"I still don't understand what you're doing." Alex said dully as he watched Sam write on the floor with his blood.
"It's called a Devil's trap. If we can get Lasriel to step in this then he going to be trapped in this circle until it's broke. Doesn't help us against that monster he's taken in as a pet but it's better than nothing I suppose."
"You look like a Satanist."
"I can't tell you how many times I've been told that in my life." Sam laughed as he finished and stepped back to admire his work. The room was dark and the trap itself was smaller because the only thing he could think to use was his blood and he was already light headed from the amount he had already lost...so maybe it would go unnoticed. Demons were cocky after all so they don't tend to look where they step.
He could only hope because he was steadily running out of ideas to defend them with. He moved back over to Alex and sat down with a sigh.
The teen's ankle was swelling considerably but at least the pain had died down to a quiet numb feeling as long as he kept the limb perfectly still.
Alex listened closely for the footfalls coming from upstairs. He tried to recognize a sign that they were starting to descend the stairs to the cellar. He had been lucky so far.
He wanted to trust that the man knew what he was doing. But he had seen the power Lasriel had unleashed. He doubted a regular man could do anything to stop the demon and it's monster.
"Sam?" Alex asked.
"Yeah?" Sam answered, promptly. He had been open and honest with him. Any question the boy asked he answered to some degree. The teen knew that he was holding back in some places but then again he was a bit grateful for that. Some things he was almost certain he didn't want to know.
"If Castiel's an angel why can't he just come and save us? Can't he just ask...God where we're at?"
Sam huffed out a laugh.
"No. Mainly because Lasriel has put Enochian Sigils around the place. Those things block Cas' powers. And as for God...Angels don't exactly have direct communication with him if that's what you're asking."
Alex sighed.
"Oh," He replied.
"No worries though. Who needs angel powers when you got a Winchester looking for you? Dean's worth more than the whole Garrison of Angels."
"You have a lot of faith in your brother." Alex noted.
Sam laughed again.
"I'm sure you will too by the end of all of this." He answered assuredly.
They were quiet for a few moments. Alex wanted to quit questioning the man but he found that once he stopped he couldn't stop.
"So, this is what you and Dean do? Go around and save people from demons? I mean that's the whole Hunter job description?"
"...Basically. Not just Demons though."
"What else is out there?"
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Dean had a look of determination as he reloaded his gun and took aim at the glass bottles he had set up as makeshift targets. He desperately wanted a drink but he knew better than to impair his motor skills at a time like this. Not with Sammy and an innocent kid on the line.
He took a steady breath before firing each bullet hitting their marks as glass shattered to the ground.
He felt Bobby approach him from behind.
"Is there a reason why you're wasting perfectly good ammo?" The older man questioned, knowing full well the answer.
"I hate this, Bobby. Not being able to do anything while I wait for Cas to bring me some damn knife and hope that I get my brother back? That's not how I work." Dean ranted.
"And Alex," Bobby reminded.
"What?" Dean asked lamely.
"Just because one of our own is in trouble doesn't mean we're going to leave that kid high and dry. You're brother is more than capable of fending for himself if you would calm down and realize that. Alex is the one who has no clue as to what he's up against."
Dean huffed.
"Bobby, please. I know we're not going to abandon the kid. But...it's Sammy. He has to be okay."
"He's been in worse trouble than this and managed to survive. Your brother's smart. I have no doubt that he won't pull through."
"He better be." Dean replied, willing Cas to hurry as he retook aim with his gun for the next glass target.
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"Vampires?"
"Yes. And no, they don't sparkle."
"Cute. What about ghosts?"
"Yes. Different versions too."
"Werewolves?"
"Yep."
"Zombies?"
"Yes."
"Bigfoot?"
"..Actually, no."
"Well that's just great. The least threatening thing on that list isn't real."
Sam laughed.
"Hey, you asked."
Alex sighed.
"Yeah, I'm definitely regretting it now."
"You want me to tell you the ones you left off the list?"
"No, no. I've had quite enough for today."
Sam laughed again and they settled down in silence for the moment. Alex had spent the last half hour rattling off Supernatural creatures and Sam would say if they were real or not. Being a hostage sure had it's downsides. Bad food and shear boredom.
"Do you think Dean's gotten in touch with Jack for me? At least to let her know I'm okay?" Alex asked after awhile. The last thing he needed was the woman busting into the Royal and General Bank demanding to know what had happened to him.
Sam's stomach dropped at the mention of the only woman left in the boy's life. He glanced at the teen before averting his glance. There was no way he could devastate the kid like that so he could only shrug once and say, "I doubt Dean did. Maybe Bobby gave her a ring though."
