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I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex or any other original characters) and I do not own any of the storylines.
Chapter 11
Alex stepped into the motel room holding two bags of food from Sonic and a tray full of coffee. She shut the motel room door with her foot and walked over to the table, setting the bags of food and the tray of coffee down. She grabbed one cup of coffee and sipped it, sighing as the warmth hit her throat. She then realized that neither Sam nor Dean had gotten up to grab their food yet. She turned to see them sitting on one of the beds, not looking over at her.
"Whoa, what's going on? Usually, you two are knocking me down to get to the food."
She walked over to them and sat down between her two brothers. Sam took her cup of coffee from her hands and set it down on the nightstand beside him, Alex looking confused.
"Lex, we've been thinking that maybe…"
Dean trailed off then and looked over at Sam. Alex looked at Sam too, her forehead still scrunched together with confusion. Sam sighed and looked at the bedspread as he spoke.
"Maybe you should go back home and stay safe."
"What?"
Alex stood up from the bed quickly and turned to face them.
"We just don't think that it's very safe," said Dean.
"Nothing is safe for me anymore! My mom died in my nursery, I was raped in high school and I was almost killed by a vengeful spirit and a wendigo!"
Alex pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as her eyes filled with tears.
"We just want you to be normal," said Dean.
"I think that it's a little too late for normal," said Alex.
"Alex? Will you please do this for us?" pleaded Sam, his expression pained due to the tears he saw in her eyes.
"Leave? You want me to leave?"
Alex grabbed her duffel bag from under her bed and threw her clothes in it quickly, Dean and Sam silent as they watched her. She slung the bag over her shoulder and looked at them, her tears falling freely.
"I don't want to hear from either one of you ever again. Just stay out of my life for good."
She walked over to the motel room door, wrenching it open roughly.
"Alex, wait. Let me give you some money to get home," said Dean.
He pulled a large pile of bills out of his jean pocket and placed it into Alex's palm, closing her fingers over it.
"I love you, little sister. This is only for the best."
Dean kissed her forehead and Alex let a few more tears escape.
"Well, I learned from the best how to leave. Right, Sam?"
Sam winced at her remark. Alex walked out the door, slamming the door closed behind her. Sam flinched at the door slamming and he ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it in frustration.
"That went fucking great," said Dean sarcastically.
The taxi pulled to a stop outside of an apartment building in Lawrence, Kansas. Alex leaned over the console and placed a few twenty-dollar bills in the cab driver's open palm.
"Thanks."
She climbed out of the car, her duffel bag in her hand. She watched the cab drive away and she sighed, looking up at her building. She wiped away a few tears that had escaped and pushed open the apartment building's front doors. Once upstairs and at her apartment's front door, Alex stuck her key into her apartment door, turning the doorknob once it was fully unlocked. The door opened slowly and Alex pulled the key out of the door, sticking it into her back pocket. She looked around the apartment. Nothing had changed from when she had left with Sam and Dean a while ago. Her mail was strewn all over her counter, piles of clothes on the floor. Alex threw her duffel bag onto the floor beside her bed and shut her apartment door, locking it. She fell onto her bed and glanced at the nightstand. A picture of Sam, Dean, and herself was sitting on it. Alex was sandwiched in between Sam and Dean in the picture and they were kissing her cheek on either side while Alex was laughing. Alex looked at it before breaking down into sobs.
"Dean-" began Sam, glancing at his brother who hadn't moved from the bed since Alex had left three hours ago.
"Not now, Sammy."
Sam sighed and looked over at his brother.
"Dean, Alex will be fine. She'll be safe. We did the right thing. Now, let's find a job to keep us busy so we won't worry about her. As much."
Dean sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, sitting up on his bed.
"You're right. Let's do it."
Alex wiped her nose as her sobs finally began to slow. She looked at the picture one last time before flipping it face down on her white nightstand. She stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her mascara was now smeared all over her cheeks.
