! You turned her against us!"

"Hester, please." Castiel stepped in front of her. "They're the ones we were put here to protect."

The angel just went crazy. She hit Castiel with such force; he was thrown down. Dean and Sam moved to his aid, but Inais and the other angels stopped them. There was nothing they could do but watch Hester punch Castiel to a bloody pulp, ranting wildly.

"No more madness! No more promises! No more new Gods!"

When Hester took out her angel blade, Inais stopped her, imploring her not to kill Castiel as their numbers had already dwindled so much. His boss clearly had no intention of letting that get in her way and punched Inais' lights out. She raised the blade, ready to strike at Castiel. But just then, another angel appeared on the scene. Or rather - an Archangel.
Allegra grabbed Hester's wrist just before she could plunge the blade into Castiel's chest. Hester's skin was instantly covered in boils, bursting out in pus. The angel coughed up blood, nearly choking in the constant stream. She fell to her knees, with Allegra still holding her wrist. Inais and the others recoiled at the sight, their faces horror-stricken as Hester kept gurgling blood and the open boils exposed diseased flesh underneath her skin.

"I thought I made myself clear, Hester." Dean shuddered at Allegra's murderous voice. "Maybe the others will learn from your mistake."

A thunderous roar resonated outside. A single lightning bolt crashed down into the house. Swift. Precise. The bolt struck Hester. A white bright light exploded from within her, and she dropped dead, her body smoldering in a pool of blood and pus. 

***

Sam couldn't believe his eyes. Yes, he knew Allegra was powerful, and yes, the plagues were horrendous, but this? And this was her 'normal' power, without the Staff of Moses. It seemed unbelievable that she had faced the Leviathans with her full mojo, and they actually walked away from that. He began to understand why Lucifer and Michael wanted her. To have Allegra at their side... They'd be invincible. 

"You guys okay?" asked Allegra, giving Sam, Dean, and Kevin a concerned look.

"Yeah, we're good," answered Dean. "Thanks for the help."

"You did the right thing reaching out for me." 

He reached out to her? So Allegra does still listen to his thoughts... Dammit...

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Kevin," she then said to the teenager.

The poor kid was white as a sheet. He'd managed to find cover behind Sam, gripping his arm tightly with one hand and clutching the tablet to his chest with the other. He stammered a little, but nothing sensible came out of his mouth. The shock was too great. 
Allegra turned her attention to the angels. They cowered at her scowl. Sam couldn't blame them.  

"Kevin goes home," she stated. "Right now" 

"Y-Yes," said Inais. "We'll take him if you wish it."

"I do, actually. And take Castiel with you while you're at it. I don't want him near."

Castiel gave her a hurtful look but was smart enough to keep quiet. 

"Euhm... We can't." Inais hesitated a little. "He's not exactly welcome in Heaven anymore."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Allegra sighed. "Fine, just take Kevin. And watch over him, understood?"

The angels all nodded, ready to comply with her orders. She briefly turned back to the teen and the Winchesters and then zapped out of Mrs. Robinson's living room. The hole in the ceiling and Hester's body disappeared with her. There was no trace left; everything was as it had been. Everyone stayed still for a moment, too afraid to even breathe. Dean was the first to break the silence upon seeing Kevin's face.

"You doing all right there, 'chosen one'?"

Kevin gave a short nod. Inais stepped up to teen. His buddies drew near as well and practically tore Kevin away from Sam. 

"Bring the Keeper to his home," instructed Inais. 

They were gone before Sam or Dean could say goodbye to him. At least they knew the angels would bring him home. Taking him anywhere else would be suicide at this point... The only one left to deal with now was Castiel. He seemed a bit lost, not knowing what to do next. Meg wasn't there anymore, and Sam doubted Allegra would allow him to stay with Mrs. Robinson. And neither he nor Dean could take care of the crazy angel whilst also dealing with the Leviathans.

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" he asked.

"I don't know," Castiel replied pensively and then smiled. "Isn't that amazing?"

"Actually... we do need your help with something." Sam felt almost bad mentioning it, but it was necessary, unfortunately. "The euhm... The ritual on the tablet that Kevin translated; it says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel."

"Oh...Well, you know me. I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters."