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Chapter 4

Not Easily Broken

It took two days for Alex to regain even the smallest amount of consciousness. He had been moved into Bobby's panic room. It was the safest place for him. The iron and salt walls as well as the devils traps would keep any demon out. It wouldn't stop Lucifer from showing up, but it was unlikely that the devil himself would show up so soon to try and claim the boy. No, Lucifer would have his followers watch the boy. He would have them study the boy until he had enough information to trick him into submitting.

The panic room was the safest place.

Unfortunately, it was downstairs and Bobby was in a wheelchair.

It was Sam, Dean, and Castiel's job to take care of the boy.

Sam and Dean were on a salt and burn. Castiel had been their up until an hour ago when he had popped out for one reason or another. Bobby didn't know Castiel's phone number, and the screams coming from the panic room were tearing at Bobby's heart. They sounded both pained and frightened.

Bobby wheeled himself over to the basement door and pulled himself out before situating himself on the ground so that he could slide down the steps on his butt. From there, he pulled himself on his hands until he was able to open up the door of the room and pull himself in.

Alex had moved to lie on his stomach and the thin shirt he had been wearing had been pulled off. It's once white cotton had been stained red with blood. The bandages had also been ripped from him and were soaked so deeply that the blood was flowing off of them.

Alex's frightened eyes turned to look at Bobby. He had never seen the man before. He had no idea where he was.

"W…Who are you?"

His voice was strained as his blood dripped from his body and onto the floor below the cot.

"Bobby Singer. The Winchesters brought you here to heal. You're in my panic room. No demons can get in. It's okay kid. I'm your friend."

Bobby made his way closer to Alex and took his bloody hand.

"It's going to be okay kid. Just breathe. Cas said that your wings coming back would be painful and bloody."

Alex ignored the statement and noticed how Bobby had to crawl to him and that he wasn't walking. "What's wrong with your legs?"

"I'm paralyzed from the waist down."

Alex's hand tightened around Bobby's a few moments before he cried out in pain. White light surrounded both him and Bobby, causing both of them to lose consciousness. When the light faded away, the walls were splattered with blood, and Alex had two large black wings coming from his back.


Something wasn't right.

Sam and Dean had been gone for three days. At some point during those three days, that atmosphere around Bobby's had completely changed.

They didn't bother to knock on the door as they; guns out as they scanned the area. The first true clue that something was off came when they found Bobby's wheelchair…without Bobby in it.

There was no blood on the chair, and there was no sign of any struggle in the room.

The second clue that something was off was when the scent of cooking food brought them to the kitchen where they did find Bobby…standing and walking about.

"Holy Mother of God."

"Not Mother of God. Holy Son of Michael." Bobby plated up some eggs and bacon for the boys before setting it on the table.

"Bobby…what happened to you?"

Bobby gave a bright smile. Something he hadn't given in a very long time. "That boy is what happened to me. I crawled my way downstairs when he started screaming. There was blood everywhere, more than anybody should be able to bleed and survive. Anyway. There was this white light and the next think I know, I'm standing up and brushing myself off and instead of it being during the middle of the day, it's almost dawn. That boy let lose a bunch of healing energy when his wings popped out of him. I feel thirty nine again."

As if to prove a point, Bobby started dancing a jig around the kitchen and laughing joyously. He had so much energy and his body didn't hurt at all. He felt as if he had been given a new lease on life and he wasn't gonna mess this one up.

"Why didn't Cas go down to him?"

Bobby stopped and sighed. He removed his hat and fixed it on his head again. "Haven't seen him since about an hour after you boys left. I have no idea where he is and you boys never gave me his phone number. You should give him a call."

Dean pulled out his cell as he dug into his food, waiting for Castiel to answer. After a brief conversation, it was discovered that Castiel originally left, knowing that Bobby would be healed if he was the one to go down and take care of Alex. He had been missing for a longer period of time because he had been searching for a holy sword that Michael had told him about. When in Michael's hand, the sword would hold enough power to destroy Lucifer forever.


Sam was in awe when he saw the massive black wings. They easily gave Alex a twenty foot wingspan.

They were moving lazily back and forth, creating a lazy breeze and stirring up the smallest bit of dust from the sandy ground.

Sam had never seen anything so amazing in his life.

Castiel had never revealed his wings to Sam. To see Alex's wings caused a strange sensation to well up inside of Sam. It felt a lot like hope but he wasn't sure.

Sam slowly reached out and ran his hand alone the feathers of one of Alex's wings. It felt like satin.

Alex jumped as his wing was touched. He pulled his wings tight against his back, causing them to be tight against his back. When folded like this, they did not fall below his waist, though they were a few inches above his head. Alex turned and sighed in relief as his hand moved to rest over his heart.

"Christ, Sam. You scared the shit out of me."

Sam hadn't moved his hand back. When he realizes that he was still reaching out, he slowly pulled back his hand, looking a bit sheepish.

"Sorry." Sam continued to look at Alex's wings for a moment before frowning.

"Don't angels have white wings?"

Alex turned and looked at his wings; he brought one out and held it in front of himself, holding it protectively.

"I'm not sure. I'm not an angel after all, I'm a Nephilim. When my wings first came in they were white with gray feathers throughout them. As I got older, they grew darker. They ended up being a stormy gray. Those wings are gone now though. They were ripped from my body. Now…my new wings…they're black as my hair."

Sam could only nod. He was still in awe of Alex's wings. He reached out slowly, his fingers stopping a few inches away from actually touching them.

"May I."

Alex gave a soft nod and allowed Sam to touch his wing. A soft shudder ran through Alex's body which caused Sam to pull away quickly.

"I…I'm sorry."

Alex laughed softly. "It's okay. When I was little, my mom used to put me to sleep by running her fingers through my hair. It…feels the same actually. Just in a different spot. If you kept it up, I would probably start purring and fall asleep standing."

Sam laughed softly and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"So, when will you be able to fly again?"

Alex shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. These wings are not strong yet. I can't move them more than I was. I can't even more them enough to make a gust. It will take a lot of time for me to regain the strength before I can fly. It might be a year before I can fly as high and as far as I was once able to. Maybe more."

Sam gave a small before the two were brought out of their conversation by Dean walking over and looking at the black appendages on Alexander's back.

Dean blinked before looking at Sam.

"We got a job in New Orleans."