"Okay, you can do this. Get yourself cleaned up and then go and find a job."
Alex walked into her small bathroom after her pep talk to herself and grabbed her makeup, reapplying it.
Sam sat outside of a bar, looking down at the local paper for any sort of mysterious deaths. Sam turned the page as Dean walked out of the bar, holding some cash he had acquired.
"You know, we could get day jobs once in a while," said Sam.
"The pay is crap."
Dean began counting his money.
"Yeah, but hustling pool? It's not very honest."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not too bad at it, but Alex…"
Dean trailed off, his face contorted in pain.
"Anyway, there might be something in Oklahoma. A man supposedly died from mad cow disease."
Sam set the paper down on the hood of the Impala in front of Dean.
"So he ate a bad burger. Why is this our kind of thing?"
"Mad cow takes months to damage your brain. This guy's took an hour."
"Okay, then. Oklahoma it is."
Dean stuck his newly acquired money into his jacket pocket and climbed into the car, Sam following.
Alex entered her apartment after her afternoon of successful job searching. She took off her leather jacket and threw it on the back of one of the dining room chairs in her kitchen. She smiled.
"I got a job!" she yelled into the emptiness of her apartment.
She pulled out her phone and scrolled down to Dean's number, ready to call him and tell him the good news. Her thumb hovered over the call button. Finally, she sighed and shut her phone, putting it back into her pocket. She peeled off her jeans and nice blouse and began looking through her drawers for pajamas. She opened a bottom drawer in her dresser and found Sam and Dean's old clothes. She grabbed a pair of Dean's boxers and one of Sam's Stanford t-shirts, slipping them on. She rolled the boxers up a few times since they were so big, but she left the shirt alone. She curled up onto her bed and inhaled Sam's scent through his shirt, crying herself to sleep.
Dean pulled the car to a stop outside of the gas company where the victim had worked. Sam and he got out and walked over to a man who was working.
"Travis Reever?" asked Dean.
The man looked over at them.
"Yes, that's me."
"Are you the Travis that worked with Uncle Dusty?" asked Sam.
"Dustin never mentioned nephews."
"Really? Well, he sure mentioned you."
Travis grinned sadly.
"We wanted to ask you what exactly happened out there," said Sam.
"Uh, I'm not sure actually. He fell in the sinkhole and I went to get some rope. By the time I got back, he was gone."
"What did you see?"
"Just…nothing."
"No wounds?" asked Sam.
"He was bleeding from the eyes, ears, and nose. That was it."
"Do you think that it could be this whole Mad Cow thing?" asked Dean.
"I don't know."
"Can you maybe tell us where this happened?" asked Sam.
Travis nodded and headed into the building, Sam and Dean following.
Dean pulled into a suburb being built about an hour later. The two brothers saw the caution tape and parked the car across the street from it. They ducked under the tape and found the sinkhole that Travis had mentioned, looking down into it.
"Looks like there's only room for one. You going?" asked Dean.
"Dean, we have no idea what's down there."
"Alright, I'll go if you're scared."
Dean grabbed a hose from beside him and dragged it over to the rather small sinkhole.
"Flip the damn coin," said Sam.
Dean chuckled, but reached into his pocket and grabbed a coin. He tossed it in the air, but Sam caught it on its way back down.
"I'm going."
He wrapped the hose around himself and handed the remaining part to Dean.
"Don't drop me," warned Sam, giving Dean a very stern look.
Back on the road later, Dean was driving while Sam inspected a few dead insects that he had found in the sinkhole.
"So, you found some beetles," said Dean.
Sam said nothing, still looking down at the dead beetles in his palms.
"In a hole, in the ground. Shocking, Sam."
Sam sighed, looking over at his brother.
"There were no tunnels, no tracks. Some beetles do eat meat. Usually dead meat, but-"
"How many did you find?"
"Ten."
Sam looked at the two beetles that he had kept.
