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Chapter 34

"Alex did you…" His eyes grew wide. He watched Alex take a few uneasy steps. She began to sway and then buckle. He raced forward and caught her just as her legs gave out. A gasp of what Sam could only guess was pain escaped her lips. He could feel something warm and wet beneath his hand where he held her. A lump formed in his throat as he pulled his hand away to see it painted red with blood as she went limp in his arms.

"Dean!"

At the sound of his brother's panicked voice, Dean turned to see Sam lifting an ashen Alex into his arms. His eyes grew wide. "Quick get her inside."

Sam raced her through the door and gently laid her down on the bed nearest the door. "Alex?! Alex can you hear me?"

"Sam…?" Her voice was weak. With no time to waste, Sam ordered Dean to bring him the supplies as he began taking Alex's jacket off. Her entire side was covered in her blood. The sight caused Sam's heart to stop for a moment before Dean's voice spired him into action.

Finding the hole in her shirt, Sam ripped her shirt open to reveal the weeping wound.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"Ruby," was Alex's strained reply. "She stabbed me when I was trying to get to you."

She gasped in pain when Sam pressed a towel to her side in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "It's okay. You're gunna be okay." He sounded unconvincing even to his own ears. Soon a warm wet feeling appeared under his hand where he held the towel "Dean, I need help. I can't get it to stop bleeding."

The elder Winchester was glued to his spot on the other side of the bed. He watched silently as she grew paler, and the blood pool beneath her grew larger. There was nothing he could do.

"Dean!" Sam looked up at his brother in wide-eyed horror. Why isn't he helping? The feel of Alex's hand on his drew his attention back to the injured woman next to him.

"It's okay," her soft voice rasped. "It's over."

Tears began streaming down Sam's face. "No. No. You're gunna be okay."

She silently reached her hand up and placed it on the side of his face. The feel of her thumb whipping away his tears caused him to lean into her touch. He held her hand in both of his as he kissed her palm.

"Just hold on okay? We're gunna go get help."

She smiled weakly. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you too."

Alex's smile slowly left her face. The hand Sam held to his cheek went limp as her eyes closed.

"No." His heart dropped from his chest. "No… No. Alex!"

He gathered her into his arms, kissing her face and willing her to respond, but she did not. Sobs began wracking his body as he pulled her to him while his soul shattered.

For what felt like an hour, Dean just stood on the opposite side of the bed watching his brother cradle the body of the woman he loves in his arms as he cried, his sobs the only sound that could be heard. Dean whipped the tear that had escaped his eye from his face. I have to be strong for Sammy. "Sam, we –"he swallowed the lump in his throat as he fought his emotions, "we need to call Bobby."

Sam nodded his head, unable to speak, as he lowered Alex back down to the bed. His large hand brushed a strand of hair from her face. She looks like she's sleeping, Sam thought. She's so beautiful. "I… I can't do it."

"I'll call him then. You uh," Dean sniffed and remove another tear, "get her ready. She'll have a proper funeral." Sam just nodded.

Dean walked outside and pulled out his phone, but immediately put it back. He was not ready to tell Bobby just yet.

They drove out to the middle of nowhere so Sam could build the pier. Dean had offered his help, but Sam would have none of it. He wanted to do this himself. So Dean just stood back and watched his baby brother put the final piece of wood in place. Not a single word was spoken as he placed Alex's body on the pier and lit it.

The flames rose high into the night sky as they watched. Tears started to escape Sam's eyes once again. Dean, in an attempt to comfort his brother, placed a hand on his shoulder. Deciding to give his brother some space, Dean turned and walked back to the car to do what he had been putting off for the last few hours. He pulled out his cellphone and called the all too familiar number. It rang twice before someone answered.

"Hello," Bobby said.

"Hey Bobby. It's Dean."

"Where the hell have you been boy?" he asked in agitation.

Dean just stood there. Not knowing what to say. "Bobby…" He had to stop and compose himself. "Bobby it's Alex… She…"

On the other end of the line, Bobby held his breath. "What? What happened?"

His emotions betrayed him as his voice broke. "She's gone, Bobby." There was just silence on the line. "Bobby?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, clearly in denial.

"She's dead. Ruby…," a small sob escaped Dean's lips. "Sam's with her now. He wouldn't leave her. We, uh, we gave her a proper funeral Bobby. Sam would even let me help him . . ." The line went dead.

