This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think! I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.
Chapter 25
AC/DC's "Back in Black" was blaring through the Impala's speakers as Sam, Dean, and Alex cruised down the road. Dean was grinning from ear to ear.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr," said Dean.
He took one hand from the wheel and gently rubbed the newly restored Impala's dashboard. Alex rolled her eyes and Sam smiled.
"Just get a room already," said Alex.
"Don't listen to her, baby. She doesn't understand," said Dean, still rubbing his hand over the dashboard.
"Right. How far until we get to Montana?" asked Alex.
"About 300 miles," said Sam.
Alex sighed and laid down on the backseat. Sam looked out the window at passing scenery as Dean stepped on the gas.
They were in the city of Red Hatch, Montana a few hours later. Dean, Alex, and Sam were sitting in the police chief's office, posing as reporters. Sam and Dean had on nice suits while Alex was wearing a pencil skirt and a ruffled white blouse.
"The murder investigation is ongoing and that's all that I can say to the press currently," said the police chief.
"Right, but just for the record, you found the first head last week?" asked Sam.
The chief nodded slowly.
"And the second one, Christina Flanagan was found…"
"Two days ago."
A knock sounded on the police chief's open door. They all looked up at the disruption. A woman looked at the chief and tapped her wrist, indicating the time. The chief nodded and the siblings turned back around to face him.
"Sorry, your time's up," said the chief.
"What about the cattle?" asked Dean.
"Excuse me?" asked the chief, leaning forward in his chair.
His mustached quivered in anger at Dean's question.
"The cattle, split open, drained."
"What about 'em?"
"You don't think that there's a connection?" asked Alex.
"With what?" asked the chief.
"The murders," stated Sam.
"No, none at all. Now get out of my office."
The Winchesters stood up and filed out of the office.
The Winchesters walked into the morgue. They were there to inspect the victims for any sort of odd markings. A young man was sitting at the front desk when they entered. He looked up at them and glared. Dean sighed.
"Be right back," said Alex.
She pushed past her brothers and walked up to the front desk. Sam and Dean watched her from the door.
"Hi. What's your name?" asked Alex, batting her long, black eyelashes at the man.
"Josh."
Alex sat down on top of the desk and Josh watched her every move.
"I noticed that the office down the hall is empty," said Alex.
She reached out and grabbed his tie and gently began playing with it.
"Y-yep. Um, Dr. Draken is on vacation," said Josh.
Alex smiled and reached out to touch Josh's chest.
"You know, I've always had this fantasy of doing it in an office," whispered Alex.
She leaned in closer to reach Josh's ear.
"I'll make it good for you," she whispered.
She licked her lips and Josh gulped.
"I'll meet you in there in ten," she said.
Josh jumped out of his chair and ran down the hall into the office. Alex hopped off the desk and walked over to her brothers. She grabbed the keys from off of the desk and threw them over to Dean. He used them to lock the office door and followed his siblings through the door marked "Morgue."
"That was impressive. But I still didn't like it," said Dean.
Sam chuckled.
"Whatever. You just wish that you could do that," said Alex.
She threw him a pair of latex gloves and Sam pulled out the body. There was a box containing the head and Sam held it out to Dean.
"Open it," said Sam.
Dean groaned, but slowly pulled back the lid.
"Poor girl," said Alex, looking down into the open box at the head.
Sam nodded.
"Open the mouth," said Alex.
Dean and Sam both looked at her, their eyebrows raised.
"You've got to make sure there's nothin' in there!"
"You do it," said Sam, looking at Dean.
"No, you do it," said Dean.
Alex rolled her eyes at their banter and grabbed the box from Dean's hands.
"You're a bunch of pussies."
She set the head on a table and opened the mouth. Sam's face turned a slight shade of green and Dean looked away quickly.
"Nope, nothin'," said Alex.
She dropped the girl's lip and turned to face her brothers.
"Wait, I think that I saw something," said Sam.
Dean finally looked back at the head as Sam opened the mouth and pressed on a small bump in the girl's gum. A small fang popped down from the hole in her mouth.
"Vampire fangs? Are you serious?" asked Alex.
Dean let go of the girl's mouth.
"Well, this changes things," said Sam.
"You think?" asked Dean, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
That night, the siblings walked into a slightly crowded bar called Spinner's. Alex wrinkled her nose at the low-lifes that inhabited the place. They were all nursing beers and most leered at her as she passed by them with her brothers. She clung to Sam's side as they walked over to the bar in the corner. The bartender looked up at them as they approached, drying a glass that he held.
"Three beers, please," said Dean.
The bartender grabbed three mugs and filled them to the brim with foaming Miller Lite.
"So, we're lookin' for some people," said Sam.
He slid a fifty-dollar bill across the bar and the bartender stuck it into his pocket.
"They would've moved here about six months ago. Like to drink," said Dean.
"Real night owls," said Alex.
"The McFarland's have been in here a few times. Pretty rowdy, just moved here," offered the bartender.
"Thanks," said Dean.
He led the way over to a table where they sat down to finish their beers.
As Alex clung to Sam's side and Dean led the way through an alley beside the bar, the hair on Alex's arm stood up as if someone was following them. She looked up at Sam, who imperceptibly nodded. They quickly sped up their pace and hung around a corner. A black man entered the alley and the boys jumped out from behind the corner, pinning him against the wall. Dean held a knife to his throat.
"I'm not a vampire," said the man.
He lifted up his lip to reveal a fangless mouth. Dean removed the knife from his throat. He and Sam let go of the man and the man shook off his clothes.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking at them.
The siblings had followed the man to his car. He opened his driver's side door and popped the trunk. Inside the trunk was a pull out rack full of weapons. He pulled it out and Dean's eyes widened at the man's collection.
"So, you're the three Winchesters. You know, I met your old man once. Great hunter."
The man looked up at them.
"I heard that he had passed. I'm sorry. But I hear you fit his shoes well."
"You seem to know a lot about our family," said Alex, her eyes narrowing.
"Well, word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."
The man returned to looking through his weapons. Dean looked at Sam and Alex, shrugging.
"So, those two vampires were yours," stated Sam.
"Sure were."
The man shoved the weapons rack back into his trunk as he nodded and Alex watched his every move earnestly.
"Where's the nest?" asked Dean.
"Look, it was a pleasure to meet y'all. But I'll finish this."
"We could help," said Sam.
"Thanks, but I've got it."
The man shot them a quick smile, his bright white teeth gleaming in the dark. He got into his car and waved to them as he drove away.
