Summary: After unleashing the Darkness, Sam and Dean run into their younger half-sister Alex. Things take a rocky turn for the worst when she becomes attached to Cas. Cas/OC. SisFic.
Authors Notes: So I'm a really big fan of Song Remains the Same by River Winters and ended up making a fan fic of it. I take no credit for any references to the original work or for the creation of Alex Winchester; I just made her a half-sister for this story. Takes place right after the events of 10.23.
Additional Tags: SisFic, fanfic of a fanfic, Calex, Protective!Dean, family feels, character death, fluff, some colorful language, typical violence
Greatest Hits of Mullet Rock/Achilles Last Stand
"With guidance from the curving path, that churns up into stone"
-Led Zeppelin
If you looked in front of Juan's Mexican Grill you'd see a 1967 Chevy Impala stuck in a pothole full of mud. That is, if the haze of black smoke hadn't engulfed the surrounding area. The smoke moved over the car, and fanned itself out. Looking up, dark storm clouds corrupted the sky. The Impala shook as it regained balance from the smoke. Inside of the car sat Sam and Dean. The two of them loosened their grip on each other, shaking
"So, we just unleashed the Darkness," Dean said. His phone started ringing and he answered it absentmindedly. "Hello?"
"Dean!" He heard Crowley screech. "Your angel is— oow!— go the hell away!—trying to kill me!"
"I understand that."
"Because my mother put a curse on him!"
"What? We're on our way over."
Dean got out of the car and attempted to push the impala out of the pot hole. Sam got out and pushed on the impala. Successfully getting the car out of the mud.
"What did Crowley want?" Sam asked, as they got back into the car.
"Rowena put a curse on him," Dean responded through gritted teeth. He started the car and sped off.
The glass of the building had exploded. Dean and Sam ran in, arming themselves with angel blades. Dean clutched the handle of the blade in his hand, feeling it vibrate faintly. Cas was his best friend. The one who had raised him from perdition, as Cas gleefully put it. He couldn't kill him. The goal he and Sam had established was to at best, maim Cas and get him back to normal.
When they opened the door, it was like looking at a Tom and Jerry rerun. Cas chased Crowley around the room, angle blade raised above his head. Blood from his eyes ran down his face. Red flecked the tan trench coat he wore.
"He's trying to kill me!" Crowley screamed.
Dean ran at Cas pushing the angel over. As he was knocked over, Dean punched him repeatedly in his face. He was confused why salty water was running down his face and his vision became blurred. It was as if he was reliving the first time he had beat up Cas with the Mark on. At this moment, Cas let out an inhuman cry before throwing him back. He hit the table, crashing into the wall. Dean crumbled to the floor, barely conscious. Cas once again went to attack Crowley before Sam lunged at him, the angel blade dragging across Cas' bicep. A silvery blue light shimmered around the cut and Cas cut his attention to the younger brother.
"I have to kill Crowley, Sam," Cas said, his voice gravely and angered.
He was preparing to punch Sam, before he sliced at his hand with the angel blade. Sam attacked Cas with the blade, the flashes of grace appeared with the cuts. None too deepo, but deep enough to piss off Cas. The blood was becoming thicker around Cas' eyes, running down his face like tears, and he vanished from the room. Sam rushed over to Dean, helping his brother up. A gash had left itself on the side of Deans forehead. Some of the blood ran into his hair leaving it to take on a ginger color.
"Okay you son of a bitch," Dean snapped, glaring at a nervous Crowley. "What the hell was Rowena planning?"
Cas appeared in a cheap motel room. The floral wallpaper was peeling at the top of the room, rather slowly, and the drapes over the window looked faded. On the bed was a girl with long dark brown hair examining a silver knife before sharpening it. She glanced up at Cas, her hazel eyes widening in shock.
"How did you get in here!?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes at him. "Who are you?"
She stood up, pointing the knife at Cas. He looked at her with annoyance. Frustrated at his silence, she threw the knife at him. He stumbled back as it lodged itself in his shoulder. Blood dripped onto his coat as he looked at the knife and pulled it out. He tossed it to the ground, stepping closer to her. She threw a punch at him, clutching her hand after the impact of what felt like iron.
