Chapter 49-Sin City


-Authors Note: Hello there! I'm sorry it has been so long! I wasn't feeling good because I got my windsome teeth taken out, but I feel better and I am back! I hope you like it and review what you thought?

-Spoiler Alert: Spoilers of Supernatural.

-Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, only Alexandria.

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Last word… done!

"I am now finished and now I am going to eat!" I exclaimed.

Dean and Bobby doesn't pay any attention to me, both to occupied doing their thing. Dean is making bullets and Bobby is at his desk working on the Colt. I watched for a while, impressed of all those little pieces to make this awesome gun. I hope he finds a way to make it work again, this gun can be really useful for us.

I sigh leaning on the couch and stare at Dean's work.

"Hey" Sam greeted everyone as he enters the room.

"Hey" Dean looks up at him "what's up".

He replies to him and not me? I'm offended…

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop".

"Well that's thrilling".

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out".

"Could be demonic" I shrugged.

"Or, it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrap booker" Dean said.

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln".

"Where in Ohio?" Dean asked.

"Elizabethville" Sam answered "it's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt".

Well, another shitty town… why not?

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach" Dean said.

"Sorry" Sam smiles "maybe next time" he pauses "how's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow" he simply answered his eyes still on his work.

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that" Dean admitted.

"Nah, I think it's cool" I said "seeing all the parts and seeing what it's made of…. Bobby? Will you teach me one day? The parts of the gun… inside of it".

"Of course darlin'. The only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick".

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked.

I chuckle. If Bobby knew, he would have already told us. This is why Bobby gives him a hard look.

"So" Dean changes the subject "if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…" he turns towards Bobby "you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

Sam chuckles and I only roll my eyes. Bobby is doing what he can, those boys are sometimes really making me discouraged.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise it'll kill you".

I laugh, that one was good.

"All right, come on, we're wasting daylight" Dean said getting up from his seat and addresses himself to me "go grab your bags".

"Yep, see ya Bobby!" I said jumping off the couch grabbing my laptop.

"See you, Bobby" Sam said.

Before we exit the room, Bobby calls us out.

"Hey! You kids run into anything. Anything. You call me".

We all nod and leave to a really needed hunt. I want to kill something, save someone and feel good about the job.

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I am back in my serious clothes and I am finally following Sam and Dean again in as a fake insurance company. It feels weird to lie in a church, though it is for a good cause. Usually people come here to say their confession, and we are here lying about our identity.

"There's not much left for the insurance company" Father Gil told us "it was a suicide… I saw it myself".

This is worst, killing himself in a church in front of the Father.

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then" Dean said.

Father Gil sighs "that's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday".

"When did he stop?" Sam asked.

"Probably about… two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change".

"Change how?" I asked.

Sam and Dean both give me a look. I know I said that I wouldn't talk and only listen, but I want to show them that I am good at the job.

"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town…" Father Gil answered "you could be proud of. People… cared about each other. Andy sang in a choir, and then one day, he just… wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was…"

"Possessed?" Sam suggested.

Really? He could've asked it like: hey bud? Was the guy possessed by something supernatural? We are hunters.

"You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wide, destroyed his business" he listed "yes, like a switch had flipped".

"Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Sam asked.

"Sure, Tony Perkins".

"Tony Perkins" Sam repeated.

"Good man" the Father added.

"Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?"

"I never thought about it that way, but…" he pauses thinking and realizes everything "yes. About the same time as Andy. About two months ago".

"Well, thank you, Father" Dean told him "appreciate your time"

He gives us a smile and walks away leaving the three of us to get out of the church.

"Two months ago" Sam told us quietly so no one hears him "we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaretville? It's no coincidence".

"So we have to stop whatever is happening" I said.

We walk out the church and before we get in the car, Dean stops me by grabbing my arm.

"Alex. You know that you are in training, so that means you don't talk, it doesn't change as when you were fallowing us for smaller gigs".

"But, it was a pertinent question" I replied "it's kindda what we do, right?"

"Just do what we say, okay? When I think you are ready, I'll tell you".

I sigh and nod slowly, I guess I have to do what he says if I want to continue to go with them…

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We enter the motel room, and I've been in many motel cheap rooms, but this one is weird. It has a mirror on the ceiling and I think it's disgusting, when you know what people does with that.

"Richie" I hear Dean say.

I drop my bags on a bed and turn around to see the guy, I remember that guy, I don't know how I could have forgotten him, he is a weird dude.

"I don't believe it" Dean chuckled.