At the boat docks around midnight, the Winchesters were hiding around the corner of a building as the man that they had met earlier at Spinner's fought a vampire. Alex held her breath as the man began to lose. As the vampire shoved the man underneath the power saw and turned it on, they quickly rushed out to help. Sam grabbed the man's legs and pulled him out from under the still running saw. At the same time, Dean grabbed the vampire and began beating it with a harpoon. He knocked it under the saw and lowered it to the creature's head. Alex looked away as the vampire's head was chopped off. Dean felt blood spatter onto his face as the vampire was beheaded. Dean turned off the power saw and looked at the people surrounding him.
"Ew," said Alex, looking at his blood covered face.
Dean simply shrugged.
Back at Spinner's bar, the siblings and the man, who was named Gordon Walker, were sitting at a table drinking beer. Dean and Gordon each had a shot and Gordon raised his up in cheers. Dean followed suit and they both quickly threw back their shots. Alex glanced over at Sam. He was leaning back in his chair, looking between Dean and Gordon. Alex stood up from her chair and walked over to him. She knelt down next to his chair.
"You alright?" she asked.
Sam ignored her and continued staring between Gordon and Dean. Alex sighed and stood up. She sat down on Sam's lap, her legs dangling off his lap and her feet not touching the floor. She forced Sam to look at her by grabbing his chin, her nails slightly digging into his face.
"Are you okay?" she asked again.
Sam tried to nod, but couldn't due to Alex's grip on his chin. Alex let go of his chin and he then nodded.
"Lighten' up a little bit, Sammy," said Gordon, glancing over at the two twin siblings.
"My siblings are the only ones that get to call me that," said Sam, his tone full of venom.
"Sorry. I just think that you should have fun with your job," said Gordon.
"Decapitations aren't my idea of fun," said Sam.
"Okay. We're going back to the motel," said Alex.
She stood up and got off of Sam's lap. He stood up as well and followed her.
"See you later," said Dean.
He dug the Impala keys out of his pocket and handed them to Alex. She kissed his cheek, smiled warmly at Gordon, and walked out with Sam, his arm around her shoulders.
"Something I said?" asked Gordon.
"Nah, he just gets that way. They'll be okay. Alex will think of something to do. The twin thing, you know?" said Dean.
Gordon nodded and took a drink from his beer.
Alex and Sam were lying on the floor in their motel room. They were leg wrestling. Alex's head was facing toward one end of the room and Sam's faced the other end. They both were using their right leg.
"One," said Alex and they both lifted up their right leg and brought it back down to the floor.
"Two," said Alex and they repeated the same action as before.
"Three!"
Their legs lifted up once more and intertwined, both of them trying to bring the other's leg to the ground using only their right leg. They both sat up slightly to see what was happening. Sam grabbed Alex's leg with both of his hands and pushed it down to the floor.
"Cheater!" yelled Alex.
They both sat up, laughing.
"Whatever it takes to win," said Sam.
Alex rolled her eyes and stood up.
"I've got to shower."
Sam nodded and Alex entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Sam reached for his cell phone and dialed Ellen's number.
"Ellen? It's Sam."
"Sam! How are you?"
"Good. Um, I was wondering if you've heard of a man named Gordon Walker," asked Sam.
"Yeah," replied Ellen gruffly.
"And?"
"And he's a real good hunter. Why you askin', sweetie?"
"We're, uh, kind of workin' with him," said Sam.
"Don't do that, Sam. He is dangerous to everyone around him. Just let him handle his job and you three move on," said Ellen.
"Ellen…"
"Sam, just listen to what I am telling you."
Alex opened the bathroom door and looked out at Sam.
"Okay. Thanks."
Sam hung up and threw his phone onto a bed.
"Ellen?" asked Alex.
Sam nodded.
"Well, I'm going to get some soda. Want anything?" asked Sam.
"Diet Coke, please," said Alex.
Sam nodded, grabbed a few one-dollar bills off of the bedside table, and headed out the door to the vending machines.
Alex was sitting on one of the two motel room beds as the window above the heater began to slowly open. Sam was still at the vending machines getting the two of them drinks. Alex stood up and backed up into the door, watching as two male vampires crawled through the window and into the room. They narrowed their gaze on her, sneering.
"Get away, you motherfuckers!" yelled Alex as they came towards her.
She punched one of them in the face, but the other one grabbed her around the waist. He threw her into the wall, causing Alex's head to hit the wall and her vision went blurry for a few seconds. The door opened as Alex grabbed her now pounding head.
"Alex!" yelled Sam, rushing over to help her.
One of the vampires grabbed him around the torso and Alex saw him struggle to escape from the two male vampires as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Alex finally came to and saw that she was in a room with Sam. They were tied to chairs that belonged around a dining room table. They had gags in their mouths and a male vampire was looking down at them, sneering. He bared his fangs and began to lower his mouth to Sam's neck when another vampire walked into the room.
"Stop," she said and the male vampire stood up to look over at her.
He stepped away from Sam and the girl vampire walked over to Sam and Alex, removing their gags.
"My name's Lenora. We just want to talk," she said.
Alex rolled her eyes.
"Listen, bitch, you're not the first vampires we've met."
"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans," said Lenora, ignoring Alex's "bitch" comment.
Alex began to struggle against her bonds, trying to break free.
"What is this, some kind of joke?" asked Sam.
"Notice that you're still alive," said Lenora.
Alex stopped struggling and looked over at her.
"We kill animals to get by. No missing locals mean none of us can die."
"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers? They murdered Conrad and then celebrated," said the male vampire who was leaning against the fireplace.
Alex turned her head to look over at him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I can't understand you with your fangs all bared," she said.
He hissed at her and Lenora raised her hand at him.
"Eli, that's enough."
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough," said Alex, smirking.
Eli sneered at her once more and Alex immaturely stuck her tongue out at him.
"We're leaving tonight," said Lenora.
"Then why are we here?" asked Sam.
He looked at Alex, who had begun trying to free herself again.
"We don't want to be followed. We have a right to live," explained Lenora.
"Right, you keep saying that. Give me one good reason why I should believe you," said Sam.
Lenora bent down to his eye level, her hands on the arms of his chair. Sam diverted his gaze, not looking at Lenora.
"Fine. I'm going to let you go."
Sam looked at her. The vampire Eli untied them both and pushed them out the front door and into an old truck. Another vampire joined them in the truck and Eli stepped on the gas pedal, driving them away from the vampires' nest.
Alex and Sam entered the motel room to find Dean and Gordon sitting down at the table. They had maps set out on the table and they were hunched over them. Their heads snapped up and over to the doorway when Sam and Alex entered.