"Son of a bitch," she hissed.
Cas looked down on her in a rage. His hand went through her, touching her soul. Her lips trembled and her eyes looked at Cas in fear. She let out a scream as a bright light erupted from her stomach. The clouded look from his eyes faded, the cuts and bruises erased themselves from his face. The bullet hole repaired itself. He ripped his hand out of her and she fell to her knees, panting.
"I'm sorry, Alex Winchester," Cas said. She looked up at him with a glare before he vanished, pity in his blue eyes.
Alex hugged herself, woozy at what had happened to her. Winchester. She hadn't used her fathers surname in years. Much less heard from him.
Dean and Sam stood across from Crowley in the warehouse. Rowena was off doing who knows what with the damned Book of the Damned and Codex. They weren't sure how long it would take for the spell on Cas to wear off, if it even could, so Sam had suggested using hex bag to prevent Rowena and Crowley from finding him. The brothers left in the Impala, hoping something at the Bunker could help them track down Rowena. Then the sound of a phone ringing went off in the car.
Sam opened the glove compartment, shuffling through papers and wallets and a couple of phones until finding the phone that was ringing. An old Verizon flip-phone. One that Dean had discarded years ago.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Is this Dean Winchester?" a girl on the other line questioned, irritated.
"This is his brother Sam, actually—"
"Look, can we meet up at some place? The three of us?"
Dean glanced at Sam, the latter giving a shrug.
"Sure where—" Sam started.
"How close are you to Lawrence, Kansas?" she interrupted.
"Not far."
"Great, meet me at the Genesis Motel in... two days?"
Before Sam could say anything else, she hung up.
"Who was that?" Dean asked.
"Some girl that knew you. Asked if we could meet up with her in a few days," Sam responded, putting the phone back in the glove compartment.
"Kinky."
"Dean, she sounded concerned about something."
"A hunt?"
"Maybe."
"Did you get a name?"
"No."
Dean let out a groan. The rest of the ride was silent on their way back to the bunker. Sam glared at Dean when he ran over a pothole. The older Winchester gave a look that said 'don't blame me!' in response. The bunker felt like home, but empty at the same time. How many friends had they lost hunting? How many of them had died in vain?
Sam had gone to his computer, searching for any sign of a possible hunt in Lawrence. Perhaps there was a case. Dean looked at his arm, taking in how the Mark had vanished. Despite the Mark being its own Darkness, he knew he had acted on it. The Mark had influenced— encouraged— him to beat Sam and Cas up. To let good hunters die because he honestly didn't give a shit. Sam could believe that he and the Mark had been different but Dean knew it was a lie.
The following day found the brothers without any whereabouts of Cas. This had frustrated Crowley as well. The King of Hell was growing anxious about having a hit man after him and his mother wanting his head. However, Hell was slowly rebuilding itself and fixing its infrastructure after Rowena's damage, so the brothers heard. Dean had gotten nowhere trying to find a cure for Cas. Sam, on the other hand, found a case in Lawrence; it ended up being wrapped up the day before since the police station had a tip off from an anonymous source.
Lawrence, Kansas
They had left for Lawrence the following day. Dean intrigued to what they'd encounter when they got there. Sam curious, since the phone that had been called had been dormant for years until now.
The Genesis motel was located across from a small sushi restaurant. It was faded and clearly a cheap dive. It wasn't too heavily occupied compared to the neighboring venues. Outside, a blond woman with her hair in a pony tail wearing a red tank top and dark jeans could be seen smoking lazily. A red BMW was parked in the nearly empty lot. It looked like an early 2000's model to Dean. Across from the BMW was a large black truck, Sam caught a glance of a motorcycle on the far side of the motel.
The brothers parked randomly. Unsure of what to look for. Internally, Sam scolded himself for not trying to get more information from the girl. Briefly Dean wondered if the blond outside was the girl who had called them. She made no approach or attempt to reach out, leading Dean to ditch the idea. The two got out, leaning on the sides of the car.
