Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I do own Alyx, Oliver, Aidan, Thea, Noah, and Violet…

A/N: Just to let you all know, I'm planning to make a side story about moments in Alyx's childhood, so look for that sometime in the near future. I don't know how much updating I'm going to be doing with exams coming up…my schedule's a little crazy right now, but I'll try my best!

It was a quarter to ten at night; all six of us were crowded in the living room, the small apartment smelling of Spaghetti-O's and grilled cheese sandwiches, which we were eating off paper plates. It wasn't much, but it was a meal. I was surprised that they could find enough food in the place to feed the whole group. Everyone was talking, laughing, sharing stories, and basically having a good time. It was like a party—only I wasn't having too much fun. How could they be so carefree at the moment, when there was a demonic war waging, and we were about to head into enemy lines?

The news of Lily Devereaux's death, and this whole war situation, was bothering me. The fact that I hadn't told Oliver about his mother was effecting me as well. I didn't know how to break it to him; it wasn't the kind of news that you wanted to give someone. I knew Oliver wasn't all that close to Lily, and she didn't like him very much, but they were still family. He'd still be heartbroken, especially to learn that his father was to blame for the murder.

Oliver must've noticed my foul mood—he wasn't happy, either, considering he was going to play a huge part in the plan tonight—because he got up and walked over, placing a hand on my shoulder. He looked at me, his face showing concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "Something wrong?" I sighed, getting to my feet.

It was now or never.

"I need to talk to you."

"All right," he answered. We stepped into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. My hands were shaking. I really, really did not want to do this. "What is it, Alyx?"

"You know that attack in Lawrence Aidan mentioned?"

"Yeah. Why? Something happen to your dad or uncle?"

"No, they're fine. Sam…he had a vision about it. He and my dad went to try and stop it, but they were too late," I explained, my voice shaking. "It was your mom, Oliver. The Demon…he killed your mother." In that moment, I saw all of the color drain from his face. He had a blank expression; he didn't know what to say. It broke my heart to see his reaction.

"You-you're sure it was her?" he inquired. I nodded slowly.

"I'm so sorry, Oliver," I answered, putting my hand on top of his. "I don't know why he would do this."

"I do," he said, anger evident in his voice. "She was just another person in his way. He knew getting rid of her would put him closer to me—to us."

"Do you think we're doing the right thing…trying to get the Colt?"

"We don't have much of a choice."

"Do you really think you'll get it?"

"I'll try. Besides, I have a bone to pick with him now," he reminded me. "Everything will work out in the end, Alyx." We kissed as Violet, of all people, entered the kitchen.

"And what are you two lovebirds doing in here?" she joked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down suggestively. Oliver looked at each other and shrugged. Violet shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"Um…nothing." I lied.

"Riiight," Violet said sarcastically. "So, I was just imagining you two swapping spit?"

"Aidan was right—you really don't shut up, do you?" Oliver asked. Vi smacked him in the arm.

"Anyway, I was coming in here to tell you to get ready. Aidan said we have to leave soon."

"Thanks, Vi." I said.

"No problem."

Oliver and I followed Vi back into the living room, where Aidan, Thea, and Noah were gearing up for the sneak attack. I went over to my small duffel bag of assorted arsenal, and started pulling weapons out. I handed Oliver a gun, and tucked another in the back of my jeans, near the small of my back. I placed a flask of holy water into the pocket of my leather jacket, and a knife in my boot.

"Ready?" Oliver asked me.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I countered. He was, after all, the one actually going after the gun. He shrugged. As soon as everyone was armed, we left the building and got into cars. Oliver and I climbed into his car, and the four others went in Aidan's car. We followed behind Aidan, who knew exactly where the old warehouse was located. It was about nine or ten blocks from the apartment building, as Vi had pointed out earlier.

