Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. I just like playing with them. :P
A/N: Thank you to all those who have read and especially to those who have reviewed. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here is Chapter 4, please please review. Constructive criticism isextremely welcome as it helpsme improve my writing, and helps with the direction of the story. :)
Chapter 4: - Blood, Sweat and Tears.
Slamming the front door shut behind her later that night, Alex stormed over to her car, flung open the driver's door and turned on the engine. She thumped her head against the steering wheel in frustration and shouted in fury as she put the car into gear and slammed her foot down on the accelerator, tires screeching and gravel flicking up behind her.
"I can't believe he won't bloody believe me," she muttered furiously, as she pulled out onto the road. "Thinks I'm going insane! Well you try watching your mother burst into flames." Angry tears filled her eyes as she drove across town and pulled into the parking lot next to 'The Deep.'
Locking the car and stalking across the tarmac, she pushed open the bar door, and headed straight for the counter, ordering a drink, her anger and frustration slowly ebbing away.
"Hey Alex!"
She turned slightly in her seat, groaning inwardly. 'Can't I just have a quiet drink and be left in peace,' she thought dismally.
"Hi Seth," she sighed, her face tired and drawn.
"Still having trouble with the yuppies?" he grinned.
"Give it a rest," she muttered wearily, fed up by his ill attempts at humour.
"Sorry," said Seth, holding up his hands good-naturedly. "Just trying to make you smile."
Guilt crept up inside her, fighting against her bad mood. She was about to apologise when Adam, who had been sitting with his girlfriend, walked up behind Seth and clapped him on the shoulder. "How's the drowned rat?" he said looking down at her.
Her temper bated, reared its ugly head, quashing her guilt with ease. Shaking her head in frustration, she moved off her stool, knocked back her drink and headed for the door.
"Shit man," said Seth, clapping Adam across the back of the head. He ran after her as she left the bar and crossed the car park. "Alex stop! Don't leave cos of us. We were just having a laugh."
"Oww," Adam groaned suddenly, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Seth stopped and looked at him.
"Christ," he cried out, clasping his head in his hands, his eyes rolling.
Alex turned back, and hurried towards them, concern etched across her tanned face. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked tentatively, her hands outstretched, her annoyance beaten down by her concern.
They both looked up, hands dropping to their sides. "Sure!" came the response.
"Umm … are you sure?" she said, looking doubtful as they nodded. "Well see you around then," she shrugged and turned back to her car.
"Hang on, where you going?" they both called, hurrying after her.
"Home," she said, raising her eyebrow bemused.
"Don't go," Seth pleaded, grabbing her arm.
"What the hell has gotten in to you?" she exclaimed, shaking him off.
"Leave her alone asshole," Adam snapped angrily shoving him hard.
Alex stared in shock as Seth shoved Adam back, his eyes changing colour from hazel to a shocking bright blue.
"What the hell …" Alex muttered under her breath, as she took a step back in alarm.
"You leave her alone," Seth shouted, smashing the bottle of beer he held in his hand against a nearby car and holding it out threateningly.
"Right, where did she say that bar was?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Just up here and on the left somewhere," Sam muttered, as he tried to change the cassette tape.
"Don't even think about it," Dean muttered, his hand covering the radio. "House rules remember!"
Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look out of the window as they pulled into the parking lot next to the bar. "Hey isn't that Alex?" he muttered, shifting in his seat to get a better look out of the window.
"Yeah, I think it is, and those two jerks from the beach," Dean said, pulling into a parking space.
"Hey, hey," Alex shouted out in alarm, trying to get between the Seth and Adam. "Put the bottle down!"
"Get out of the way," Adam spat, smashing his bottle against a lamp post.
"PUT IT DOWN!" Alex ordered her eyes wide in horror. "Please!"
Seth and Adam staring hard at each other, both placed their broken bottles on the floor grudgingly. Sighing in relief, Alex lowered her hands which had been pressed against their chests in a bid to keep them apart.
Suddenly Adam leapt forwards, knocking Alex aside and Seth backwards. "ADAM NO!" Alex screamed, regaining her balance and lunging at him in an attempt to pull him off.