Anyone passing the rundown old house in the junkyard at that moment would have heard the scream of anguish the old hunter released as he threw the phone across the room before collapsing into his chair as sobs racked his body.

It had been nearly three days since Alex had passed, and Sam and Dean still hadn't talked about what had happened. Everywhere they turned there was another sign of the end of days. They couldn't turn on the radio without hearing about something that had happened. That's why they drove on in silence.

The plan was to lay low until they could come up with a way to fight. First thing was first, they needed to find Castiel. The last place Dean had seen him was at Chuck's house, and if anyone knew where he was it would be the prophet.

The house was completely destroyed on the inside. Hearing a noise, the boys quickly turned and saw nothing. Chuck suddenly jumped from around the corner and attacked Sam with a toilet plunger. He stumbled back as he held his head.

"Geeze! Ow!" he said.

"Sam?"

"Yeah!"

Dean chuckled as he said, "Hey, Chuck."

The prophet was relieved to see the two hunters alive. "So . . . you're okay?"

"Well my head hurts," was Sam's reply.

"No, I mean - I mean, my... my last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader and Alex…" realization finally dawned on him. He looked around the room and then back and forth between the brothers. "Where's Alex?" Dean wouldn't look at him. Chuck met Sam's eyes and got all the answer he needed. The grief was so evident that there was no need for words. "Oh god, Sam. . . Sam I'm so sorry." He walked forward and embraced the tall hunter.

Dean cleared his throat. "Where's Cas?"

"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

"Cas you stupid bastard," Dean said as he rubbed at his temples.

"Stupid?" Sam countered. "He was trying to help us."

"Yeah, exactly."

Dean was all out of ideas. Castiel was the only one that really seemed to know what was going on. Without him, they had no idea what they were walking into now that the apocalypse had started.

Chuck's shoulders slumped as he shut his eyes in trepidation. "Oh crap."

"What?" Sam asked.

"I can feel them."

An all too familiar voice behind them drew their attention. "Thought we'd find you here," Zachariah said. He stood proudly before them with two angels flanking him. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us."

Dean pointed at the angel as he spoke. "You just keep your distance, asshat."

"You're upset," the angel observed.

That was the understatement of the century. They had jumpstarted judgment day and allowed his best friend to die. Of course they weren't willing to take any of the blame. Zachariah's snide comment to Sam made that abundantly clear. What amazed Dean the most is that now they expected him to just step in line and help them fight.

"Cram it with walnuts, ugly," he said.

Zachariah was none too pleased with his answer. "This isn't a game, son. Lucifer and his general are powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast before his vessel and the general can take command."

"His vessel?" Sam asked. "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

"He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horseman, red oceans, fiery skies . . . the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

"You listen to me, boy!" the angel said in anger. "You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah noticed a drop blood dripping from Dean's hand. "You're bleeding."

"Oh, yeah," Dean said, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. "A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." He pulled the door near him shut, revealing the banishing sigil drawn in blood. The angel tried to protest. His words fell of deaf hears as Dean slammed his hand against the marking. "Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch."

Laying low was all the two hunters had done since leaving Chuck's house. Without any sign of Cas they weren't sure what they could do. So, it was time for research. It was a very slow process. After a few hours Sam had gone to stretch his legs.

Dean sighed as he closed yet another book. Research was never really his thing. He had pretty much left that to Sam and Alex. Alex. He missed her terribly. Her witty banter and smart-alecky comebacks had always made the process of doing research a bit more fun. It had annoyed him to no end when she was alive, but now that she was gone, he found himself missing her more and more.

Sam never talked about her. It had only been a week, and it was still far too painful for him to bring up. Sometimes, when he thought nobody was looking, Dean would catch him staring at pictures of the two of them on her phone. They were the only photos he had of her, and he wasn't ready to let go just yet.

Dean ran a hand down his face and pushed back from the table. It was time for a break, so he set about cleaning his gun. Sam reentered the room just as he was reloading it. His brother closed the door behind him before tossing a small bag in his direction.

"Here," Sam said. "Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for the matter."

"Where'd you get it?" Dean asked as he examined the small item.

"I made it."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "How?"

There was hesitation in Sam's voice as he spoke. "I… I learned it from Ruby."

Ruby and the demon blood was another topic neither of them had approached. From what Dean could tell his brother was fine. When he finally did ask him about it, Sam had confirmed it. With that put to rest, they set about getting back to the matter at hand, cleaning up the mess they had made. And to do that, they had to find the devil, a task that was proving to be quite difficult.