We parked the cars a good block away, so we didn't look too suspicious. The six of us started to walk cautiously to the warehouse, as it began to rain. When we reached the building, it was absolutely down pouring, and we could hear rumbles of thunder in the distance.

The old Keller Factory was a massive brick building, four stories high, with huge, rusted double-doors in the front, which had long been locked. There were many broken, dirty windows, and the brick was crumbling slightly. There was even a 'No Trespassing' sign posted on the front gate.

Like that was going to keep us out. Please.

I knew I could most likely pick the lock with ease, but Aidan didn't want to take a chance with the door making too much noise, so we found a fire escape on the side of the building, which we took up to the second floor. Noah was able to open up the window after struggling a bit. The window hadn't been opened in over two decades, so they were a little stuck. We climbed through, keeping our eyes peeled for anything. Walking slowly, alertly, we made our way out of the room we were in and into the hallway, staying pressed up against the walls.

"You hear that?" Thea whispered. Her voice was coming from behind me; it was incredibly dark in the hallway, so we couldn't see a damn thing. We all listened closely, holding our breath. I could hear voices echoing from a room down the hall; sound traveled far in such a deserted place.

"This way," Aidan whispered. "Be quiet." The group of us practically tiptoed the rest of the way, approaching the room where the voices were coming from. Noah placed his back up against the wall, and stole a glance in.

"They're in the middle of the room," Noah said quietly. "The Demon…and about…six others." Even in the dark, I could see Aidan grimace.

"Well, if worse comes to worst, at least it'll be a fair fight." He pointed out.

"Not funny." Thea complained.

"Okay, here's what we'll do," Aidan announced. "We'll go in first—it's dark, so try to stay in the shadows—and hide ourselves around the room. Oliver, stay out here, and wait a few minutes before going in. Got it?" We all murmured a 'yes' in response. As everyone started filing in, I hung back for a moment.

"I don't know what's going to happen," I said to Oliver, grabbing his hand briefly, "But please, just be careful, all right? The Demon, he might try to turn you, or something."

"I promise I'll be careful." Oliver whispered back. I stole one last kiss from him before stepping inside. I stayed in the back, where it was darker, and tried not to make noise while I walked. (Which isn't so easy when your wearing wet combat boots.) I hid behind a large, steel support beam, taking some deep breaths to calm myself down. I saw the Demon standing in the center of the room; he was currently disguised as a middle-aged guy with graying hair. Around him where six of his covenant members; probably the few who were the more important ones, out of the many hundreds out there. They were obviously plotting something. I really did not want to hear whatever sadistic plan of world domination that they had up their sleeves…

A long, tense minute passed. I had a feeling that everyone else was on pins and needles, waiting for Oliver to make his entrance and set this crazy scheme of ours in motion. If Dad or Sam saw what I was doing right now, I'd be grounded for life. That's why I had conveniently left out those details in my last call.

Oliver finally strolled in, acting casual, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his faded jeans. He looked pretty confident for someone who was just waltzing up to the enemy. But then again, the enemy was his father. The Demon immediately paused upon seeing Oliver. The demons congregated around him parted, wearing shocked expressions. I guess that reaction was expected, since Oliver had never formally met his father. As for the other demons, they were probably shocked to be standing in the same vicinity as the Demon's half-mortal 'heir'—as that ghost/demon chick had put it previously.

"Well, well, well…Oliver, I didn't expect you to show tonight." The Demon said.

I had kind of expected their first meeting to be a little more profound, but I guess family reunions aren't anything special to demons.

"I figured that dream was an indication that you needed me to come."

"Ah, smart boy," the Demon praised. "And what about Miss Winchester?"

My heart caught in my throat upon hearing my name come out of that monster's mouth. It made me cringe big time.

"She doesn't know I'm here."

"You're absolutely sure she had no idea?"

"Not a clue."

Oliver is a very good liar. I couldn't believe the Demon was buying all of this.

"Good," the Demon said with a wicked grin. "Because we'll need your help convincing her to join us."

