"An angel?" Dean asks, still aiming his gun at Alex. She didn't seem at all upset by it, which he found odd. In fact, she had stopped shaking, and looked almost calm.
"Actually, more than one angel." Alex answers, staring up at Dean from the bed. Her thoughts were running around in her head, and she couldn't make sense of them. But she did know that the next few minutes were important to her survival.
"More than one angel? What, now we're on heaven's hit list, too?" Dean smirks, then reads the look on Alex's face. "Oh, I guess we are. So, which low level douche with wings sent you?"
"One of them was named Zachariah. And your description of him is perfect." Alex wraps her arms around herself again, trying to hold off the shaking. Just thinking about him was enough to make it start all over again.
"Damn." When they had found out the demons were after him, it had been from some minor nameless stunt demon. But to know that Zachariah was lowering himself to conversing with humans, willingly, was pretty scary. "And what are you supposed to do, now that you've found me?"
"Dean, would you please put your gun down? I'm unarmed. And you can clearly beat the hell out of me. Please?"
"Sorry, sweetheart, but no. How do I know you're still human, and not another dick with wings?"
"I guess you don't." Alex shrugs. "Zachariah almost wrecked my car, by appearing in the middle of the road a few nights ago. He offered me and Darcey an unimaginable reward for performing a job for him: find Sam and Dean Winchester, and don't let them out of our sight. We thought about turning the job down outright, but he did something to the man in the car with us, and that man screamed for over an hour when we finally reached our destination. He looked like his insides were melting. It's was the worst thing I've ever seen, and when I close my eyes at night, I can still see it."
Dean didn't think that Alex was acting. He and Sam had been on the receiving end of Zachariah trying to make a point. He almost felt sorry for her. Except she had found him and his brother, which meant the angels probably weren't that far away. That is, if they weren't already waiting for them.
"Darcey and I have been running ever since."
"You're running from angels?"
"He wasn't a very nice angel," she says with a sad smile.
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"This is what my story has to do with you, Sam Winchester." Darcey studies Sam. He was still in control, but she knew he would snap at moment. And that was what she was waiting for. As much fun as she had rolling around in the bed with him, she wanted a fight. A knockdown, drag out, no holds barred, fight. "A few days ago, a man tried to kill me and Alex. This man, who is really an angel, gave us a job. Hunt you and your brother down. And not let you out of our sight. And for doing this, we will be rewarded."
Sam exhales deeply, then inhales. Shit, he thinks to himself. Castiel really was right; at this point, everyone was hunting them. "You can't trust the angels."
Darcey laughs. "Sam, I cannot trust anyone. Not even Alex. She and I had an agreement. And she changed her mind."
"Darcey, you're scaring me."
"Sam, you scare me."
"How do I scare you?" Sam watches her closely. When she was telling a story, she relaxed. But when she was getting worked up, if he timed it just right, he could make a break for her, and avoid being shot.
"You scare me, because you are the one who will bring hell on earth. Oh, Zachariah, that is the angel that appeared to us, did not tell me which brother would cause it, but I can figure it out. You are so angry; I can see the fire in your eyes." Darcey leans forward, hoping this is the spark that will set Sam off. "You cannot deny who you are."
Before Sam is aware of what he is doing, he is off the bed, and in Darcey's face, left hand wrapped around her right wrist, right hand around her throat, lifting her out of the chair. And as Darcey passes out, he could swear he catches a small, satisfied smile on her face.
********
3 days ago
"And they'll be in the bar? You're sure?...Of course I trust you, Castiel. I'll call you as soon as we see them." Alex hangs up the phone, returning the wave from the neighbor across the way. The last three days had been odd, especially since they had someone they could trust working with them. Castiel wanted to find the Winchesters as badly as everyone else did, but for purely different reasons. And for that she and Darcey were thankful. He had explained a lot of things to them about the Apocalypse, but the most important thing they got out of it was that Sam and Dean still had a choice, that destiny, or fate, or whatever you wanted to call it, didn't really matter. It all went back to free will.
Alex walks into the motel room she and Darcey were sharing, and out of the rain. "I miss the sunshine. Do you think we could get lost in Miami? Or maybe Austin?" Darcey asks while flipping through the television channels. There was never anything good on.
"They have hurricanes in Florida. And Austin isn't really that big of a city. Besides, the rain has to stop at some point, right? It's only been 17 days; start panicking in another 23." Alex smiles at her friend. They would definitely go somewhere south. Maybe very south, and head into Mexico. Because once they did find the Winchesters, and warned them about the angels and other hunters, they would still be on the run.
Both women turn when they hear a knock on the door. "Did you order pizza?" Alex asks Darcey.
"No. Maybe it is Castiel, and he forgot to tell us something?"
"No, he would call." Both women cautiously draw their weapons, keeping them out of sight as Alex heads to the door. "Who is it?" She asks, peering into the peep hole, and seeing their neighbor.
"I have something for you," is the answer from the other side of the door.
"No, thank you. Whatever it is," Alex answers, only to have the door burst back and knock her over. Darcey jumps to her feet, but is thrown back down by a blast of air.
"Looks like I found most wanted numbers 4 and 5." The neighbor, a small mousy looking man, dressed in tweed and corduroy, says.
"Do we know you?" Darcey asks, moving to check on Alex.
"No. But you know my boss, and he is not happy with you. Not at all. What were you thinking, running from us?"
Alex reaches up, wiping a bit of blood from her hairline. "We aren't running. We're hunting."
"Tsk, tsk," the angel answers. "You shouldn't lie to angels, you know. It's a sin." He points at Darcey, and she grimaces in pain.
"We are not lying," she manages to gasp out.
"Oh? Then what are these for?" he asks, picking up a handful of hex bags, throwing them at the women.
"You have to know you aren't the only ones looking for the Winchesters. We're protecting ourselves," Alex answers, only to be met with pain.
"Would you like to know how Zachariah chose you two? I'm going to tell you. There is a prophet, writing the Gospel of Winchester. And you two are mentioned in it. Oh, it's very briefly, and most readers would just gloss over it, but you had to be there for a reason." He makes a squeezing motion, and both women gasp again.
Lying on her side, Alex fumbles with her phone, trying to press the redial button. Darcey senses what she is doing, and tries to draw the angel's attention toward her.
"And what reason would that be?"
"To be used," he answers. "You will be sorry you ran. You should have accepted being pawns. Now, you will be examples." He reaches out, grasping Darcey's shoulder, shooting pain down her arm and through her sides. She tries unsuccessfully to bite back the scream in her throat, but it escapes, causing Alex to cover her ears. "I am one lucky angel, finding you like this. Now, where are the Winchesters?"
"No where you will find them," Castiel says over the small man's shoulder, stabbing him through the heart. The dead angel collapses to the floor, causing Darcey to drop as well. "You need to get out of here," he says to the two women, bending over to pick up the passed out Darcey.
"How did he find us?" Alex manages to ask while quickly gathering their things. A dead body and screaming women were sure to draw the attention of others.
"My guess would be he was watching demon signs, and looking in places the Winchesters would hide. When you find Sam and Dean, tell them that this is far worse than I had imagined."
"Castiel, thank you." Alex thought about hugging the angel standing in front of her, but he didn't look like he would know what to do with a hug.