Dean goes in the hall to talk with Richie, who has a girl who walks at his side. A taller girl than him, though he is small, she has blond hair and she's wearing sexy clothes, which gives the cue that they were having fun all night.

"Hey, Dean… Winchester, right?" He asked.

"Yeah" Dean nodded.

"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl".

What? Sister? That's… uh…

"Hey" she greeted with a naughty smile.

"Cheryl" Dean nodded.

Richie hands her money "there" she leaves "well, you know… stepsister".

"Come on in" he told him "this is my brother Sam, and you remember Alex right?"

"Yeah, I do, you grown up" he said and looks at Sam "how you doing?"

"Not too bad" Sam answered "how do you two know each other?"

"You were in school" Dean said.

"It was that succubus, in Canarsie, right?" Richie asked.

"Yeah, yeah" Dean confirmed.

I remember that, it was about two years after Sam left, or one, not too sure. Dad was on his own hunting his own case and Dean didn't want me alone at the motel so he had brought me to see that guy.

"Oh, man" Richie stated "you should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her".

"Who, whoa" Dean stopped him "who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up".

"Oh, I forgot, what a comedian this guy was".

"Richie" Dean sighs "Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again, you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed".

Everyone can get killed in this job, look at us? Our family is sucked. Mom was killed by supernatural, Dad too. Sam died because of a supernatural dude, and Dean is going to die because of a supernatural deal.

Richie's phone rings, so he answers "talk to me" he talks to Dean "FIY, Winchester, words hurt" he gets his attention back to the person on the phone "yeah?... No, it's not a good time, babe. Later".

Babe? He just slept with his stepsister and gets a call from his 'babe'? Is it a babe, like serious or just another…

Fuck this, he's just a real player.

"So, you find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asked Richie once he was off the phone.

"Ah, no" he shakes his head "I got nothing. Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?"

"Yeah".

"No, I got nothing".

He is really an amateur, not a real hunter. He also looks like a dude on vacation, wearing a weird shirt.

"Typical" Dean commented quietly "what about your sister back there?"

"Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?"

Sam, Dean and I all grimace, disgusted. It would be like Sam or Dean with…. Oh God, now I need something to erase my memory.

"Right" Richie said and clears his throat "awkward…. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy, they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it".

"Yeah, that's where we are, too" Sam said "you know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell-"

"Yeah" Dean nodded "but why wouldda blow his brains out?"

"Well, for fun?" Richie answered like it was obvious "you know, he wrecks one body, move to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride".

"Anybody else left it the town that fits the profile, you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?"

"There's Trotter".

"Who is that?" I asked.

"Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers… ah… he practically owns this whole town".

"Know where we could find him?" Sam asked.

"Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours".

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This is where Dean pulls up the Impala. I've never seen a bar like that, and I did a lot of them. People are all around, music playing and girls walking around, the boys checking them… it's like seeing a scene straight from a movie.

"I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town" Dean told Sam as he looks around.

"It is. At least, it's supposed to be".

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Dean asked with a big smile on his face "let's do some research".

"With that smile I think it's Sam and I whose going to do some research" I pointed out.

"Nope, you stay in here. I don't want you in there… we never know".

"What?" I look at him shocked "I'll stay with Sam all along, I think it's safer to stay with him than being alone out here".

"She's right" Sam said.

Dean sighs heavily "fine, stay where Sam can see you".

I give him a huge nod and exit the door. I'm pretty sure I can take care of men who has dirty eyes. I am trained and I carry a gun on me, I also have two body guards and most importantly, I don't drink.

We get out the car and make our way inside and in the crowed. I feel Sam's hand on my back, protectively.

We suddenly fall on Richie, wearing a vacancies shirt, the orange one with a white shirt. He looks like an idiot.

"Oh, Richie. Look at you" Dean laughed.

"Hey" they shake hand.

"Bringing satin back".

"Oh, you like this?" He asked "try Thai silk, Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost me, fuggedaboutit".

"How much is 'forget about it'?" Dean asked.

I put a hand to my mouth, hiding my smile.

"Ah, forget about it" Richie nods and points a guy "that's Trotter over there. He sits there all night can't touch him".

"So what do we do?" I asked

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender".

I follow his gaze towards this brunette girl, yep tight clothes, sexy. Dean's style.

"Easy" Richie smiles "me and her, we got a little… somethin', something' lined up for later".

I glance back at the sexy girl and at the somewhat loser in front of me. Really? Is she ugly without make up or something?

