A/N: Long chapter and the end of Devil's Trap version of mine. Hope you like! :)

The drive had been long and Alex was glad to stretch her legs once they parked at the riverside, hiding, that way if an innocent civilian passed by they wouldn't start freaking out and call the cops that they had guns in their hands. Alex had managed to get a book from Bobby, the same one that she knew that had talked about the Key of Solomon, and Sam right now was skimming through it. Apparently he had found something useful.

Dean snapped the gun barrel open and began to load it, Alex and Donnie doing the same.

"You've been quiet," Sam commented, walking to the trunk of the car, where we all were, and began wiping off dust on the trunk lid and starting to draw on it with a white substance.

"Just getting ready, and dude, what are you drawing on my car?" Dean asked, instantly snapping the gun back and placing the safety on, coming over to his brother and wiping at the place where Sam had drawn. The thing didn't come off.

Sam moved to the other side and drew the same thing he had done. "It's called a devil's trap. Demon's can't get through it or inside it," he explained.

"So?"

"What he means Dean, god, don't get all bubbled up over it, it turns it into a lockbox," Alex replied in annoyance, shutting the trunk and sticking the gun in the back of her waistband.

"So?"

"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get John."

The elder hunter's eyebrows raised and he scoffed. Alex and Sam had worked it out in the car in low whispers so then the other two couldn't hear the plan, in the end Donnie caught into it.

'She has the ears of a dog.'

"We aren't leaving that thing here Alex. I don't care what kind of trip you are on right now, but we need it to save my dad. I don't care what dad wants us to do, I know he would say to leave it, but who gives a shit?" Dean barked.

"I do! We all do! If we bring it, it just gives the demon's leverage in quite possibly getting their hands on it. We leave it here and that's final Dean."

"Fine."

"I'm serious."

"I said 'fine'," Dean snapped as Alex came up to the trunk, reopened it and placed the Colt into the newly made lockbox.

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All four hunters made their way down the little sidewalk behind the trees, following the river until there was a break off in the plants and were now in the area where people roamed.

Donnie nudged Alex and whispered, "Hey, I think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." She pointed across the street where an apartment complex lay with children playing out in the yard with their families. To Alex, it seemed all too cheery for it to be normal.

"That's pretty smart. Possessing anybody inside where they can attack us. They are expecting us, that's what Meg said, there is no way we are going to get in there undetected," Alex informed everyone.

"This sucks out loud," Dean breathed.

"Yeah, tell me about it. All right, I have an idea. Donnie I want you to pull the fire alarm inside. Chances are there is one by the front door."

"Why the hell does Donnie get to--," Sam began, however, getting cut off my Alex's glare.

"Okay," Donnie nodded.

"Civilian response is an estimate of about seven minutes."

"Whoa, whoa wait. If she is doing that, what are we supposed to do to get in?" Dean asked.

Alex gave Dean and Sam a once over before grinning, "I've always wanted firemen."

"Kinky."

Donnie was up and going quickly, there was no time to waste and once she entered that door, the boys were making their way across the street, leaving Alex there to wait for them while they retrieved John. She had volunteered to wait for them so then they would have help when they evacuated. Something, just didn't feel right though being out there alone and vulnerable, and that feeling turned to be correct as Alex let out a hissed breath. Black coated everything, shoving her back into the far corners of her mind where the other half of her was.

"What the fuck?" she asked, her mouth not moving to voice her words.

"Hello Alex. Don't think I'm letting you mess up my plans," the rough, sickly voice spoke.

"Azazel…"

"Gotcha."

Alex watched helplessly from within as her body moved to the back alley where she looked up to find Sam, Dean and Donnie carrying John down the fire escape. When all of them landed on the sidewalk, she made her way to them, her face being formed by the demon to a look of worry.

"What the hell took you so long? I was getting—never mind. Let's just get John out of here before--," Azazel spoke in her voice, stopping when there was a thud from behind. She turned around to find a male, no doubt possessed, straddling Sam and punching him repeatedly.

'Stop it!' Alex screamed, her other half remaining silent next to her.

"Sam!" Donnie yelled, running to the fallen and beaten hunter, kneeling down and trying to rip the male off of him.

Her attempts failed as he launched her off and away like she was nothing. Dean came shortly after, leaving Alex with papa Winchester, he kicked the guy in the head and was flung onto a car.

"DEAN!" Alex's voice screamed.

'Damn, he can act, the son of a bitch,' she growled.

Everything was happening so fast, people she knew and loved where getting picked off and then the sound of a gun being fired came to her attention as she looked at Dean standing with the Colt in hand. Dean ran to Sam after lowering the weapon and putting it in his waistband, hauling the tall, lanky hunter from the ground and over to Donnie, picking her up too.