"So we have no idea of what we're dealing with and for all we know, we could be walking into a trap," Dean grumbled.
"Good thing you're not," another voice chimed in. The brothers jumped seeing a girl appear next to them.
She stood around 5'7 with perfectly messy dark brown hair and a dusting of freckles on her face. If Dean didn't know any better, he'd mistake her for Sam's twin. Her arms were crossed as she wore a cargo jacket over a black shirt and ripped jeans.
"God, what are you? Appearing out of thin air like that!" Dean snapped.
"I'm human, thank you," she said, a hint of snark in her comment. "I'm Alex Remington-Winchester by the way."
"Wait, Winchester?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"She snuck up like a mouse," Dean grumbled. Then his eyes lit up in glee. "Mouse! Dude, that's like perfect nickname." It then occurred to him that he had missed part of the conversation. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"Just follow me," Alex sighed.
The boys followed her to a room with 131 on it.
"Originally I wanted to meet up with John but the number I called gave me Deans number," Alex said.
"Wait, she knew dad?" Dean asked.
"I guess this makes me your half-sister," Alex said smugly.
"Half sister?" Dean said, bewilderment on his face.
"Have you been paying any attention, Dean?" Sam questioned. Dean looked at the floor for a moment.
"First Adam now her," Dean grumbled.
"Who's Adam?" Alex asked.
"He was our half brother," Sam said, solemnly. "He's dead."
"I'm sorry," Alex responded.
"So why did you want to meet up with dad?" Dean asked.
"It's kinda weird actually," Alex said, sitting on the bed. "There was a guy in a trench coat that showed up in my room."
"Was it some kind of spirit?" Sam asked.
"He wasn't a ghost," Alex said. "If he was I would've been able to have handled it."
"So what was he?" Dean asked.
"Look, I don't know. All I knew was that John dealt with the things that went bump in the night and I know that sounds kinda crazy—" Alex replied.
"What? Saving people? Hunting things? The family business?" Dean commented.
"That doesn't make any sense," Alex and Sam said together.
They glanced at each other before breaking the contact. Dean rolled his eyes, disappointed that his younger siblings still didn't catch onto the phrase.
"Anything else you can tell us about what happened?" Sam asked.
"He was about yeh high," Alex said, putting her hand above her. "Tan trench coat, dark hair. Blood on his face. Just came into my room and... reached into my stomach. There was this bright light then his face cleared up and he said 'I'm sorry Alex Winchester'," she said the last part in a deeper tone that seemed ridiculous and too off pitch for her. "Then he just... disappeared. I mean, how the hell does that happen?"
The brothers glanced at each other.
"What's that look for? Do you know the guy? Is he some sort of demon or something?" Alex asked, confused.
"Freaking angel," Dean grumbled, running a hand rough his hair.
"I think you met Cas," Sam said.
"Friend of yours?" Alex questioned.
"He went rogue from a witches spell," Sam responded.
"Why he came to you," Dean shrugged. "No idea."
"He seemed fine after what he did to me," Alex said. "So what's the plan."
"What makes you think you're going to be apart of it?" Dean questioned.
"I'm just as involved in hunting as you guys are. Not to mention, I'm the one..Cas went after," Alex said.
"Just stand you're own ground," Dean said. "So we still have no idea where Cas went and Rowena still has the Book of the Damned with her."
"And the Book is?" Alex asked.
"A spell book," Sam replied. "She used it to free the Darkness and took it for herself."
"I told you not to trust her, Sam," Dean grumbled.
"The Darkness? Is that like a Buffy reference?" Alex smirked.
"No it's this thing that will kill us all...eventually," Dean said.
"Well, if that book freed it, maybe if we got it back we could find someway to lock it away again," Alex commented.
"She's a genius. I told you we should let her stick around," Dean beamed.
"You didn't say anything like that," Sam said. Dean shrugged.
"Get your stuff and we can go to the bunker," Dean told Alex.
"Afraid of a nuke?" Alex teased.
"It was a base for the Men of Letters. Bunch of book worms," Dean said.
"We'll meet you outside," Sam said as they walked out of the door.
It wasn't too long when Alex came out to the impala with a black duffel bag in tow. She put the bag in the back before going over to the motor cycle.
"What are you doing?" Sam called out.
Alex put a note card on the motorcycle, adjusting it so it wouldn't fly away.
"I kinda stole the bike and need to tell the front desk," Alex said.
"What!" Dean shouted.
Alex jogged over to the front office before making her way to the Impala. Taking a moment to admire the car,
"It's nice, classy," she said.
"Thanks," Dean beamed.
"Where's John, by the way?"
"He's... He's dead. Died for us."
Alex looked out the window, upset.
"You know, he wanted me to get into hunting. He never said it straight forward," Alex smirked sadly.
"Why the hell would he even try?" Sam asked, irritated.
"Dunno. It was a few years before I got into it," Alex shrugged.
"If Dad didn't rope you into it, how'd you get into the buisness?" Dean asked.
"My...my mom died and one of my friends ended up being a hunter on the case. I talked to Bobby a couple times, I didn't even know John was into hunting," Alex responded.
As the scenery changed outside, she remembered the last time she'd seen John Winchester.
Omaha, Nebraska (2004)
It had been Alex's 19th birthday. So far it had been just her and her mom, even as she waited by the front door waiting. Waiting for her father to show up. He usually came around for her birthday. Maybe if he was on a job. She didn't know what his job was explicitly. Just that he traveled across the country.
The rumbling of an engine could be heard from outside. Alex got up, seeing a blue truck pulling up in front of the house from the window. She quickly opened the door upon seeing her father, John Winchester.
"Hey there kiddo," John smiled.
"Hi dad," Alex beamed.
"Who's at the door, Alex?" a woman asked.
Alex and John turned to see Alex's mother in the door frame. It was hard to notice the resemble at first glance since Alex looked more like her dad. Her mother was tall and lean with light blond hair and full lips. Upon looking in closer, she shared the same almond eye shape as her daughter, similiar cheekbones, and the same lips.
"Well, you showed up," her mother said flatly.
"Hi Leah," John smiled.
"We're about to have dinner, feel free to join."
Leah turned on her heel, walking into the kitchen.
"What's for dinner?" John asked Alex.
"Spaghetti, lots of oregano," Alex said.
John nodded and followed Alex into the kitchen.
"Leah, I was thinking about taking Al here on a trip for her birthday," John said.
"Please mom?" Alex pleaded, looking between her parents.
"Absolutely not," Leah said, the glass plate in her hand falling to the floor.
With a sigh, she went to pick it up. John attempted to help her before she brushed him off. A tense air hung over dinner.
"Alex, can you leave the room for a moment?" Alex's mother said coldly.
Alex nodded before leaving the room. She sat on the stairs, curious to what her parents were discussing.
"Really John, do you know how hard if was to even keep Alex in high school once you showed up?" Her mother said, coolly. "I don't blame her for have wanting to know who her father was but damn it you can't just whisk her off!"
"Leah, at some point she's gotta learn how to defend herself," John said.
"Nothing's bothered me or her, in years."
"Really? Because you haven't called me when that family of werewolves stalked your house after the first time I came into town?"
"That's not a problem anymore."
"She needs to learn about that kind of stuff."
"No! I won't let you take her from me! She's my daughter, I raised her for sixteen years and even then you never stayed! You didn't try to even be a father! And here you are, proposing to take her out for a few days and I know you're gonna do something stupid, and dangerous and dammit John! How do I know you'll even watch or keep up with her! What are you gonna do? Kill some demon with her as bait? I don't think so!"
Werewolves? Kill a demon? Demons weren't real. Those were just things that were made up for a good scare. Actually, the stories ended up being really stupid and bad.
"Stay with her for a while here, but you're not taking her out," Leah sighed, her voice calmer.
