Alex sits up in her bed, head spinning.
The voices in her head cause her to knit her eyebrows together.
She is needed.
She stands up, and changes into her new clothes, bought with a fake credit card courtesy of Dean winchester. Not as majestic as her robe, maybe, but the jeans and t-shirt combo are a million times more comfortable.
She wonders into the sitting room of her temporary home, to find Dean slouched in a chair, watching TV.
He looks up and says "It's 3:30 in the morning, Lex, why are you up?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she smiles. Then her tone darkens, "I have a job. I'll be right back."
"You want me to come?" He sits up.
"No, it requires my immediate attention, and I cannot teleport another human being. I won't be long."
"Ok. See you later." He slides back into the chair.
"Bye." She says, and vanishes into thin air.
...
"Please! Jacob, please don't kill me!" A thin man in a tattered t-shirt begs. He shields his face with his hands, and trembles.
"You should not have expelled me Darius." A tall man stands over him, holding an angel blade.
"P-please I needed to go home, my family...they needed me!" He cries.
Jacob raises his blade, preparing to strike down his former host.
"JACOB ANGEL OF THE LORD" Alexandros' voice rings out, loud and clear. "You are called forth to be judged."
The angel's blade falls from his hand, and clatters on the wet concrete. He turns and falls to his knees before her.
"Your actions have been weighed in the balance, and you have been found wanting. Your punishment is execution."
She reaches her hand out and touches Jacob on the forehead. A blinding white light flashes, and Darius looks away. When he is able to look up again, Jacobs second host is sitting on the ground, rubbing his head.
"What happened?" He says.
"Jacob has been destroyed. You are both free." Alexandros replies softly. "If any angel should come to you seeking revenge, you need only to mention my name. Go home to your families, both of you."
She walks away, leaving the men dumbfounded.
She wanders out onto the street, trying to discern where she is. The worst part about teleporting is that she can only do it when an angel needs to be put down. Once she is finished, she has to take the long way home.
"Are you lost?" Says a familiar voice behind her.
"Castiel." She smiles, as she turns to greet him. In the two weeks since she met the Winchesters, Alexandros has learned to like Castiel. He is, after all, the most human angel in existence. She appreciates his heart for humanity, and has come to enjoy his company.
"Dean prayed to me, he said you went on a job, and might need a ride back." Castiel offers his arm.
Alexandros takes it with relief.
Within a split second they are back in the bunkers sitting room, where Dean and Sam sit, waiting.
"Hey Lex!" Sam greets her. "Did you find your target?"
"Just in time" she replies. "He was planning on murdering a past host for expelling him."
"Douche." Dean growls.
Lex yawns, and walks toward her bedroom. "I'm gonna catch some shut eye guys, good night. Oh, and Dean? Thanks for sending Cas after me." She smiles.
After she leaves the room, Castiel bids the boys goodnight, and disappears.
"Man, we have some weird friends." Sam comments, as he walks toward his bedroom.
Dean is left sitting at the table, still unable to sleep.
...
Lex wakes up early in the morning, and drifts toward the kitchen, patting her growling stomach.
Being human is a confusing sensation.
It seems her body is always in need of maintenance, and she hasn't had the luxury of growing up in it. She was made a full grown adult, and left to sleep for thousands of years. Every sensation is new, and confusing.
She smells something wonderful, and peeks in. Sam is standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs and bacon.
She walks in, too quietly. "Good morning" she says, causing him to jump and drop eggs everywhere.
"Oh no!" She gasps, bending down to help him scoop up the scrambled egg mess. Sam kneels at the same time, and they nearly knock heads. Lex leans back to avoid the collision, which causes her to fall on her ass.
Sam sits down in the middle of the eggs, laughing so hard tears pour down his cheeks.
"I'm just going to stay here forever." Lex sighs, and buries her head in her knees.
Dean walks into the room and looks down at the pair, raising his eyebrows. "What the hell happened?" He chuckles.
Sam explains the mishap.
Dean laughs loudly, which causes Lex to blush again. The trio cleans up the mess, and Sam fries up another batch of eggs, sunny side up this time.
As they sit around the table, Sam and Dean discuss possible hunts. Lex sits quietly, listening.