Sam read through his father's journal for the hundredth time while Dean watched the signs of the apocalypse on the news. By now every hunter on the planet knew what was going down. There were just too many signs for it to be a coincidence.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door. Dean pulled his gun on instinct, ready to attack whatever might come through the door. Sam crept forward and looked to make sure Dean was ready before he opened the door. There was no monster on the other side. There was just a young blond woman. She appeared to be so excited that she was having trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asked.

"Sam… is it really you?"

How the hell does she know my name?

She took a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest as if she was making sure he was real. "And you're so firm."

Sam was caught completely off guard by the woman's actions. "Uh, do I know you?"

She pulled back slightly, but continued to look up at Sam in wonder.

"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're…" she turned her gaze to Dean, his gun hand out of sight, and looked somewhat disappointed, "… not what I pictured. I'm Becky." She pushed past Sam and move farther into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few…" a nervous giggle escaped her throat as a slight blush spread across her face. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

"Chuck?" asked Dean.

"He's got a message, but he's being watched." After having a fan freak-out for a minute, the boys were able to make her focus enough to tell them what Chuck had sent her here for. The angels had lost their most powerful weapon… the Michael sword. It was hidden in a castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs, or at least that is what Chuck had said.

"Are you sure you got that right?" Sam asked.

Becky moved closer to him once more. "I memorized every word." She touched his chest again. "For you."

Sam looked to his brother for some help, but Dean seemed far to amused to do anything but watch. It was all making the younger Winchester very uncomfortable. "Um, Becky, c – uh, can you… quit touching me?"

"No," she replied in a breathless gasp.

He placed a hand on her wrist. "Becky, if you really do know everything about me than you know that I . . ." He stopped himself from finishing when he thought about Alex.

"I know." Beck sounded disappointed. "You're in love with Alex." There was a hint of resentment in her voice as she said the hunter's name. Realization finally dawned on her as she looked around the room. "Where is she?"

Sam looked down at her, tears once again coming to his eyes. "She's… she's dead." It was the first time he had actually said it aloud. The words were like a dagger to his heart.

Beck suddenly launched forward and embraced him in a tight hug, trapping his arms at his sides. "Oh you poor thing." She pulled back and looked him directly in the eye. "If you ever need anything just let me know. I mean anything." The double meaning in her words was very clear.

It had taken Bobby awhile, but he finally arrived. Dean was the one to great him at the door.

"Hey, Bobby."

Bobby hugged him and slapped him on the back. "Good to see you boys in one piece." He moved over and gave Sam the same hug. The taller hunter grinned slightly. Sam had been afraid to face Bobby after the part he had played in Alex's death, but it seemed like everything was alright.

"You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked.

"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?"

Sam laughed in embarrassment. "You heard."

"I heard, Romeo. So… sword of Michael, huh?"

The three set about researching what it was they were actually looking for. Every painting they could find referencing Michael showed him with an actual sword in his hands. If they were lucky, it would be a real sword that they could wield. If they were very lucky, the books in front of them would lead them to it before the angels found it.

While Bobby's greeting had been friendly enough, Sam's guilt was still eating away at him. He rose quickly and moved away from the table.

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asked.

"No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sam…" Dean knew exactly where his brother was going with all of this. There was no way this was going to end well.

Facing Bobby, Sam tried to swallow past the lump in his throat before he spoke.

"Alex died because of me." Dean tried again to stop his brother, but Sam didn't listen. "She came after me and Ruby stabbed her so she wouldn't get in the way. Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal. I killed her, and I set Lucifer free. Alex tried to stop it, but…" He choked on his words. "You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on. If I had just listened Alex would still be alive. I'm…"

Bobby stood up so forcefully from the table that his chair fell over. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant." He advanced towards Sam.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? You're sorry you got my little girl killed? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off… I want you to lose my number. You understand me?"

His reaction was no different than what Sam was expecting, but still, the pain of Bobby's words cut deep. This was the man that he had looked to as more of a father figure than John ever was. He could feel the tension growing in the room.

"There's an old church nearby," Sam said. "Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there."

"Yeah," said Bobby. "You do that."

Sam walked to the table and gathered a few dusty volumes before quickly exiting the room.

Bobby stared at the door for a minute after Sam left. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right."

"About what?" asked Dean.

"About your brother." He turned to face Dean. "What John said – you save Sam or kill him. Maybe…"

Dean didn't like where this was headed. "Maybe what?"

"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."

"Bobby."