"Yeah, right" Dean said also not believing him.

"Stings, don't it? All right. I got to hit the head, release the hostages be back in a few".

He leaves. I'm still trying to figure how he did it, how did he get that girl.

"I can't believe he got a girl that's not his sister" I said impressed.

"Yeah" Dean agreed "no way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel".

Before I can get out a comment how stupid Dean is, another voice talks behind us.

"You think so?"

We turn around, Father Gil sitting at the bar with a glass in his hands.

"Oh" Dean chuckles "sorry, Padre".

"Knew you boys would find your way here. Even the girls" he said pointing at me "they all do".

"No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam asked.

"Like it or not, you go where your flock is".

The hot bartender Dean likes a lot, comes and pours another drink to Father Gil.

"Plus, the clergy drinks for free" she added.

"True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession".

"Not in this lifetime, Father" she laughed.

"I better see your butt on Sunday" he said and glances back at my brothers "nickel or no nickel".

I smile, biting on my bottom lip, trying to not laugh.

Father Gil leaves, there is something wrong for sure in this town. First Sam said this town was suck, and here is everyone partying. Also, the deaths.

"What can I get you boys?" The girl asked us.

"What's your speciality?" Dean asked her.

"I make a mean hurricane".

"I guess we'll see about that".

"You don't drink hurricanes, Dean" I pointed out.

"I do now".

I roll my eyes and take a look at the place. I've seriously never saw a bar like this one, and I don't really like it. People of every kind are here, and a lot of people. Almost the whole town, I wonder how much time this goes.

I suddenly spot someone taking a gun out of his pockets. I hit Sam on his arm who looks at where I point and alerts Dean.

The man shoots another one, right in the head before Dean tackles him and Sam throws some holly water on him, but it doesn't make any effect, the only effect that it has, is that the man looks at him like he is crazy.

"What are you doing?" He yells "he slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!"

"Somebody call 911!" Sam shouted.

Did this guy was normal and killed another dude in a bar because the man slept with his wife? I can understand that it's unacceptable, but still.

The weirdest thing is that for once we got caught up in something non-supernatural.

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I'm going to go crazy if I stay one more second in this bar. I will throw a fit and run out of here, they are way too many cops and I hate cops, we can add them to my fears.

"Sam, Dean" I whispered "can we go?"

"Yeah, too many cops here" Sam agreed "I say we roll".

"Just be cool" Dean said "poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst".

"So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?"

I wish I knew, so we could either finish the job or get the hell out of this town to work on more serious thing. For example, Dean's deal.

"I don't know" Dean answered "maybe it is just what it is, town full of scumbags".

"Probably" I shrug.

"You boys ready for your mug shots?" A cop tells them.

The three of us share a glance, now they want a picture? Great, we have to leave.

"The photographer's gonna be here in a few" the cop added "and… take your picture for the local paper".

"Be an honor, officer" Dean said with a fake smile "what a thrill!"

The officer gives us one last smile before leaving us there at the bar.

"Yep, time to go" Sam said getting up.

"Wait a second" Dean stopped him "wait a second".

"What?" I asked

"Where's Richie?"

I look around, no ugly shirt in the horizon. Even though he is a loser, I hope for him he didn't get in any trouble.

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As I come back from the bathroom, I sit with Dean at the table of the same bar we flee like a few hours ago. Once the cops and every cameras were gone, we came back.

Sam joins us, setting his and Dean's beer on the table and sits next to me.

"You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?" Sam asked him.

"How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble".

"Well, let's hope he's just somewhere banged up or getting banged up… if you know what I mean" I said.

He said he had a 'thing' with the bar lady, it's probably there he is right now.

"Dean, you're assuming he's missing" Sam stated "I mean, maybe he just bailed".

"He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward" Dean said "he wouldn't just bail. I got to find him".

"All right" Sam nodded "meanwhile, I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy, with Alex".

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here".

"Well" I sighed "I'm in. I just need to do something".

"Then the plan is made" Dean concluded.

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Sam and I are following this Trotter guy. We followed him to his office, where we do our spy mission to hide until he leaves his office. Suddenly, Sam's phone starts ringing and I give him a look saying: are you serious?

"Dean" Sam answered quietly "…. Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now. Yeah, we're fine. Just, uh… meet us at the bar in twenty minutes, okay?"

He doesn't let Dean answer and shuts his phone.

We suddenly hear the door of Trotter's office open and Sam pulls me with him behind a wall where he certainly won't see us.