"Thank you," John said.
Alex scrambled to her feet when John approached the stairs. The two of them walked outside to Johns car.
"Hold on a moment," he said, opening the glove compartment. He shuffled through papers and phones until he got a black box.
Alex took the box from John when he gave it to her. A light blue bow was wrapped around it, messy.
"I know it's not the most girly thing to get a a kid for her birthday—" John started.
She ripped open the box finding a silver knife with a black handle and strange engravings on it. Alex weighed it in her hand, looking over it curiously. Then she noticed a sticky note on the inside as well. Bobby Singer was written on it with a phone number underneath.
"Just in case you ever need protection from anything, and Bobby's a good friend of mine if you ever end up in trouble," John said. Alex put the knife back in the box. "Don't tell your mom, she'd kill me if she found out."
This didn't stop a smiling Alex from hugging her dad. It was a gift nonetheless. Soon after, John left the house. He never stopped by after that.
Present Day
The sound of Aerosmith woke up Alex. She pulled herself into a sitting position after falling asleep with drool on her arm from resting against the window.
"Really? Greatest hits of mullet rock is on?" Alex questioned, wiping the slobber off of herself.
"It is not mullet rock. And for the record, driver picks music. Everyone else shuts the pie hole," Dean retorted.
Alex looked around. She stepped out of the car into a large garage. Older cars were lined up around the room.
"I think I'm gonna like it here," Alex smiled.
She grabbed her bag before walking into the bunker with Sam and Dean. Alex looked around the bunker curiously. Dean smiled, seeing his sister act like a little kid with her amazement at the bunker. She ended up taking residence in a room a few doors down from Sam and Deans rooms.
"This place is... Wow," Alex said, walking into the library where Sam and Dean were. "So which one do we knock out first? The witch? Or um...Cas?"
"Depends on who shows up first," Sam said. "If Cas really did cleanse himself with your soul—"
"My soul?" Alex questioned in disbelief.
"Angels do that kinda crazy shit when they reach into you," Dean commented.
"And I thought witches and demons and crap were weird," Alex grumbled.
"If he really is clean, he might show up and help us," Sam continued.
"You make him sound like a drug addict when he was prepared to commit homicide," Dean smirked.
"I'm going to bed," Sam grumbled.
"Yeah, I should too," Alex agreed. "Long day."
Dean nodded before Sam and Alex left the room.
"It's nice having you around Al," Sam said as they walked down the hallway.
"Feelings mutual," Alex responded.
"I'm serious. Me and Dean... We've— we've lost a lot of people doing this, hunting, and finding out we have a little sis. A real one, our own blood, it's nice."
"I understand. My friend Jamie, stupid girl sold her soul to save a guy. I miss her a lot. And my mom... She didn't want this for me but I killed the son of a bitch for her. It's nice finding out I have family."
Sam gave Alex a hug before going into his own room. Alex had a faint smile on her lips as she went into her own room. She found a roll of tape in a drawer and hung a picture of her and Jamie and another of her mom on one of the walls. Eventually she'd find picture frames for them. She got ready for bed and turned the lights off to the room before climbing into the bed.
It wasn't silk sheets with money, but the bed was comfortable. At some point in the night, Alex heard the fluttering of wings in the room. She forced herself up, resting on an arm. For a moment, she thought she saw a tan trench coat out of the corner of her eye. When she blinked and looked again, there was nothing. Just an over active imagine, she assured herself. She went back to sleep.
If she would've woken up earlier, she would've seen a man in a tan trench coat looking at the pictures on her wall in curiosity and sadness. She'd have seen him looking over her sleeping with a small smile on his face. But at the moment she looked in a sleepy haze, he left.
Authors Notes: I'd like to thank River for really encouraging me to finish this chapter. Otherwise, I don't think I would've posted it until much later without her influence. I'm planning on this story being at least three chapters. And wow this chapter ended up being slightly longer than what I expected. Like it? Hate it? Love it? Calex coming up. Feel free to leave a review!