"It would take a lot more than that to eat someone's brain," said Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe there were more."
"Sounds like a stretch to me."
"We need more information."
"And I know exactly where to start."
Dean slowed his car down and nodded towards a large sign that read "Neighborhood BBQ." Dean parked the Impala in front of the house with all of the other cars in front of it and climbed out, Sam right behind him. Dean knocked on the front door and a middle-aged man answered the door with a bright smile on his face.
"Welcome!"
"Is this the neighborhood barbeque?" asked Dean.
"Yes. I'm Larry, the developer here. And you are?"
Dean shook Larry's hand and then Larry shook Sam's hand.
"I'm Dean. This is Sam."
"Good to meet you."
Larry looked at them, still smiling brightly.
"So, are you two are interested in living in Oasis Plains?"
"Um, yes, sir," lied Dean, nodding slowly.
"Well, we accept homeowners of any sexual orientation," said Larry.
Sam stifled a laugh with a bright smile.
"Oh, we're brothers," said Dean, his face surprised.
"Our father's getting older and we're just looking for a place for him," said Sam.
"Great. Seniors are welcome, too. Come on in."
Larry stepped aside while Dean and Sam walked into his open house.
Alex entered work the next morning, walking behind the counter of the local diner.
"Hey, you must be the new girl. I'm Betsy."
A skinny brunette girl shook Alex's hand and Alex returned the gesture.
"So, why are you in Kansas?" asked Betsy, starting the coffee pot that sat directly on the counter.
"Well, I grew up here actually. I just came back because… well, it's a long story."
"I'll just wait to hear it at a different time. Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask me. I think you'll be just fine though, sugar."
Betsy smiled at Alex before she made her way over to the first customers of the day.
"I sure hope so," whispered Alex to herself.
Larry led the way out to his huge backyard where people were mingling with one another, drinks in hand.
"So, you said you're the developer?" asked Sam.
"Yes. About a year ago, there was nothing here. And now…"
Larry smiled and swept his hand across his rather large backyard to demonstrate what was there now.
"Actually, this is my house. The first family in Oasis Plains."
A very petite blonde woman walked up to Larry, kissing his cheek. Sam cringed, thinking of Alex since she was also small and blonde. Larry put his arm around the woman's waist.
"This is my wife, Joni."
Joni smiled brightly and shook both Sam and Dean's hands.
"Joni, this is Sam and Dean," said Larry.
He looked at the boys.
"I'll be right back. Honey, tell them how much you love the place."
Larry gave them one last smile before he left, walking over to talk to a man in a sharp looking business suit.
"This is truly a great place to live," said Joni.
Sam and Dean nodded and smiled at her as another woman approached them as well.
"Hi, I'm Linda Bloom, head of sales."
Joni smiled and walked away from the two brothers then.
"I take it you two are interested in owning a home," said Linda, looking between the two of them.
"Yes," answered Sam.
"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any sexual orientation."
Linda smiled at them while Dean chuckled under his breath and Sam scratched the back of his head in discomfort.
"I'm going to go talk to Larry. 'Kay, honey?"
Dean walked away, smacking Sam on the ass as he left. Sam jumped and turned to glare at Dean, who just laughed. Sam turned back to Linda, forcing a smile.
Larry and Dean entered Larry's house a few minutes later, looking around.
"You can have carpet, hardwood or tile," said Larry, motioning to the floor.
Dean nodded and looked around the place, noticing two jars of dead bugs on an end table by the couch. Larry looked towards where Dean was looking and sighed.
"My son. He's into insects. He's very inquisitive."
"Huh," said Dean, his gaze still focused on the bugs in the two glass jars.
Sam barely listened to Linda as she droned on. He was looking around at the other occupants of the party subtly so that Linda wouldn't notice.
"I mean, who can say no to a steam shower? I use mine every day!"
Sam looked at Linda's face and forced a bright, fake smile.