He was so unbelievably desperate to have me on his side, it was ridiculous. Was I really that much of a threat?

I had remained glued to the cold steel, but now I wanted to chance a peek at the scene playing out, so I moved over to a closer support beam. That way, I could have a better view of what was going on. I wondered if I could locate the Colt. The Demon happened to move a certain way; that's when I saw it. The Colt was hooked in some way onto his belt, partially hidden beneath his jacket.

How the hell was he going to get that?

Knowing Oliver, and whatever powers he had, he would find a way. Somehow. He had to, 'cause I wasn't too keen on trying to pull off the alternative plan. You know, the one that involves me facing and killing the Demon myself.

Oliver had seen the Colt. I could tell because he was absent-mindedly eyeing it from where he stood.

"What do you need me to do?" Oliver asked, still keeping an eye on the gun, without looking too conspicuous.

"I don't care," the Demon replied. "Do whatever it takes. I'm counting on you, son." The word 'son' came out awkwardly, I noticed. Oliver looked surprised, and maybe ashamed to be addressed in such a way.

"Yes…sir." Oliver answered, concentrating his focus on the Colt for a moment.

The Colt disappeared. I'm not even kidding. I mean, it was there one second, and gone the next. I knew Oliver had some kind of trick planned. However, I was too quick to celebrate and have the very naïve notion that we were in the clear. Because the gun suddenly reappeared on the floor at Oliver's feet, in plain sight. I'm guessing that wasn't supposed to happen…

Oliver and his father just stared at it. Oliver wore a panicked expression, knowing he was in deep trouble. We all were now. The Demon seemed amused, in an odd, sort of sick way.

"So," he said, stepping closer to his son, "You came in here thinking you could pull something on me…trick your old man…" The Demon was gazing at the Colt, lying on the floor for the taking. "Foolish boy. I may be old, but I'm not stupid." Before the Demon could make a move toward the gun, Oliver picked it up in a lightning fast motion.

"Alyx!" he yelled. I instantly jumped out from behind the support beam, ready to help him out. He threw the gun at me and I caught it, luckily. I gawked at it, awestruck to be holding it in my hands. But then I took off running once I realized I had the most sought-after weapon in my possession—well, it was until I learned I was that 'weapon'—and the Demon's evil henchmen weren't too happy about it. The others followed me, but Oliver stayed. I paused in the middle of the hallway, letting Thea, Noah, and Vi pass. Aidan practically ran into me, stopping to grab me by the sleeve of my jacket.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aidan shouted, as I tucked the Colt safely into a pocket in the inside of my jacket.

"Oliver—"

"There's no time! He'll catch up! Unless you want to get your ass kicked, I suggest you run!" We could hear the group of demons' footsteps racing our way.

"But—"

Aidan took hold of my wrist, and dragged me along. We sprinted to the room where we had entered the building and down the fire escape into the pouring rain. We started running to the cars, with the pack of demons on our tails. I had driven Oliver's car to the warehouse, so I already had the keys. Vi jumped into Oliver's car and Thea and Noah went with Aidan. I drove off quickly, still following behind Aidan. Vi and I watched in the side mirrors as the demons got into two cars to chase after us.

Great. Now, we had to get involved in car chase. I really wished I had the Impala…that thing is a beast when it comes to out-running enemies.

Vi got a call on her cell; she picked it up, her hands shaking from the severity of the situation we had gotten ourselves into. She muttered a few responses, and hung up.

"That was Aidan," she explained. "He wants us to split up once we get to the intersection." The intersection was at the next light. As soon as we reached it, though, it turned red. I knew we didn't have time to wait for it to change, so I blew through it and turned right. Good thing there weren't any cops around. I was driving without a license…well, without a real license, anyway.