"Dean, can we talk to you alone?" asked Sam.
Dean nodded, got up from his chair, and walked outside with his siblings.
"Where have you two been?" asked Dean.
"In the nest," said Alex.
Sam nodded.
"You found it?"
"They found us, bro," answered Sam.
"How'd you get out? Did you kill any?" asked Dean.
He walked alongside his siblings across the motel parking lot. Sam shrugged.
"None."
"They just let us go," said Alex.
"Where is it?" asked Dean.
"We couldn't see anything," said Sam.
"We did go over that bridge outside of town, but we shouldn't go after 'em," said Alex.
"They're not like other vamps," said Sam.
"You're joking," said Dean.
He stopped walking and looked between Sam and Alex. Their faces were serious.
"No way. We find them and we waste 'em."
Dean began walking back to the motel room and they followed him.
"Why?" asked Alex.
"If it's supernatural, we kill it. That's our job."
"No, it's not. Our job is hunting evil," said Sam.
"Gordon's been hunting them for a year," said Dean.
"Ellen says that Gordon's bad news," said Sam.
"We barely know her," shot back Dean.
"Right and Gordon's such an old friend," said Alex sarcastically.
Dean turned to look at her. He shook his head and continued to the motel room.
"I'm going to that nest."
"Dean…"
Dean turned the doorknob and they all entered the room to find Gordon was no longer there.
"Think he went after 'em?" asked Alex.
"Yep. Come on, I'm driving," said Dean.
They shut the motel room door and Sam locked it. He joined Alex and Dean in the Impala and they headed for the nest.
The Winchesters walked into the farmhouse that was the nest of the vampires. They checked the barn attached to the house first, but found nothing. They entered the house next and stepped into the kitchen. Gordon had Lenora tied to a chair and he held a knife that was dripping with blood in his left hand.
"Gordon. What's going on?" asked Dean.
"Just poisoning Lenora here with some dead man's blood. Grab a knife," said Gordon, his eyes never straying from Lenora's form.
"Gordon, put the knife down," said Sam.
"Step away from her," said Alex.
Gordon nodded and threw the knife in the middle of the dining room table.
"You're right. This bitch will never talk."
Gordon grabbed a machete from his bag that was resting on the corner of the table and held it up.
"I'm letting her go," said Sam.
He walked toward Lenora, but Gordon reached out and put the machete against Sam's chest.
"Gordon, the vamp that killed your sister deserved to die, but this-" began Dean.
"The vampire didn't kill my sister. He turned her. So, I hunted her down and killed her myself," said Gordon.
"You what?" asked Dean.
"She wasn't human anymore. Hunting animals doesn't change what they are. Watch."
Gordon grabbed Alex from behind him and quickly cut a slit on her arm using the machete. He dragged her over to Lenora and held Alex's arm above Lenora's head. He held the machete back towards Sam's throat as Dean held his gun up to Gordon's head. Lenora's fangs came out as Alex's blood dripped onto her face.
"Still think she's worth saving?" asked Gordon.
Alex looked away as Lenora's fangs got longer. Dean watched as Lenora shook her head and looked away. Her fangs retreated. Sam pushed the machete away from his neck quickly and looked over at Gordon. He picked up Lenora and began heading for the door, Dean's gun still trained on Gordon's head.
"Gordon. Don't touch my sister again," said Dean.
Alex walked over to Dean and ducked as Gordon threw a punch at Dean. Dean decked Gordon first and they fell to the ground, Dean punching anywhere on Gordon that he could reach. After a few minutes, Dean finally had Gordon under his arm. He threw him onto a chair and Alex grabbed the ropes, tying Gordon up.
"Gordy, we'll call someone to find you in a few days."
Dean threw his arm around Alex's shoulders and they all walked out the door, leaving Gordon behind them.
At the motel room the next morning, Alex was packing up her duffel bag. She had a bandage wrapped around her arm that had been cut the night before. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, lighting up the room. She zipped up her bag and turned to look at her brothers. Sam was packing up his bag and Dean was sipping from a paper cup of coffee while leaning against the doorframe.
"I wanna go see Mom's grave," said Alex.
She closed her eyes and counted to twenty in her head before opening her eyes again. She looked over at Sam, who had stopped packing and was staring over at her. Dean looked at her like she was crazy.
"Why?" asked Sam.
Alex shrugged.
"Because I've been missing her a lot more than usual. Can we please just do this one thing for me?"
She looked at Dean, her bright blue eyes pleading with him. He sighed, but nodded. Alex blew him a kiss and Sam smiled.
Alex stood at her mother's headstone, Sam by her side. Dean was off wandering around in a different section of the cemetery.
"I miss you, Mom," said Alex.
Her eyes filled with tears and she stepped closer to Sam's side. He wrapped his arm around her and they turned away, heading off to find Dean.
Dean was leaning against the car as Sam and Alex approached from the cemetery.
"I found a hunt," said Dean.
Alex rolled her eyes.
"Really? Here of all places?" asked Sam.
"Yeah. Around this girl's grave, everything is dead and in a perfect circle. She died three days ago. Angela Mason."
"Do we have to do this job?" asked Alex.
"Yes. Her dad's a professor at the local college. Come on."
Alex and Sam begrudgingly got in the car behind Dean and they headed for the local college.
Angela Mason's father heard a knock on his office door as he sat in dim lighting staring at the photos of Angela crowding his desk. He slowly stood up and shuffled over to the door, opening it to reveal Sam, Alex, and Dean.
"Mr. Mason, I'm Alex. These are my brothers, Sam and Dean. We were friends of Angela's."
Mr. Mason smiled sadly.
"Come on in."
He stepped aside to let the three of them in. A few minutes later, Mr. Mason sat behind his desk, looking through photos of Angela with Sam and Alex. Dean was looking at all of the books on Mr. Mason's bookshelves.
"She was beautiful," said Alex, as she set a picture of Angela down on the desk.
Dean pulled a book off of the shelf and held it up.
"This is interesting," he said.
Mr. Mason squinted to see the title.
"It's Ancient Greek. I teach a course," answered Mr. Mason.
Dean nodded and returned the book back to its place on the shelf.
"It must be hard losing someone so close to you," said Dean.
Mr. Mason nodded.
"I'm just lost without her," said Mr. Mason.
"We're very sorry," said Sam.
Alex put her hand on top of Mr. Mason's and Mr. Mason smiled over at her sadly.
That night, Alex was lying in the motel room bed that she shared with Sam. Sam was brushing his teeth while Dean was looking for clues about Angela's death.