"Sounds great."
"You also have three different floors to choose from…"
Linda kept on talking, not noticing that a tarantula was crawling toward her hand that was resting on the picnic table. Sam saw it and looked over Linda's shoulder discretely to see a teenage boy watching the tarantula's progress intently, licking his lips.
"Excuse me," said Sam, excusing himself from Linda's conversation.
He gently moved Linda aside and picked up the tarantula. He walked over to the boy.
"Is this yours?"
Sam held out the hand that now had the large spider resting on it.
"Are you gonna tell my dad?" asked the kid.
"I don't know. Who's your dad?"
The teenager rolled his eyes, sighing.
"Larry usually skips me in the family introductions."
The kid gently took the spider from Sam's palm and now held it in his own.
"Ouch. First name basis with the old man."
Sam's face softened and he gently placed his hand on the kid's shoulder.
"Hang in there. It gets better, I promise."
"When?"
"Matthew?"
Sam and the kid turned around to see Larry and Dean walking towards them.
"I'm so sorry about my son and his pet," said Larry once he had reached Sam and Matthew.
"It's no bother," said Sam.
Larry forced out a toothy smile and placed his hands firmly onto his son's shoulders.
"Well, excuse us."
Larry then grabbed Matthew by the elbow and dragged him across his back lawn and into the house. Sam looked over at Dean.
"Remind you of someone?"
Dean looked at Larry and Matthew through the back window, then looked over at Sam.
"Dad?" offered Sam.
"Dad never treated us like that," said Dean.
Sam laughed.
"You were perfect. Alex was his only little girl. He was all over my case."
Dean went silent.
"Anyway, how was your tour?"
"Oh, excellent."
Dean lowered his voice and leaned in closer to Sam.
"Dustin's not the only strange death. A couple of surveyors dropped dead about a year ago. Severe allergic reaction to bee stings."
"More bugs," stated Sam.
Dean nodded, leaning away from Sam then.
Alex walked up the stairs to her third floor apartment, looking through her mail as she walked. She suddenly ran into something hard and she fell to the floor, her mail flying everywhere around the landing of the stairs.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry," said a deep male voice.
Alex looked up then, ready to tell the guy off, but stopped when she saw how cute he was. He had shaggy blondish-brownish hair that fell to just above his eyebrows and he was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the rock band Poison pictured on it. He was muscular, his biceps flexing as he collected all of her mail that had fallen onto the floor. Alex licked her lips unknowingly and stood up from her crouch slowly, the guy standing up with her as well. He handed her all of her mail that she had dropped and Alex stuck it under her arm. She looked into his eyes and saw that he had bright blue eyes and a very chiseled jaw that she suddenly had the urge to bite and then lick.
"I'm really sorry about that," he said sheepishly.
"No, don't even worry about it. I'm Alex."
She stuck out her hand and the guy shook it strongly.
"I'm Kellan. I just moved in to Apartment 3B."
He nodded toward the door that he had just come out of.
"Well, I live in 4B. Looks like we're neighbors," said Alex, smiling brightly.
Kellan looked her over quickly and smiled.
"That might not be a bad thing."
Alex smiled bigger and brighter, suddenly realizing that she was still holding his hand. She quickly released it and looked down at the floor, Kellan smirking down at her.
"Well, I'm going out to meet some of my coworkers, but I guess I'll see you around?" said Kellan, an eyebrow raised with question.
Alex nodded and began to walk toward her door backwards so that she could still see him.
"Yeah, I'll see you around, Kellan."
Alex gave him a small wave of her fingers and Kellan smiled, turning around and walking down the stairs while whistling happily. Alex unlocked her door and walked inside, smiling the whole time.
Sam was in the driver's seat of the Impala while Dean was relaxing in the passenger seat, looking out of his window as they passed other suburban houses.
"I've heard of killer bees, but beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" asked Dean.
"Hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations," said Sam, looking at the dark road ahead.