Alex nodded gratefully and leaned his head back and closed his eyes, willing the dull throb of his ribs to calm down as an involuntary shiver racked his body. The cold concrete of the floor was seeping deep into his bones.
Sam seemed to notice this and the fact that the boy was only in a thin t-shirt and pants and immediately started shrugging off one of this layers of clothing.
"Crap. I'm sorry, I didn't even think about you being cold." He apologized, as he held out his jacket to the boy as he mentally scolded himself.
Dean would have noticed that, he thought angrily. Dean was always noticing things like that about him. It had been drilled into his brain by his father. It was time for him to step up to the plate and be what Dean to him for Alex. The boy needed it.
"You don't have to do that. I'll be okay." Alex said stubbornly.
"You're cold. I have like three shirts on and a jacket. I can spare one piece of clothing, Alex." Sam replied, not waiting for the boy to reach his hands out to take the jacket and wrapping it around the teen firmly.
Alex nearly sighed in relief when the warmth of the jacket seeped into his body. Sam's body heat had made it nice and toasty.
"Thanks, Sam." He said awkwardly.
"No problem."
They lapsed into a boring silence again before Alex sighed, unable to bear the silence.
"What about mermaids? Are they real?"
And the game began again.
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"Dean! Get in here!" Bobby called from the cluttered desk where he monitored calls to the FBI and police departments.
"You got something?" Dean asked entering the room swiftly.
"Got a hell of a lot, actually. A couple with a cabin in the woods were found with their necks snapped. No signs of forced entry. The good part is the last call from that house was to the police station. They matched the times up and this is the call that was recorded." Bobby gestured to a tape recorder he had on his desk and pressed play.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Listen to me, I need you to get in touch with a Bobby Singer...Or a Sam or Dean Winchester. My name is Alex Rider, there's something after-"
There was a scream from a woman echoing in through the recorder and the last voice Dean heard was Lasriel's voice telling Alex to put the phone down before the line went dead.
"Damn. The kid actually got away. That's more than some can say. You get an address?" Dean asked, his adrenaline slowly seeping in. He finally had something to do.
"Yeah, it's about two hours away from here. You get the car, I'll grab some ID's."
Dean nodded and waited until Bobby had left before he sighed.
"Alright, Cas, I don't know where you are but we got a lead on where Alex is...or was...apparently the kid managed to get away from Lasriel and get to a phone. Me and Bobby are checking it out now. We just need that dagger ASAP...so, let us know. Roger. Over...and out." Dean ended awkwardly, praying was never something he could get used to. Even just praying to Castiel.
He snatched up his keys and headed for the Impala, willing this lead to bring him to Alex and Sam.
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The warmth of Sam's jacket had been enough to lull Alex into a light doze. He was startled out of his sleep as the door to the room thundered open and Lasriel sauntered into the room with a smile on his face as he spotted the teen. He had two bottles of water that he dropped carelessly to the floor along with a loaf of stale looking bread.
"Good news, Sam! Your brother and his angel are looking my dagger and as soon as it's been destroyed you'll be safely back with your brother." The demon announced his eyes not wavering from the injured teen. Alex hated the look but he refused to avert his eyes from Lasriel.
Sam had stood up and immediately moved to stand in front of Alex. He cursed silently as Lasriel missed the Devil's trap he had set up. He knew it had been too small but at least it hadn't been noticed yet. There was still hope for it at least.
"Me and my brother aren't leaving without Alex." He threatened.
"Oh, come on, Sam. He's just a kid. Kids die all the time. Just leave the boy in my care and he'll be fine. You and your brother can go back to playing Ghostbusters. You and I both know the boy's not going to be missed. Especially now." Lasriel said as he turned to share a look with Sam.
Sam glared at the demon, willing the son of a bitch to shut up.
But it was too late.
"What do you mean, 'especially now'?" Alex asked, his voice firm and loud but Sam could see the look of dread in his eyes as the boy looked at him.
"Alex..." Sam trailed shaking his head.
"Just shut up. Not now." Said a voice over and over in Sam's head.
Lasriel turned his head gleefully back to the teen.
"Oh, this is too good. They didn't tell you? Alex...Jack's dead."
A/n- Okay, I drew straws. This story won and got to be updated first. Hopefully this chapter will get better feedback. Last chapter must've sucked. Review and let me know how you liked it!
Question- can you even make a devil's trap out of blood? I don't even know you guys are just going to have to work with me. I suck.
And to the anon who asked what season this was going to be set in- Originally I thought it was going to be in season 4...but I'm not sure I like that idea anymore...It shouldn't matter too much but if it does I'll give a definite answer a few chapters ahead of time.