"I'm telling you, there's somethin' goin' on here," said Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes as he spit in the sink. Alex watched as Dean got up, stretched, and sat beside her on the bed. She put her hand on his back and rubbed his back. Dean rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands as Alex rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Is this about Mom's grave?" asked Alex.
Dean stiffened and Alex removed her hand from his back. Sam looked at them through the mirror's reflection.
"I mean, you didn't go near it. Maybe you're imagining a hunt so you won't have to think about Mom. Or Dad," said Alex.
She put her hand on Dean's shoulder again and Dean moved away from her touch. Alex flinched and lowered her hand. Dean stood up and grabbed his keys from off of the nearest bedside table.
"Dean, where are you going?" asked Sam.
He turned off the bathroom light and walked over to Alex.
"To get a drink. Alone," answered Dean.
He shrugged on his coat and slammed the door behind him. Sam looked over at Alex, who sighed.
Alex woke up the next morning as sun came streaming in through the windows. She looked over at Dean's bed and saw that it was empty. There was no impression left from a sleeping body, which meant that Dean had not yet come back. She looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was 5:15 AM. She sighed and got up.
"Sam, get up," she whispered.
Sam rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
"Dean back yet?" he asked in a gravelly voice.
Alex shook her head. Sam sighed and stood up. He stretched his arms over his head and walked into the bathroom. Alex got dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt while Sam was in the bathroom. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her cell phone while Sam got dressed. She smiled when she saw that she had one text from Kellan. It read, Good morning beautiful. :)
"You want some coffee?" asked Sam.
Alex looked up from her phone and nodded and Sam walked over to the coffee pot to start brewing some coffee. While he waited for the coffee to be made, Dean finally walked through the door. Alex stood up, her text message from Kellan forgotten for a moment, and Sam looked over at Dean.
"Where have you been?" asked Sam.
"Working my imaginary case," said Dean.
Dean watched Sam pour coffee into cups for Alex and himself before he started speaking again.
"Matt, Angela's boyfriend, killed himself last night."
Alex gasped.
"Did you check his apartment?" asked Sam.
"Pile of dead plants like in the cemetery. Hell, a dead goldfish, too."
Dean pulled a small, pink journal from inside his jacket pocket and held it out to Sam.
"You stole her diary?" asked Sam.
"Yep. And I got the name of her bestest friend in the whole wide world," said Dean.
Sam flipped through the young girl's journal.
"Let's go visit this bestest friend then," said Alex.
She grabbed her cell phone, typing back a quick text message to Kellan, and then she followed her brothers out the door.
The Winchesters were standing on the front porch of Angela's best friend's house. His name was Neil and he looked scared and nervous as he talked to them.
"I didn't know that the college employed grief counselors," said Neil.
"Oh, yeah. We listen, help you out," said Dean.
"Well, I think I'm alright."
Neil began stepping backwards to get inside his house, but Alex spoke.
"You heard about what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" asked Alex.
Neil nodded and looked up at them.
"Yeah, but Matt didn't kill himself out of grief. It was guilt. The night of the accident, Angela caught him with another girl," said Neil.
Sam's eyebrows rose and Alex coughed uncomfortably.
"Anyway, thanks for your concern."
Neil walked inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. The Winchesters walked back to their car silently.
"So, do you think this is over now that Matt's dead?" asked Sam.
"There's only one way to be sure," said Dean.
He looked over at them.
"Burn the bones."
Alex laughed.
"Are you high, Dean?" asked Sam.
"Angela died last week," said Alex.
"So?" asked Dean, his eyebrows raised.
"So, there's not going to be bones. There'll be a rotting body in the coffin," said Sam.
"Since when are you afraid to get dirty?" asked Dean.
Alex made a face of disgust and Sam's face fell.
"Fine. But you're the one doing all the work," argued Alex.
Alex held the flashlight over Sam and Dean as they dug up Angela's body. When Dean's shovel hit something solid, he handed it over to Sam. Sam handed the shovels up towards Alex and she set them down directly beside her. Sam climbed up out of the hole and stood next to Alex as Dean opened the casket's lid. Alex's expression became confused when she saw an empty casket.
"They buried her four days ago," said Dean, sounding confused as well.
Alex jumped down into the hole and pointed to some symbols that were drawn onto the inside of the casket's lid.
"I've seen those before," said Dean.
"Where?" asked Sam.
He reached down and grabbed Alex's hand, yanking her out of the hole that they had dug up. Dean climbed out of it as well as Alex and Sam looked over at him.
"Well?" asked Alex.
"Mr. Mason's office. In that Ancient Greek book," replied Dean.
Dean pounded on the front door of the Mason's home the very next morning.
"Dean, chill out," warned Alex.
Dean raised his hand to knock again, but Mr. Mason opened the door.
"Angela's friends," said Mr. Mason.
"Dr. Mason-" began Sam, but Dean cut his brother off almost immediately.
"We need to talk," said Dean very forcefully.
Mr. Mason opened the door wider to let them all in. Dean entered first and Alex and Sam followed. Dr. Mason shut the front door behind him and followed them into the living room.
Dean grabbed a paper out of his jacket pocket and held it up to Dr. Mason's face.
"What are these?" asked Dean.
Dr. Mason took the paper from him and looked at the symbols written on them. They were the symbols from the coffin's lid.
"I don't understand. You said that this had to do with Angela," said Dr. Mason.
"It does. Please, humor me," shot back Dean.
Dr. Mason looked down at the symbols once more.
"It's Ancient Greek used for necromancy."
"We heard these could even bring back the dead," said Dean.
"Yes, but only according to the legends."
Dr. Mason looked up at Dean. He handed him back the paper full of symbols.
"Look, I get it. There are people I would give anything to see again," said Dean.
"Dean!" yelled out Alex and Sam.
"What are you talking about?" asked Dr. Mason.
"What's dead should stay dead!" yelled Dean.
"Stop it!" yelled Sam.
"What you brought back isn't your daughter anymore," continued Dean, ignoring his screaming siblings.
"You're insane," said Dr. Mason.
He grabbed his cell phone off his coffee table and began dialing 911.
"Where is she?" asked Dean.
He grabbed the phone from Dr. Mason's hand.
"Dean, stop it! That's enough," said Alex.
She grabbed Dean's shoulder and spun him around to face her.
"Look."
She pointed to the plants that were placed all around the front living room.
"Beautiful, living plants," said Sam, raising his eyebrows.
Dean looked at the plants and shrugged off Alex's touch.
"We're leaving," said Sam.
