Author's Note: I DEEPLY apologize for how choppy this chapter might seem. Firstly, I got a review (not negative in any way, in fact it was a good review!), but it somehow made me doubt everything I had already written and the stuff I had planned. AND THEN, I got yet another plot bunny running around my mind (this one Marvel and when Marvel's on my brain, it's hard to kick it out). Fortunately, those two Twilight ideas got kicked to the curb for the time being and I've actually been on a writing row with this story :) Fingers crossed I can keep it up!

After arriving at the bunker which the Winchester's stated was their home, Chris was surprised with the sophistication of the place as well as how big it actually was after stepping foot inside. The elder hunter got a brief tour of the place and only settled down into his own room after Allison happily showed him all that she's accumulated since her resurrection.

He hadn't known how tired he truly was until he woke up, startled from his slumber and reaching for his gun tucked beneath his pillow. It takes him a few minutes to remember he's at the bunker after taking in his surroundings, sleeping just down the hall from his daughter. And wow. His daughter.. she's alive!

Smiling to himself, Chris doesn't bother checking the time and sets out to get ready for the day. Luckily, the room the Winchester's put him in has it's own bathroom, so he doesn't have to wander around looking for one. Then after dressed and showered for the day, Chris wanders out into the hall and retraces his steps to the front of the bunker. He doesn't hear much, but he figures the kitchen is his best bet. And sure enough, Chris enters to find one of the most amusing scenes he's seen in a while.

Dean Winchester is sitting is a loose bath robe, reading from a magazine while delicately sipping from a mug of coffee and Allison is practically glaring into a bowl of cereal as if it's personally offended her as she shovels spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. And though the scene is rather amusing, Chris can't help but give himself a moment to just let the scene sink in. His daughter is alive- alive!- and she's just right there in front of him.

"You get used to it," Sam suddenly and quietly muses from over Chris' shoulder. "I usually just tiptoe around them until the morning haze disappears."

"Shove it, bitch."

"Just 'cause you're cute doesn't mean I won't put an arrow in you."

The younger Winchester chuckles at his brother and the girl he's actually fallen pretty hard for. "They're pretty rude this early in the morning, so I'm usually in the gym until their grumpiness wears off." It's then that Chris notices Sam's gym attire.

"It's funny," Chris mumbles as his gaze slides back to his daughter. "I never remember Allison being like this. She was always so easy to wake up, but I guess after all she's been through.."

"..things change," Sam finishes. He watches as Argent's easy going grin slowly crumbles and mentally sighs. "She's still your daughter, she's just.. more aware of things now."

"She was just a child when she died," Chris frowns, "and now she's this adult that I never knew she was capable of becoming. She's been through things that, even in our line of business, I never knew were possible."

"Trust me," Sam huffs, "not even Dean and I were equipped to handle Heaven and Hell, and all that comes with it. It's a lot to take in and well.. you just learn to roll with the punches."

"Yeah. I guess I'll have to." Chris takes another moment to watch his daughter eat her breakfast before walking further into the room. "Morning," he greets.

Dean grumbles in reply and Sam laughs some more as he heads for the refrigerator, but Allison's quick to offer him a smile. "Morning."

"So is every meal a fend for yourself type of deal around here?" Chris then asks.

"Pretty much."

"Anything other than cereal?"

"Uh, we have eggs, bacon, ham, sausage links, toast.."

"Toast and coffee is fine," Chris says before Sam can list anything else.

"Butter or jam..?"

"Strawberry," Chris and Allison say at the same time. They both glance at one another, grinning before Allison goes back to finishing her cereal.

"Got it."

As Chris watches Sam start pulling out bread and dropping slices into a toaster, he can't help but scoff at the sight of the young man who's doing what he can to make sure Chris himself is comfortable. Dean snickers and Allison smirks as she watches her whatever make the simple breakfast for her dad, and Chris hesitantly lowers himself into a seat as Sam sets down a plate of toast and a jar of jam in front of him.

"..thanks."

"Yeah. No problem."

Chris continues to eye Sam warily, watching as the man steps back and squeezes his daughter's shoulder while passing behind her. Allison smiles while sipping the milk from her bowl and then Sam's settling down in the seat on the other side of the table, opposite Allison. He huffs once, shaking his head in amusement before reaching for the pot of coffee that's sitting in the middle of the table. There are a couple of empty mugs there, too, and he wastes no time in making the cup to his liking. He smothers his toast in the too sweet jam, but his face is expressionless as he takes a bite of the crunchy bread.

xXx

Breakfast passes quietly and then while the brothers settle down in the front where they tend to do all their research, Allison drags her father down to the weapon's range. It's there that he finds his daughter most at home, she finding what she wants and needs in a matter of minutes. It's there also that he notices some familiar items and Allison sheepishly tells him when she remembered about his online weapon's store, she had her friend Charlie order some stuff for her since Derek only had a few of her items when they'd first met.

