So, that went horribly wrong. It was a damn miracle they got away from Sucrocorp headquarters in one piece. If Allegra hadn't shown up to beam Sam and Dean out, the broth would've most likely fallen into the hands of Dick Roman and the ooze-squad. Or rather, Dicks, as in, plural. Son of a bitch made several copies of himself, and now there was no telling which Dick was the real Dick. 
Unfortunately, multi-Dick wasn't the problem at this moment - Bobby was. He'd been at Sucrocorp as well... possessing the body of a motel maid. He had become what they had all been so afraid of. Dean blamed himself for it. If he hadn't put that goddamn flask in the safe... No, scratch that; if he hadn't kept the goddamn flask, to begin with, Bobby would probably be up in Heaven, having a good time with everyone who died before him. Instead, the ghost was turning into one of the monsters he once hunted. 

"Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid. You were right there."

Dean rolled his eyes at Meg's comment and put Bobby's flask back in his pocket. She and Castiel had been waiting in the cabin for Allegra to come back with him and Sam, hopefully with the news that the Leviathans were no more. 

"Dick made more Dicks," replied Sam. "He must've kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He glanced over to Castiel, who was in the kitchen casually drying dishes. Allegra was leaning with her back against the fridge, arms crossed over her chest, eyes gazing into nothing. Dean wondered if something had happened when she and Meg found Castiel. She hadn't spoken that much since they got back. He wanted to ask if she was okay but thought it better not to. They'd been fighting only a few hours ago. And he doubted Allegra would tell him with all the others present. 
When Castiel picked up another plate to dry, Dean had just about enough of the angel and his crazy antics and seemingly never-ending stream of (admittedly delicious) sandwiches.

"Hey, shifty, you got anything to say on the topic of Dicks? Crowley was pretty sure that you could help."

Allegra raised her head a little. Her eyes flashed from him to Castiel, who threw Dean a look that was dripping with annoyance and weariness. 

"I can't help, you understand? I can't. I destroyed... everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

"No," said Dean in a firm voice. "No, we can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!"

Castiel's eyes narrowed. He walked right up to Dean, and for the briefest second, Dean thought the angel was going to punch him. But Allegra moved quickly and put herself in Castiel's path. Her warning glare sent a shiver down Dean's spine. Surprisingly, Castiel met her eyes with a certain defiance.

"You know... we should play Twister."

Dean furrowed his brow and turned to Sam, who was clearly as sick of Cas' behavior as he was. When he looked back up, Castiel was gone. Meg scoffed behind him. 

"Nice. You scared off the Empire's only hope. It ever occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits."

"So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman," observed Sam.

"Gold star, sugarpants," replied Meg. "Too bad he's Fruit Loops. You might've had a chance."

Dean glanced at Allegra. She still had her back turned to him, so it was hard to see what she was thinking. Suddenly, her head turned sideways, and Dean followed her eyes, now hearing some sort of rattling sound. Castiel was playing Twister by himself on the floor, already in a funky-looking position.

"Is there anything you can do?" he asked. "Can you... Can you fix him?"

"I can't heal a human, Dean. What makes you think I'll have better luck with an angel?"

***

The evening breeze made the leaves of the trees around the cabin rustle. Allegra ran her hands over her arms, trying to get warm.  She wished Castiel would decide he had enough of stargazing. She wanted to get back inside. But if she went in now, she would be alone with the Winchesters. So, if Allegra had to choose between another awkward moment with them or keeping an eye on Castiel to make sure he wouldn't disappear on them again, the choice was easily made. Meg left a while ago to see if she could persuade a witch she'd dealt with in the past to provide her with some magical thingamajigger that could help out with their current döppelganger situation, so Allegra was the only one left who could keep Castiel in place. 
She'd decided not to tell the Winchesters about what the angel told her earlier. It would just freak them out to learn she was in charge of Heaven now. She still didn't understand how that had happened. All she did was tell Naomi to take a hike. How the hell could God, or whoever else had a say in those things, decide that was the trigger to let Allegra become the leader of the angels? How could He even think that was ever an option for her? She wanted nothing more to do with any of that and just wanted to be left alone. No angels, no demons, and no Winchesters. 

No Winchesters... No Sam... No Dean... Dean...

"You look sad."

Allegra raised her eyes. Castiel was right in front of her. She had been so lost in thought that she never even heard him coming. 

"Do you want me to tell a joke?" he asked. "It will make you laugh, I am sure of it. I've been practicing. It goes like this; what..."

"I don't wanna hear a joke, Castiel," interrupted Allegra bluntly. 

"Oh... Well, then, how about a game? I still have Twister; you might enjoy..."

"I don't wanna play a game either."

The angel cocked his head at Allegra. She tsk-ed and averted from him to peer through the window. Sam and Dean were talking to Bobby. The ghost had a gloomy but serious expression about him. Allegra hoped that Bobby had enough of himself left to convince the Winchesters to burn his flask. It was the only way to help him now. 

"Are you sad for Bobby Singer?" asked Castiel, moving to stand next to Allegra.

