As the car pulled in slowly to the driveway of the church, Alex pulled just as slowly on the dagger strapped to his belt. Faith shot him a glance out of the corner of her eye. A glance that Alex hadn't seen for a while. She trusted these hunters. Not sure why, but I've been with her long enough to trust her instincts. He gently slid the blade back into its sheath and sighed. No matter how long he'd been with her, every so often she did something that threw him completely off balance.
They closed the car doors softly, the way they always did. Alex was pretty sure Faith would have no problem causing damage to him equal to anything he caused to her precious vehicle. Their eyes met across the roof, determined. It was all business now. Alex turned to his right and saw the Winchester's exchanging words. They were too far away for him to hear anything, but one glance at Faith showed she was listening intently to their hushed words.
"Go with Dean, I'll follow Sam." No questioning her when she had that tone in her voice. He turned back toward the brothers and watched as they parted. Sam heading to the house, Dean to the church. Alex took a moment to check his knife was where he left it, then looked up. Faith had already caught up with Sam and was opening the front door. Dean had walked through the door to the church and was out of sight. Alex started to walk toward the building when something caught his eye. Movement.
A shape was making it's way toward the church, following Dean. Careful to soften his footfalls, Alex pressed forward. His feet were barely audible as he edged closer to the figure ahead of him. His fingers curled around the hilt of the blade at his waist, pulling ever so slightly at the leather grip. The metal slid effortlessly from its rest, glinting in the moonlight. His fingers tightened, ready for his next move. Ready for that moment. But then the figure stretched out a hand, grasping the handle to the church door. He faltered. The face turned toward him, caught in the moonlight. A face he recognised.