"I didn't see any evidence whatsoever of ghost activity."
"Yeah, me either."
Sam sighed and hung his hand out of his open window.
"Maybe they're being controlled by something," offered Dean after a few beats of silence.
"There are cases of psychic connection between animals and people."
"Larry's kid. You think that it's him?"
"Anything is possible."
Dean looked out of his window again and hit Sam's arm after they passed a few more houses.
"Pull over here."
Sam obliged, pulling into the driveway of an empty house. He shut off the car and watched as Dean opened the garage door.
"I want to try the steam shower. Come on."
Sam sighed, but started the Impala up once more and pulled into the garage. Dean waited until Sam had pulled the car all the way inside of the garage before shutting the garage door and running inside the house.
The next morning, Sam walked down the hallway and banged on the bathroom door. He glanced down and saw steam seeping out from under the door and he banged on it once more.
"Dean, a police call came in on the scanner. Some woman was found dead three blocks from here, come on."
Dean whipped open the white bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his head and waist.
"That shower is awesome!"
Dean grinned like a small child on Christmas and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Come on."
Sam turned around and walked back down the hallway, Dean shutting the bathroom door to change into his clothes.
Dean pulled the Impala up to the new victim's house. He parked it in the next-door neighbor's driveway and then he and Sam climbed out, shielding themselves from the rain. They huddled under Dean's single umbrella and walked up to Larry.
"Hello. You're back early," said Larry.
"We wanted to take another look at the neighborhood. What's going on?" asked Dean.
Larry sighed sadly, glancing behind him to see the EMT's zipping up a black body bag.
"You met Linda Bloom at the barbeque? The realtor?"
Dean and Sam nodded, still looking over at Larry.
"She, um, passed away last night."
Sam raised his eyebrows with surprise and shock.
"What happened?" asked Dean.
"We're still trying to figure all of that out. I'm sorry, but this isn't a good time. Excuse me."
Larry walked away from them and up to the front door of the dead realtor's house, leaving Sam and Dean on the sidewalk.
"You know what we have to do right?" asked Dean, looking at Sam.
"Yeah, get in that house and see if we've got a bug problem."
The police finally pulled away from the crime scene a few hours later and Dean and Sam climbed the privacy fence. Dean opened a window on the side of the house, entering first. Sam followed and closed the window once they were both safely inside.
"Looks like the place," said Dean, following the blood trail on the carpet.
It led him to the bathroom where he crouched down and picked up a towel. Three dead spiders fell out of it and Dean jumped back.
"Spiders. From spider boy?" asked Dean, looking behind him at Sam who was standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Matt's his name. And maybe."
Sam shrugged his broad shoulders.
Alex walked over to her last table of the night. The customer had just walked in and Alex was the last worker there, Betsy having left a half hour earlier. She just wanted to go home. She approached the table and looked at the occupant of the booth.
"Well, if it isn't my neighbor," said Kellan, smiling up at her.
Alex smiled back at him and sat across from him in the booth.
"How did you find me here?"
"I didn't. I just came in for some coffee and you just happened to be my waitress."
"Do you still want that coffee?" asked Alex.
"Yes..."
Alex quickly stood up to go make some coffee, but Kellan gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She looked down at where he was touching her, feeling the warmth of his skin on hers.
"But I want to have it when you're not working."
"Like on a date?" asked Alex, her teeth attaching to her bottom lip to bite it.
Kellan watched her bite her lip for a few minutes until Alex cleared her throat to get his attention. Kellan shook his head and looked back into her eyes.
"Yes, exactly like a date."
Alex smiled brightly.
"Okay. When?"
"Um, tomorrow? At like seven?"
"Sounds good. Pick me up at eight?" asked Alex.
Kellan laughed at her confidence in changing the time, but nodded.
"Sure."
"See you then," said Alex.
Kellan stood up and let go of her wrist, Alex suddenly missing his warmth.
