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Chapter 13

A dingy little motel room bed had never looked so good. Alex flipped the light switch and dropped her bag just inside the door before moving to the farthest bed and throwing herself onto it. It was hard as a rock and the comforter a bit scratchy, but as far as she was concerned it may as well have been made of feathers.

The sound of the boys arguing as they walked into the room floated to her ears.

"I always found Curly's work a bit obvious," Sam said as he followed his brother inside.

"It's supposed to be obvious, man.." Dean replied. "They're stooges!"

"Will you two just give it a rest already?" Alex said, still laying face down in the mattress. "You've been at it for the past half hour. Enough is enough."

They'd left the Cassity farm just as soon as they gotten Ellie squared away. Alex had made her a hex bag and some instructions on how to lay low. The last thing she gave her was her cell number. "Encase of emergencies," she told her.

Dean decided to go get them all some food. He paused at the door when he realized that only Sam had mentioned what he wanted. That's when he saw Alex still lying face down in the mattress. "Hey, Alex, you okay?"

"Yep," she grumbled as she rolled onto her back and push herself into a seated position.

"You sure?" This time it was Sam that asked.

She looked back and forth between the two brothers. They both looked at her with concern.

"Yeah," she said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," Dean began, " you did just gank a Hellhound, which is no slice of pie, and, uh, there is a minefield of who knows what crap ahead. Then you made the hexbag for Ellie. I know that takes it out of you since you don't have your magic anymore. Just want to make sure that you are okay."

She gave him a soft smile. "I'm good, Dean."

Sam still wasn't convinced. He hadn't seen her this whipped in a long time. It worried him. After her revelation a few hours before, they hadn't really said much. He'd just held her until she'd pulled herself together before leaving him to get Ellie ready while he got dressed. Sam didn't realize he was staring until Alex's eyes locked with his. "I promise."

There was a moment of tense silence as Alex and Sam studied each other. Eventually, she broke the gaze and stood. "I'm gunna go take a shower. Just get me whatever sounds like it'll send me to an early grave," she told Dean before disappearing into the bathroom.

Dean looked from the closed door to his troubled brother. For a moment he thought it might have been his imagination, but he was pretty sure that there was more tension between them now than there was before. "Dude, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. He did his best to play it off as if he didn't know what Dean was talking about, but he knew his little brother better than that.

"No, nuh uh. I don't buy it. I know that look. Something happened between you two." Sam sighed. "I swear to God you two are worse than a freakin' soap opera. What happened now?"

Sam took a seat at the small table. He ran his fingers through his hair before leaning forward, his elbows resting on his legs."She told me more about what Crowley took."

"The piece of her soul? We already knew about that."

Sam shook his. He just stared at his feet for a moment before looking up at his brother. "He took a piece of mine too."

Dean stood their in silence as his brother launched into all that Alex had told him. What he heard was enough to make his head spin.

"So what? You two aren't soulmates anymore?"

"It's a little more complicated than that, Dean. I'm still hers, but she's not mine."

"How is that even possible?"

"I don't know." He tried to explain the research Alex had told him she found, but it just came out muddled. Sam went back to studying his shoes and the patterns in the carpet. He still loved her. He knew that for certain. He just wasn't sure if it was going to be enough for her anymore.

The sun was barely creeping in through the windows when Dean entered with breakfast. He sat the containers down in front of his brother and friend, all three of them having been up for hours. They ate in companionable silence. Sam continued to type away at his computer while Dean and Alex combed the newspapers for anything out of the ordinary.

"I think I found something," said Alex. "It says here that a second animal attack victim was found near the Cleveland County Fairgrounds yesterday. The victim, 33 year-old Clayton Dexter, was found in the early hours of the morning. The gruesome discovery bears similar details as the attack on Casey Jones last month." She looked up at the two brothers.

"Okay, so?" Dean asked.

"It's a full moon, Dean. Don't you find that a little convenient?" He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Sam," she said. "Do you think you could hack into the county records?" He nodded.

It only took him a few minutes to find the information they were looking for. While the records for the most recent attack were not complete yet, the records for the first victim confirmed Alex's suspicion.

Dean slammed his hand down on the table. "Looks like we've got ourselves a werewolf guys."

The town was only a few hours away. So they loaded everything up and headed out. The Impala's engine roared to life as Dean turned the key in the ignition.

"It feels good to be hunting something normal again," he said as he pulled out onto the road.

The other's just nodded in agreement. It was sad really. What had their life become that something as lethal as a werewolf was considered a break?

Getting into the morgue to examine the bodies was ridiculously easy. It always was. All they had to do was dress the part, act like they belonged, and flash a phony badge. Very rarely was there any push back. The few times there were, Dean or Alex were able to easily talk their way out of it. It wasn't even a challenge anymore.

Doning a paper gown and rubber gloves, Alex carefully examined the most recent of the two victims while the boys continued to ask the sheriff questions about where the body was found. It was exactly what Alex had expected. The heart was missing. She was willing to bet top dollar that the same could be said of the first victim. She was about to ask her own question of the sheriff when a young deputy came into the room.

"We've got another one sheriff."

"Where?"

"Over by CR 1248. The call just came in."

The hunters all exchanged knowing looks.

