June 17th, 2009
It was a month later when Bobby got the news from Sam and Dean. Pamela was dead. Sadness pulsed through Alex. Pamela the psychic. Dead. The funeral was in Cheyenne, Wyoming. They packed their bags and headed out.
...
Cheyenne, Wyoming
Alex tossed open the motel door open. She tossed her bag on the floor, flicking on the lights. Bobby followed. Nothing was really said. They had just gotten back from the funeral, and neither felt like talking. Alex sighed, sitting on the bed.
"Alex."
Alex turned at her name. She let out a frustrated breath. "Uriel."
"The hell?" Bobby exclaimed, looking over at the angels.
"What do you want?" Alex snapped.
"Come with us."
Us? For the first time, Alex saw Castiel standing behind Uriel. "Why?" she asked.
"We don't have to answer to you."
...
Then the motel room was gone. They were in a dark room. As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a different, empty motel room. "The hell?" she snapped.
"Be quiet." Uriel pushed her towards one of the beds. She sat down, slightly nervous. There they waited.
The door opened, and two figures walked in. Alex immediately recognized them. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find her voice. Uriel looked down at her, and Alex knew exactly why she couldn't speak. She glared at him.
"Ah, home crappy home." Alex recognized Dean's voice.
The lights flicked on.
"Winchester and Winchester." Uriel greeted the two men.
Dean groaned. "Oh, come on." He saw Alex, and he looked at her, gaze questioning. She let out a frustrated breath in response.
"You are needed," Uriel informed Dean.
Alex looked for Cas. He was standing behind Uriel, facing the left wall, unblinking.
"Needed?" Dean spat. "We just got home from being needed."
"Don't take that tone with me, boy," Uriel snapped.
"No, you mind your damn tone with us." Dean looked down at Alex. "What are you doing here?"
Alex opened her mouth, and her voice was back. "I don't know," she growled. "I was dragged her by these winged dicks."
"Be quiet," Uriel ordered.
Alex ignored him. "And what the hell am I even doing here? I am actually needed?"
"I said, be quiet!"
Alex let out a wordless huff.
"Listen. We just got back from Pamela's funeral," Sam began..
"Pamela," Dean added. "You know, precious little psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that?" His tone was growing sharp.
Alex glanced over at Castiel. His face seemed one of disinterest and regret.
"Good times," Dean continued. "Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"
"We raised you out of Hell for our purposes." Uriel's voice rose as well.
"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly do you want with me?"
"A little gratitude, for starters."
"Oh," Dean scoffed, brushing the angel off.
Castiel turned to face the Winchester. "Dean, we know this is difficult to understand-" He suddenly stopped talking, glancing at Uriel. Alex narrowed her eyes worriedly.
"And we don't care." Uriel cast Castiel a meaningful look. Castiel returned to studying the walls. "Now, seven angels have been murdered, all from our garrisons. The last one was killed tonight."
Alex let out a murmur of sympathy. It went unnoticed by the angels.
"Demons?" Dean suggested. "How are they doing it?"
"We don't know," Uriel responded.
"I'm sorry," Sam cut in, "but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels is out of our league, right?"
"How do we know it's a demon?" Alex countered. "I mean, we have to examine all possibilities."
"Well, it's kind of been demons and angels, ya know?"
"We can handle the demons, thank you very much," Uriel told Sam.
"Once we find out who it is," Castiel added.
"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean sounded skeptical.
"Not quite." Castiel finally turned to approach them. He stopped behind Uriel. "We have Alistair."
"Great. He should be able to name your trigger man."
"But he won't talk. Alistair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse."
"Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture," Dean admitted. "You guys are out of your league."
"That's why we've come to his student," Uriel said. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."
Dean looked down at his shoes, shocked, and Alex stood up. "No way," she protested. "Cas!" She turned to the blue-eyed angel. He refused to meet her gaze.
"Be quiet!" Uriel turned on her, eyes blazing.
Alex met his gaze angrily, shoulder's squared. But she said nothing.
"Dean, you're our best hope," Castiel said quietly.