After a few minutes, Sam nods to me, to say that the way is cleared, but we stay in our hiding spot, just in case. We need to wait for the guy to come out. At this moment I wish I would've stayed with Dean to search for 'the sweet moron' instead of waiting here for… who knows how long.

"Want to play a game?" I whispered to Sam.

"What?" He looks at me confused.

"A game" I repeated saying each syllable "you know a game is-"

"I know what a game is" he sighed "it's not the time for this".

I pout "well, this is going to be long and boring".

Sam only rolls his eyes and I try to not laugh too loudly, got to keep the cover.

The door opens again and Sam leans to look and makes me the sign to follow him. Well, that was faster than I excepted.

I follow Sam quietly to the office, I use my magic instruments to open the door and let Sam in first.

Sam starts to search through the guy's stuff, but I stay standing in the middle of the room, completely lost.

"What am I supposed to look for?" I asked him.

"Anything" Sam answered.

I sigh and start looking at the library, just old books with things that I don't care about… maybe a random book that opens a secret room like the movies? That could be cool…

I feel a sudden presence behind me, and it's not Sam, and I don't like it.

I turn around, a man dressed in black carrying a gun approaches Sam first, but Sam takes a swing hitting him first in the face making the gun fall from his hands. I grab the gun and point it at the guy which Sam is still hitting.

"What are you doing here?"

Another one!

This time, when I turn around, it's Trotter who's pointing a gun at Sam and his sharp eyes on me.

"I think maybe you know" Sam told him calmly.

"Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops!" He yelled.

"Cops?" Sam and I repeated.

The cops? If this guy has something to do with demons, wouldn't he kill us? That's what I would do.

"Breaking and entering, assault" Trotter listed "you're in a peck of trouble, my friends".

"Uh, wha… uh…" he gives me a confused look, but I just shrugged since I am confused too "I think, I could probably explain it-"

Instead of talking, Sam turns around and grabs the gun from Trotter's hand and points it at him.

"All right, back up!" He ordered "get back!"

"Money's in the safe! Take it and go" he told us.

"I don't want your money. I just got to be sure" he gives me a small nod towards the two men "Alex".

I take the flask from his pockets and splash some of its content on the two guys, no react. Ah… well, we are fucked.

"What kind of psycho are you?" Trotter demanded looking at us like we are freaks.

"Oh, God" Sam takes back the flask from my hands and lowers his gun, so I do the same "I'm sorry… heh… I… think this was just a minor misunderstanding? Yeah, okay, ummmm…. How 'bout we just…. We just leave… cause…." He removes the bullet from the gun "I'll take these" he places the gun down "okay, we'll go, uh, I'll leave this for, uh… you, uh… have a nice day?"

"I'll take the gun" I said following Sam out of the room.

Once we are out of the building and back in the stolen car, I can't help but to laugh. This could have gone truly wrong, but now it's just funny.

"Why are you laughing?" Sam asked me.

"You should have seen your face" I laughed "it was hilarious".

"Stop… why did you keep the gun anyway?"

"Because you never know when you need an extra gun… and I am a weird person".

"Yes you are" Sam sighed.

Though, I thought he'd be laughing, but he just looks sad. Like something wasn't right with what I had said.

"Sam?" I asked "what is it?"

"Alex, you're fifteen and… I don't know why, but it's still weird and a little scary to see you go around with a gun smiling when you kill a monster".

"I smile because I'm happy of the people I save by killing it… anyway, Sam. I need to be stronger".

"You talking about Dean?"

I nod.

"Alex, you don't have to be stronger. I'll be there, and you are already strong".

"You'll need someone to help you too" I said.

"Alex, I'm the one who has to take care of you".

If it's what he says.

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Back at the bar. I look, again, around the place hoping to see Dean, but he is nowhere to be seen. We've been waiting for now almost thirty minutes and he's still not there.

"You look kind of tense".

A black haired woman, wearing a tight red dress, her lips sharing the color approaches Sam with a naughty smile.

"You know, I know a surefire way to relax".

"Maybe later" Sam declined.

I chuckle to myself as she sighs annoyed and moves to another man.

"Excuse me. Hi" Sam said to the barman.

"What can I get for you?" He asked.

"Um, you remember the guy we were with last night?" He asked pointing at me and himself "we sat right here. Ummm…."

"The big hero who jumped on Reggie" the barman said.

"Yeah, yeah. The… the big hero. Right. Um, have you seen him around at all today?"

"Maybe. Depends".

"Depends on what?"