"Yeah but that could just be a regular serial killer..." Dean argues.
"Well I think it's worth looking in to." Sam maintains.
"Well first, look at this:" Dean holds up a paper. The headline reads: 'COUPLE KILLED IN CAR ACCIDENT'.
"Ok and you thought MINE had no basis?" Sam lowers his eyebrows.
"No but read further!" Dean argues. "The teen boy survived, he says the husband grabbed the wheel out of nowhere. They were having a friendly conversation one minute, the next he causes the wreck. Sounds like an angry spirit possession to me."
"Or deep seeded marital trouble." Sam retorts.
"Fine." Dean huffs. "You go check out your case, I'll check out mine."
"Can I come?" Lex's inquiry snaps the boys out of their argument, and they look over at her.
"Really?" Dean says. "You want to come on a hunt?"
"Why not?" She replies. "My job is to protect humans, and so is yours. Why shouldn't we work together?"
"Well which hunt do you want to come on?" Sam says. "Whose theory sounds more valid?"
Lex's eyes widen, and shift back and forth between the brothers expectant faces.
She sorely regrets having said anything in the first place.
"Ummm..." She finally responds, "I have no clue. Unless it comes to angels, I don't know a thing about the supernatural."
"Oh yeah..." Dean grins mischievously. "Well hint: the correct answer is mine."
Lex rolls her eyes and stands up. "I will be going with both of you. Brothers should not part ways. Settle this amongst yourselves, I'm going to get dressed."
She sweeps out of the room, and Sam and Dean look at each other.
"We're checking out mine." They say at the same time.
"JINX" Dean smiles.
"Rock Paper Scissors?" Sam suggests.
…
A few minutes later, they load up the car. Dean is moping, as he lost at rock paper scissors.
"Cheer up." Sam grins, "Cas said he would check yours out."
"I will not cheer up. We have to drive four hundred miles, for what is probably nothing." Dean replies.
Lex climbs in the back seat, and folds her hands in her lap.
"This is all your fault you know." Dean turns and says to her.
"My fault?! How?" She says, hurt.
"Brothers shouldn't part ways, myeh myeh myeh." He mimics playfully.
"I sound nothing like that." She says calmly.
"Buckle up Lex." Sam says.
"What?"
"Fasten your seatbelt."
"What?"
"OH FOR CHRISTS SAKE!" Dean groans. He leans over the back of the Impala's front seat, and grabs Lex's seat belt. He stretches the buckle over her waist, and snaps it in place.
He looks up to say something, but she is looking at him, wide eyed at his tantrum. Their faces are a lot closer than he originally calculated, and he forgets what he was going to say.
He clears his throat and slides back into his seat.
"Lets get this over with." He sighs.
…
As Dean drives, Lex and Sam both drift off to sleep.
"You guys are a big ol' box of fun on a road trip." Dean mumbles under his breath.
They pull into the hotel a little after midnight, and Dean wakes up his sleeping companions. "We're here losers."
Lex groans and stretches. "Already?" She smiles.
"You slept the whole way here." Dean replies.
"I'm sorry."
"No worries." He grins, and leans in very close to Sam's head. "SAMMY WAKEY WAKEY!"
Sam jumps and punches Dean in the nose out of pure instinct.
"OWWW" Dean cries. "I think its bleeding!? IS it BLEEDING?! IT'S BLEEDING! AUGH"
He climbs out of the car, and pinches his nose shut, leaning his head back.
Lex gets out, and Dean approaches her. "Does it look broken?" He asks through his mouth.
She stands on her tippy toes and examines the wound. "No, I think it's just busted. Its still nice and strait."
"Owww." He whines.
"That's what you get." Sam gets out and stretches.
"Shut up dick." Dean grouches.
While Sam walks into the hotel lobby to procure a room, Dean and Lex lean against the Impala. Dean's nosebleed slows until it is practically non-existent.
Sam walks back out, brandishing a room key. "They only had one available. Two Queens and a Couch."
"Rock Paper Scissors for the couch?" Dean says.
"Ok" Sam agrees.
Dean loses again.
"This has just not been your day." Sam laughs.