Dean dropped the phone back down onto the coffee table and then he followed his siblings out the front door.
"How do we kill this thing?" asked Alex.
"That's the thing. There's tons of lore about the living dead. Some say to set them on fire, but who knows what's actually real?" asked Sam.
"Is there anything in common?" asked Dean.
"A few said silver might work," said Alex.
"Alright. Now we've got to find who has her," said Dean.
"It's that kid, Neil," said Alex.
Dean and Sam looked over at her, skepticism on their faces.
"How'd you come up with that?" asked Sam.
"He was her best friend. He naturally loved her, but she had no clue. Typical Pretty in Pink stuff," said Alex.
Dean and Sam still looked skeptical. Alex rolled her eyes, sighing.
"Let's get a second opinion," said Alex.
She dialed Kellan's number and put him on speakerphone.
"Hello?" asked Kellan, answering after only a few short rings.
"Hey, I have a question. We're working this case and we can't figure out who raised this girl from the dead. Would you say it was Daddy Dearest or her male best friend, Neil?" asked Alex.
"Oh, the male best friend for sure. Pretty in Pink, hello?" argued Kellan.
Alex smiled triumphantly.
"Thanks, babe."
She hung up and smirked over at her brothers.
"Alright. Neil it is," said Dean.
Dean picked the lock to Neil's house later that night and let Alex and Sam inside first. He followed after them.
"Neil? It's your grief counselors. We've come to… hug," said Dean.
No one answered. Dean took out his gun and held it in front of him as he checked around every single corner for Angela.
"Silver bullets?" asked Sam.
Dean nodded. Alex looked at the windows and saw dead plants in the windowsill. They all entered the kitchen and saw a heavy, black door that was latched shut.
"Unless this is where he keeps his porn…" said Dean, trailing off.
Alex opened the latch and let Sam walk down the stairs first. She climbed down after him and Dean brought up the rear. They stepped into the room at the bottom of the stairs. A bed was in the middle of the room and the sheets on it were crumpled as if someone had slept there earlier.
"Think Angela went after someone?" asked Sam.
Dean opened a panel in the wall to reveal an open window. The cool night air wafted through the room.
"Nah, I think she went to rent Beaches," said Dean.
Alex giggled.
"Hey, smartass. She might kill someone," said Sam.
"Yeah. She killed Matt cause he was cheating, right?" asked Dean.
Sam nodded.
"Well, it takes two to have hardcore sex," said Alex.
Sam looked over at her, his head cocked to the side.
"What?" asked Alex, shrugging her shoulders.
"Angela's roommate seemed pretty broken up about Matt's death," offered Dean.
The Winchesters kicked down the door to Angela's former house and entered the living room. Angela was on top of her roommate, Lindsay, with scissors in her hand, ready to stab her.
"Hey!" yelled Dean.
Angela turned to face them and then she bolted out of the already open living room window. Dean shot after her and then he took off, running after her as well. Alex and Sam rushed over to Lindsay and helped her stand up. After a few short minutes, Dean crawled back through the living room window.
"I couldn't get her. She was too quick," said Dean.
"Now what?" asked Alex.
"I say we go and talk to Neil," said Sam.
Neil looked up as Sam, Dean, and Alex entered Dr. Mason's office where he was currently working.
"What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.
"You know, I've heard that people do some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you take the cake, icing and all," said Dean.
"Okay, who are you guys?" asked Neil.
"We know what you did. The ritual, everything," said Alex.
"You're crazy," said Neil.
He shuffled the papers on his desk directly in front of him, avoiding all of their eyes. Dean knelt down to his level.
"When someone's gone, they should stay gone," warned Dean.
"Angela killed Matt. And she just tried to kill Lindsay," said Alex.
Dean stood up and grabbed Neil by his shirt's collar.
"Cut the bullshit, Neil. We can make this right, but you gotta tell us where she is," growled Dean.
Neil looked up at Dean, fear in his eyes.
"My house. She's at my house."
Dean let go of Neil and stepped back. He quickly glanced over at the windows and saw the dead plants. Alex and Sam saw them as well.
"You sure about that?" asked Dean.
Neil nodded profusely. Dean followed his siblings out the door. When he reached the doorframe, he looked back at Neil.
"Stay safe, Neil."
Dean closed the office door behind him.
At the cemetery, Alex and Dean were lighting candles around Angela's grave while Sam kept watch. They all looked up as they heard rustling from the very front of the cemetery.
"I'll go check it out," said Sam.
He headed off into the black darkness as Alex and Dean continued lighting candles. Once Alex was finished, she stood up and wiped the dirt from off of her hands onto her already dirty jeans. She then looked up and screamed as she saw Sam come running back towards them, Angela close behind him. Dean threw Alex his silver knife and ran over to Sam. Angela jumped on Sam's back, knocking him down to the ground. Sam fell hard on his arm and groaned in pain. Angela grabbed his head to break his neck, but Dean shot her with a silver bullet. She gasped and stood up. Dean kept shooting her until she fell into her casket. Alex jumped into the casket and shoved the silver knife through Angela's chest. Angela became still and her eyes closed.
"What's dead should stay dead," said Dean gruffly.
Alex shut the casket's lid forcefully and Dean helped Alex out of the grave, handing her a shovel. They began piling the dirt back onto the grave while Sam held his throbbing arm.
The next day, Alex looked over at her brothers. She was sitting in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry," blurted out Alex.
Sam turned to look at her, confusion etched on his face while Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"For what?" asked Sam.
"For Dad's death. I made a miraculous recovery. Five minutes later, Dad's dead and the Colt's gone. Dad's dead because of me," said Alex.
She looked down at her feet, tears shining in her eyes.
"We don't know that," whispered Sam.
Alex nodded.
"I just wanted to get that off of my shoulders," she said.
She looked up at them and wiped her tears from off of her face.
"You didn't do anything, baby girl. I promise," said Dean.
He kissed her forehead and started the car again, pulling back out onto the main road.
A few hours later, Sam awoke from his sleep and sat up. Alex looked at him, knowing that he had a vision. She had one as well.
"Dean, we have to go to the roadhouse," said Sam.
Dean looked at Sam, sighing.
"I just don't think that going to the roadhouse is the best idea," said Dean.
"I do! I really want to see Kellan," whined Alex, sticking her bottom lip out in a pitiful pout.
"We're not going there so that you can make out with your boyfriend or whatever he is. I'm telling you, it was a premonition. And it could have a connection with the demon," said Sam.
"That's true. Your visions always do," said Alex.
"I'm just saying that walking into a bar full of hunters and announcing that you have weird visions like some freak isn't a great idea," said Dean.