The look on the man's face says everything. I take out some money I carry in my back pocket and put it in front of him, I don't even know how much I just put.

"Oh my!" Sam gasped "does everyone around here have their hand out?"

"Shut up" I told him and look at the man "tell us".

"He left with Casey about an hour ago".

"Any idea where they went?" Sam asked.

"Her place… for Bible study".

"All right, you got an address?"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked us "you think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you can go there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off?"

I sigh annoyed and take the rest of my money slipping in to the barman. I hate people of this town.

"Corner of Piermont" he said "and Clinton. Have fun".

Have fun? We are not going there to… oh… that's disturbing.

We ride to the address the guy left us.

Sam knocks on the door, but no one answers, no one looks like they are home anyway. So, I push Sam away and use my lock pick to open the door.

We enter and start looking around and I smell a familiar smell of sulfur.

I check the coffee table and see the powder.

"Sam" I called out "I found sulfur".

He joins me and sighs.

"They're not here, we need to find out where they are".

"Yeah, Dean owes me fifty bucks… I gave the guy all my money".

Sam chuckles "I guess we'll have to ask more questions".

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"Bobby, it's Sam. We got a big problem. I found some sulfur, and now I can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this".

Sam hangs up and I can feel this feeling in my stomach that scares me each time one of my brother is missing. I always think about the worse scenario possible, I just hope Dean is okay…

"Hey" Sam called out to the barman "excuse me. Um, they weren't there".

"I guess you got to catch your jollies another night. Here" he gives him a drink "why don't you have a drink… and relax?"

"Yeah, I don't want to relax!" Sam snapped "what is wrong with the people in this town?"

"Suit yourself, princess".

"I'll take the drink" I said.

I grab it and drink all of it's content feeling this burning, but yet good taste of alcohol.

"Alex!" Sam grabs the empty glass "first, don't drink. And second, we are on the job".

"Come on, we couldn't just waste that… and… I don't have any reasons".

Sam sighs heavily. I look around, and suddenly spot someone who could help us.

Of course. I should've thought about it before, it's obvious, I guess. Father Gil could tell us, because I figured that Casey was the girl with the Hurricane speciality. She looked close to Father Gil, so let's hope that this works out.

"Sam" I point at the Father and he gets the same idea.

WE walk up to him, and stand in front of the table he is currently sitting at with a drink in his hand.

"Father" Sam said to catch his attention.

"Yes?"

"Um… can we, can we talk to you for a sec?"

"Yes, of course, have a seat" he nodded with a small smile.

We sit down and Sam talks first.

"So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?"

"Since she was in pigtails" he nodded.

"Well, um, she and my brother, they, uh…" he pauses searching for his words and clearly uncomfortable "they… left tonight. Together".

"Ah. Well… not that I approve, but they are consenting adults".

I grimace, just the thought of Dean… doing…'it'… makes me want to cut a part of my brain to forget that moment.

"Right" Sam stated.

"I… I'm sorry. You said 'brother'. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?"

"Right, right. Well, well we are. Um, it's like, it's like a family business, you know?"

"Ah".

"Anyway, um, so, so, we went to Casey's apartment and they weren't there. I… I… I just have this feeling that they… that they might be in trouble".

"What kind of trouble?" He asked suddenly looking worried.

"Just… trouble. Look, please, Father, we…. We need your help. Is there anything you could tell us about Casey, anyplace she'd go, maybe?"

"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket".

What? He wants to come with us? Well, if we do kill something, we'll have someone to confess… well, I'd have a lot to confess.

"No, wait, wait, wait, Father" Sam stopped him "we can do this ourselves".

"Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about".

He stands up and puts on his coat. I start walking towards the door, this is going to be a pain in the ass.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

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A silence. An uncomfortable silence is what we can feel in the car at this moment.

"So" Father Gil said "insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?"

"Yeah" Sam nodded "yeah, yeah, I… like being able to help people".

Helping people is the first task on the hunter's list, the main part why I do this job too. Anyway, I never really had a choice either. Dad was forced into this work because of yellow eyes and we carried on because of all the shit is happening. I wonder if Sam would have never died and Dean would not have to bring him back, how it would be like today. Would we be still hunting?

What will I do after Dean's death?

"Ever think about doing anything else?" Father Gil asked.

"Like what?"

"Mmm, anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things" he turns towards me "you look young too, you have a lot of future in front of you".

"Yeah, well, who knows?" I shrug "maybe I'll be dead in a terrible accident in a second? Or in an hour? Life is like that".