Chris chuckles and watches his daughter work, the familiar twang! of the bow's string putting him at ease.

"You're as good as I remember. Better, even."

"It's good to hear you say that. Dean made the mistake of doubting my skills. All I'm gonna say is that Dean Winchester is one sore loser and can't stand losing money."

"I'll bet."

As Allison looses arrow after arrow, he busies himself by stepping back over to the wall of weapons. He studies the selection of guns and surprisingly chooses a sawed-off shotgun, he then finding a few shells and picks them up. Walking back over to his daughter, Chris loads the shotgun and takes aim.

BOOM!

Allison startles and sets down her bow, she watching her dad pepper one of the targets at the far end wall with multiple holes. "And you're still as scary with a gun as I remember."

"Yeah." Chris gathers up the empty shells, setting down the shotgun and leaning against the small counter before looking at Allison. "I guess I'll be putting the Pack on edge once again when I move back. Scott was always twitchy around me."

Allison scoffs. "Do you blame him?" Her smile then falters, she licking her bottom lip as she contemplates what she's about to say. "You know, if you're happy in Paris you don't have to come back just because I'm here. I don't want anyone to uproot their lives."

"Nah. I like it as a vacation spot, but Paris really isn't home." Chris shrugs. "Besides, I'm tired of seeing Isaac's mopey face every time we run into each other." Allison grimaces and Chris deeply chuckles. "Don't worry, I think he was only mopey because he did miss you, but he ended up moving on with his life and I think he felt guilty about it. You're safe to carry on with whatever's going on between you and Sam."

Cheeks warming, Allison nervously chuckles. "Yeah. T-that's good."

"Yeah," Chris mocks. "Good."

He watches as his daughter continues to giggle nervously, he feeling peace that he hasn't felt in such a long time and if it's because of one Sam Winchester that has his daughter is in such a mood.. well, then he guesses the man can't be all that bad.

xXx

Later that night, after a filling dinner thanks to Dean, the group of four make their way to a den of sorts and lounge about. Chris slowly paces the room, fingers walking along the spines of books that he never knew existed and definitely would come in handy for a hunt.

Allison and Sam are seated next to one another with just enough space between them to be respectable of Mr. Argent, and Dean watches them with a faint smirk. But Dean being Dean, he can't let a good thing continue to brew because when has something good ever happened to a Winchester? He's just trying to look out for his baby brother. Really.

"So what's the plan now?" Dean asks out of the blue. Chris halts in his perusing of the Winchester library to stare at the elder Winchester. "Now that Alli's alive, what's the plan?"

Chris sighs and continues to look through the books. "Probably Beacon Hills again." Dean's throat seems to tighten with some unidentifiable emotion- he knew Chris would be taking his daughter with him wherever he went- and even though Chris isn't facing him, Dean still catches the man grimacing as the town's name leaves his lips. Even Allison frowns and Sam suddenly goes tense, he slightly leaning away from Allison as he realizes that things might not end up happy for them after all.

Awkwardly clearing her throat, Allison hesitantly speaks up after watching Dean not know what to say back to her father and feeling Sam pull away from her. "I.. I don't think that's a good idea." Three gazes suddenly bear down on her. "I mean, I can't exactly move back to Beacon Hills after my death and funeral was so public, and besides.. are you- are we sure that's where we want to settle back down? A town that constantly attracts the bad and a place where we won't ever have some down time for ourselves? At least here we're safe and can take some time off every now and then without looking over our shoulders."

Understanding dawns on her father first. "You're right."

"And I know this probably wouldn't be your first choice or even a choice at all, but this," she says while gesturing around the room they're in, "feels like home now. I like the open road and I like picking and choosing hunts in surrounding states, working them and then coming back home where the place is guarded by some old mojo that the monsters can't follow."

Chris scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "You two," he looks at both Winchesters, "have ruined my daughter."

The room goes eerily silent, but the odd twinkle in Chris' eye makes Allison laugh first before she's joined by the others. "Dad," she groans, shaking her head in amusement.

"It's true, but in the best way possible, I guess."

Sam's staring rather fondly, yet sadly, at Allison and Dean knows what he has to do- what he wants to do, but he's never been the kind brother or the one for chick flick moments and he knows Allison will make a moment of it. "Why don't you both stay here?" Now everyone's staring at Dean and he shrugs to himself, uncomfortable with the sudden attention. "It's not like we don't have the room," he huffs, "and Allison hunts well with us. If Chris wants to continue hunting, he can or he can set up a base here for us when we're out on the road and call in with details we might have missed."

