Dean was sitting on the couch reading the file that Cas had gotten them. The angel had filled them in on all of Alex's mishaps with MI6 but he had also poofed into London to get them a hard copy. Shot, burned, beaten, choked...the boy's medical record was nearly as long as Dean's was. Sam was right, the boy had not had a normal life for a long time. Going back to normal after all that the teen had been through would certainly prove to be hard. The hunter didn't know why Alex was making such a big impact on him. This should be a job just like any other one but it wasn't. For some reason Alex's disappearance was worrying him to the core and not just because of some demon threatening to pull some stupid stunt.
His thoughts drifted to how he was going to break it to the kid that his guardian was dead. Lasriel had used the woman was bargaining tool to get away from Sam and Dean when he realized that Alex was no longer in the house in London. Dean was too slow to stop the demon from killing Jack at the last moment though. He could still hear her cry of pain as Lasriel brought the knife Alex had earlier into her stomach. Sam had called an ambulance but they didn't make it there in time. When they finally got there Dean was doing chest compressions on Jack even though deep down he knew it was pointless. Jack had lost a tremendous amount of blood. The paramedics did what they could but by the time Jack was rolled out of the house it was with a sheet over her.
Dean sighed. Alex's life sucked nearly as much as his and Sam's did. What was he going to do? Take the kid back to a government that was using him? In Dean's experience government had never been much of a help to him. They tended to get in the way of the job.
He shook his head slightly to clear it. He couldn't worry about this yet. He didn't even have the kid back yet and Alex didn't seem like the kind of person to just let his future be decided for him.
His thoughts were snapped back to reality when Sam walked in carrying his laptop.
"Dean, you gotta check this out. I think I found something." He said putting the computer in Dean's lap as he plopped on the couch beside him and gestured to the screen.
"If this is another website about your doll collection I don't wanna see it." Dean joked. His face was serious though.
Sam rolled his eyes and scrolled down to the part that he wanted.
"Look at this. Two people were at a bar and when they walked outside their bodies were slaughtered by what the police said 'could only have been described as a wolf attack'."
"That doesn't exactly scream 'get the salt', Sammy."
"No, but the three people were hunters, Dean. And all of this happened two counties over. That's kind of a big coincidence, don't you think?"
Dean shrugged and nodded his head.
"We can at least check it out. I'll tell Bobby, you get all of the stuff we need."
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Sam and Dean walked slowly through the woods beside the bar where the hunters had been seen last. Witnesses say saw a creature take off into the woods after killing the two men.
They had already been to the morgue and saw the two bodies. Bruised, broken, and just generally maimed to death. No indication as to if it had been after a certain thing.
Sam was just thankful that it was still light outside. It was unsettling to the youngest Winchester, he also had a gut feeling that these killings had something to do with Alex and the demon.
"Pick up the pace, Sammy," Dean called, already a few yards ahead of him, shotgun laid up on his shoulder as he walked.
"This isn't a race, Dean. We're supposed to be looking for clues as to what this thing is."
"Thanks for the insight, Scooby. You know this isn't my first mystery."
"Well, Velma, maybe we should split up and cover more ground. We'll meet back at the Mystery Machine in half an hour?"
"Never compare my baby to that green hippie mobile, Sam" Dean growled as they began to split off.
"If you find anything or run into trouble fire off a warning shot!" Dean ordered as he gestured to the other shotgun in Sam's hand.
"Yeah, I got it!" Sam called back as they took off in separate ways of the woods.
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The first time Lasriel had drained some of the teen's blood the boy had been unconscious and missed out on most of the fun. He would feel the effects of the blood loss but that would be it. That would not be the case this time. The more blood that was drained and given to the Seriquin the stronger it would be.
Lasriel had heard stories of the Winchester boys. He would not make the same mistakes that his fellow demons had made. More blood would have to be used to take down the youngest Winchester.
Lasriel walked into the room to find Alex sitting halfway up against the wall. Bruised, bloody, eye swollen shut, and his ankle laying at an odd angle. His jaw was clenched shut and he as breathing hard with pain. As Lasriel came into the room Alex lifted his head to give off a murderous glare.
"Oh, come on don't give me that look. You can't tell me your uncle never punished you for breaking the rules."
"Yeah, but he tended to steer clear of breaking bones." Alex snapped.
"Your loss," Lasriel shrugged as he stared hard at the boy.
"What are you looking at?" Alex finally asked after a moment.
"Trying to think of the best way to make you bleed this time." The demon replied smoothly.
Alex started.
"This time?" He asked.
"Yeah, sorry. You were still out cold when I drained you that last time. Probably why you slept so long."
Alex was silent for a minute.
