Hey all, this is my first Supernatural fanfiction. I'm hoping that this can be a fanfiction for multiple one-shots for my character Alex. As some of you may know, it's really hard sometimes to come up with names, so I took my middle name and gave it to my character. This one-shot is from 6x07: 'Family Matters".
So, I hope you enjoy and please review! Happy reading. x
All rights go to the owners of Supernatural, except my original character.
The Soulless Girl
Alex was just starting to regain consciousness. She could hear a pounding in her head. She could feel the familiar throb of pain shoot from each side of her jaw up to her forehead. She was confident that the metallic taste in her mouth was that of her own blood. Alex began to open her eyes, but her vision was foggy. Then, she heard the sound of two gruff and familiar voices; one belonged to her friend, Castiel, and the other, belonged to her older brother.
"You're right. She looks terrible. You did this?" Cas asked Dean.
"Yeah, well, I didn't really have much of a choice." Replied Dean.
Alex's' vision was beginning to become clearer and she immediately looked for the voices that were surrounding her.
"Cas?" she asked lazily. That's when Alex realized she was tied to a chair. Being tied to a chair against her will was nothing new. In this line of work, it was sometimes expected. Suddenly, she felt a hand go straight for her face. The large hand lifted up one of her eye lids and examined her eye fairly closely
"Wha- what are you doing? Let me go." Alex responded. She tried to move her head out of the way but Cas kept pulling her back.
"Have you been feverish? Has she been feverish?" the friend asked both of the siblings. Alex refrained from answering. She was too busy wondering what the hell was going on. The two people in front of her didn't even bother to begin to explain why they tied her to a chair.
"Have you?" demanded her big brother. By the look on his face, Alex could tell that he meant business.
"What? No. No, I haven't been feverish. Why do you ask?" Alex replied in a snarky tone.
"Is she speaking in tongues? Are you speaking in tongues?" Cas asked both of them. That tactic was already enough to get under Alex's skin. That, and the fact that she was tied to a chair for some unknown reason was really starting to piss her off.
"Jesus, make up your damn mind who you're speaking to." Alex snapped.
"Answer the damn question!" Her brother yelled.
All Alex could really do in the moment as provide her brother with a dirty look…and answer the question. "No, I have not been speaking in tongues." The room was silent for a moment before a realization dawned upon her.
"Wait a second. Are you…diagnosing me?" she questioned.
"You better hope he can." replied Dean.
"Oh my god, do you really think this is- "Alex was cut off by her brother.
"What? Do you really think there's some kind of clinic out there for people who just, pop out of hell wrong? Alexandra, he asks, you answer, and you shut your hole. Got it?" her brother commanded. It's not like Alex had much of a choice and her brother would definitely not take no for an answer. So, she simply complied and let her face drop from irritated to rather worried looking.
"How much do you sleep?" Cas asked, rejoining the conversation.
Alex had a moment of hesitation before she answered. "I don't."
"What, like at all?" her brother wondered out loud.
"No, not since I got back." Alex was careful to observe the exchange of glances her friend and brother shared in front of her. The glances seemed to mirror one another and question what Alex just revealed to them. Alex knew something was wrong with her; she just didn't care to investigate and she felt no need to look into it, like ever.
"And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?" her brother said. His voice was raising significantly.
Alex couldn't help but roll her eyes, just a little bit. "Of course it did, Dean. I just never told you."
"What? What is it?" Dean asked Cas in a hurried manner. Alex looked over to Cas to see his face ridden with question. She still had no clue as to what their angle was.
"Alex. What are you feeling right now?" Cas slowly asked.
Alex thought that was a simple-minded question. She let out an awfully small laugh. "Pft, well, I feel like my nose is broken. Pretty sure I know who to thank for that." Alex replied, turning to her brother standing off to the side of her.
"No, that's a physical sensation. How do you feel?" Cas asked Alex again.
Alex still didn't know where this was going and she was losing her patience. "I think…"
"Feel, Alex! How do you feel?!"
"Damn it! I don't know! I can't tell you because I don't fucking know!" Alex fumed.
Cas once again turned to share a look with Dean and Alex followed suit; but as soon as she met her brother's eyes, Cas began to remove his belt.
"Woah, hey there buddy. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alex examined.
"This is going to be unpleasant." Cas replied.
"Oh, well that's not something a girl wants to hear, Cas." Alex joked. To her, it was hilarious, but to her brother, well, he knew she wasn't taking this as serious as she needed too.
"Quit messing around, Alex!" Dean demanded.
Alex shot her brother another dirty look and turned her attention back to her friend with the belt in his hand. Cas folded the belt in half so that it would have a double layer. Alex gave him a look of perplexity as Cas put the belt into her mouth.
"Here. Bite down on this. If there is some place that you find soothing, you should go there…in your mind." Cas voiced.
Alex was not ready for what was about to happen. It seemed that all at once, all the pain that she was previously feeling in her body was centered in her chest. Cas had stuck his hand, literally, into Alex's chest and doing only God knows what. The sounds that burst from Alex were ear-splitting and dire. The muffled screams were enough for her brother to wince and momentarily look down at his feet. He didn't like seeing his little sister in this condition, but he knew something had to be done. Ever since they were reunited, Dean could tell that there was something off about Alex. Her attitude had clearly changed and her overall appearance transformed into something he didn't even recognize. He knew this is what had to be done.