"No." Dean shook his head in disbelief. "No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this."
Uriel's face remained cold. "Who said anything about asking?"
Then they were gone again.
...
They were in a dark room. Alex blinked, her eyes adjusting once again. Castiel motioned to his right, and Dean walked over to a small window in a door, shoulders tense.
"The devil's trap is old Enochian," Castiel said. "He is bound completely."
"Fascinating," Dean replied scathingly. He turned away. "Where's the door?"
"Where are you going?"
"Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much." Dean walked away and Alex followed. They passed Uriel, who suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Angels are dying, boy," he said quietly.
"Everybody dying these days," Dean shot back. "And hey, I get it. You're all powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this."
"This is too much to ask, I know," Castiel said, his voice quiet and calm. "But we have to ask it."
Alex saw Dean turn to look Castiel, then turned back to Uriel. "I want to talk to Cas alone."
Uriel blinked in acknowledgement. "I think I will go seek revelation. We might have some further orders."
"Well, get some doughnuts while you're out."
Uriel actually laughed, something Alex didn't know angels could do. "Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy." Then he disappeared.
"You guys don't walk enough," Dean said dryly, turning to Castiel. "You're gonna get flabby."
Alex let out an amused noise, but Castiel didn't react.
Dean noticed. "You know," he told the angel, "I'm beginning to think that junkless has a better sense of humor than you do."
"Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison," Castiel responded quite seriously. "Ask anyone."
Alex laughed, and Castiel stared at her, eyes questioning. She didn't explain herself.
Dean walked over to him, ignoring Alex. "What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?"
"My superiors have begun to question my sympathies."
"Your sympathies?" Dean didn't understand.
"I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgement."
"He's been demoted," Alex explained to Dean, who still looked confused. "Uriel's taken over control of the garrison. What do you mean 'humans in your charge'? Do I have an angel?"
"No. The three of you have been placed in my charge," Castiel corrected. "I am suppose to watch over you."
Dean huffed. "Yeah, well, great. But tell Uriel, or whoever - you don't want me doing this. Trust me."
"Want it, no. But I have been told we need it."
Dean walked over to the door, looking through. "You ask me to open this door and walk through it, you may not like what walks back out."
Castiel let out a breath before speaking, his voice low and quiet. "For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this."
Dean just shook his head. He stood there, his back to them, for several seconds. Then he squared his shoulders, and walked through the door.
Alex let out a painful breath. The door closed, and she turned to Cas. "What am I doing here?" she asked quietly.
"I . . . I thought you could help," Castiel admitted slowly. "Uriel did not want you to come, but I was hoping . . ." He trailed off, leaning against a metal table.
Alex did the same by his side. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll do what I can." She paused. "Cas, why did you tell Uriel what I know?"
"You can change this war for the better," Castiel insisted. "With you, we can win."
Alex closed her eyes. "Cas . . ." she sighed. "I . . . I don't want people - angels, demons, you name it - I don't want them to know I know what I do. Do you know what they'll do to me? They'll force me to tell them what I know. But I won't, Cas. And they'll torture me. I know the angels. Most of them wouldn't even care."
"They wouldn't." However, Castiel didn't sound confident. "I won't let them."
Alex briefly leaned her shoulder against his. "I know you won't. But you won't always be able to watch over me. And if word about me gets out, everyone will be after me. And I'm scared you'd get hurt."
"You would get hurt as well."
"Yeah, well," Alex just shook her head. "Just, please don't tell anyone else. And let's pretend I only know a few things with Uriel, okay? But I'll help if I can."
"If you didn't want people to know about you," Castiel began slowly, "why did you tell me?"
Alex shrugged. "Because I trust you."
There was a heart-wrenching scream, and Alex jumped.
...
The screaming didn't stop. Alex screwed her eyes shut, trying to block it out. Her hands gripped the table until her knuckles turned white. After a while she felt a hesitant hand cover hers. It flinched several times before resting lightly on hers. Alex didn't pull away, and the hand relaxed against hers.
Castiel spoke, distracting Alex from the noise. "If you don't remember this, I can bring you back to Sam."
