"You're here to make us disappear? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks, handing Alex her bag. It sounded ominous, but then, if she had planned to kill him, she would have done it already. And if she was going to turn him over to Zachariah, she would have done that, too. "And why not just tell us right away?"

Alex looks at Dean with smile. "If I had walked up to you in a bar and said, 'Hello. You don't know me, but my name is Alex, and an angel sent me here to make sure you disappear,' what would you have done? Besides, Darcey has a thing for tall men. She's been down lately, and I thought she could use a little fun."

"Good point," Dean laughs a little. "Alex, if there is a way Sam and I can help you, we will."

"Dean, thank you." She turns toward the door, stopping to look back over her shoulder. "You are a great man, Dean Winchester. And your father would be very proud of you."

He stares after her as she runs out into the rain. He and Sam met the most interesting people.

The rain had gotten heavier during the night, and beat against them as they walked the short distance to the other end of the motel. So much for dry clothes, they both think to themselves.

"I'm done with the rain," Dean says, reaching over Alex's shoulder to knock on the door, before remembering the chain.

"She'll have pulled that earlier." Alex says, turning the knob and opening the door.

**********

"I am sorry, Sam. I am. But this is the end for you." Darcey says calmly, still lying on the floor.

Sam blinks in disbelief. It was all going to end for him in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. And he wasn't entirely sure why. He takes a step in her direction. Maybe he could get the gun away from her again. He holds his hands up, in a gesture of defeat. "Darcey, why?"

"Does it matter why?" Sam catches a brief moment of doubt in her dark blue eyes, before being replaced by the icy calm. "Because I am afraid of you."

They both turn hearing Dean and Alex's voices outside the room. "Show time," Darcey says, and Sam watches as she tosses her gun across the room, and sags toward the floor.

**********

1 night ago

Darcey parks her SUV, darting across the wet parking lot, and back into her motel room. With any luck, Alex would still be asleep, and wouldn't notice she was gone. Of course, luck was never on her side, she thinks, turning to find Alex sitting up in bed, reading.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Alex asks her friend, not looking up from her book.

"I needed to get some air." Darcey throws her keys on the table, and paces the length of the room, brushing her wet hair back from her face. "Alex, I have been thinking."

Alex puts her book down, looking up at her friend. She knew that tone of voice, like Darcey would lapse into French at any moment. "I don't think I'm going to like this."

"What if we are doing the wrong thing? What if Zachariah is right and Castiel is wrong?" Darcey stops pacing long enough to look at her friend. It would take a lot of persuading to get Alex to see things from her point of view. They had known each other for sixteen years. Since she moved from Val d'Or, Quebec to Augusta, Maine. They knew everything about each other. Darcey watches as Alex just blinks in disbelief at her.

"You think that after everything we've seen, everything we've been through in these past 10 days, that now we should change our minds?" Alex gets out of her bed, trying to look Darcey in the eye. At times, being short was a disadvantage, but right now it didn't matter. Darcey wouldn't meet her gaze. "You were the one who talked me into saving John's sons."

"I know I was. But Alex, what if one of them really will bring hell to earth? Do you want that on your conscience? Do you want to live knowing that you were so close to stopping that from happening and that you let them get away?"

Alex narrows her eyes at Darcey, crossing her arms. "That's harsh, Darcey. Even for you." The one thing that had kept Alex hunting was knowing she was helping people. Either by saving them from a supernatural being or by putting the scum of the earth away.

"I just want you to think about it. To make sure we have made the right decision." Darcey sits down on the bed, fidgiting with the scratchy bed spread, then looking up at her friend. "What if we talk to them, before doing anything? We are both good judges of character. Maybe...I do not know," she shurgs.

Alex shakes her head, and then puts one hand to her forehead. Darcey looks down into her lap with a small smile. She knew this pose; she had made Alex doubt herself. It was only a matter of a few tricks she had up her sleeves, and Alex would fall in line with her.

"You want to talk to Sam and Dean, and, what? Ask if they plan to end the world?" She didn't know what had gotten into her friend, and she was right. She didn't like it.

"No. Not ask them outright. Talk to them, maybe. Spend a bit of time with them. If they are the men that John told us they were, the men that Castiel believes them to be, then we proceed as planned. But if you or I see something different, something...evil, we burn these bags, beg for mercy, and turn them in."

"I'm not totally OK with this plan, but I trust you, Darcey. If you need time to make your mind up, I'll give it to you." Alex thought she knew that Darcey had already made up her mind about Sam and Dean Winchester, and that Darcey knew that Alex herself hadn't. It was one thing they did when on a hunt; working through a tough question, one or the other of them playing devil's advocate. And to be honest with herself, she wasn't altogether sure they were doing the right thing.

"Then we are in agreement?"

"Absolutely."

"In that case, I have on small favor to ask, si vous plais," Darcey says with a smile and a wink. "You know how I love tall men..."