Alex couldn't take the pain anymore and let the belt drop from her mouth. She was now covered in sweat and on top of that, she still had blood all over her; but just as she gave in, Cas pulled his hand from inside her body. Cas picked up his chewed on belt and turned around to Dean, leaving Alex to gasp for her breath as their background noise.
"Did you find anything?" Dean asked.
"No." Cas simply replied.
Dean gave Cas a puzzled look. "So, that's good news then?"
"I'm afraid not. Physically, your sister is perfectly healthy." Cas stated, sounding like a medical professional.
"Okay, then what is it?" her brother questioned.
Cas waited a moment before even attempting to reply to him, but he knew it couldn't wait. "It's her soul. It's gone." The look of consternation overcame the two men standing in front of Alex. She, however, did not seem fazed by the recent discovery. She sat, tied to the chair as if they were all having a normal conversation. Dean couldn't wrap his head around what he had just been told. He started pacing back and forth for what seemed like minutes before he said anything.
"I'm-I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm five, Cas. What do you mean she has no soul?" He finally spat out.
"Somehow, when Alex was resurrected, it was without her soul." Cas informed him, but he was also turned at an angle which allowed him to see Alex. She didn't even seem to be interested in what they were discussing right in front of her. Her attention had been captured by the drywall patterns on the ceiling.
"So, where is it?" asked Dean
"My guess is…still in the cage. With Michael…and Lucifer." Cas replied. Now, that one name, Lucifer, was enough to snap Alex back into reality. Her eyes went wide for a moment and then narrow as she observed the two of them in front of her. Her brother turned to her and eyed her with a little look of disbelief.
"So, is she even still…Alex?" Dean pondered.
"You pose an evident interesting, philosophical question." Cas replied.
"Well, then just get it back for her." Dean spoke, worry clear in his voice now.
'Dean- "Cas was cut off.
'What? You pulled me out?" Dean reassured.
"It took several angles to rescue you. And you weren't nearly as well guarded. Alex's soul, is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible." Cas insisted. By this point, Alex was bored. The two of them were speaking to each other as if she wasn't even in the room anymore. So, she started to fiddle with the ties that bound her.
"There has to be a way-" Dean started.
"So, are you asshat's going to untie me or…?" Alex butted in.
"No!" Dean automatically bellowed.
"Dean, listen, I'm not going- "Once again, Alex was cut off and it wasn't going well for her.
"Alex, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room? Dean started, walking towards his sister. "We go out, I let you go and you turn into some kind of maniac with a knife. You came back covered in blood!"
"Oh my God, Dean! I'm not some kind of…psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop that damn vamps." Alex stated, more sassy towards the end. When she realized he wasn't buying any of it, she went onto the next thing she could think of. She could help but slouch and roll her eyes. She knew she needed to sound sincere, but she wasn't helping herself in anyway. With a loud sigh and a tilt of the head she looked up to her brother.
"Okay, look. I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Is that what you want to hear?" Alex asked her brother. To Dean's awe, Alex didn't want to see him looking at her like that. Not that she cared how he felt in the moment, but because she needed to get the hell out of that damn chair. As if she couldn't hold her tongue, her next words surprised even her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this one of those times where I'm supposed to lie to protect your delicate emotions?" A look of hurt flashed across Dean's face, but it didn't stay there for long. He knew that this wasn't really his sister talking, at least he didn't want to believe it was really her. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"You're kidding right?" Dean finally replied.
"Well, what the hell are you going to do? Keep me locked up in this room, tied to this stupid chair forever?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing, Alex."
"Ugh, okay. Look, I get it, okay? I get it. I was wrong, blah, blah, blah. But I'm telling you right now, that I am trying to get right here. It's still me."
"Is it?" Dean asked.
"Yes! So, just let me go." The only thing Alex got in return was a shake of the head from her brother and his look that said "no way in hell is that going to happen." Alex was fed up with the questioning, the hand that had been inside her chest, the arguing with her brother and the itchy blood and sweat that covered her body. She let out a long, dramatic sigh as she clearly started to mess with the ties in the back of the chair.
"Wow, I really didn't want it to come to this." Alex stated. Dean turned around to acknowledge his sister, but when he did, he saw Alex get up from the chair and wondered how she managed to undo his knots.
Alex walked towards her brother and looked him right in the eyes as she massaged her wrist.
"You're not going to hold me, Dean. Not here, not in the damn panic room…not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless girl, so you might as well work with me here. Let's fix this." Alex's words took a minute to register in her brother's mind. He wasn't sure what to say, but he managed a little something in return.
"I'm going to be watching every damn move you make." Dean growled.
"Fine. That's nothing new anyway." Alex remarked.
"Cas, clean her up." her brother insisted as he walked away from her. Cas walked over to Alex and placed two fingers on her forehead. Within seconds, Alex was looking like new again. The blood was gone from her body, her nose wasn't broken, and the ache in her chest had disappeared. Observing that Cas' work was done, Dean voiced himself.
"Alright, well if we're going to figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to figure out who pulled you out." Alex noticed the seriousness in her brother's eyes, but again, she couldn't care less about his current emotional well-being. She gave him a small nod and a shit eating grin and strutted past both Dean and Cas and out the room to freedom. Alexandra had no intention of getting her soul back.
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