"Get off me bitch," Adam snapped, grabbing a fist full of her top and flinging her off him.
Alex fell backwards, hitting her head against the tarmac, momentarily stunning her.
"Oh shit," said Dean, watching the scene before him. He turned off the Impala's engine and tried to open his door. "Door's jammed," he muttered trying to force it open.
"Mine too," said Sam, as he threw his body weight against the passenger door.
"Hey hey, be careful," said Dean instinctively.
"Man shut up and get us outta here," Sam snapped, trying to force the window open.
"Oww," Alex groaned, as she struggled to sit up and moved her hand to her head, wincing slightly as she felt blood.
Looking over, she saw Seth and Adam still fighting. Both were cut and bruised, Seth sporting a split lip and Adam a bloodied nose. Seth had just forced Adam off him and had rolled out of the way as Adam, having found one of the broken bottles, lunged at him thirsty for blood.
"STOP!" Alex cried forcing herself to her feet, as Seth picked up the other broken bottle to defend himself.
"SOMEONE HELP!" Alex shouted, looking towards the bar desperately. People were throwing themselves against the doors and windows struggling to get out. Confused and bewildered, she turned back to the pair screaming "NO!" as Adam plunged the broken bottle into Seth's stomach and Seth plunged his into Adam's chest.
She ran towards the brawling pair, who having both wounded each other with the broken bottles several times, backed away wincing. Adam collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor unmoving, Seth wavering faintly on his feet.
Alex grabbed Seth by the shoulders as he sank to his knees, his stomach bleeding profusely. 'Oh god what have you done,' she thought desperately, as he collapsed against her. She cradled him in her arms, looking into his tortured face with eyes brimming with tears. She watched in alarm as his bright blue eyes faded back to their normal hazel colour.
"Alex," Seth gasped.
"Come on!" Dean shouted in frustration, as he threw his weight against the door, the delicacy he usually showed his baby, abandoned. "Whoa," he yelled, as the door finally flew open and he fell in a heap on the floor.
Sam, hastily climbing over the seats, clambered out of the car and pulled Dean to his feet roughly, muttering, "You okay?" Not waiting for an answer he raced towards Alex, Seth and Adam at a sprint, Dean close behind. He glanced at the bar where people were fighting against the doors realising they must have locked too.
"What happened?" Seth gasped, as he looked into Alex's scared face, grabbing her hand in desperation.
"I … you … and Adam," Alex muttered incoherently, as her eyes drifted over to Adam's motionless body. Seth followed her gaze, shuddering at what he saw.
"Alex, are you okay?" came a breathless voice from behind her.
She turned to find Sam and Dean running towards her. "I … I" she tried looking down at Seth and her blood-stained clothes, trembling uncontrollably.
"It's okay," said Dean quietening her, as Sam crouched down beside Adam and checked for a pulse. Turning to Dean, a sombre expression etched across his face, he shook his head slightly.
"Oh god, I killed him didn't I?" Seth whispered, his eyes sparkling with tears, his breathing laboured and shallow. He looked up into Alex's terrified face as his own twisted in agony and his body revolted, blood seeping from his wounds.
"Hold on," she whispered, as she squeezed his hand, the other pressed firmly against his wounds, trying to stem the blood flow. His eyes rolled in his head and his body shuddered. He clenched her hand, squeezing it tightly as he stared up at her petrified, struggling to breathe. "Come on," Alex whispered, looking around desperately for an ambulance. Looking down, Seth trembled and grew silent.
Tears streamed down her frightened face as she held Seth's limp body in her lap. From the direction of the bar, she heard smashing glass as people finally forced their way out of the building. A thundering of feet preceded horrified screams as the mass of people saw Alex blood-drenched and dishevelled, Seth lying dead in her lap and Adam lying dead nearby.
"Urgh," Alex shuddered, her entire body trembling violently. She pushed Seth off her lap in terror shuffling backwards as fast as she could before bumping into Dean who drew her up in his arms.
