With Sam and Dean gone, Alex could focus deeply on getting out of the dingy house.
Bobby was sitting at a desk fielding and screening any suspicious calls coming in to the FBI.
Alex was gazing out of the window. It was obvious he was in a junkyard in a secluded area. Alex could only guess how long it would take to get to a town, or at least a phone, but that wasn't the issue yet. He needed to get out of the house, the rest would, hopefully, fall into place as he went.
Alex took a deep breath and moved away from the window and over to Bobby.
"Hey, is there any way I can get a shower?" He asked, feigning tiredness.
Bobby looked up from his work.
"Yeah, sure. Upstairs, first door on the left. Everything you need is in there." He said.
The teen nodded his head and went to the bathroom.
He waited a moments before starting the water. Then he exited the bathroom and went to the room across the hall.
Perfect. A window. Alex went to it and with some effort it opened, not wasting any time he climbed out.
The porch roof was right in front of this particular window and it was just a short drop until Alex was safely onto the roof of the porch. Then, using the gutter to brace himself, he jumped down and landed into the soft dirt.
"Don't move, Kid." Came Bobby's voice from behind him.
Alex tensed, apparently Bobby was a bigger threat than he thought.
Slowly, Alex turned around to the man.
Bobby was holding a shotgun on him.
The man knew he would never pull the trigger, and even if he did it was only loaded with rock salt. It wouldn't kill the boy but it would hurt like hell. Alex, on the other hand was not clued in on this little detail. He still thought of Bobby and the Winchesters as the enemy, so just the presence of the gun was doing the trick.
He knew he wasn't helping Alex trust them and he wasn't all that into pointing guns a kids but he couldn't let the boy leave. It was too dangerous.
"Back into the house," Bobby ordered.
Alex turned to comply but then at the last moment, the teen struck out and thrust the gun into the air before landing a fist into the man's stomach.
It didn't hurt too bad, but the boy knew just the right spot to knock the wind out of someone. Bobby doubled over and gasped.
And just like that Alex was off, weaving in and out of the piles of broken down cars and other debris.
Finally he was at the entrance of the junkyard. He saw the road and...that was it. Just an open road that went on and on. It was and open area too, this was proving to be trickier than he thought.
Suddenly he heard a gunshot he turned around to see Bobby coming towards him. Damn he knew he was done for now.
Then out of the blue he heard an engine approaching. It had to be the Winchesters this place was way too secluded for it to be anyone else, right?
Alex expected to see the black Impala he had watched Sam and Dean take off in earlier but instead it was a pale red Mini Cooper driving up.
It took a split second to make up his mind. Alex took off running toward the car, Bobby was so close he could hear Bobby screaming at him to 'Get his ass back here'.
He flagged the Cooper down and the car rolled to a stop and the driver...passenger side window was rolled down. Alex hated that cars were flip flopped in America.
Alex leaned into the car and started speaking rapidly.
"Look, I've been kidnapped by three people you've got to help me get out of here. One of the men are right behind me with a gun! They're crazy!" He said turning back to look at Bobby who was still in hot pursuit after him.
It was a man sitting in his car with a shocked expression on his face but as soon as he saw Bobby waving a shotgun at the boy he gasped and unlocked the door.
"Get in." He said to the boy.
Alex nodded gratefully and jumped in, all previous knowledge to never get in a car with a stranger eluded him.
The stranger gunned his car straight passed Bobby who was shooting his gun but it it wasn't having much effect on the car.
Alex sighed as soon as Bobby and his house were no longer visible.
"Thanks." He said and finally looked over to get a good look at his rescuer.
The man looked to be in this mid- thirties and had a head full of dark brown hair. This was definitely someone Jack Starbright would think was 'hot'. He smiled at the thought of his guardian, hoping she wasn't worrying herself too much.
"Don't mention it, kid. You got a name?" The man asked.
Alex blushed.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's Alex Rider." He introduced.
The man nodded thoughtfully.
"And why was that man after you?" He questioned.
"You won't believe this. But they said that a demon was after me because of my father. They said that they were hunters. They kidnapped me all the way from England because of this." Alex said angrily.
"What a bunch of nut jobs," The man agreed with a smile.
"Hey, I didn't get your name either." Alex noted.
The man's smile widened as the car picked up it's pace. Then the stranger turned to him.
"It's Lasriel." He stated wickedly.
Alex watched in dismay as his eyes turned completely black and the locks on the door locked on their own accord.
"You should've stayed with the Winchesters."
Alex's stomach clenched and his breathing picked up along with his heart rate.
"Well damn." Alex thought as the car continued to put distance between the place where he realized he was probably safe at, and the place he was about to be in Hell at.
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"What do you mean he's gone?" Dean exclaimed as he entered the house.
Bobby had seen the license plate number on the mini cooper when it had sped off so he immediately got on the phone and got the police looking for the car. If they found it he would hear the dispatch and the boys could check it out.
"Don't take that tone with me, boy," Bobby warned, but he knew he was to blame. Alex could die a painful death because he couldn't keep up with a teenager.
"Dean, lay off. You saw the file Castiel got us, Alex isn't a kid...he's kind of like us when you think about it." Sam defended.
Dean spun around to face his brother.
