Dean is a dick. Of course, Allison thinks Lydia might of helped with this one. She had been whispering suggestions to Dean at some point. Some best friend.

Considering Allison's known a few people who have gotten poisoned by mistletoe she can't say she's exactly fond of the stuff. And yet here she is stuck underneath a magical version of it. Lovely. Of course, she's not totally complaining -- she has a feeling she knows how to get out of it too. But if she was going to kiss Sam again she'd want it to because it was something they both wanted. Not just an attempt for freedom.

"It's not your fault," She assures him with an awkward sort of smile.