"Uh," Sam began. "Mind if I ride along? It may help us figure out what's doing this if we can see the attack site."

He didn't seem to buy it at first. "What about the rest of ya?"

"I still have some work to do here," Alex offered. "Johnson and I can cover everything here." She gestured to Sam. "Take Young with you. He'll be able to make the best sense of the scene."

The sheriff nodded. "Alright. Come on son."

Sam nodded to the others before turning and leaving the room. Dean waited for the coast to be clear before asking Alex what she thought.

"It's definitely a werewolf," Alex said. "The only thing missing is the heart." She poked around the chest cavity a bit more. "Everything else is pretty much intact. Looks like the damage is from the monster getting the heart out."

Dean nodded as he watched Alex dispose of her gown and gloves. They were going to meet Sam out at the attack site once she made copies of the medical records. Everything happening in roughly the same area made them think the victims were somehow linked.

They rode in a comfortable silence, Alex enjoying being able to sit up front and stretch her legs out a bit for once. While he drove, Dean couldn't help but think about what his brother told him. He kept chancing quick looks at her in the passenger seat as he drove.

"Alright," Alex said after Dean looked at her for the 5th time in as many minutes. "Out with it. Something's on your mind. What is it?"

Dean didn't answer right away. He just stared out at the open road. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.

"Sam told me about his soul."

Alex's eyes grew wide for a split second before returning to normal as she maintain her mask of indifference. "Okay."

"That's it? All you have to say is 'okay'?"

"What do you want me to say, Dean?"

"For starters, how about why didn't you say something sooner?'

It was Alex's turn to sigh and look out the window. She wasn't sure how to explain it. She hadn't wanted to tell Sam in the first place. Talking to Dean about it just seemed...weird. "I wanted to be able to fix it first." She told him about the research she had done on souls and soulmates after Henry had died far better than Sam had. There would still be traces of the connection, but it would be very fleeting. Not enough for them to still be bound.

"So what you're saying is that the reason Sam could move on and have a normal life without you was because the connection was severed?"

"Right."

"But you're still tied to him? So something like that could never happen to you?"

"Yes."

Dean's shook his head before leaning it back against the headrest. "That's so messed up."

"Tell me about it," Alex said under her breath. It was still loud enough for Dean to hear it. He chanced another look at her. It was clear how broken up the whole thing was making her. He could see it slowly eating away at her. He couldn't begin to understand what she was going through, but he knew that she could probably make it a little easier on both her and Sammy.

"You know,"he said. "Maybe it's just me, but if I spent centuries trying to get back to somebody, I'd want to spend as much time with them as I could. Even if I knew it wouldn't last."

His words weighed heavy on Alex's mind. What he said made sense to her. Maybe, just maybe, she was going about things all wrong.

Something about the attacks just didn't seem right. It wasn't just the proximity to one another, it was the age of all of the victims. They were all the same age. Only one of them lived in the area, but they had all been around the fairgrounds.

"Hey look at this," Sam said as he turned his laptop so that his brother and Alex could see the screen. "Each of the victims was in town for their 15 year high school reunion. They all went their separate ways after graduation. Maybe this has something to do with the attacks."

"You think somebody from their graduating class is settling an old score," Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Maybe. I mean, what else do we have?"

The three hunters discussed if for a few more minutes before deciding to talk to a couple of the other classmates that were in town for the reunion. Hopefully they could help them track down the werewolf.

Only one person from that graduating class still lived in the area. The other, Casey, was the first to die.

Zack Johnston owned a little auto show on the edge of town. They had hoped that he would be able to shed some more light on the recent attacks, but he wasn't a lot of help.

"I haven't talked to them in years," he said. "We didn't exactly run in the same social circle if you know what I mean." They just stood there waiting for him to continue. "Look, they treated me and brother like crap. They tormented us for four years because we were different. When we graduated, I was fine never seeing them again."

There was a clear animosity in his voice. Anything we get out of him isn't going to be worth much, Alex thought.

"Your brother," she said, "is he around? We'd like to talk to him."

"That's not going to happen."

Dean got a bit defensive. "Why not?"

"He's dead."

Alex made their apologies. Zack waved her off saying it was a long time ago before directing them to leave the garage.

She'd been at the library for a little over an hour without any real progress. After the local interview was a bust, Sam and Dean decided to talk to some of the other classmates that were still in town. Alex decided to look through the local library for clues.

She started by finding the class roster and looking for any new stories about individual students. It was boring and tedious work. Everything had started to blur together. Alex was just about to call it a day when one final article caught her eye.

It was a local newspaper article from a long time ago, 15 years to be exact. There was a grainy black and white photo underneath a headline that read "LOCAL TEEN DIES AT PARTY." Alex quickly read through the article.

A local teen by the name of, Jacob Johnston, had been drinking at a party with other high school students when he tripped and fell into a bonfire. While that gruesome detail was rather disturbing, that was not what made Alex's eyes grow wide. What caused her to go into a panic were the other names mentioned in the article. All of the victims had been present at the party along with Jacob's twin brother, Zack.

She took a closer look at the photo. There he was in the background glaring at the other teens. Alex read more of the article. The last paragraph cemented her already growing suspicion.

Alex grabbed her things, printed the article, and bolted for the door. