Authors Note: Here's Chapter One all fresh and ready for you guys!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Supernatural
Chapter One
It had been four months since they fought Lilith. Four months since the man she considered a brother was dragged down to hell.
It had been three months since she and Sam had gotten into an argument, one brought on by the both of them blaming themselves.
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't sorry, but she'd also be lying if she said she had tried to look for Sam.
Her fingers fluttered across the keyboard of her laptop as she tried to find a case, anything to take her mind off of things.
Click. Click. Click.
Nothing.
Bobby had tried to cheer her up, even though he himself was mourning the loss of the man he considered a son. It had worked, at least for a little bit.
She had begun to see more demons around, but they were gone almost as quickly as they appeared. That wasn't it though.
She'd begun to see something else as well, not human, but also not demon. Something so beautiful that she would almost go so far as the call it heavenly. That is, if shebelieved in heaven.
Which she didn't.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by some sort of commotion downstairs, so she grabbed the gun she had been working on, trying to replicate the Colt, and ran downstairs. The last thing she expected to see was Dean Winchester.
"What the hell?!" She exclaimed. She pulled out her other gun, the one with silver bullets and pointed it at him, only to be stopped by Bobby.
"Alex, no!" The man grabbed her by the wrist, forcing the gun down. "It's him, it's really him. I already did the tests," He reassured the girl.
She moved her eyes to the other man in the room, the one whom she had mourned for four months now and finally allowed tears to slip.
"Dean," She whispered as she met him half way, the two embracing in a tight hug.
They stood like that for a few minutes before she pulled away and punched him in the arm with all of her might.
"That is for getting yourself dragged to hell!" She snapped at him, and he gained a sheepish look on his face.
"I deserved that," He said, laughing slightly and shaking his head, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," Alex said, cooled down now.
"Look, I love this whole reunion thing, but how did you bust out?" Bobby asked Dean.
The eldest Winchester son sighed before telling them the story.
"That don't make a lick of sense," Bobby said as he walked into the next room with the other two.
"Yeah, you're preaching for the choir," Dean said as he took the towel Alex handed him, using it to wipe the holy water off of his face.
"Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-" Bobby started, only to get interrupted by Dean.
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject," Dean said and Alex noticed a strange look flash across his eyes.
"What do you remember?" Alex asked him softly, lightly laying a hand on his shoulder as she looked at him, searching for any signs that would give away if he was lying about what he said next.
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it," Dean said as Bobby sat down and Alex moved to lean against the windowsill, knowing that he was lying about not remembering," Sam's number's not working. He's uh… He's not..."
"He's alive as far as we know," Alex said, guilt rushing through her again as she realized that she probably should have gone after Sam right after their falling out, but she hadn't, and now they didn't know where he was.
"Good… Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" Dean asked, turning so that he could face both of them at the same time.
"Sam and I had a bit of a falling out after you went… Down under," Alex began to explain," We were both blaming ourselves about who caused it to happen, and it led to us getting into a fight. After that he was dead set on heading out on his own."
"These last months haven't been easy, you know," Bobby said, before Dean could question the fighting,"For any of us. We had to bury you."
"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked.
"Bobby and I wanted you salted and burned, but Sam wouldn't listen. Practically forced us to bury you," Alex said, stuffing her hands into the pockets on her black leather jacket.
"Well, I'm glad he won that one," Dean said, and Alex was too. If Sam hadn't of convinced them not to salt and burn Dean, there was a good chance whoever had dragged him out of hell wouldn't have been able to.
"He said you'd need a body when he got you home something. That's about all he said," Bobby recounted.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, and she heard the suspicion in his voice. She was suspicious about this too, thinking that Sam had somehow managed to make a deal.
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he took off after the fight. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found," Bobby said, and Alex flinched at the mention of the fight.
"Oh, damnit Sammy," Dean cursed.
"What?" Alex asked, straightening up, it seemed like there was something he had yet to tell them about his back from hell story.
"Oh he got me home okay, but whatever he did, it's bad mojo," Dean said.
"What makes you so sure?" Alex questioned, moving so that she was standing next to Bobby, looking at Dean.
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this," Dean pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and she stared at the handprint on his shoulder.
"What in the hell?" Bobby asked as he stood up upon seeing the brand, and Alex silently agreed with him. To her eyes, it didn't seem like a demon left it, but maybe this was a new brand of demon. One that was meant to do what others couldn't.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out," Dean said.
"But why?" Alex asked. A demon wouldn't yank someone out of hell for nothing, that much she was positive of.
"To hold up their end of the bargain."
"You think Sam made a deal."
"It's what I would have done," Dean said, and the looks on everyone's faces grew grave.
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me… Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles… Social is 2-4-7-4… Thank you," Dean spoke into the phone before hanging up and crossing to the laptop that was on the table.
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked.
"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" Dean replied as he opened up the browser and typed in the website address. He reached over and picked up one of the many liquor bottles scattered around.
"Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?" Dean asked, a joking air in his voice.
"Like I said, last few months ain't been easy," Bobby replied and Dean held his gaze for a moment and turned to Alex.
"You haven't been drinking, have you?" He asked and the girl shook her head no.
"You know me, I'm not a heavy drinker, only a drink here and there. I don't feel like killing off any brain cells," She said, what she didn't say was that the few drinks she did have weren't drinks at all, more like whole bottles.
"Right," Dean said, not pushing the subject as he turned back to the laptop,"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois."
"Right near were you were buried," Alex said as she leaned forward to look over his shoulder.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" He said, exchanging a look with the other two adults in the room.
"I'll wait out here while you convince Sam it's really you, call for me once you've hugged it out or something," Alex told Dean, patting him on the shoulder as she leaned against Bobby's car.
"You sure?" Dean asked, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at the girl he considered a sister.
"Of course, now off you go," She said, shooing them away.
Alone with her thoughts now she leaned up against the car, chin tilted down towards her chest and her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. She kicked her feet back and forth, watching as her boots left scuff marks on the concrete beneath her.
She knew she should have went with them to talk to Sam, but this was the first time she was getting a chance to actually process the fact that Dean was back from hell. After four months of mourning his death, he was back. It was sending her emotions crazy, and that was driving her crazy.
They had no clue what had brought Dean back, even if there was a possibility that it was Sam, she doubted it. A demon would never release Dean Winchester from hell. Actually, they'd be more likely to drag him right back again.
So what did it?
Her musings were interrupted by a dark haired woman walking across the parking lot. It wasn't that which caught her attention though, it was the face beneath it, one she knew only too well.
"Ruby!" She shouted, grabbing her gun from her jacket.
The woman took one look at her before quickly running and she had no choice but to give chase. If she was here, and so was Sam, then that meant something was going on, something Sam wouldn't dare to tell anyone, specifically Dean.
She chased the demon down and alley, and got halfway down before she realized that she had escaped somehow. She cursed loudly and turned to go back only to run straight into someone's chest.
"Woah there girly, not so fast," Hands shot out to grasp her on either arm and she looked up.
The first thing she saw was a man, maybe thirty years old with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. The second thing she saw was the face that was beneath that one.
"Miss me?" Eligos asked before quickly moving to cover her mouth so that she couldn't scream. He forced her into a door that was farther down the alley and slammed it shut behind him.
Alex ran towards the gun hat she had dropped on the floor only to be thrown backwards away from it. Eligos bent down and picked up the gun, setting it on a shelf out of her reach.
"You asshole!" She shouted, throwing a fist out to punch him, only to have that intercepted as well.
"I just wanna talk a little bit girly, no need to get angry," The demon said, and though his voice sounded soothing, his words were anything but in her ears.
"No need to get angry?! You killed my parents and little sister damnit!" She snapped right back at him, struggling in his grip as he moved to pin her against the wall.
"I did that on orders, just like I've been ordered to make sure you're ready to play your role in what's going to be coming up, so listen close girly," Eligos said, pushing her harder against the wall to make her shut up.
"What role?" Alex asked, and she couldn't deny that the words he spoke weren't making her curious, but she couldn't shake the fact that he could easily be lying to her.
"You were born with powers, powers that can be enhanced and added on to. There's only ever been one other human like you, and that was all the way back in the beginning. She died before she was even old enough to know what was special about her," Eligos began, finally releasing her and moving to stand a few feet away from her, hands clasped behind his back.
"We've known about you since before Lucifer was even cast into the cage, and we've always had orders to keep you alive. I can't explain all of it just yet, not for a little bit longer," Eligos told her, his voice turning stern.
"Like hell you can't tell me!" Alex growled. She wanted answers, like what damn powers she had that didn't involve being able to see just how ugly he was.
"Listen girly, there's a war coming, and hell will have you on their side whether you like it or not," Eligos said before turning around and walking out of the door. "I can't stay much longer, not with them watching."
"What?" Alex questioned, who was them?
"Stupid angels ruin everything," She could hear Eligos mutter and she managed to get her gun and rush out of the door only to find the demon was gone.
"Angels?" She whispered as she stared at the wall in front of her. That didn't make sense. Angels couldn't exist. If they did, why would they have all these demons and monsters running around?
"Alex?!" A deep voice shouted and she recognized it was Dean right away. She turned to find him hurrying towards her and he pulled her into a tight hug.
"We thought something got you! What are you doing down here?" The Winchester questioned as he pulled away to stare her down.
"I'm fine. I just thought I saw something, turned out to be nothing," She lied giving Dean a smile as they began their trek back to the hotel.
Once they were there her eyes locked on Sam, and she knew then that she couldn't tell Dean about Ruby, and she couldn't tell either of them about Eligos or what he said, not yet.
Was he being serious about the angels? Or was that him just trying to get to her?
Either way, she knew the road ahead would be a long and hard one.