"He's not like us, Sam. He still has a chance."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't he? He's been pulled into both of his dad's old jobs, he's got no one now, and I'm pretty sure he managed to knock you flat on your ass back in England. He's not normal."
"Alright, shut up. We need to focus on finding the kid. Now, did that last lead give you anything?" Bobby interrupted.
"No demon crazy just people crazy." Dean said pouring himself a drink.
They were silent for a moment.
"Is there a summoning ritual for Lasriel, Bobby?" Sam asked after some thought.
"If there was I haven't found one. Is there anything in ya Dad's book about it?" He asked.
Dean and Sam shrugged at each other before Dean went and retrieved the journal.
The young hunter flipped through the book a bit, hoping he'd find something he missed before but he came up with nothing.
"Rider hunted this demon like Dad hunted the Yellow-eyed demon. Dad said Lasriel tried to kill Rider's brother, Ian. Put the guy in the hospital for months. That's what put Rider into the hunting game in the first place. If anyone knows anything it would be him." Sam said.
"Well, we can't exactly ask him now, can we?" Dean asked smartly.
"Maybe Ian had some of John's old stuff at his house? Cas could take us back to London to check it-"
"It is pointless. There is nothing in that house that would help." Came the Angel's tone from behind them.
"Thank God. Look, Cas, Lasriel has Alex we need you to use your mojo to take us to wherever they are." Dean said quickly.
Castiel could only shake his head.
"I've tried that. It seems that wherever Lasriel took the boy it is protected by Enochian sigils. Lasriel has really thought these things out."
"Well you're a lot of help." Dean commented dryly.
"This seems like a lot of work to go through for revenge on a dead guy." Bobby said.
"Yeah, the more this plays out the more it looks like Lasriel has a hidden agenda." Sam deduced.
"Yes, he is planning something. We just don't know what it is yet. We only know that he needs the boy to do it." Castiel responded gravely.
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"What the Hell's going on here? What do you want?" Alex demanded as he struggled vainly against the iron grip that was on him.
Lasriel was tying him tightly to a chair with a look of excitement on his face.
"You look so much like your father it's nearly uncanny," Lasriel observed as he got right into Alex's face.
"So I've been told. You didn't answer my question." Alex replied boldly.
"Got his wit too," He said as he walked behind Alex and began pacing around him.
"What I want from you, Alex, is your blood. You know, the Winchesters were right about your father. He did hunt demons, especially me." Lasriel informed.
"So you're a demon? And my dad sent you to Hell? What did you do that made my dad want you so bad?" Alex asked.
"Your uncle Ian saw something he shouldn't one time. He got caught in the crossfire once and ended up the the hospital due to questionable circumstances. Your dad was furious, looked into it, found me, and then the hunt was on, so to speak. Your father was was a very determined man."
"What does this have to do with me?" Alex asked again but on the inside he was furious that Ian Rider had left out yet another part of his past.
"Ah, yes, you. You see, I'm planning something. Something big. And I need the blood of my most despised enemy to do it. That would be your father but he went off and got himself blown up. Lucky for me, he left behind his first born son. The son that has his father's blood coursing through his veins at this very moment."
"So, what? You're going to drain my blood like a vampire then do away with my body? And for what?" Alex asked, he was becoming more and more nervous about this by the minute.
"Like a vampire? No, of course not. Vampires are vile creatures. At the very bottom of the food chain. No, my boy, you're in it for the long haul. I'll need your blood for as long as your natural life takes you." Lasriel said with a laugh.
His words made Alex shiver uncontrollably. He couldn't believe this was happening. A demon. It wasn't possible. Maybe it was still some sort of trick.
"And just what is your plans?" He found the courage to ask, not that he was necessarily sure he wanted to know.
"All in good time, Alex. All in good time. In the mean time, why don't you hold onto the small amount of hope that you have left that maybe the Winchesters will find you before my plans have been followed through with."
"This is ridiculous! Come off it! You're no demon, this is crazy! Let me go!" Alex exclaimed, his nerves finally wearing thin.
Lasriel laughed again.
"Quiet down, Alex. We wouldn't want anyone to hear." He said lightly as he came to stand in front of the teen, then he crouched down to look the boy in the eyes.
"And it's not as 'ridiculous' as one would think."
Then all of a sudden Alex's throat felt like someone had clamped down on it and was choking the life out of him. He gasped and tried to struggle but whatever force that was holding his throat it was unrelenting. Just when Alex thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen the invisible force released it's hold and Alex sucked in huge amounts of air.
He looked up at Lasriel with a look of dismay.
"What was..." Alex trailed off unable to finish.
"That, my boy, is all I need to keep you in line for the rest of your life."
A/N- OOOK. So I made a SMALL mistake...I started this story without knowing fully what I was getting myself into...writing for Supernatural is veeery complex. It's nothing like writing for Alex Rider or NCIS. You gotta think about eeeverything. And I'm used to just writing as I go...that's not the case with this story.
But like all of my stories I refuse to abandon any of them...although I've had to put some my other stories on the back burner. But now that I got this one going in the right direction I can focus on the rest.:D (ex.- A Helping Hand...I promise a new chapter's coming.)
And anything in later chapters about Lasriel's 'plans' is totally made up...I didn't want to do something already done on Supernatural...sooo let's see if you guys like what my mind has created for you;)
Eh, and it's short I'm sorry about that too. School started Monday:'( School sucks.