"So, how many people did you kill this time?" He asked quietly.
"Only two hunters, Alex. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about." Lasriel answered as he seemed to have finally made up his mind.
He grabbed a gold goblet and moved back over to the teen.
"Have you ever wonder what it was like to bleed from the inside out, Alex? It's gotta suck don't you think?"
Fear jolted through the teen's body as Lasriel's words taunted him with what was to come.
"It's not something I make it a habit of pondering." Alex replied bravely.
Lasriel laughed.
"Well I'm sure you'll tell me all about it." Lasriel said as he snapped his fist shut and suddenly Alex's insides felt like they were being clawed at.
The teen cried out with the pain and slumped to the side as he curled in on himself to try to protect himself from Lasriel's assault. He began to cough up blood and Lasriel seemed to see this coming as he jammed the goblet under his mouth to catch the red plasma. This went on until the goblet was over halfway full before the pain ended and Alex was left in a shuddering heap on the floor.
Lasriel patted his head in mock sympathy as he stood up with the cup of blood and made his way over to the table in the corner.
He vaguely heard a chant being recited by the demon in a language that Alex didn't recognize. Then there was a flash of white light and Alex was unconscious once again.
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Sam sighed. There was nothing in these woods. Whatever killed those hunters was obviously not here now, not even a clue as to what had happened.
He was about to head back to the Impala when he heard it. A low growl and rustle from behind him. He gripped his gun and whipped around. Sam was a tall man so when Sam has to crane his own head upward to see the beast's face...that was definitely a concern. The creature was white with blood stained fur. It stood on two legs with long clawed arms. Something between a werewolf and a deformed polar bear.
Sam's reaction was on reflex and he fired at it's heart. The beast jerked back and let off a horrendous yell before it snarled it's snout and leaped at Sam.
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Dean cursed himself for not bringing a snack as his stomach gave a growl of hunger. He pulled out his phone and checked his signal. No bars. So much for calling Sam or checking in with Bobby.
Just as he started to turn around a sharp gunshot echoed in the distance. Sam.
His hunger was forgotten as he took off at a run to his brother. Panic set in as he heard another shot being let off. One shot could have been a warning shot but two definitely meant that there was trouble.
"Sam!" He yelled trying to get his brother to answer him but knowing that the effort would be useless.
He didn't know how far he had ran until his foot tripped on something metal. Dean looked down and his stomach dropped. It was Sam's gun. There was blood on the handle and he looked around and saw pieces of his brother's shirt on the ground with drops of blood on the shredded cloths.
Anger with a bit of fear swept through his body. If he didn't get his brother back there would be hell to pay.
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Lasriel had taken him back downstairs to the cell in the basement with no amount of sympathy for the fact that his ankle was broken. He had made him walk all the way down those stairs. Alex guessed it was another form of his 'disciplining'.
Each breath Alex took was like fire all the way down his throat. He wasn't bleeding anymore and he figured that Lasriel knew what he was doing, he obviously needed him alive so he wasn't going to do something life threatening on purpose. But damn that hurt...a lot. He vaguely thought about having to deal with this life forever. It was a very disturbing thought. Not just with the pain but with the thought that his blood was causing people to die. He already caused a good hearted couple's death because of his escape attempt he didn't want to know how many more lives Lasriel was planning on taking.
Realizing he was depressing himself he tried to think of something uplifting. His thoughts drifted to Jack. He wondered what she was doing at the moment...no doubt worried to the very core that something bad had happened to him. Alex just hoped she would get through it okay, it was obvious that he would be gone awhile. Maybe she could move back to America to be with her parents. Lately Alex had been getting the feeling that she had been wanting to return home anyways. Maybe now he wouldn't be so much of a burden to her.
His thoughts were interrupted by pounding footsteps resonated from outside of the door.
"Damn, I'm starting to think that maybe I should've taken the smaller one. This one's lanky as hell." Lasriel complained as he fumbled with the locks on the door on the other side of the door. His voice was muffled but Alex picked up on them. He tensed up as the door flew open and Lasriel stumbled in with none other than unconscious Sam Winchester draped over his shoulder as he dragged him into the cell.
A/N- Okay here's another chapter. There's no proof reading because I wanted you guys to have this before I have to leave to study for my Criminal Justice test that's tomorrow. So enjoy my horrible grammar and run-on sentences and misuse of commas.
Again I am not a writer for Supernatural so all of my lame Seriquin nonsense is totally made up. I thought the 'deformed polar bear' was a kinda funny though...no? Lol must just be my weird sense of humor.
And on a Supernatural note- who all saw last week's episode? lmao I couldn't quit cracking up. That was the funniest I have ever seen Sammy!
You guys rock! Thanks for reading!
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