Amor Vincit Omnia

Summary: (Sequel to The Devil Game.) An enemy from Sam and Dean's past makes it his mission to ruin Alyx and Oliver's future. Caught amid the war between hunters and demons, they struggle to fight prejudice from both sides.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I only own Alyx, Oliver, and any other character that you don't recognize from the show.

A/N: This sequel skips a few years, so now Alyx and Oliver are fresh out of college. Enjoy!

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica--"

The Latin ritual came fluently out of Alyxandria's mouth as she read the pages in front of her rapidly. Although speaking fairly rushed, the pronunciations were clear and refined, showing years of experience and training. Years of experience had also taught her to be calm and fearless in situations such as these. Alyx had been used to it, after all. This was the fourth exorcism she'd done in a matter of two months. It had been about six years since the Devil's Gate had been opened in Wyoming, and yet they were still putting demons back in their rightful place. Who knew how many were out there, waiting to do their own damage? The war was raging behind the scenes of the mortal world; an army of demons bent on taking out every last hunter they could find.

In the last few years, the casualties on the hunters' side were piling up at an alarming rate. It seemed as if demons were coming out of the woodwork, dispersing themselves throughout the human population, blending in, carrying on unnoticed. It wasn't just in the United States, either. All over the world, the rates of demonic possession only increased. It was almost as if they were multiplying. That wasn't good news to hear, especially since the number of hunters left was steadily declining.

Bobby had told Alyx that some--the cowards--had disbanded, choosing to leave the hunting life behind for their own safety. They were afraid to fight. Unlike those idiots, Alyxandria Winchester was among the hunters who remained in the war, ready to defend the human race at all costs. It was what she and others like her were brought up to do. Because, if they didn't, who would protect the innocents from imperceptible evil?

Alyx read on, ignoring the loud, agonizing cries from the demon standing before her. He was a young man--maybe a couple years older than her--with good looks and an air of intelligence, but happened to have a certain mix-up with a demon on a troublemaking spree. His fate had definitely fallen into the wrong hands. The young hunter could only hope that the ritual didn't kill him.

Her concentration was slightly broken when a blur of dark clothing and a faint streak of vivid purple shot past her, running to the window in a hurry. Alyx stopped the ritual briefly, letting the demon wallow in his pain in the trap drawn on the floor. She glanced back and saw her friend and fellow hunter/parapsychologist, Violet, standing on the broken down, worn window seat of the old Victorian they were trapped in, peering out the yellowed curtains. Violet--a young hunter with an unnatural ability to control electricity--had reconnected with Alyx in college, when fate had dealt them a good hand. Violet was, coincidentally, accepted into Kansas State University on a scholarship, and had gone there to pursue the same career in parapsychology.

"What is it?" Alyx asked, urgent. Violet looked back at her friend, her eyes full of concern.

"We have company," she announced. "Another demon, outside. Looks like our buddy called in some backup."

Alyxandria snapped the journal--her own hunter's journal that she had started in college--shut, tucking it under her arm. The demon let out a half-relieved sigh, gazing up at the twenty-two year old as she approached.

"I'm not done with you yet," she warned harshly. To Violet, she ordered, "Watch him." Alyx tossed the journal to her friend. "If he tries anything, finish it." Violet nodded, watching her fellow colleague exit the room. Alyx made her way down the narrow hallway of the deserted Victorian, the floorboards groaning under her feet. She walked to the foyer, where her long-time boyfriend, Oliver Devereaux, sat at his designated post by the front door. A smile spread across his face when he noticed her coming toward him, moving with more grace and stealth than any other female hunter he'd seen. She was as beautiful as ever, even though by her facial expression she seemed thoroughly annoyed and frustrated.

He was taken back a little by how much she resembled her father, more now at age twenty-two than ever before. In these last few years, as the war began to pick up, he had seen her hunter's expertise exceptionally apparent, with her willingness to always take charge of the situation, no matter the danger. No matter how he'd beg and plead to take a job alone--telling her that it was too risky, and Alyx arguing back, playing the 'Healer' card--she would never back down. Leadership and bravery, among other heroic traits, were some things she'd learned from the two people who'd brought her up in this business. Oliver wondered if Alyx knew exactly how much she took after Dean and Sam.

Oliver stood up, setting the gun loaded with consecrated iron bullets onto the table beside the chair he had been occupying. He snaked a muscular arm around Alyx's slim waist, planting a loving kiss into her hair. He suddenly became aware of her foul mood, and therefore pulled her away gently, looking into her green eyes with his startling turquoise.

Almost reading Oliver's concern, Alyx spoke. "We have another visitor." she muttered, pointing her thumb at the door. Oliver unhooked his arm and rushed to the window by the door, taking a look outside. Sure enough, in the darkness, there stood a barely noticeable figure. The figure was pacing back and forth in front of the stairs leading up to the porch. The other demon was unable to get in, because of the salt lines that had been put up near every window and door in the entire house.

Oliver sighed. "I'll take care of it," He picked up the gun and placed it into the back of his jeans. "Finish the other exorcism." Alyx nodded, taking his hand for a moment. He turned to her, and she leaned in to give him a lingering kiss.

"Be careful." she demanded, before walking off to join Violet.

Oliver heaved a sigh, and pulled open the front door, stepping out into the cool, summer breeze. The air was thick, a thin layer of fog settling in from the recent rain shower. The young half-demon stepped across the porch and descended the stairs; the full-blood demon stopped pacing and stood perfectly still. Oliver paused, standing on the last stair, a few feet from the enemy.

"What brings you here, friend?" Oliver asked sarcastically.

The demon laughed. "The nerve you have to address me in such a way, traitor," he spat. "I'll make it plain and simple for you and your hunters: release him and no one will get hurt." The demon's dark eyes burned into Oliver's, malicious and cold.

"You can't promise that," Oliver stated. "There's a war going on here, if you haven't noticed."

"Release him." the demon repeated, taking a gun from the inside of his coat pocket, and pointing it in Oliver's face. The younger man froze, secretly retrieving his own weapon from the back of his jeans. He lifted it to meet the demon's, a smirk on his face.

"So, this is how it's going to be?" he taunted. "We're both going to stand here until one of us is brave enough to pull the trigger?"

The demon snarled, whipping his gun so that it made contact with the side of Oliver's face. Oliver staggered backward, a thin ribbon of crimson oozing from his bottom lip. The demon tossed his gun aside, and launched himself at the younger man, tackling him to the ground. Oliver swiftly planted a hard kick into the demon's chest, sending him flying back into the trunk of a nearby tree. He approached the demon, holding his gun on him as he lay on the ground, dazed. The demon stared up at Oliver, panic etched in his features.

"You filthy traitor," he hissed. "You'll die. You and your beloved hunter. You won't survive this war. Not if we can help it."

The sound of a gunshot made Alyx jump slightly as she finished reading the Latin exorcism. A feeling of dread washed over her; she hoped that the fight had gone in Oliver's favor. Although she did not condone the killing of people under demonic possession, she had learned that it was sometimes better to just put the person out of their misery. She heard the front door open, and stood tensely, waiting, even though her focus was on the possessed man who was now expelling a black smoke from his mouth. Alyx breathed a sigh of immediate relief once Oliver stepped into the room, wiping at his bloodied lip.

The black smoke that had been released from the man's mouth disappeared through the ceiling, leaving the man disoriented and quite confused, but alive nonetheless. Once they had sent the man safely on his way, and got rid of the rest of the evidence, the trio started to pack up their hunting equipment into the back of Alyx's midnight blue Impala.

"We made a hell of a team back there." Violet declared with a grin.

"As always." Alyx agreed. The three of them had made quite a good hunting team; they had been working together since college, going on hunting trips in between class time and their other jobs. Now that Alyx and Violet were parapsychologists, they basically got hired and paid to take care of the supernatural beings plaguing their clients. Oliver got paid as a journalist for a local paranormal magazine, and worked in a mechanic's garage owned by one of his college friends' father. Violet, Alyx, and Oliver lived in an apartment outside of Kansas City, and Vi's sometime boyfriend stayed with them once in awhile. Alyx remained in good touch with her father and uncle, as well as Bobby, Missouri, and Ellen, visiting them every chance she got.

Alyx slid into the passenger's seat, while Violet climbed into the back, pulling out her cell phone to text her boyfriend. Apparently, they were back together...for now. Oliver slammed his door shut and placed the key in the ignition, making the Impala roar to life.

"Two more down," Alyx told Oliver eagerly, placing her hand on top of his, which was resting between the seats. The young Winchester couldn't ignore the solemn expression on her boyfriend's face. Almost like he was sort of mad at something. "What's wrong?" she asked almost in a whisper.

Oliver shook his head. "Nothing." He offered Alyx a weak smile, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "Ready to go?"

Alyx nodded, and yawned as if on cue. Oliver pulled out of the driveway of the old Victorian, and the three of them began the ride home to Kansas City.

Unbeknownst to them, however, a figure was lurking the shadows, beginning to track Oliver and Alyx's every move.

A/N: I've decided to write this one in general point of view for now, but I may switch to other points of view throughout the story. I haven't decided yet. Please tell me how you like it--reviews are always appreciated!