Alex gaped at Dean and Sam frowned at him.
"So, I'm a freak now?" asked Sam.
Dean looked at him and slapped Sam's knee in comfort.
"You've always been a freak."
Alex sighed at Dean's immaturity and leaned forward to Sam's face. She kissed his cheek and Sam smiled warmly over at her.
Dean, Alex, and Sam entered the roadhouse with Alex standing in between her brothers. A table was located directly by the only door and two hunters were sitting there. They looked up as the Winchesters walked in. One of them leered at Alex and Sam pulled her close to him, his arm over her shoulders. He glared at the man over Alex's head and the man looked away from Sam's glare. They walked up to the bar where Joe was pouring shots and had a rag thrown over his shoulder. He smiled warmly at them as they approached.
"Just couldn't stay away, huh?" asked Joe.
"How you doing, man?" asked Dean.
Joe opened his mouth to answer, but Sam spoke first.
"Where's Ash?"
"In his back room," answered Joe.
He watched as Sam practically ran to the back room and then he turned his attention back to Alex and Dean once Sam was out of sight.
"Sorry about him. We're in a little bit of a rush," said Alex.
"I'm going to go and see what they're up to," said Dean.
He walked to the back as well and Alex looked around the bar for Kellan, biting her lip nervously.
"He's on an errand," said Joe from directly behind her.
Alex turned to him.
"When will he be back?"
"A few hours. Probably not until early morning though. He had to go two towns over to get the right beer," said Joe.
Alex's face fell and Joe smiled sadly.
"Sorry, Alex."
Alex nodded sadly and walked to the back room to join her siblings.
"We have a match in Guthrie, Oklahoma," said Ash.
"Do me a favor and check Guthrie for any signs of demonic presence," said Sam.
He was sitting next to Ash at the small table and he rested his broken wrist on the table. Joe noticed and nodded to it.
"What happened?"
"Got attacked by a zombie," said Sam.
"No, sir. No demons," said Ash.
"Try checking Guthrie for a house fire. Would've been in 1983, kid would've been 6 months old."
Ash stared at Sam.
"Why the hell would I look for that?"
"Because there's a PBR in it for you," said Sam.
"Give me fifteen minutes," said Ash.
Alex left the room and went to the bar area to talk to Joe.
Alex took a drink of her beer as she watched Joe clean up the bar. The roadhouse had been closed for a few hours now, and Ellen had left to get some sleep while Joe volunteered to clean up. He wiped down a few tables and walked over to Alex once he was done.
"That profile you've got Ash looking for. Isn't that how your mom died?"
Alex looked down at the bar sadly and picked at the label on her beer bottle while answering.
"It's kind of a family thing."
"But I could help," said Joe.
Alex avoided his eyes and Joe tilted her face up to his with his finger under her chin.
"I know, but we have to do this as a family," said Alex.
Joe nodded and gently let go of her face.
"Besides, if you come along, my brothers might kill me. Look."
Alex nodded over towards Dean, who was sitting in the corner at a table and was giving Joe a death stare.
"Not to mention Kellan. He'd kill you," said Alex.
Joe nodded and turned around just as Sam came out of the back room, a piece of paper in his hand.
"Come on, we've got a real lead."
He bolted out the front door with Dean right behind him.
"See you around, Joe," said Alex.
She kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger a little longer than necessary, and then she followed her brothers out the door.
"I'm in deep shit," muttered Joe as he watched her leave.
"I'm sorry, but you won't get anything out of Andy. They never do," said the waitress at the local diner.
Sam, Alex, and Dean allowed her to pour coffee in their cups before they spoke to her.
"They?" asked Alex.
"You must be debt collectors," said the waitress.
"Actually, we're lawyers. His great aunt passed and left him a good chunk of change, so we're here to sort it out," said Dean.
"Are you a friend of his?" asked Sam.
The waitress looked down at the table sadly.
"I don't see him much anymore."
Alex looked over at Sam, her eyebrows raised.
"If you want to find him, head over to Orchard Street and look for the van with the Barbarian Queen pained on the side."
The waitress walked away and Sam looked over at his siblings.
"Barbarian Queen?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
Across the street from where the Winchesters were sitting in the Impala was the van with the Barbarian Queen painted on the side of it. It was a purple van and the queen looked ferocious. Dean had his rearview mirror tilted toward it across the street and he looked at it through the mirror.
"That van is fuckin' sweet," said Dean.
He looked away from the van and looked at Sam, who had a sort of sad look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Sam shook his head and Alex leaned forward from the backseat to look at him.
"Babe, you look like you're suckin' on a lemon. What's wrong?" she asked.
Sam sighed.
"This guy is the second kid we've found like this. The demon comes to them as kids and now they're killing people," said Sam.
"Are you trying to say you're one of them?" whispered Alex.
"The demon said he had plans for me and children like me," said Sam.
"You're not a murderer, Sam," said Dean.
"Why did the demon only say that to you?" asked Alex.
Sam shrugged.
"I'm glad it wasn't both of you. I couldn't deal with two Sams," said Dean.
Alex laughed and Dean looked out the window again to watch for Andy.
"Got him," said Dean.
Alex and Sam watched as a young man walked down the sidewalk. He stopped and talked to a man. The man gave Andy his coffee cup and walked off. Andy continued on and stopped to talk to an older black man a minute later.
"That's the shooter from my vision," said Sam, watching as the man continued down the sidewalk and around the corner.
"You follow him. We'll take care of Andy," said Dean.
Sam got out of the Impala and crossed the street to subtly follow the older man while Alex and Dean stayed in the car and trailed Andy.
Andy pulled his van over to the shoulder of the road and put it in park. Dean did the same, parking behind Andy's van. Andy stepped out of the car and walked up to Dean's side of the car. Dean rolled down his window to talk to him.
"Is this a 1967 Impala?" asked Andy.
He looked at the car reverently.
"Yeah. I just rebuilt it myself," said Dean.
"Can't let a car like this go," said Alex, looking at Andy suspiciously.
"Damn straight!" said Andy.
He looked straight at Dean, his eyes boring into Dean's.
"Can I have it?"
"Sure, man!" said Dean.
Andy stepped back and Dean got out of the car. Alex looked at Dean, confused. Andy glared at her and Alex glared back.
"Come on, Lex. Get out of the car," said Dean.
Alex gave Andy one last, hard glance before reluctantly getting out of the car and standing by Dean as Andy drove off in Dean's beloved Impala.