"Right. See you later then."
Kellan walked back outside into the pouring rain and Alex watched him cross the street. She sighed and locked the diner door, beginning to clean the place up.
Sam and Dean watched Matt hop off of his school bus the next afternoon and walk away from his neighborhood.
"Isn't that his house behind us?" asked Dean, watching as Matt disappeared behind the neighborhood.
Sam nodded slowly.
"Then where's he going?"
Sam climbed out of the Impala, Dean following his lead as they slowly and quietly followed Matt. They followed Matt to an open, wooded area.
"Hey, Matt. Remember me?" asked Sam.
Matt slowly turned around to face them, his eyes trained on the praying mantis he held gently on his hand.
"What are you doing out here?" asked Matt.
"We want to talk to you," answered Dean.
"You're not here to buy a house, are you?"
Matt looked between the two of them. Dean avoided the question.
"You sure know a lot about insects. Do you know what happened to Linda, the realtor?"
Matt looked over at Dean.
"I heard that she died this morning."
"That's right. Spider bites."
"Matt, you tried to scare her with a spider," said Sam softly.
Matt laughed humorlessly.
"You think that I had something to do with that? That tarantula was a joke. If you're blaming me for her death, then how do you explain the gas company guy?"
"You know about that?" asked Sam incredulously with his eyebrows now raised.
"There's something weird going on around here," said Matt.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder and let the praying mantis crawl back onto a small tree branch at his eye level.
"Let me show you something."
He walked further into the woods, Sam and Dean following.
"So if you know about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?" asked Sam.
"I've tried, but Larry doesn't listen to me."
"Why not?"
"He's too disappointed in his freak son."
"I hear you," said Sam, shoving a low-hanging tree branch out of his face.
"You do?" asked Dean, looking over at Sam.
Sam ignored Dean's response.
"Matt, how old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"In two years, you'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad."
"What kind of advice is that? He should stay with his family," argued Dean, stepping over a large tree branch that was resting on the ground.
Suddenly, they came to a very green and empty clearing.
"I've been keeping track of our insect population for part of a class," said Matt.
"So what's been happening?" asked Sam.
"An awful lot. It's like they're congregating here."
"Why?" asked Dean.
"I don't know."
Matt shook his head while Sam looked around and noticed that the ground was darker in a certain place.
"What's that?"
Sam pointed over to the darker spot of the ground. Matt shrugged and Dean crouched down to inspect it. Sam and Matt looked on over his shoulder. Dean stepped on the dark patch of ground and it fell into the rest of the earth. He grabbed a large, long stick and poked around in the hole that was now there. He hit something hard after only a few seconds.
"There's something down there."
Dean rolled up his shirt sleeves and reached into the medium sized hole, digging around and bringing up a decomposed human skull. Both Sam and Matt looked disgusted at Dean's findings.
Dean pulled into a parking space at the local university only an hour later. Sam set his hooded sweatshirt over the top of the box and walked with Dean toward the college.
"So the question is, why bugs?" asked Sam.
"How could you tell Matt to just ditch his family like that?" asked Dean out of the blue.
Sam sighed, frustrated.
"Because I know exactly what that kid's going through."
"How about telling him to respect his old man?"
Sam turned to face his older brother.
"This isn't about his old man, is it? You think that I didn't respect Dad."
"Forget I brought it up," said Dean, walking forward once more.
Sam caught up to him quickly.
"I respected him. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. Dean, you know what most dads are when their kid gets a full ride? Proud."
"I remember that fight."
Sam sighed sadly, deciding that his brother was no help. They walked in silence for a few more steps.
"He used to swing by Stanford whenever he could. Alex even went with him sometimes," said Dean quietly.
"What?" asked Sam, his eyebrows raised and his voice suddenly an octave higher with his total and complete surprise.
"Come on. We're going to be late."
Dean jogged up the stone stairs to the college university's large front doors while Sam sighed, following behind him.
