everyonelives | someone is on your side

( Allison has since, sort of slept, changed, and built up her courage in looking herself in the mirror. Monroe gave her no choice. She doesn't need to tell herself that, but still she reminds her reflection that Monroe asked for it. If not for the ten years of danger, the fight she wouldn't back down from.

Coming downstairs in the small historical hotel she found on short notice with a late check-in, she has her hair pulled into a messy pony tail. Hoping for a continental breakfast, she starts her journey toward the coffee smell.

Scott gives her a ride to the bayou, and after a tearful embrace of their own, she tries to help where she can, too.

Instinctually, she feels it before it happens. Lydia's here. She turns back with enough time to take the hug and not get surprised by it. )

I promise I will loop you in the next time I need to fake my death.

That's all I ask.

[She pulls back with a sigh, looking at her best friend and hoping that there's never a day where one of these close calls is for real. She knows the odds aren't high - she's a death omen, and the fear that she may outlive all of her loved ones is a real one, but for now, everyone is okay.]

I'm so glad you're okay.

( Having been a part of that close call, she knows it's always a possibility. But, she'll never stop. )

Me too. And, I lived out the clock Klaus' blood put on me. Two dodged bullets.

Good.

[Lydia glances back over her shoulder at Sam, who is being very tall but waiting very patiently as bestie time comes first. She then turns back to Allison with a small smile.]

I'm going to go find a room and check on Scott. But I'll find you later?

( He's not hovering at all. )

Okay. I owe you more time. I promise. Thank you for coming.

["We'll have it. I'll see you later. And with that, Lydia heads off to find the alpha.

Which leaves her and Sam, lingering that careful distance away, waiting for permission to approach. Things between them are so new that he's not sure what the safe reaction is here. All he knows, is that he's very glad she's alive.]

Hey.

It's safe to approach.

( His hey is met with her in his arms and a public, brief kiss. )

I'm sorry I worried you. I'm sorry I worried all of you but I'm not sorry you're here.

I'm just glad you're okay. And this all is done.

[At least for now. It's always only for now. He slides his arms around her and keeps her close.]

Want to go somewhere and talk?

[Because Sam's the kind of boyfriend who actually likes to talk about feelings.]

( Yeah, she likes that about him, but she's also Allison. )

And if I tell you I'm fine, just a little tired?

I will take your word for it.

[He looks down at her, giving her a soft look.]

But I'm also here if you're not.

( She squeezes his arm. )

She didn't back down. She didn't surrender. She just - fought to the bitter end. She gave me no choice, it's like she wanted me to --

You did what you had to do.

[He murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.]

I think in her head, it was the only way it was going to end. Her or you. She wasn't interested in surrendering.

Like it was her story. All these years, this was about her and me. And the monsters I sympathized with.

( For the first time in days, she lets her body sink, relax, and curl into him. Onlookers be damned. )

It's like I created her.

No, you didn't.

[It's a feeling he's familiar with, because when it comes to being a famous name in the hunting world, how people react in response can be complicated.]

She may have tried making this about you, but that's not on you. That's not something you could control.

She used my grandfather's name. She blamed me and saw me as this ultimate enemy... She never even met me. She was my guidance counselor and she -- never knew me.

( She looks up at him. )

I know I had no choice.

( But she still regrets it. )

It's okay to feel the weight of that. It's what makes us human.

[For better or for worse, they have to feel it. It's when they stop feeling it that they start getting into trouble.]

And it's what makes you different from her.

[Because he has a feeling that Monroe wouldn't have lost a minute of sleep for killing Allison.]

I just wish I could've gotten through to her, no matter how much I know it would have never happened.

( Can she get one more hug? )

[She can absolutely get one more hug. He slides his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in closer and resting his chin against the top of her head.]

I know. Me too.

( She accepts his warmth and his words before looking up. )

You know I like you?

[Looks back down at her with a small smirk.]

I would hope so. I like you too.

Well, you hope correct. ( She smiles at her grammar faux pas, just being cute now. ) After I check in with the bayou wolves, do you think we could go somewhere? I think I need to sleep indefinitely. I heard having a nap partner could do wonders.

Yeah, I think we can do that.

[He's more than willing to be her nap partner, any time.]

Want me to go with you to the bayou?

You're more than welcome. It's going to be teeming with werewolves. I know you're not your brother, but...

( She needs to draw the line. Her friends, the people they help, can't trigger a Winchester. She likes him a lot, but prejudice will end them quickly. )

[No, he understands why she needs to ask that, especially with how volatile things have been as of late.]

I can play nice with the werewolves. Unless you think it would be better if I didn't go.

[Just because he is a Winchester and he knows the weight of his name.]

I think that they will take any help they can get. If they can work with an Argent, they can work with a Winchester. Lydia will probably come with?

( They will have their own time soon! )

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