Sam was sitting on the curb when Alex and Dean spotted him. They ran up to him and saw that he was staring at the ambulance to the right of him. They looked and saw paramedics covering up the old man's dead body.
"I kept him out of the gun shop. I thought he was safe," said Sam.
Alex sat down beside him.
"How'd he die, Sammy?"
"He stepped in front of a bus."
Alex sighed. Sam looked over at Dean.
"Hey, where's the Impala?"
Dean sighed with immense relief as he rounded a street corner and saw the Impala parked in an alley. He rushed over to it and began inspecting it for any imperfections. Sam and Alex rounded the corner as he inspected it.
"I'm sorry, baby," said Dean, patting the hood of the car as he said it.
Alex rolled her eyes.
"He left the keys in it," said Sam, pointing to the keys dangling out of the ignition.
Dean finally decided that the Impala was unharmed and he stood up from his crouched position to talk to Alex and Sam.
"Looks like Andy has to give verbal commands to use his mojo."
"The doctor had just gotten off of his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus," said Sam.
"Andy must've called him," said Dean.
"I don't know, maybe," said Alex, biting her lip.
Both Sam and Dean looked over at their little sister.
"What?" asked Sam.
"He just doesn't seem like the killer type," said Alex.
She looked up at Sam's uneasy expression, her lip still pulled in between her teeth.
"Either way, we'll have to track him down. We'll follow his van. Come on," said Dean.
Alex stared at Sam for a split second longer before following Dean into the car.
Andy's van was across the street as the Winchesters sat in the Impala. Dean sighed as he finished his greasy cheeseburger.
"What I don't get is the motive. The doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy kill him?" asked Sam.
"If it is Andy," chimed in Alex.
"The doctor was mind controlled in front of a bus. Andy has the power to mind control. Do the math," said Dean.
Suddenly, Andy appeared at Sam's window. He tapped on it and Sam slowly rolled it down.
"Why are you following me?" asked Andy.
"You see, a relative of yours died-" began Sam, but Andy cut him off.
"Tell the truth."
Sam began to speak once more, but Dean answered.
"We hunt demons."
Sam turned to Dean, his eyes wide as Alex choked on her drink.
"Demons and spirits. Sam and Alex are twins. They're my brother and sister."
"Dean, shut up!" yelled Alex.
"See, Sam's psychic. Kind of like you, but not. He thinks you're a murderer and that he'll turn into one, too."
"Okay. Just… leave me alone," said Andy.
He walked away from the window and Sam quickly got out, following him. Alex smacked Dean on the back of his head.
"Ow!"
Dean rubbed the spot where she had hit him, hard.
"I said, leave me alone," said Andy.
He began walking backwards so as to face Sam. Sam towered over him and continued walking towards him.
"Keep driving and never stop," said Andy, looking into Sam's eyes.
Sam held his arms out to his sides in a sweeping motion.
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy."
Andy stopped walking and his face held a nervous expression.
"What?"
"You can make people do things, can't you? Tell them what to think," said Sam.
Sam pointed over to Dean, who was walking up to them. Alex was behind Dean, but her head began hurting. She stopped walking and turned away from the boys as she had a vision.
"You alright?" asked Dean, putting his hand on her back.
Alex waved him away.
"I'm fine, just a little headache. Go ahead and help Sam."
Dean nodded and continued on toward his brother.
"It happened a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first," said Sam.
"How do you know all this?" asked Andy.
"My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities, too," said Sam.
Alex joined them then, her face giving nothing away about her vision. Andy's face was pale as he sat on an overturned bucket in the alley.
"Why did you kill the doctor?" asked Dean.
Suddenly, Sam cried out and fell to his knees on the ground. Alex and Dean flanked his sides. Sam put his hand to his forehead and began breathing heavily.
"A woman burning alive. She gets triggered by a call on her cell," relayed Sam.
Alex helped him stand up and he leaned against her side slightly.
"Look, I didn't kill anybody," said Andy.
"Not yet," growled Sam.
They all turned around as fire trucks quickly passed by the alley. Dean looked at his siblings.
"Go," said Alex.
Dean ran over to the Impala and took off after the screaming fire trucks. Alex and Sam sat beside Andy, waiting for Dean's return.
An hour later, Dean pulled up into the alley. He got out and walked over to Alex, Andy, and Sam, who stood up when he reached them.
"Her name was Holly Beckett," said Dean.
"She was forty-one and single."
"Who is she?" asked Alex, turning to face Andy.
"Never heard of her," said Andy.
"Well, I called Ash on the way here. Turns out, Holly gave birth when she was eighteen in 1983. The same day that you were born, Andy," said Dean.
"Andy, were you adopted?" asked Sam.
Andy nodded slowly.
"Holly could be your mom," whispered Alex.
"Birth certificate was sealed in county records," said Dean.
Sam cursed under his breath and Alex sighed.
"Fuck that," said Andy.
In the local courthouse, Andy was talking and hypnotizing the security guard while Dean pulled a box of records off of a shelf. Alex and Sam were poring over papers already on the table.
"Got it," said Sam.
Andy shook the guard's hand and walked over to the Winchesters. The guard walked upstairs.
"It's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother," said Sam.
Andy's face fell slightly, but he smiled sadly.
"It also says that Dr. Jennings was her doctor. You have a connection to both of them," said Alex.
"But I didn't kill them," said Andy.
"We believe you," said Dean.
Alex nodded.
"Yeah, but who did then?" asked Andy.
"I think I've got a pretty good guess," said Sam.
He turned to look at the three of them.
"Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."
Alex's face turned pale and Dean looked at her. Andy saw her face as well.
"Whoa, are you alright?" he asked.
"Um, I have to go… t-to the bathroom," said Alex.
She began to rush out of the room, but Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her farther into the shelves of records, out of earshot of Andy and Sam.
"I have an evil twin," said Andy.
"Um, well, Holly gave you up for adoption to the Gallagher's, obviously. Your brother went to the Wesley family from upstate New York," said Sam.
He handed Andy the file and sat him down.
"I have to go check on my sister really quickly. Read up on your brother."
Sam rushed to find Alex and Dean while Andy read about his twin brother.
Dean dragged Alex into the stacks of records in the very back of the room and looked at her. Alex bit her lip as she looked back at him.
"Alex, please tell me you don't have psychic abilities," said Dean.
Alex looked down at her feet.
"Fuck," mumbled Dean.
He ran a hand over his face. Sam finally ran into the aisle that they were huddled in.
"Alex, what's going on?"
He took her hands in his and she looked up at him.
"I have visions like you do."
Sam sighed.
"I'm sorry that neither one of you knew. They just don't bother me," said Alex.