He's not meeting anyone's gaze so he doesn't see Allison and Chris staring at one another, having a silent conversation of their own with just their eyes. Allison grins, Chris shrugs and then Allison's squealing. Dean grimaces and he suddenly finds himself with a lap full of his little brother's girlfriend. "Dammit, kid, no chick flick moments!" Allison wraps her arms tight around his neck, laughing and thanking him while Chris leans against one of the book cases chuckling.

"You sure about this?" Chris eventually asks when Allison stops babbling. "We're not imposing?"

"Nah. Besides," Dean grins, "it'll be nice to have more than just Sammy and I here."

Looking around, Chris nods. "Sure. Thanks. This bunker of yours is quite remarkable, anyway, but you," he says while pointing at Allison, "will visit the pack. They deserve to know you're alive and we'll eventually have to take a trip to Paris to inform Isaac. This isn't exactly something that can be told over the phone."

"Deal."

With June just around the corner and Allison making plans with her father to finally make the trip back to Beacon Hills to tell everyone of her resurrection, the Winchesters keep themselves busy with hunts. Sometimes all four of them go, sometimes just the Winchesters and Allison, and other times just Dean and Chris who have surprisingly gotten along pretty well.

Most of the time, Chris leaves with Dean just to get a lay of the land and to keep himself busy, but really it's to give his daughter some privacy with her boyfriend.

"Dean called," Allison says, padding barefoot into Sam's bedroom one night. "He and my dad didn't finish their case, so they're staying at a motel. It's just you and I tonight." The book in Sam's hand immediately shuts and he scoots to edge of his bed, Allison laughing all the while as she comes to a stop just at the foot of his bed and stands between his knees. "So what do you say, Mr. Winchester? Ready to take advantage of not having my father keeping an eye out to make sure we head into separate bedrooms?"

"Please don't mention your dad. His ears will start ringing and he'll know we're up to no good." Her hands have settled on his shoulders and she's grinning down at him as Sam's own hands settle on her hips. He angles his face up and Allison's immediately there, pressing her lips to his.

From chaste and innocent, the kiss evolves into something far more intensely intimate and Allison's hands wander so that she's gripping handfuls of hair. Sam groans and nips her bottom lip in retaliation, his own hands wandering until they find their way to Allison's rear before sliding down and gripping the backs of her thighs.

Allison softly gasps and Sam stands without breaking the kiss, his hands keeping hold of her thighs and picking her up with him. As he turns, he gently places Allison on the bed, breaking the kiss then and panting as his forehead rest against hers. Pupils dilated, he watches as Allison coyly grins before scooting backwards on his bed until she's up near the headboard.

Even more aroused now, Sam groans again and crawls on his bed after her. Allison parts her knees and Sam settles between her thighs, he resting above her while keeping most of his weight on his elbows. As he leans down to continue kissing her, Allison's right hand cups his cheek while other hand reaches between them to start dragging his shirt up.

"A-are you sure?" Sam pants, breaking the kiss. "This kind of seems.. fast."

Allison laughs softly. "Sam, we're adults. I'm more than sure."

"Okay." He pecks her lips once more, nipping at her lip before leaning back and moving to sit on his knees. Sam slowly drags his shirt up and over his head, and Allison gulps as inch by inch of skin is exposed. It's Sam's turn to laugh softly, he watching as Allison bites her own bottom lip while hesitantly reaching out and dragging her fingers down his abs. "See something you like?"

"If you turn cocky right now, I will walk out your door." Sam snorts and Allison groans at her choice of words. Then pushing Sam back a little bit more, she sits up and whips off her own pink shirt, grinning quite smugly as Sam's smile slowly fades as he drinks in all the creamy white skin he's yet to explore. "Not quite talkative now, are you?"

Sam reaches forward and runs a finger over the strap of Allison's bra, he slowly pushing one strap off her shoulder and enjoying the way Allison's breathing speeds up. He didn't realize how much tension had been brewing between the two of them and he's quite pleased to have such an effect on her. "Why are we talking again? Don't we have something much better to be doing?"

"Mhm. I like the way you think."

Sam and Allison's lips quickly find each other once more, the both of them more uncontrollable than before as they try to slip out of the rest of their clothing without breaking the kiss.

*hides under a pile of blankets* Don't ask for more! I can't write smut and just writing this makeout scene was enough to make me uncomfortable. I suck at writing these type of scenes, but you guys deserve it for putting up with me. Hell, you deserve more, but I sadly can't write what I know you all want XD