"Shhh," he muttered, as she collapsed against him and broke down in to desperate sobs. Sam looked at Dean, concern etched across his expressive face as sirens wailed in the distance. "Come on," Dean muttered, pulling Alex to her feet. He guided her away from the scene and sat her on a nearby wall as police and ambulance vehicles screeched to a halt around them.
"What happened?" Sheriff Peters demanded coldly, looking at the horrific scene.
"I … they attacked each other," Alex stammered, as a paramedic attended to the gash on the back of her head.
"What?" he barked.
Alex, wincing as the paramedic doused the wound in antiseptic, trembled at the sound of his harsh voice, tears silently cascading down her drained cheeks.
"Sir, they just attacked each other. We saw it!" Dean butted in. Sam nodded in agreement.
"And who the hell are you?" the sheriff snapped, turning on them.
"I'm giving them surf lessons," Alex tried, watching Dean's face twitch in anger at the sheriff's cruel tone. "They're on holiday."
Checking himself slightly, the sheriff turned back to Alex. "You need to make a formal statement," he finished coldly.
"Alex. ALEX!" a voice shouted. Alex turned to see her father fighting through the crowd of distraught people. "Oh my god, are you okay?" he said hugging her.
She nodded slowly looking down at her blood-soaked clothes and blood-covered hands, her face draining of what little colour was left.
"Can I take her home now?" he asked, turning to the sheriff.
"She needs to make a formal statement down at the station."
"Can't she do that tomorrow? Look at her. She's in shock!"
Grudgingly the sheriff agreed on the condition she made her statement first thing the next day.
"I …bye," she called to Dean and Sam, as her father led her away firmly, her wrist clasped in his hand.
An hour later, Dean walked out of the motel shower rubbing his hair on a towel, having washed off the blood which had rubbed off Alex onto him. "You find anything in dad's journal?" he asked, looking over at Sam.
Sam flung the journal which had been sitting on his lap aside and pulled up the laptop. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "All there is is a brief entry about protecting Alex and her mother and a photograph. Whatever is causing this has to be a spirit of some description but have you ever seen a spirit possess two people at the same time and then forced them to kill each other in that way?"
Dean shook his head and sat on one of the beds, putting the towel aside. "Well what about a spirit …" he rubbed his head straining to think. "Oh I dunno. I mean could it be conjured for such a purpose?"
"What? You mean like a davae?"
"Yeah," Dean muttered, pulling on a pair of jeans.
"But it can't be, I mean they normally kill on their own, not through possession," said Sam.
"Well what else … witchcraft?"
"It could be. Remember my vision. The glowing light," Sam muttered.
"What? You think Alex is doing this?" Dean exclaimed. Sam shrugged. "Oh come off it. You saw her. Did she look like a killer to you? And you can't believe she killed her mother, especially like that!"
"I guess not," Sam sighed, remembering the fire and choking smoke from his vision.
"It's more likely that the spirit is somehow connected to her. I mean people do have a tendency to die around her."
"But if it's a spirit, whose?" said Sam. "We've been through the town records and the relevant books."
"I dunno, but if it's something suspicious or supernatural it wouldn't surprise me if all the evidence was hidden away. How many times have we seen it on other jobs? And you saw the way that librarian acted the other day. Don't you think it was a bit odd?"
"Nothing surprises me anymore," Sam sighed. "Well except finding out about you and Cassie."
Dean gave him a shove. "Yeah well," he muttered, pulling on a t-shirt. "Our upbringing wasn't exactly what most people would call normal."
"You're telling me. When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a forty five."
"Well what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'"
"Don't be afraid of the dark! Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark; you know what's out there!"
Sam rolled his eyes emphatically and shook his head.
"Your running off to college was more of a shock than anything else I've ever come across, from phantom cars to scarecrow gods."
"Don't forget saving your ass," Sam smirked.
"Yeah well …" Dean trailed off. "Come on, we've gotta find out whose spirit we're dealing with here before someone else dies." Picking up their father's journal, he began flicking through it, looking for any clues or information that could help them. "I never did get that drink," he muttered, after several minutes of silence consumed the room.