I cursed as Dean dabbed the damp cloth on my newly acquired appendages. They were almost clean; as it turned out, blood and feathers don't mix. The cuts, for the most part, had stopped bleeding. If I moved though, a bit more blood would gush out.
"Okay, so... we have to sew those cuts up." He said, looking at me.
"Come on..." I said.
" Would you rather bleed everywhere?" He asked. I sighed. He had a point. There was no way I could stand up without dripping some blood. Dean left and came back a few moments later with a needle, thread, and a bottle of whiskey. He sat back down beside me. I sucked in a breath as he pushed the needle in and out.
"Okay... I have to pour some alcohol on it. On the count of three... One."
Dean suddenly tipped the bottle onto my whole left side.
"FUCK!" I yelled, jumping up. It felt like liquid fire was burning the whole of the slice. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
"Sorry." Dean said, a slightly guilty look on his face.
"You said three!"
"Well, you would have tensed up, and that would have made it worse. Come on, I have to do the other side." I went over and sat beside him. We repeated the sewing process.
"You seem... really calm about this." I said, trying to ignore the needle in my back. I felt like a pin cushion.
"Yeah... I'm mainly trying to convince myself this isn't real. When Cas comes back... Man, I'm going to give him a run for his money. He shouldn't have taken you."
"Well... he needed me, right? At least I'm helping." I tried to not think of my Dad, at home, alone. Where would he think I was?
Dean snipped the string. I tensed up, waiting for him to pour the whiskey down my back again. Instead, he continued talking.
"Yeah, well, I guess. I just... you're just a kid."
"A kid who knows more about what you hunt and fight then what anyone else my age would know. From here, any way." My shoulders had begun to slacken. Dean suddenly dumped what was left in the bottle down the cut he had just sewn.
"GODDAMNIT!SONOVABITCH!" I yelled. Dean laughed.
"You can shut your pie hole! Shit!" I yelled. "I am not trusting you to doctor me anymore! You have lost all paramedic privileges!"
"Oh, have I?" He asked, close to laughing again. I felt a small sense of pride. I had made Dean laugh."Also, you should really clean your mouth up."
"Says Dean Winchester, the guy who I learned to curse from."
Dean stood up and tossed me a clean t shirt.
"How do I put this on?" I asked, noticing a lack of wing holes. He tossed me a pair of scissors.
"I'll be down the hall. I, uh, need to tell Sam."
After a few minutes of cutting, I was able to shear off the upper back while leaving the bottom half intact. After a bit of a struggle getting it on and some squirming, the shirt went over my head while also leaving my wings out. I went ahead and stood in front of the mirror.
My eyes were sunken, their usual dark green color seeming faded. My hair was a mess, and brown swirls stuck out in every direction. My skin was pale, and I looked much thinner than I had before I came. I hadn't eaten since I arrived, and it showed. Dean stuck his head in the door.
"Hey, Sam is driving Pam home. It's just you and me. Wanna eat?"
…...
I looked down and stirred the pasta. It had begun to stick and burn. Dean was in the living room, picking out a movie to rent. The smell of cheese and garlic filled the kitchen, and my stomach rumbled. Dean had said that I was asleep for almost a week, and they figured it had something to do with Cas., and that's why they called Pam in. Dean walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, so tomorrow we're heading over to Bobby's. Me, Sam, Ellen and Joe have a mess we have to go clean up."
"What kind of mess?"
" Uh... well..."
"What?"
"Cas brought you here at a really bad time."
"What kind of bad time?" I asked, worried. I turned off the eye and moved the pot off of the heat.
"Um... it's kind of the end of the world."
I froze. No. Nononononononono. i gulped.
"Where are you guys going?"
" We.. why do you care?"
"Look, this is important. I watched you guys live through all of this. Where are you going?"
Dean gave me a look. " What do you mean, you watched all of this?"
" Look, just tell me."
" We have to try and kill Lucifer."
I felt my stomach drop.
"You can't go. None of you can go."
"We have to!"
" No, you don't understand. You can't go. Bad things happen."
"Like what? Huh?"
" Joe... joe, um..."
"What?"
"Joe and Ellen die trying to save you and Sam from hell hounds."
Dean's eyes widened. "You're lying."
"Yes, because you just know I want them to fall over dead!" I snapped back.
"You don't even know them!" Dean yelled. "For all I know, you do!"
"You wanna bet? I know more about Sam than you do!" The moment I said this, I bit my tongue. Fuck.
"What do you mean? I'm his brother!"
"That doesn't mean you know everything about him."
"Really? What do you know?"
" I know that Sam Has to drink Demon blood again. I know that you will try and say yes to Micheal, But Sam and Bobby will stop you. I know that Gabe will save both of your asses, and I know that Cas will practically run out of power and pretty much turn into a human. I know more about the near future than you do, that's for god damned sure!" I yell.
" Near future?" Dean asked. I sigh.
"I never got past season six. The last episode I saw was two minutes to midnight. After that, I don't have a clue what will happen." I pushed my bangs out of my face. Just as I was about to leave the room, I felt a kind of tingling in the back of my mind. I quickly started to grow into a head ache, and then a migraine. I groaned and slid to the floor.
"Alex? Alex, what's wrong?" Dean asked, quickly leaning down beside me. I shook my head. I felt like I had a fire work show exploding behind my eyelids. Every breath was difficult to suck in. I blacked out.
I have come back.
…...
Dean stared down at Alex. She was shaking and groaning, tears streaming down her face.
"Alex? Alex, can you hear me?"
Alex's head suddenly shot up. Rather than her eyes being green, however, they were electric blue.
"Dean. We need to talk." She said. It took Dean a moment to realize it was Cas talking. Cas stood up and flexed Alex's wings, looking back at them.
"Good. They came in without any trouble." He said, letting them settle.
"Other than the fact that they burst through her skin and caused her immense pain. " Dean said, angry. Cas walked through the motel hall and into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, turning this way and that so as to look at Alex's body fully.
"She is quite sickly looking. Have you been feeding her?" Cas asked, oblivious to Dean's anger. Dean stormed in after.
"No Cas, as she was in a comatose state for a week. Some crazy angel had to rebuild her whole immune system." Dean growled. Cas glared at Dean.
"I am sorry you have been worrying, but it was for the greater good. Now, I think I know where to look for god. However, I need a vessel to go find him."
"Great. Go find some drunk that you would be doing a favor. But you aren't taking her."
"Dean, you don't understand. I have already marked her, and every second that I am not in her is a second another angel may take her body."
"What? I thought she was your vessel!" Dean yelled, angrier then ever.
" When you mark a human vessel, it makes them more powerful. However, it also makes it so any angel, or demon for that matter, may take control of them."
Dean was about to explode. "Then why, for any reason, WOULD YOU MARK HER?"
"I need a more powerful vessel to hunt God, not to mention defend myself from any angel I happened to betray for your ass!"
Dean was about to yell back when Cas suddenly disappeared. He whipped his head back and forth, looking for him. He ran through the motel, and even into the parking lot.
"Cas, I am going to kill you." He grumbled, grabbing his and Sam's bags and hopping into the Impala.