"Alex, get my dad," he grunted, passing her and heading to the car by the riverside.

Alex did as he said and soon she was back inside the Impala, still a puppet to the powerful demon in control.

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"Sam, did you salt all the windows and doors?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"How is he?"

Dean looked away from Sam at the question, he didn't know, his father seemed to be slightly coherent, but he just needed rest to fully get better. "Those demons really beat his ass up good. How are you?" Dean asked.

"I'll survive," Sam replied with a quick side smile, going over to Donnie where she sat on the floor and sitting beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Thanks for saving our lives back there Dean," Donnie said.

'What happened?' Alex asked curiously, not liking that she couldn't be heard.

"Anyone could've shoved that creep into the closet."

"Over powered me, so I wouldn't know how easy it was."

"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?"

"Dean, you know they are trying to thank you. Not to mention, how the hell did you manage to get the gun? You were right by me whole time, there was no way…" Alex began.

"I have my ways Alex. You know that," he winked.

Alex rolled her eyes and smiled, at least that's what she sensed she did. "Fine, fine, I'm glad you brought it," she said.

"You aren't mad?"

"For using a bullet? I think John would be more mad at you Dean," Alex paused, "I'm a little more forgiving."

"Thanks."

The lights began to flicker out of nowhere, followed by a strong wind knocking against the abandoned wooden cabin in the woods, creating whistling sounds; they all moved to the main window to look in the driveway.

"It found us. It's here," Donnie said.

"The demon? What is?" Sam asked.

"The demon that killed your mother and girlfriend Sam," Alex answered.

"Check the salt lines, make sure none are broken you hear me?" Dean yelled at Donnie and Sam, both of them instantly leaving the room to go and do so.

"Dean, give me the gun back. John placed it my possession and not you. I'm in charge of it and if anything happens my ass will be more on a plate than yours."

"Okay," Dean said, about to hand over the gun and Alex thought he would, and then sighed in relief when he pulled and stepped back.

"What are you doing, give me the gun."

"There is something not right about you Alex. You would be more furious with me, and you are aren't a forgiving person."

Alex squealed inside for joy at how Dean was figuring this out, fast and easy. The only problem was, now she was at the end of the Colt's barrel, and if he shot her, she'd be dead along with the demon.

"Dean, it's me, put…the gun…down. I mean, what the hell has gotten into you? I'm still me; nothing has holed up and taken over. Nothing can. The room is already occupied by my other half and you know it," Azazel tried.

'Shut up, he won't believe you,' Alex said with a triumphant smile.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, entering the room along with a very appalled Donnie.

"Dean! Put the gun down! You're going to kill somebody!" Donnie exclaimed worriedly.

"She's not Alex," Dean grit.

"What?" Donnie and Sam asked in unison.

"Don't listen to him. We don't have the fucking time for this! The demon is outside and here, and all you three can do is stand there and put a label on me for being something that I am not and can't be!" Azazel said.

The demon wasn't about to give up, even if he could tell that he had lost this little battle, and watched as the couple moved next to Dean. "Fine. Go ahead and kill me if you are so sure." Azazel lowered his body's head in sadness, already knowing that Dean wasn't going to do it, knew that he would rather die than kill Alex. Dean lowered his gun, practically near tears.

"I thought so," Azazel growled, looking up with yellow eyes. Suddenly, Sam, Dean, and Donnie fly backwards and were pinned against the walls of the room by an invisible force, not able to move.

In the fly back, Dean had dropped the gun and Azazel was already bee lining towards it, picking the gun up and looking at it appreciatively before placing it down on a table in the room.

"What a pain in the ass this thing's been," Azazel said.

"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time," Sam spoke, grunting as he tried to get free.

"You found me, whoop tee do. Actually, now that I think about it, it's more like I found you. Possessing poor little Alex, volunteering to stay behind while you three acted all heroic and going inside to save daddy."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy," Azazel paused, cocking his head to the side and grinning when Sam was unable to do anything.

Alex felt her throat vibrate and the sound of her chuckling filled the room, "Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…" sighs, "This is worth the wait. Alex, your girlfriend, she's in here with me Dean—trapped inside her own meat suit with her little buddy. She says 'hi' by the way. She's going to tear to you apart. Going to taste the iron in her boyfriend's and friend's blood."

"Let her go, or I swear to God--," Dean began.

"What? What are you and God going to do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice," Azazel paused, moving closer to Dean, "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."

"Who…oh, you mean bitch."

"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"What? You're the only one who can have a family? Who can have a life? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family and the other people you love?" Azazel asked, splaying Alex's hands to the side and hinting towards everyone in the place, but mainly Alex.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs, don't make a right," he continued.

"You son of a bitch."