"No." Alex shook her head. "I mean, something about this is familiar. I . . . I just can't place it."
"If you wish, I can read your mind." Castiel paused, as if embarrassed by asking. "If this is familiar, I can find it, even if you can't remember."
Alex firmly shook her head. "No. I can't let anyone in my head. God knows what else you'll see. That . . . that would be bad. Really bad."
They fell into silence.
...
As the time went on, the screams turned to painful groans. The lights flickered, and then exploded. Alex looked up.
"Anna." Castiel didn't even look behind him to see the angel. He dropped Alex's hand.
"Hello, Castiel." Anna circled around to stand in front of them.
Castiel looked confused. "Your human body -"
"It was destroyed. I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in a few old favors and . . ."
She was interrupted by another scream.
"You shouldn't be here," Castiel said quietly. "We still have orders to kill you."
"Somehow I don't think you'll try." Anna looked around. Her eyes rested on Alex, then continued around the room. "Where's Uriel?"
"He went to receive revelation."
"Right." Anna's eyes rested on the door. "Is that Alistair?"
"Yes."
"And Dean?" Her eyes flickered back over Alex. "Why are the humans here?"
"Dean is helping us. And so was Alex."
Anna's eyes went back to the door. "Is he torturing Alistair?"
Her question was met with silence.
"Why are you letting Dean do this?"
"He's doing God's work."
"Torturing?" Anna sounded skeptical. "That's God's work? Stop him, Cas, please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have." She walked back over to him.
"Who are we to question God's will?"
"Unless it isn't his will."
That stopped Cas. "Then where do the orders come from?" He placed on hand on the table, leaning against it.
"I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him. The father you love. You think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteousness?"
Castiel said nothing, but couldn't meet her gaze.
"What you're feeling? It's called doubt." She reached out and placed a hand over his. "These orders are wrong and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid Cas. I was too. But together we can still-"
"Together?" Castiel spat, roughly pulling his hand away. "I am nothing like you." He walked past her to face the door. "You fell. Go."
"Cas . . ."
Castiel turned around, shoulder's squared, and it was almost like Alex could see the wings unfurling from his shoulders, flared high above his head. "Go."
Anna disappeared.
Something came to mind, but Alex hesitated. "Cas?" she finally asked, ignoring the tortured cries of the demon.
Castiel faced Alex. "What?"
"Uh, what can kill an angel?"
"An angel blade. And some spells."
"How did the seven angels die?"
"They were stabbed."
"With an angel blade." Alex closed her eyes, knowing what happened.
Castiel's eyes narrowed. "That's not possible. Only angels have them. Unless one was stolen."
"Or unless we have a defective angel." Alex threw her head back in frustration. "Ugh. Why am I so slow? I knew this."
"You know who it is."
"Yeah, but you're not going to like it." She hesitated. Something was wrong. "Hey. Is Dean done?" Alex hurried over to the window, looking through. Terror ran up her spine as she realized Alistair was free. He was punching Dean in the face over and over again. Not even thinking of herself, she threw open the door and rushed in.
Alistair glanced up. He was wearing a new vessel. His blue shirt was soaked in blood, and it dripped down the side of his face. "Well, look who it is." His voice was cold and raspy, and Alex suppressed a shiver.
"Hello, Alistair." Her voice was shaking only the tiniest bit.
The demon picked it up. He dropped Dean, who collapsed to the floor, face swollen and bloody. "Is that fear I hear?"
"Highly doubt it." Alex kept her head high. "Let him go."
"I do not believe you are in any position to be demanding anything." The demon took a step closer. Then his head tipped to one side. "Now, I believe last time we met, we didn't have a full introduction. What's your name, missy?"
"They call me Alex."
"Ah. Alex." Alistair drew out her name, rolling it around on his tongue. "And how exactly do you know me?"
To Alex, he reminded her of the Joker from those Batman movies. His jerky movements, they way he rolled the words around before speaking them. To be completely honest with herself, he terrified her. "Does it matter?" she forced out.
Dean stirred on the floor.