"He ended the world, Dean. He got Alex killed because she was so focused on saving him that she couldn't cover her own ass. You and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right."

Dean refused to believe that. He always would, but he could not deny a note of truth to the words. At the mention of his father, something clicked in Dean's head. He knew exactly where to find the Michael sword.

"So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant."

"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me."

Bobby lashed out at Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the two queen-sized beds. He advanced on the younger hunter, pulling him up before slamming him down again as his eyes went black.

Two more demons, a male and female, came through the door.

"I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean," said the female. "But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." She picked Ruby's knife up from the table. "I mean, you're gunna ice the devil? You? You're brother's little girlfriend maybe, but not you."

"Ruby," Dean guessed.

"Try again. Go farther back."

"Meg?"

She smiled. After all this time she was finally going to get her revenge on the Winchesters for throwing her out that window so long ago. She handed the knife over to Bobby who raised it to Dean's throat. He began to struggle.

"Bobby!"

The possessed hunter looked back at Meg. "Now!" was her only command. He raised the knife to strike.

"Bobby! No!"

The black faded from his for a moment as the hunter regained control from the demon inside of him. The knife came crashing down. Bobby's eyes flashed gold as the demon inside of him died. He had stabbed himself to save Dean's life. His grip on Dean's throat relaxed as he fell to the floor.

Dean took the opportunity to rush the other demons. The male slammed him into the wall just as his brother returned to see him getting is ass kicked and Bobby lying on the floor bleeding.

"No!" Sam yelled.

"Heya, Sammy," Meg said. "You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you."

He recognized her instantly. Without his powers, fighting the demons was a lot harder. He had become so accustomed to just raising a hand and exercising them that he was a little rusty at actually fighting them.

Dean landed on the floor next to Bobby and pulled the knife from his stomach and stabbed the demon on top of him. Upon seeing this, Meg quickly made her exit, leaving the brothers to try and save Bobby's life.

The doors to the emergency room burst open as they hurtled inside. Bobby was still unconscious as they worked together to carry him.

"Need some help here!" Dean yelled.

A nurse rushed over to them. "What happened?" she asked.

Sam mealy told her he had been stabbed. Two more nurses quickly brought over a gurney. "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gunna be okay," Dean yelled as they wheeled his friend away. They moved to follow him, but one of the nurses held up a hand to stop them.

"Just wait here."

"We can't just leave him," Sam said.

"Just don't move. I've got questions."

The moment the nurse was gone, Dean started trying to get Sam to leave. The demons knew where the sword was now. The only way to stop them was to get there first.

It hadn't taken that long to reach their dad's storage locker, but the demons still could have beaten them there. So they made sure they had their shotguns loaded and at the ready when they walked in. They did not expect to find the floor littered with the bodies of dead demons.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is."

Dean knew that voice. The brothers turned to find Zachariah before them. Dean couldn't keep the loathing out of his voice. "Oh, thank god. The angels are here."

"And to think… they could have it any time they wanted." He waived his hand and closed the door. "It was right in front of them."

Sam was confused. "What do you mean?"

"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You just hand delivered it to us."

"We don't have anything," Dean countered.

"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." The brothers just stared at the angel; his words not fully sinking in. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one." Dean bristled. "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his… receptacle."

"I'm a vessel?"

"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."

Dean could hardly believe his ears. Either way, it didn't change anything. He was done with the angels. Zachariah would have none of it however. He raised a hand and formed his fingers into the shape of a gun. He pointed it a Dean for a moment before turning to Sam.

"Bang."

There was a loud crunch. Sam fell to the floor screaming in pain, unable to stand.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I'll make him relive the moment his precious witch die in his arms over and over again. How's that for fun and games? Hum? I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Lucifer has his. Now we need ours. Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?"

Dean knew that saying yes would mean hundreds if not thousands of humans would get caught in the crossfire. The death toll could easily reach into the millions.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes."

There had to be another way. Dean was not just going to accept being a meat suit as his only option. Zachariah didn't seem to like it too much when Dean told him to "eat me." He threatened to make sure Bobby never walked again if he didn't say yes. His answer was still no.

"Then how about we heal you from… stage-four stomach cancer?"

Dean doubled over as he began coughing. He could feel a warm coppery liquid in his mouth. He spat into his palm and found that the liquid was his own blood. Still he held fast. "No."

"Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how… Sam does without his lungs."

Dean looked to his brother in terror as the younger began gasping for breath.

"Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean."

"Just kill us."

