Disclaimer: I really don't own Supernatural, only Alyx and Oliver and a few others…
When I came to, I had a splitting headache. I was immediately perplexed, but then the memory of my last conscious moments came flooding back. It took me a second to focus my eyes and become aware of my surroundings. And let me tell you, the surroundings weren't good. I was lying in the backseat of a car, with my wrists bound together tightly with rope. The rope was cutting into my skin, which didn't feel too pleasant. Lifting my hands up as best I could, I patted down the pocket of my jacket and found that the Colt wasn't there.
Great. Just my luck. I go through all of that, and end up loosing the gun. Again.
But that wasn't the biggest shock. Oh, no. Not by a long shot. The surprise was the person driving the car that I was held captive in.
Oliver.
Doesn't it figure that it's my boyfriend kidnapping me? Now I know what he was up to while I was stuck in jail dealing with asshole FBI agents. His father had gotten him to cross over to the demonic "dark side", which meant that my attempts to save him from his horrible fate and destroy the Demon were failing miserably.
"Good, you're awake," Oliver—the evil one, not the one I fell in love with—said, glancing at me through his rearview mirror. His eyes were black, with a hint of yellow, as they had been on the day of the exorcism. "We're almost there." Where exactly was he taking me? And what kind of sick, twisted plans did he have for me once we got there? I shuddered at the thought, surveying him cautiously as he drove.
"What happened to you?" I asked, already knowing some of the facts. But what I didn't know was how the Demon got him to turn so quickly.
"Nothing."
"Oh, really?"
"I'm perfectly fine, babe. I don't know what your problem is."
Don't you 'babe' me, you psychopathic freak.
"What are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?" I demanded.
"I am your boyfriend. I am Oliver. I just finally found out who I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to do. My destiny, Alyx. I have been so screwed all of my life—my childhood was crap—and now…now I get the chance to be a part of something that's bigger than anything we've ever seen—to be a leader, Alyx. Get the respect I deserve."
"And you have to kill hundreds of people to achieve this?" I asked. "Murder hunters? Oliver, you were brought up to be a hunter. Your mother—"
"My mother had no idea what she was doing. She couldn't raise me. I don't know why she even bothered."
"She cared about you. She loved you. Lily gave you all of the things you wouldn't have received if your father raised you," I stated. "This isn't you, Oliver. This isn't what you want. The Oliver I knew isn't a power-hungry jerk who kills innocent people to get what he wants."
"I'm sorry, Alyx," he said sarcastically. "But the whole world-domination plot is sounding really good to me right now." He looked at me in the rearview mirror again. "Don't you understand? My father could help you use that power of yours, and you can help him in return."
"There's no way that I'd ever help your father with anything," I said firmly. "He only wants me on his side because he's afraid of what I can do—he's afraid that I'll actually succeed in wasting him." I forced myself up to a sitting position. "And ya know what? The whole giving-your-father-what-he-deserves-by-killing-him plan is sounding really good to me." I mocked.
That, somehow, got him to shut up. He stayed quiet the rest of the way to our destination. Which, I found out soon enough, was the exact same house from my dream.
Outside San Antonio, Texas—General POVSam sat on the edge of the bed in the motel room that he and Dean were sharing, trying to shake off the effects of his latest vision. He rubbed his temples, waiting for the intense pain to finally fade. Meanwhile, Dean was pacing back and forth nervously, knowing somehow that the premonition had been about Alyx.
"What did you see?" Dean wanted know, once Sam looked up, signaling that the headache had disappeared.
"Alyx…she was in this abandoned house. Oliver had the Colt, but he wasn't himself. The Demon must've gotten a hold of him. He's targeting Alyx next." Sam said gravely.
"Did you get an address?"
"Yeah. Actually, it's not too far from here. If we hurry up—" Sam stopped mid-sentence, noticing that Dean was pulling on his leather jacket and was already halfway out the door.
"C'mon, Sam. We don't know how much time we have," Dean stated. Sam got up quickly, and grabbed the weapons bag off the floor, following his older brother out of the motel room. He threw the bag into the backseat and climbed in as Dean was starting up the Impala. "Try calling Alyx's cell."
Sam pulled out his cell phone and dialed Alyx's number, praying that his niece was all right. When he received her voice mail, he instantly got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"She's not answering."
"Damn it." Dean shouted, slamming his fist onto the steering wheel angrily. He immediately pressed his foot down on the accelerator, not caring whether he broke the speed limit. He was going to make it there in time; it wasn't too late. He'd be damned before he let that demon lay a single hand on his daughter.