She hoped a silent nod would be enough to get the angel off her back, but unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. Castiel's arms wrapped around Allegra, taking her into a hug. She stiffened. 

"Your sadness is valid. In such a case, an embrace is more appropriate."

Oh, for the love of...

"Let go of me, Castiel." 

Whether it was because Allegra was now his boss or because he was lucid enough to sense her murderous tone, Castiel released her from his embrace. He stood awkwardly by her side; his eyes fixed on her face. It was like he was trying to read her. She was about to tell him to knock it off when the door opened, and Sam stepped outside. 

"Everything okay here?" he asked when he saw Allegra's expression. 

"Peachy," she answered. "What's going on with Bobby?"

"He's losing control." Sam sighed. "Every time he sees or even hears Dick Roman, he can't stop himself from pursuing his revenge. He... He asked us to... do the job."

Allegra reached for his hands. 

"It's for the best, Sam."

"I know. But it feels like we're losing him all over again."

Sam pressed his lips together and pinched her hands. She met his gaze.

"Stay with me?" he whispered.

His eyes begged Allegra to say yes. It was hard to believe that this was the same man Lucifer had possessed. He looked so fragile Allegra was unable to say no to him. Sam pulled her closer. His lips grazed hers. She froze. Not because of the kiss but because of the thoughts she once again heard in her head. She drew back from Sam and looked inside the cabin. Dean was staring at them, Bobby's flask in his hand. The shock and resentment in his eyes made her heart clench. 

"Bobby wants to talk to you," said Dean as he walked over to hand her the flask. "In private."

He took off before she could say anything. Sam stroked Allegra's hand with his thumb and kissed her cheek before following his brother down to the basement. Castiel lingered in the same place at the window, a silent witness to the tension between Allegra and the Winchesters.

"In private means alone, Castiel," she said without looking at him. "Go help Dean and Sam."

The angel nodded and passed Allegra, closing the door to leave her and Bobby to talk. The same chill she had sensed before rippled through her again. The flask felt heavy in her hands. She took a deep breath and turned around to see Bobby standing in front of her. 

"I'm listening."

***

"Here's to... running into you guys on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?"

Dean's hands trembled. He didn't want to do this. But what choice did he have? If Bobby didn't pass on now, it would only get worse. He nearly killed that motel maid and Sam too. Next time, they might not get so lucky. It had to be done. 
He tossed the flask he had kept since Bobby's death into the burning coals. As it began to melt, Bobby's ghost lit up and slowly evaporated into nothing. It was over. Bobby Singer was gone. For good this time. 

Dean turned around to meet his brother's saddened expression. He would've believed Sam's grief more if he didn't have one arm around Allegra's waist. That Sam would use Bobby's final passing as a chance to get closer to her... it was sickening and far more than Dean could handle right now. He ran up the stairs, past Castiel, who had been sitting on the steps quiet as a dormouse. Sam called out, but Dean ignored him and sprinted into the woods, wanting desperately to get away from them all. 

He kept going until he was completely out of breath and needed support from a big sturdy pine tree. His lungs were on fire. He leaned back and sank to the ground. The silence around him rang loud. He raised his eyes to the sky and prayed for the only one he could pray to now.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Turiel, but if you can... I need help. I'm losing Allegra to Sam, and I don't know how to stop it. Everything I say, everything I do, only makes things worse."

Dean sighed in misery and shut his eyes. 

"It's no use... She'll never forgive me..."

"Who are you talking to?"

His eyes shot open at the sound of Allegra's voice. He scrambled up to find her standing a few feet left from him. She didn't appear out of breath, which meant she used her powers to come after him. How long had she been standing there? Had she heard was he had said about her? 

"I... no one," said Dean, trying to sound casual. "Talkin' to myself. What are you doing here?"

"Castiel was worried about you; we came to find you, but then he got distracted by some fireflies at the stream."

"So you came up alone? You're not worried Sam might get jealous?"

Dean instantly regretted saying that. Allegra's expression darkened. She scoffed.

"Screw you, Winchester." 

"No, Allegra, wait," Dean called out when she turned away. "Alley!"

Even though she asked Dean not to call her by that nickname anymore, it was still the only thing he could think of to make her stay. It worked. She froze mid-step. Dean dared to approach. He could hear her slow breaths and perceived the tension in her body. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just... Alley, It kills me to see you with him. To see Sam touch you... To see him kiss you... I know I've got no right to say this, but you can't be with him. He's not right for you."

"And you are?"

"I... I thought I was. I never wanted to hurt you, Alley, I swear. The fighting, the jealousy, the... the Amazon... If I could take it all back, I would. I would turn back time to that motel in Oregon, and I would listen to you. I would wait for you whenever you asked me to wait. And when you tell me that you love me, I would..."