"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started."

A bright light suddenly filled the room. Zachariah turned to see what was happening as one of the other angels at his side collapsed, a bloody hole where is throat used to me. When he looked up, he saw Castiel standing beside him. The other angels tried to fight, but Castiel quickly dispatched them. He now stood toe to toe with Zachariah.

"How are you…?"

"Alive? That's a good question. How did these two end up at that motel? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?"

The threat was clear in the resurrected angel's voice. Zachariah vanished. The boys looked around in surprise as Castiel healed them.

"You two need to be more careful."

"Yeah I'm starting to get that," Dean said. "Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."

"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Castiel put a hand on either of the boy's chests and burned Enochian sigils into their bones so they could not be traced. He was about to leave when Sam stopped him.

"Wait, what about Bobby?"

"Your friend will be fine."

"Thanks Cas," said Dean. "They said Lucifer had his general. Do you know who it is?"

"No. I would say Abaddon, but the Knights of Hell are no more."

"Well, at least they didn't get Alex."

"You're wrong Dean," Castiel replied. "When Sam's eyes went black..."

Dean turned to his brother in shock. "You're eyes went black?"

"I... I didn't know." He was completely dumbfounded. After looking around wildly for a moment, Sam looked at Castiel. "What happened?"

The angel sighed. "When your eyes went black," he continued, "Alex accepted her birthright to stop you from becoming a demon."

Sam's heart fell to his stomach. "What?" His voice was shaky.

"By becoming the Mayfair, she had dominion over demons. The amount of demon blood you consumed was transforming you into one. She used her powers to pull it from you. Had she not done this, you would no longer be yourself."

Tears came to Sam's eyes. Not only had he started the Apocalypse and gotten Alex killed, he had backed her into a corner where the only thing she could do was say yes. The one thing she swore she would never do she did to keep him safe. Because of him, she died a monster.

"Well," Dean said. "She's beyond anyone's reach now."

Sam stumbled back into the wall and slide to the floor as the tears began falling down his face. What have I done?

Being stuck in the hospital was one thing, but being ordered to stay in bed for two whole days was another. Bobby was becoming the bane of the nursing staff's existence. Every time someone would come in to check his vitals or give him a sponge bath he went postal. There was no need for him to still be in bed. Castiel had healed him. He was perfectly fine. If those "stupid nurses would pull their heads out of their asses" he'd be home by now.

He would have made a break for it, but Sam and Dean were doing a pretty good job of making sure he followed doctor's orders. They knew Castiel had healed him. He was fine. They just didn't want to push it and risk losing another member of their family that soon.

"So," Sam said, "let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?

"Well," Bobby replied. "We save as many as we can for as long as we can I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned."

Dean had been sitting in the corner listening until this point. "What if we win?" he asked. Everyone turned and stared at him. He had sounded so confident about their chances, it surprised them all. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. It's their fault we lost Alex. Hell, they want to fight a war; they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves, and we get revenge for Alex."

"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked.

"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."

It was stupid. It was crazy, but there really was nothing else they could do. Just sitting by and watching was not an option. There was no real need to discuss it any more. They all nodded in agreement before the boys turned to leave.

Bobby called out. "Sam?" The boys paused at the door. Sam turned to face him. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that…that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out boy. Not ever."

There was a long pause. "Thanks Bobby. That… it's means a lot."

"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but . . . you're welcome."

With that the boys finally left Bobby to his thoughts. There was a book on the table next to his bed, his journal. He opened it up and a picture fell out. He held it up to look at it, a small smile gracing his features. It was a picture of Dean, Sam, and Alex leaning with the Impala. It had to of been taken at least two years ago. Sam and Dean were leaning against the hood of the car. Sam had his arms wrapped around Alex as she smiled brilliantly at the camera and leaned back into his chest while he looked down at her, a look of love evident on his face. Dean stood next to the two of them, beer in hand, looking over at the two love birds. He was smiling too, well almost. It was his amused half smile.

Bobby put the picture away as a tear slide down his cheek. That picture had reminded him of a very somber fact. Alex had been the center of their universe, all of them. When times were at their worst she had been the glue that held them all together. Now, just when they needed her the most, she was gone. The apocalypse had come, and they had no center of gravity to move towards and keep them all in one piece.

I promise we haven't seen the last of Alex. She still has a bigger role to play, and after all this is Supernatural. How many characters have died on this show and returned? All reviewers that allow me to send them a message will get a special look at the next chapter.