"Tell me," Alistair demanded. "You don't want to know what I will do -" he was cut off as something pierced through his heart.
"You will not touch her," a deep voice growled.
Alistair turned around to see Castiel, demon knife in hand. He stabbed it back into the demon's chest. The wound glowed golden, but nothing happened.
Castiel appeared in front of Alex, fists balled.
Alistair looked up from the knife in his chest. "Well, good try," the demon said dryly, reaching for the knife.
Castiel stretched out his hand, and the knife twisted. Alistair curled his lip in pain. His fingers tightened around the knife handle, and he pulled it out. It clattered to the floor. "Now. I was in the middle of something." He glanced at Alex. "Stay put." Then he turned on the angel.
Alex scurried out of the way as she watched as the angel and demon fight, unable to do anything Punches flew, too fast for Alex to even comprehend. Suddenly Alistair pinned Castiel against a pillar. He lifted him up, then dropped him, leaving the angel hanging him on a large, jagged broken nail. Castiel clenched his teeth in pain.
"Well, like roaches, you celestials. Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to heaven." Alistair began chanting something in latin, over and over. Alex made out the words satanica potestas: satanic powers. Blue light emanated from Castiel's eyes and mouth, and Alex looked around wildly. She picked up the demon knife and, with a flick of the wrist, sent it sailing through the air. It embedded itself in the demon's back. He cried out and dropped Castiel, turning to her, cold eyes blazing.
Fear flashed in Alex's eyes, and she took a step back.
Suddenly Alistair stopped. He choked once, twice. Then he was slammed against the wall. That's when Alex saw Sam. He was standing in the doorway, arm raised towards the demon. "Stupid pet tricks," Alistair growled.
"Who's murdering the angels?" Sam demanded. "How are they doing it?"
Alex hurried over to Castiel. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, studying the blood on his face. It didn't look to bad.
Castiel nodded, sitting up.
"How are the demons killing the angels?" Sam repeated, twisting his hand.
"I don't know," Alistair choked out.
"Right." Sam didn't believe him.
"It's not us. We're not doing it."
"I don't believe you." Sam stepped closer.
Castiel pulled himself to his feet, drawing Alex's attention back to him. She helped him up.
"Lilith is not behind this," Alistair insisted. "She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand."
Sam stopped, glancing back at Alex, asking a silent question.
She nodded. "He's telling the truth. No demon did this."
"She's smart," Alistair chuckled. "I hope to see you downstairs in a couple of years." His eyes glittered as he studied the girl. "I think you'd be . . . amusing." He turned his attention back to Sam. "So, go ahead. Send me back, if you can."
"I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam raised his hand again. Gold flashed inside the demon like an x-ray, letting them see the shadows of bones inside. The demon screamed, eyes flying open in pain. Then the light faded. The gruesome face remained there, frozen, and the body slowly collapsed to the ground.
Fear shot up Alex's spin at that face. She turned away and hurried over to Dean. "Dean?" she asked, shaking him. "Dean!" She looked up at Sam. "He's not responding." She found his pulse, checking his breathing. "But he's alive."
Sam reached down and, with surprising strength, picked up his brother. He carried him out the door. "Alex," he called. "Come on."
Alex cast a glance back at Castiel, who stared back unblinking. "You okay?" she asked again.
He nodded.
"Alex!"
Alex hurried after Sam.
...
The sun was high in the sky when Sam pulled the Impala into the hospital. He glanced back at Dean, who was laying in the backseat. "Help me get him out."
Alex nodded, and together they pulled Dean out of the car. He had come to once along the way, but quickly slipped back into unconsciousness. She let Sam carry him into through the double doors.
...
She soon found herself standing in the hospital room, looking down at Dean. He was laying on the white sheets, covered in bandages. He was attached to a breathing tube and an IV drip. Alex sighed frustratedly.
Sam sat next to his brother's side, eye distant. He looked up and rose. Alex glanced behind her to see Castiel standing in the doorway. He met Sam's eyes, then walked down the hall. Sam followed.
"Sam-" she heard Cas begin.