"Sweetheart, you have to tell us that," said Dean.
Alex nodded and Dean pulled her into his chest.
"Let's go take care of this and then we'll talk later."
Alex nodded into his chest and they headed back towards Andy.
"What's your brother's name?" asked Dean.
Andy turned to them and closed the file.
"Ansom Wesley. He's got a local address," said Andy.
He held up a sticky note that he had scrawled the address on.
"Well, let's take a look at him first," said Alex.
She opened the file and looked at Andy's twin, Ansom. She looked at her brothers.
"Let's go," said Dean.
"Andy, tell us everything you know about this guy," said Sam.
They were in the Impala, heading for the diner where Ansom was currently employed.
"Ansom shows up one day a couple months ago at the diner. He acts like he's my best friend in the world, but trying too hard."
"He must've known you were twins," said Alex.
She rubbed her eyes and wrinkled her forehead as if in pain. Sam grabbed his head and hunched over in the passenger seat. Alex moaned in pain as her headache grew in intensity and both Sam and Alex cried out in pain.
"Are you okay?" asked Andy, who was sitting next to Alex in the backseat.
Alex grabbed her head and screamed in intense pain. Andy's eyes widened.
"Motherfucker. Alex!" yelled Dean.
Sam cried out again. Dean looked at him and a few seconds later, Sam stopped. He sat up in his seat. Alex whimpered and looked at Sam.
"Alex, did you see something?" asked Dean.
She nodded.
"Fuck," muttered Dean.
Dean pulled the car up to the bridge where Andy's twin brother, Ansom Wesley, was with the waitress from the diner that Andy used to work at. Andy had a crush on the waitress, Tracy. Ansom and Tracy were sitting in Ansom's car.
"Dean, stay back," warned Sam.
"Agreed. I've had my head messed with too much," said Dean.
He handed Alex a gun and grabbed her wrist once she grabbed the gun from him. He pulled her into him and kissed her forehead.
"We're not off the hook, but please be safe."
She nodded and stood by Sam.
"I'm going with you," said Andy.
Alex and Sam looked at him.
"If it's Tracy out there, then I'm coming," said Andy.
Alex looked at Sam, who nodded.
Sam smashed the driver's side window of Ansom's car. Sam pointed his gun at Ansom's head.
"Get out of the car now."
"You really don't want to do this," said Ansom.
Sam punched Ansom in the nose and Tracy yelped in fear. Andy ran around to the passenger side and opened the passenger door. He grabbed Tracy around the waist and helped her out of the car. Sam ordered Ansom out of the car and told him to lay face down on the ground. Andy left Tracy standing by the car and ran over, kicking Ansom in the ribs while he was down.
"Andy, stop!" yelled Alex, running up to him.
Suddenly, Sam fell to the ground beside Alex and she turned to see Tracy holding a large tree branch and crying.
"Tracy, stop it!" yelled Andy.
Alex crouched down to her brother, who was out cold. He had a medium-sized cut on his forehead that was oozing blood onto the asphalt.
"You son of a bitch!" yelled Andy.
He grabbed Ansom's shirt collar and hauled him up from the ground. Alex, still crouched down by Sam, turned her body and saw Tracy standing on the edge of the bridge, crying and getting prepared to jump off the edge.
"Please don't hurt her," said Andy.
He let go of his twin brother and backed away a few steps, his hands up in surrender.
"I'm sorry. I just felt that Tracy was coming between us," said Ansom.
"You're insane," said Andy.
"We can make them do whatever we want!" yelled Ansom.
"You don't start killing people when you find out you have a twin!" yelled Andy.
Alex stood up slowly and kept her eye on Tracy, but she also glanced over at Sam, who was beginning to sir and move around.
"I wanted to tell you, but he told me I had to wait," said Ansom.
"Who?" asked Andy.
"The man with the yellow eyes."
Alex gulped as she heard Ansom mention the demon that haunted her family. Andy glanced at her then and Ansom noticed his stare. He grinned at her. He took a step towards her, but Andy distracted him with a question.
"Why did you kill our mother?"
Ansom turned his attention and his back to Alex and Alex mouthed "thank you" to Andy for the distraction. He nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving his brother's face.
"Because she split us up! She and Dr. Jennings ruined our lives!"
Alex turned when she heard a noise and saw Dean rustling in the bushes with a sniper's rifle in his hand to shoot Ansom. Andy and Ansom heard him too and they both turned in Alex's direction.
"I see you," said Ansom.
He used his mind control powers and told Dean to put the gun under his chin. Dean did as he was told and Alex quickly pulled the gun Dean had given her out of her waistband. She pointed it at Ansom. Alex pulled the trigger, felt the gun kickback, and closed her eyes. She opened them after a few seconds and saw Ansom dead on the asphalt. She sighed in relief and watched as Andy ran to Tracy, helping her down and pulling her in for a hug. Alex smiled and helped Sam stand up. They glanced behind them at Andy's reunion with Tracy and headed toward Dean.
The next morning, Alex was putting her clothes into her duffel bag when a hand reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. She dropped the shirt she was holding into her duffel bag and turned to face her brothers. Sam let go of her wrist and sat down on her right side as she sat on the bed. Dean sat on her left side.
"So, are these psychic abilities just like Sam's?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, but they were never as bad as they were last night in the car. That was the worst," said Alex.
"Have you seen everything I've seen?" asked Sam.
"Every single thing," said Alex.
"And it doesn't hurt?" asked Dean.
"It didn't. All I had were nightmares up until last night."
Sam stood up and knelt in front of Alex.
"Alex. If you saw everything, does that mean you saw Jessica's death?"
Alex's eyes teared up as she looked at Sam.
"Yes."
Sam nodded, standing up and turning his back on her.
"I didn't know that was her though. Not until the night she died did I know she was your Jessica," said Alex.
Sam nodded and turned back to her.
"I know. I'm not mad. It's just hard to talk about."
"I also saw the car crash," said Alex.
Dean and Sam looked at her.
"That's why I sat by the window. It was supposed to be Dean, but I took his place. Please don't be mad," pleaded Alex.
"We're not mad, we just don't want you to have to go through this. But we can deal with it together," said Sam.
Alex looked at Dean.
"I'm so sorry that you have two Sams now."
Dean smirked. He stood up and Alex stood up with him.
"Come here, you little freak."
Dean pulled her in close for a hug and she sighed contentedly. Dean kissed the top of her head.
"Just please tell me if you have a vision, okay?"
Alex nodded and Dean let go of her.
"Come on. Let's go see Ellen and Joe."