"You two are students?" asked the anthropologist that Sam and Dean were now meeting with at the university.
Sam nodded and the professor looked into the now uncovered box.
"This is quite an interesting find you made."
He sat back down in his leather chair and looked up and over at both Sam and Dean.
"I'd say that they're 170 years old. They suggest Native American."
"Were there any tribes on the land?" asked Sam.
"Not according to history. But the relocation of tribes was quite common then."
"Are there any local legends?"
"There's a tribe about sixty miles from here. One of them might know the truth," offered the professor.
Sam and Dean walked into a local diner about an hour later and saw an older, Native American man sitting in a vinyl leather booth. They walked over to him slowly.
"Have you heard of Oasis Plains? If so, what can you tell us about the history there?" asked Sam, sitting down across from the man as he asked him his question.
"Why do you want to know?" asked the man, his face hard and very serious.
"Something bad is going on there. We think that it might have something to do with some old bones that we found there."
"Native Americans lived there two hundred years ago. One day, an American cowboy came to relocate them. They were resistant. That night, the cowboy murdered. The next day, he came again and again. On the sixth night, he came one last time and by day, everyone was dead. They say, as the chief lay dying, he said that no white man would take over his land again. That nature would rise to protect it."
Alex heard a knock on her apartment door and glanced over at her digital clock. She smirked when she saw that it read exactly eight o'clock. She ran and opened the door, grabbing onto Kellan's shoulder to balance herself as she slipped on her left shoe. Once her black flat was on, she let go of his shoulder and looked up at him. He was looking at her intently and Alex cocked her head to the side, confused.
"Do I look okay? I mean, I can change…"
She turned back around and began stepping back into her apartment, but Kellan grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. Her hands rested on his chest as she looked up at him.
"No, you look perfect. And beautiful."
He began to lean his head toward hers, but Alex swiftly pulled away and stepped around him, shutting her door.
"Let's go and get some coffee."
Alex sat down at a booth in the back of the coffee shop, Kellan sitting across from her. He opened a sugar packet and dumped it into his coffee, Alex wrinkling her nose. Kellan noticed and smiled warmly.
"You don't like sugar in your coffee?"
"Nope."
Alex sipped her black coffee.
"Mmm, delicious."
Kellan laughed and Alex smiled warmly.
"So, tell me about you," said Kellan, leaning back and putting his arm on the back of the booth.
"Okay. Well, I have two brothers. One is older and the other is my twin. We're, um, not on speaking terms currently."
"Well, what about your parents?"
"Um, my mom died when I was six months old and my dad is, um, traveling around the country currently," lied Alex.
"Interesting. Why don't you talk to your brothers?"
"I don't really want to talk about it, honestly. It just happened recently and it's still a pretty gaping wound."
Alex looked down at the table and Kellan lifted her chin with his hand, making her look up at him.
"I understand. I'll know all about it in due time, I hope."
Alex smiled brightly at him and Kellan smiled back warmly.
Dean sped toward Larry's house, Sam talking to Matt on his cell phone.
"Matt, you have to get your family out of your house right now."
"What? Why?" asked Matt, very confused on the other end of the call.
"Something's coming."
"More bugs?"
"Yeah, a lot more."
"What am I supposed to tell my dad?"
"Tell him that you have a sharp pain in your right side and need to go to the hospital immediately."
"Yeah, alright."
Sam hung up, throwing his phone in his seat while Dean stepped on the accelerator.
Dean threw the car into park in Larry's driveway only a few minutes later.
"Damn it, they're still here. Come on."
Sam and Dean got out of the car very quickly and walked up to the front door, Larry opening it and looking incredibly livid.
"Get off my property or I'm calling the cops."
"Dad, they're only trying to help," said Matt from directly behind Larry.
"Sir, you need to get your family and go," said Sam, only looking at Larry.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but you're crazy."