"Shut up" Dean grumbles, as he drags the extra blanket to the couch and flops down.
Lex walks over to him and kneels down. "You can have my bed." She offers. "I would be perfectly comfortable on the couch."
"Aww thanks Lex. I'm okay, really." Dean smiles softly.
"Ok then." She drifts over and pulls her pajamas out of her bag. She makes her way to the bathroom and closes the door.
Dean lays his head back and sighs, as Sam jumps into his bed joyfully. "Loser." He cackles.
…
Dean awakens early the next morning, to find Lex already wide-awake, sitting up in her bed.
"Lex?" He whispers.
"Good morning. You have a black eye." She replies.
Dean lifts his hand to his face, and winces. "Go figure." He sighs.
He gets up and staggers toward the shower, eyes still blurry from the long drive.
When he gets out Sam is up, and has pulled out his laptop to begin researching.
"So, four bodies have been recovered," he is explaining the case to Lex, "And all of them work for some form of animal control. My theory is a Yokai, an ogre that shape shifts into different animals. Each one of these workers was on the job, called out to exterminate or capture a different animal, when they went missing."
"I personally think it's just PETA" Dean states.
"PETA?" Lex inquires.
"Never mind." Dean sighs.
"Well if it is this Yokai, how do we execute it?" Lex asks.
"Now you're thinking like a hunter." Sam smiles, and Dean rolls his eyes. "So to kill a Yokai, you have to pierce their heart with silver. Pretty strait forward."
"And how do we find it?" She inquires.
"I hear there are some openings in the animal control business around here…" Sam says sardonically.
…
"This is ridiculous." Dean gripes, as he motions toward his new khaki shorts. "Why did I have to take the exterminator job? These uniforms SUCK."
"Because you lost rock papers scissors. Again. Maybe that's not your game…" Sam smiles. He and Lex are wearing jeans and T-shirts. They get to volunteer at the local shelter, picking up strays, so no uniform for them.
They disburse to begin their day's tasks. Dean has some rats to kill, and Sam and Lex are on a big catch, neuter, and release project.
"See you back here at eight." Dean says, and disappears out the door.
Lex and Sam scour alleyways and sidewalks, setting catch and release coon traps here and there.
They split up, to cover more ground.
Even though they are on a hunt, Sam enjoys the volunteer work.
He is setting a particularly testy catch and release trap, when he hears Lex around the corner.
"Hi kitty kitty." She coo's. "Awwww you are adorable!"
Sam smiles and turns his attention back to his trap.
"Ahhhhhhhh" Lex cries suddenly.
Sam drops the trap and draws his blade. He runs toward where her voice comes from.
As he rounds the corner he skids to a stop. Lex has fallen backward, and a giant hairy ogre is standing above her, his eyes glow red, and drool is dripping from his canines.
"Bad kitty!" Lex yelps, and tries to scoot backward.
Sam snaps out of his trance and runs toward where Lex lays. He slashes out with his silver blade, causing the Yokai to jump back and hiss.
A gunshot rings out, and Sam stumbles back, shocked. The Yokai drops, and his body turns to a pile of sand.
Standing just behind where the ogre fell is Dean, still holding up his gun. "Bad kitty?!" He says incredulously to Lex.
"What? He was! He tried to kill me! Look!" She points to her torso, which is slashed open and bleeding profusely. She begins to fade out, and drop toward the ground.
Dean snatches her up, and lifts her up into his arms.
"Easy there!" He says softly.
Sam pulls his phone out of his pocket, and dials, "Hey, Cas? We need you. Lex is hurt."
Cas appears within seconds. He lays his hand on Lex's torso, and it heals immediately.
"What happened?" Cas asks.
"Kitty." Lex slurs, still in shock.
Dean sighs, and they head back toward the Impala.
...
Lex lays in the back seat of the Impala, staring up at the roof.
"Hunting is a lot harder than I thought it would be." She admits.
"Yeah and that was an easy one." Sam points out.
Lex sighs.
"You guys have to teach me." She says decidedly.
"You're sure this is something you wanna do?" Dean says, eyebrows raised. "You've only been at it a day, and you already nearly got yourself killed."
"Yes." Lex responds fervently. "I want to help people."