I sped down a few side streets, hoping to lose the car that was after us. I turned onto another main road, having no idea where the heck I was heading. I picked up speed, but the car of demons did so as well. They were getting closer, which wasn't good because the road we were on was busy for this time of night. I started weaving in between cars, switching lanes like crazy. Everyone on the road was beeping at me, but I ignored them. The demons weren't that far behind; no matter what I did, it wasn't enough to put a considerable amount of distance between the two cars.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vi yelled, bracing herself against the passenger's seat as I continued to maneuver in and out of traffic with the demons still on our tail.

"Trying to loose them," I explained. "Which isn't working as well as I had hoped. They just don't let up, do they?"

"Apparently not," Vi replied. I turned down another side street. "They have good reason not to…we do have something of theirs." Suddenly, things started hitting and bouncing off the car. Over the drenching rain and roaring thunder, it sounded like metal against metal.

"Are they shooting at us?" I inquired. Vi glanced back, to see one of the demons steering the car, and the other firing a gun out the passenger's side window.

"Yep."

"Of course they are," I muttered. "Well, this is just peachy." A bullet hit one of the side windows, shattering it completely. "Son of a bitch!" I shouted, as the damn demon continued to destroy Oliver's car. I was thankful we hadn't taken my baby instead. The demon blew out the other side window, as well as one of the back tires. To add to our problems, we were running out of gas. I knew the car wasn't going to last much longer. Another bullet hit a front tire, causing the car to suddenly swerve out of control. Violet and I held on for dear life as the car did a 360 and slammed into a fire hydrant, causing water to erupt from it.

We scrambled out of the car, getting away without any injuries. We had no choice but to continue the chase on foot. Vi and I sprinted as fast as our legs could carry us, reaching the main street we had been driving on before we turned. We kept to the shadows, using alleys and back lots to get from place to place. The demons were on our heels, now shooting at us. I got out my gun and started firing back, knowing a bullet didn't effect them very much, but it would hopefully slow them down. Thea pulled me into an alley, since she was receiving another call from Aidan. She shouted a few 'okays' and slammed the phone shut.

"Their car got trashed! They're heading this way!" Vi informed me. The shots were very near to us; we had to find another hiding spot. We began running again, when we heard another sound amongst the gunshots, rain, and thunder.

Sirens. Someone had called the police.

At the Keller Factory—General POV

"Thought you'd pull this off and get away with it, didn't you, son?" The Demon asked, circling Oliver in a menacing way; staring him down.

"I am not your son."

"Oh, but you are. You can't deny it, Oliver. You'll always be my boy no matter what."

"How can you call me you son? How? You're not a father. You weren't there for me, ever. Not once. Until now, I had never even met you. And you know what? I'm glad it turned out this way. I wouldn't want you in my life. I want nothing to do with you."

"Oliver, you're the heir to this covenant…you can have it all. You, and Alyx. All you have to do is a little favor for me."

"I'm not getting Alyx to join you in destroying the world. As far as I'm concerned, you're the enemy, and I'm going to do all that I can to stop you." Oliver told him forcefully.

"Well, then you leave me no choice," The Demon answered, his eyes suddenly glowing an eerie yellow. "If you won't do it voluntarily, I'll just have to make you do it, now won't I?" Oliver's eyes grew wide, dreading what his father was going to do to him. The Demon concentrated on him, and Oliver instantly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, like an extremely nasty migraine, only ten times worse. He massaged his temples, wishing for it to end. He dropped to his knees onto the cold cement floor, wailing in pain, horrible images of fire, death, pain, and suffering filling his mind…

Lawrence, Kansas—General POV

Sam Winchester sat on the couch of the living room in their small home, flipping through the channels on the TV. It was late at night, and there was nothing but crap on, as usual. Dean was in the kitchen, making himself something to eat. Sam was about to turn off the TV and search for a good horror flick, when a breaking story on a news station caught his eye. Two anchors—a male and a female—were reporting the story that was currently unfolding.