"Dad, they're right. Why won't you listen to me?" yelled Matt.
"People have died here. Do you want to take that risk with your own family?" asked Dean.
"Wait."
Sam held up a palm to silence everyone. A faint buzzing sound could be heard and it was only getting closer.
"What the hell?"
Larry turned around and saw multiple bugs hitting the streetlights. Matt pointed up towards a large formation of all kinds of bugs that could be seen in the moonlight as they quickly approached the house.
"Alright, everyone in the house," said Dean.
Larry and Matt entered the house first, Sam and Dean following directly behind them. Sam slammed the front door closed behind all four of them.
"Honey, what's that noise?" asked Joni, looking over at her husband.
"I need towels," yelled Dean.
Larry ran into his large kitchen, grabbing multiple towels from a drawer. He ran back to the foyer and handed them to Dean. Dean stuffed one under the front door and stood up. Suddenly, all of the electricity went out.
"I think that we need to move upstairs," said Sam.
Dean walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of bug spray off of the acrylic counter. He walked back into the foyer just as multiple swarms of bugs began swarming into the house through the fireplace. Dean grabbed his lighter and sprayed the bug spray, setting it on fire as they headed up the stairs to the attic.
"What's that?" asked Joni, pointing to the wood above their heads in the attic.
The wood was slowly moving.
"Termites," answered Matt.
"Alright, everyone, get back," said Dean, pushing the family behind him and Sam.
They all watched as the termites created a hole in the roof. Dean covered it up as Sam walked over to cover the next one that had been created. When he was done, he stepped in front of the family, using himself as a human shield.
"Fuck," muttered Dean as the bug spray then ran out. He threw it across the room and ran over to stand in front of the family with Sam. They cowered, ready for the bugs, but suddenly, it was dawn. The termites and the other bugs disappeared as quickly as they had come and Sam looked at Dean with immense relief.
Sam walked over to Matt by the trash bins later that next morning, seeing that he was throwing away his bug collection.
"What's this?" asked Sam.
"I don't know. They kind of weird me out now."
Matt shrugged while Sam laughed and clapped Matt on the back.
"Yeah, I should hope so."
Sam went back and sat down on the hood of the Impala with Dean, waving as Matt, Larry, and Joni pulled away in their U-Haul and drove off down the long street. Sam sighed before turnring around to face his older brother.
"I want to find Dad," said Sam.
"Yeah, me too."
"I want to apologize to him."
Dean looked over at his little brother.
"We'll find him. Now, let's hit the road."
Dean climbed into the car, Sam following his lead.
"I had a really great time tonight," said Alex, looking up at Kellan.
Alex was leaning against her apartment door, her back resting against it. Kellan stood in front of her, one of his hands placed above her head and resting on the front door of her small apartment. His other hand reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
"Me, too."
Alex looked into his eyes as his head lowered down to hers slowly. She tilted her head to give him better access as he placed a kiss on her lips gently. After a few more seconds, Alex opened her wide, pink lips and Kellan slid his tongue inside of her warm mouth, their tongues immediately battling for dominance. Alex grabbed his hair and slightly pulled on it, causing him to groan into her mouth. Alex smiled warmly as she pulled away, her hands falling away from his hair. She kissed him slowly and gently one last time before opening the front door of her apartment. She stepped inside and turned to face him once more.
"I'll see you around then?" she asked him.
Kellan smiled and leaned down to her as Alex stepped forward a few more steps, kissing him gently.
"Absolutely," he said against her lips.
Alex smiled and playfully pushed him away gently.
"I need to go to sleep. I do have to work tomorrow, you know."
Kellan rolled his bright blue eyes, but stepped into the hallway.
"I do, too, actually. Goodnight, Alex."
He stuck his hands into his jeans pockets and walked down the hall to his apartment. Alex watched him unlock his door and enter his own apartment before she shut and locked her door, smiling warmly as she got herself ready to go to sleep.