His words were cut off abruptly as Allegra suddenly spun around on her heels, grabbed hold of his face, and pushed her mouth on his. Dean was so surprised that he nearly lost his balance. It wasn't until his own hands found the small of Allegra's back, instinctively pushing her body closer to him, that he realized this wasn't a dream. To feel those full, sweet-tasting lips on his own again... It shook him to his very core.
He answered her kiss eagerly but had to fight the urge to slip his hands underneath her jacket and shirt. Heck, he had to keep himself from pushing her down on the ground and ripping all her clothes off. He wanted to feel her warm skin so badly. 
Allegra's one hand slid around Dean's neck whilst the other moved down over his chest, grabbing his shirt tightly right above his racing heart. Then, she broke off the kiss, drawing back a few inches, still being close enough for the tips of their noses to touch. Her eyes glistened with tears. Their lips touched again, very briefly.

"I wish I knew how to quit you, Dean," she whispered against his lips. 

Her body left Dean's embrace, his hands touching nothing but air. He recoiled, wide-eyed and speechless. He searched frantically for Allegra, but she was gone. Dean was once again alone in the cold dark forest, the unspoken words of love lingering on his lips.

***

No one walking past the Sucrocorp headquarters that day could have possibly imagined what was going on. No one saw the black Chevy Impala with the broken window and bullet holes, nor the oozing decapitated bodies lying next to it or the demon who killed the Leviathan guards getting kidnapped by the King of Hell's lackeys. And no one knew that inside the building, there were two humans and two angels rescuing not only a teenage boy but everyone on God's green Earth. 
As Sam and Allegra rescued Kevin Tran, Dean and Castiel searched for Dick Roman in - literally - a crowd of hundreds just like him. As soon as they found him, all they had to do was stab him, and it would all be over. No more Leviathans trying to take over the world by poisoning humans to make them more compliable and tasty. It would all go back to the old routine after those monsters were back in Purgatory, where they belonged. 

Or at least, that's how it should've gone. Unfortunately, things can never go as the Winchesters wanted them to go. At some point, something has to go wrong. Today was no exception.

Sam and Allegra found Kevin fairly quickly. The teenager appeared to be okay but insisted that they hurry to blow up the lab where the Leviathans were basically poisoning creamers to gain control over the human population and make them eat and eat and eat until they were juicy enough. They ran into a couple of oozers on the way, but Allegra quickly took care of them by releasing the plagues of boils and pestilence on them. The floor colored black as the Leviathans dropped dead, goo spilling out of them. But despite Allegra's quick work on the guards, they still came too late to save Dean and Castiel, who were already there to face their foe. 

Dick Roman was taken off guard by them. Dean brought not one but two bones with him. He stabbed Roman with the regular bone first, giving him the false sense of victory, only to jab the real weapon through his neck moments later. It was at this moment that Sam, Kevin, and Allegra stormed into the lab. They witnessed Roman's face transforming into his Leviathan form - an enormous mouth with long pointed teeth and a protruding tongue, something straight out of a Tim Burton movie. 

Energy rippled through the room, and the Leviathan exploded into black goo. Sam managed to shield Allegra and Kevin as the warm sticky liquid splattered all over. When he looked up, the white lab room was covered in guck... and Dean and Castiel were gone.

"What the hell? Where... What happened to...?"

"I-I don't... I don't know," stammered Allegra. 

"Guys, we should go," said Kevin nervously. 

"Are they dead?" Sam looked back at Allegra. 

"I don't know, Sam! I can't feel them, they... they're just gone!"

"We have to go!" insisted Kevin. "More chompers any second."

"Not to worry," spoke a voice from their right. 

They all turned to see Crowley standing casually with his hands in his pockets as if nothing big just went down.

"I have a small army of demons outside. Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all. Think if you'd had just one king since before the first sunrise. You'd be in a kerfuffle, too."

"Which is exactly what you wanted," said Sam, understanding what Crowley had been after all along.

"So did you. Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster. Hard to stomp, sure, but you love a challenge. Your job is to keep them from organizing."

"Where's Dean?"

"Yeah, you see, that bone... has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box."

"Where are they, Crowley?!"

"Can't help you, Sam."

Crowley snapped his fingers. Two demons appeared on either side of Kevin. Allegra drew her Archangelblade, but Crowley suddenly stood right behind her and grabbed hold of her arm, forcing it behind her back. Sam moved to help her but held back as Allegra cried out when the bones in her arm broke, and the King of Hell pushed her down to her knees. With a condescending sneer at Sam, Crowley snapped his fingers again, and his minions disappeared, taking Kevin with them. Only then did he let go of Allegra. She fell to the floor, unable to move her arm.

"Sorry, love. Prophet's mine." He looked up at Sam. "You got what you wanted. Dick's death saved the world. So I want one little prophet. Sorry, Moose, I wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. But, silver lining; now that big brother is gone, there might be hope for you yet. Best of luck."

With that, the King of Hell went away, leaving Sam and an injured Allegra amidst black goo. Sam carefully picked Allegra up. Her head slumped against his shoulder as she passed out from the pain. There was only one clear thought running through his mind. The only thing that seemed to matter now that he took in Crowley's final words to him. 

Dean's gone... He's gone, and Allegra... is mine now.