"Well, this is all in God's hand" he frowns when I scoff "you don't believe?"

"Nah, I don't" I said.

In a second I remember when I talked with the Father, when we worked the job with the changelings. He told me that he only had faith, and that everything that happens is for a reason, to make you grow up. Is all Father's thinking like that? I remember Pastor Jim saying something similar to this.

"Well" Father Gil smiles "everyone has an opinion on everything" he pauses "so, Sam. You never answered my question?"

"I don't know" Sam answered "I like doing what I'm doing, I guess"

"Well, it's your life. Does, um… Dean?"

"Yeah, Dean" Sam confirmed.

"Does he find trouble often?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share".

If only Father Gil knew in what shit Dean got himself in…

"Well, it's a good thing he has you. His brother's keeper".

Sam nods slowly. I will be the sister who will save Dean, for once I will take care of him. I owe him that, I see it now. He sacrificed so much when I was a kid, just to make me happy.

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Once we arrive at the house Father Gil led us to, we get out and we separate to cover more grounds. I go with Sam around the house while Father Gil goes the other side.

"Dean!" Sam called out.

No answer. He better be here.

"Dean!" I called out.

This time, I hear it, it's not very loud, but I can still hear it.

"Sam! Alex!"

I share a small glance with Sam and we run to where it comes from.

"Sammy! Alex! Down here! The basement caved in!"

We stop a second, looking around and I spot a small gate which I point immediately to Sam.

We lean towards the gate where Dean is, relieve all over his face, and the best guess is that it's Sam and I copy it.

"Dean. Hey, hold on, okay? The three of us is coming".

"Three?" Dean asked frowning.

"Father Gil is with us" I told him.

Dean turns his head towards his back and looks back at us "Sammy, Alex, be careful".

We both nod, and go join Father Gil to the front of the house, but, Father Gil's eyes are now all black.

He's a demon? That's not good at all.

Suddenly, a shot comes from nowhere and hits the statue beside the demon. I look beside me and see the one and only Bobby holding the one and only Colt.

Father Gil looks at Bobby too, but him angrily and he moves his hand making Bobby fly like a rag doll. He then does the same trick on Sam, sending him on the Impala and me onto a tree always the tree.

I groan, pain at my head and back. I put a hand behind my head and feel the sticky and warm substance coming from my head.

"Fuck" I whispered getting up leaning on the tree.

"You okay darling?" Bobby asked me.

"Yeah, thanks".

I look around to see where Sam is, but he is nowhere to be found. I give a simple look to Bobby and he understands my question.

"He went to get your brother, I gave him the Colt, don't worry".

"That I helped repairing".

I look over his shoulder and gasp seeing Ruby, standing behind Bobby. What the hell is she doing here?

"Ruby?"

"Hi little Winchester" she smiles like a bitch.

"I got to get Sam and Dean" I said getting up, ignoring the pain. I need to know if they are okay, it's my number one priority.

I run in the house, find the stairs, stumble down and finally find them. Sam has his gun raised on Casey and Father Gil who is holding Dean by his neck.

Dammit!

Sam shoots Father Gil, his body falling on the ground lifeless. Dean falls on the ground too and I run to him, helping him up.

"Dean" I breathed out.

But Dean doesn't look at him, instead, he stares at Casey and Sam's gun pointed on her.

"Sam, wait!" He yelled.

Sam shoots.

Casey falls on the ground, dead. I look up at Sam, his eyes cooled and I've never seen that before.

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"Well, what do you think, Bobby?"

Dean saw it too, the way Sam killed those demons. I know that it's our job to get rid of demons and Dean was in danger, but it was scary. He could have exorcised them.

"Two less demons to worry about" Bobby said "that's not nothing".

"Yeah, but Trotter's still alive" Dean pointed out.

"Humans ain't our job".

"Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean, maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is… a losing battle".

"Is that you or the demon girl talking?"

I look up at Dean, I don't know what she told to him, but whatever it was, it wasn't happy.

"Ohhh, it's me" Dean answered "demon is dead, and so is the hot girl it was possessing".

"Well" Bobby sighs "had to be done. Sam was saving your life".

"Yeah, but you didn't see it Bobby, it was cold".

"Scary cold" I added.

"Yeah?"

Dean sighs "Alex, walk on".

"Dean-"

"No, walk on, Alexandria".

I frown but walk on. I wonder what is up with him, I hope it's not a secret thing.

I get to the car and see Dean's face, his worried about his siblings face.

Things are going to go south, and fast.