"Get in there and heal him," Sam demanded. "Miracle. Now."
"I can't."
"You and Uriel put him in there-"
Cas cut him off. "No."
"-because you couldn't keep a simple devil's trap together!" Sam finished angrily.
"I don't know what happened." Castiel sounded genuinely apologetic. "The trap . . . it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry."
"This whole thing is pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers."
"Perhaps Alistair is lying."
"Alex said he isn't."
At her name, Alex stepped out into the hall. Sam and Castiel were deep in a heated conversation. Sam had his arms crossed, glaring at the angel. Castiel's face was one of hurt and disbelief. Sam hurried past Alex and back into Dean's room.
"I'm sorry," Alex began. "It's an angel. It's -"
Castiel disappeared.
"Uriel." Alex whispered the name. She shook her head and walked back to Dean.
...
They stayed with him even as the sky grew dark. Eventually a nurse had to ask them to leave. They drove back to their motel in silence. Sam didn't get much sleep. Neither did Alex. She curled up in the sheets, tortured screams haunting her dreams.
...
Around four in the morning she sat up, giving up on sleeping. She looked down at her clothes; she hadn't changed out of her jeans and shirt. She sighed.
"Alex."
"Uriel?" Alex blinked back shock. "Uh, can I help you?"
"Uriel?" Sam looked up.
"Alex. Come with me."
Alex barely had time to ask why before they were gone.
...
They were back in the abandoned building, in the room where Dean had tortured Alistair. "What's up?" Alex crossed her arms, slightly pissed.
"You told Castiel that an angel is behind the deaths of our brothers."
Alex took a step back. This was bad. "Uh, yeah, I, uh, I suggested it. Why?"
"Why?" Uriel repeated. He took a menacing step forward. "Do you know who this angel is?"
"No," Alex lied, forcing her voice to steady. It was hard.
"I know you're lying, human."
"Cas?" Alex called weakly. "Castiel! Help-"
She was cut off as Uriel grabbed her throat, slamming her back into a wall. "You know I killed them, don't you? Who told you?"
"No one," Alex choked out. Castiel! she yelled it inside her head. Please help me. Please.
"Uriel."
Uriel dropped Alex. However, he pulled her up against him, arm across her throat. "Castiel."
"Uriel. What are you doing?" Castiel took a step forward.
Uriel tightened his grip on Alex, and she let out a choking noise.
Castiel stopped. "Let her go."
"Castiel. So attached to your little humans."
"She's on our side."
Uriel loosened his grip on her neck, but didn't let her go. Castiel stepped closer. "Don't," Uriel warned. He shifted, and something cold and metallic pressed against her neck. Alex glanced down at it. Angel blade.
"What are you doing?"
"You should have listened to your human, Castiel. She's clever. She figured it out."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "About what?"
"About who's been killing our brothers. It wasn't a demon."
"Then who?"
"It was Uriel," Alex forced out. "You're so thick, Cas."
"Uriel. Let her go."
"It's not like I can run from you," Alex added quietly
Uriel, seeing the truth in her words, let her go.
Alex ran over to Castiel. She stood behind him. "He's the one who set Alistair free."
"Alistair should have never been taken alive," Uriel insisted. "Really inconvenient, Castiel. Yes, I did turn the screw a little. Alistair should have killed Dean and escaped, and you should have gone on happily scapegoating the demons." He glared at Alex with that last statement, and she forced herself to stand tall.
"For the murders of our kin?" Castiel squared his shoulders, eyes flashing.
"Not murders, Castiel. No. My work is conversion." Alex snorted, and Uriel turned to her. "Is something funny?"
"Conversion?" Alex spat. "Is that what you call it?"
"Yes. That's what it is."
"Conversion to what?" Castiel seemed confused.
Uriel didn't directly answer him. "How long have we waited here? How long have we played this game by the rules that make no sense?"
"It's our father's world, Uriel."
"Our father? He stopped being that - if he ever was - when he created them. Humanity, his favorites. The whining, puking, larva."
"Are you trying to convert me?"