"Might want to rephrase that, considering I am in a woman's body. Alex would be the daughter of a bitch. That fits perfectly with who her parents really are, or were so to speak, since Alex killed them herself."

Donnie's eyes widened and narrowed at the demon possessing Alex's body. Alex inside felt horrible that she never told her friend the truth about her parents, or even that she did what she did. She knew she'd have to explain later once they got out of this situation.

"You see I have plans…ones that have already fallen into place. The children, many, like Sam…they are the big part of it. The missing link to a greater cause, and Alex just happens to be, well, apart of the plans too. That's a fact she never knew," Azazel went on.

"Listen, you mind getting this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologuing," Dean cut in.

Alex groaned in annoyance, why couldn't Dean keep his big mouth shut? Her body moved closer to Dean, to the point that they were nearly chest-to-chest. "Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"You know, you fight and you fight for your family, but the truth is…they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam—he's clearly John's favorite. Donnie—Sam's. Alex—her destiny falls in line with his, and she is really close to him. If she could, she'd be with him instead of you."

"I bet you're proud of your kids too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them," Dean said, definitely biting back his anger and trying to ignore what the demon was saying.

Alex took a step back and lowered her head, she didn't know what she was doing and then when she raised her head, she found Dean grunting in pain while blood trails were seeping heavily through his shirt from hidden wounds underneath.

"Dean! No!" Sam screamed.

Deep down Alex was crying, she was doing this to him; she needed to stop this, try and gain back control.

"Alex, don't let it kill me," Dean pleaded, his bleeding only getting heavier as he cries and moans in pain, pretty soon blood begins to pour from his mouth.

"Stop! Stop it! Stop killing him!" Alex yelled, suddenly realizing she was free and back to normal, "Oh god, Dean!"

She began to step towards him, knowing that Sam and Donnie were now free from the demonic powers, however, Dean wasn't. As her hand reached out to Dean she felt the blackness take over again and she whirled around with a big evil grin on her face, eyes yellow and staring at Sam as he stood there with the Colt pointed at her.

"You kill me, you kill Alex," Azazel spoke.

"I know," Sam said, shifting the gun's aim from her heart to her thigh of her leg, pulling the trigger and embedding the bullet into the flesh.

Dean was released and fell to floor just as Alex did, her body jolting and convulsing from the electricity coursing through her body from the magic bullet.

"Ch-check him Sam!" she screamed in agony, arching her back and clutching her hands into fists as she thrashed around from the demon fighting to stay within.

Sam ran to his brother's side as Alex finally felt the demon remove it's last string of power from her inner walls and she screamed as the black sand-like smoke left her, her body sinking back to the ground, weak and tired.

Alex immediately whimpered and whined out loud as the pain from the gun wound came into play and Donnie was soon by her side. "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay. We'll get you, Dean and John in the car and take you all to the hospital," Donnie assured.

"Oh no, John, check on him," Alex said, her breathing fast and a small sweat was beginning to form on her body.

An open, fresh wound, dirty and abandoned cabin, possible form of infection, and cold coming in through cracks…Alex knew she was starting to get sick, and being left from a demon possession, it opened up many dangerous possibilities for her health.

Donnie came running back into the room; something was wrong. "John isn't there. The salt line is broken, and the window is smashed," she said.

"Crap. Wanna bet Azazel took him," Alex grunted, her voice lowering into a whisper as she felt sleep tugging on her consciousness.

"Hospital, now," Sam said, lifting Dean up and walking out of the cabin and to the car as Donnie helped Alex.

Once they were on the road, Donnie and Sam sat in the front seat, while Alex cuddled up next to Dean, almost drifting completely off into the welcoming dreamland. The only thing that was keeping her awake at the time was Dean mumbling to her things they would do once they were all better and fixed up; his hand running up and down her back as he too fought to keep his eyes wide.

"Just hold on, all right? Hospital's only ten minutes away," Sam said, his foot heavy on the gas petal.

"God, I hate hospital's," Alex breathed.

"Well, it's either that, or die," Donnie pointed out.

"I know…I know…"

"We still have the Colt, we just have to start over, all right, I mean, we already found the demon--," Sam began.

None of the hunters expected this to happen. The 18-wheeler semi hit the passenger side of the car dead on, not even breaking, as it pushed them right off the road. Donnie's head slammed against the roof of the car and she felt her body go lax as she landed in Sam's lap. Sam equally getting hurt, noticing a few shards of glass etching their way into him and Donnie's skin, before losing consciousness.

In the backseat, the other two didn't fair well. Alex laid in Dean's arms, bloody, mangled, and dented, her leg bone sticking out just barely. Dean remained where he sat, same position, and his heart beginning to slow.

Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.