"Again, this is breaking news. We have just received word that police are currently after a group of five teenagers in San Antonio, Texas. The teenagers were involved in a large-scale car chase through the city, along with two other, unidentified cars. The authorities believe it may be some kind of gang-related fight," the woman said. "Police received calls from people hearing gunshots, and citizens who were out at that time say they saw speeding cars driving recklessly down main roads and residential streets. The teens are believed to be armed and dangerous…"

Sam sat up quickly, his eyes wide. He could not believe what he was seeing. Could Alyx possibly be involved in this?

"Dean!"

"What?" Dean asked, irritated, entering the living room with a sandwich in his hands, and talking with a mouth full of food.

"You might want to take a look at this…" Sam advised. He turned up the volume on the TV, and Dean sat down in a chair to see what his brother was so concerned about. He read the headlines and listened to the incoming information, bewildered.

"You don't think…?" Dean wondered.

"I don't know, Dean. It can't be just a coincidence that something this big is happening in San Antonio, where Alyx is." Dean grabbed the house phone, and immediately dialed Alyx's cell number.

"She's not answering…" He said. He slammed the phone back into the receiver, and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Sam questioned.

"We are going to San Antonio. Now."

San Antonio, Texas—Alyx's POV

The five of us had met up, and were still on the run. However, it wasn't the demons we were trying to escape now. They had mysteriously disappeared as soon as the police started chasing us. The authorities—four police cars—were hot on our trail. We heard their sirens approaching; the flashing lights just visible down the street. We knew we weren't going to be able to run for much longer; we were getting tired.All of a sudden, another cop car came speeding down the street we were about to cross, coming to a screeching halt on the corner where we stood. We panicked for a second, then started sprinting the opposite way, where the four other cop cars were coming from. The cops from the car on the corner got out and began chasing us on foot. They had us almost surrounded.

We turned into an alley, willing our tired legs to go further. Thea slipped and fell to the ground, her worn-out body shaking from the cold and exhaustion. I bent down to help her get back on her feet, telling the others to keep going. Thea leaned on me for support, her ankle probably twisted from the fall. We pressed on, reaching a back lot, where Aidan was waiting. Noah and Vi were in the shadow of a building, hunched over, trying to catch their breath for a short moment. We heard the police shouting, coming this way. I helped Thea over to Aidan, and he grabbed her around the waist, letting her lean against him.

"Get moving!" I yelled to him. He looked confused.

"What? What about you?" he asked.

"Just get outta here…they can get me so you guys can hopefully have enough time to get away." I explained.

"You're going to give up?"

"I wouldn't call it giving up, per say. Making a friendly sacrifice is more like it. Now, get your asses out of here!" I shouted.

"You're crazy, Winchester!" Aidan yelled, half-laughing, as he and the rest of the group started running across the back lot and into the darkness. I stood in the middle of the empty parking lot, soaking wet and shivering. A cop appeared a second later, armed with a gun. I made it look like I was going to take off on him again, as more boys in blue entered the abandoned lot, moving in the direction where Aidan and his crew had disappeared. I had a feeling they weren't going to make it any further. I hated to admit it, but we were all going to be arrested. Who knew that we'd be taken down by the authorities—of all people—instead of our demonic enemies?

"Get down on your knees, now! Hands behind your head!" the cop shouted, pointing the gun at me. With a sigh, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees—in a puddle, no less—and placed my hands behind my head, feeling very miserable. I was better than this…how could I be so stupid to voluntarily let myself be arrested?

The cop placed his gun back into his holster, and came over. He grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me to my feet. The cop walked me out of the lot and through the alley, to one of the police cars that were parked on the street. He pushed me face down onto the hood of the car, pulled my arms roughly behind my back, and handcuffed me.

"Little girl, you are under arrest." He declared, before reading me my rights.

I knew this wasn't good. I could escape from anything supernatural. You name it, I can outsmart it…most of the time. But authority figures? Not so much. I was about to get a taste of a new kind of evil…