"I wanted you to join me. And I still do. With you, we can be powerful enough to -"
"To . . ." Castiel repeated, still confused.
"To raise our brother."
"Lucifer."
"You remember him? How strong he was? How beautiful?" Uriel stopped, glaring at Alex. "Is something funny?"
"It's, uh, it's nothing. But, well, how well do you really remember your brother? Strong, yes. Beautiful, uh, sure. But he's really nothing more than a toddler having a temper tantrum."
"How dare you speak of my brother that way?" Uriel took a menacing step forward.
Castiel slid out his angel blade, warning his brother to stay back. "Lucifer is not God," he said quietly.
"God isn't God anymore. He doesn't care what we do. I am proof of that."
"But this? What were you going to do, Uriel? Were you going to kill the whole garrison?"
"I only killed the ones who said no. Others have joined me, Castiel. Now, please, brother, don't fight me. Help me. Help me spread the word."
"Don't, Cas," Alex begged. "This isn't right."
"You can shut your trap!" Uriel snapped. "Because once I am done with this, I will kill you."
"No." Castiel stepped in front of her. "You will not touch her."
"Stand with me, brother, and I will spare her. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid."
Castiel hesitated. "For the first time in a long time, I think I am." Then he punched his brother in the face.
Uriel flew back into the wall. He stumbled to his feet and launched himself at his brother, wielding his blade. Alex scrambled backwards, unable to do anything to help. Hey. This goes to any angel that's out there, she prayed desperately. Castiel is in trouble. Please help him. Please.
Uriel grabbed a metal bar and swung it at Castiel's head. Castiel fell to the floor. "You can't win, Uriel," Castiel insisted. "I still serve God."
"You haven't even met the man." Uriel punched Castiel across the face. "There is no will." Punch. "No wrath." Punch. "No God." He wound up for a final punch. Then Anna was there, shoving an angel blade in his neck. Uriel froze, eyes wide.
"Maybe," she said quietly," or maybe not. But there's still me." She pulled the sword out of him, and Uriel collapsed. White light exploded out of his eyes and mouth, and then, he was dead. Blackened wings were seared into the floor. Alex hurried over to Castiel. Anna was already there, helping him up.
"Are you okay?" Alex asked worriedly, wiping the blood off of his face with her jacket sleeve.
"Yes, I'm fine." Castiel looked into her worried eyes. "It's okay." He hesitated. "How do you know Lucifer?"
Alex blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Anna." Castiel turned to the angel. "Thank you. But you have to go."
Anna nodded and left.
Castiel returned his attention to Alex. "You were talking about Lucifer to Uriel. You've seen him in the show."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's gonna happen here," Alex said firmly. "The world isn't going to be destroyed, okay? I can promise you that."
"Are you trying to stop it?"
Castiel's question caught her off guard, and she blinked. "Stop what?" she asked lamely.
"The apocalypse. Are you trying to stop it?"
"Or course," Alex weakly insisted. "Why wouldn't I be? The big question is, what other angels stood with Uriel?"
Castiel didn't reply. "Let's get you back to Sam."
They were gone.
...
Then Alex was back in the motel room. Sam sat up, looking over at her. "What happened?"
"Uriel's dead." Alex sat down on the bed.
"What?" Sam threw his legs over the side of the bed, sitting to face the young girl.
"His loyalties were with Lucifer. He was trying to raise him."
Sam didn't know what to say. "Why were you there?" he finally asked.
"Because I knew. And he knew I knew because Cas told him I knew. He wanted to kill me."
"Are you okay?" Sam's eyes narrowed in worry.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine now. Cas and Anna showed up and killed him."
"Hm."
"Yep." Alex sat down on the bed. "I need to learn how to shut my mouth."
Sam snorted. "It's too big to close."
Alex glared at him light-heartedly, sticking out her tongue. "How's Dean?"
"I don't know. I was going to leave in a few minutes." Sam looked down at his hands. "I figured if the hospital hasn't called, he hasn't gotten any worse. He'll live."
"Hm." Alex studied her hands as well. Sam grabbed his jacket, and they hurried to visit Dean.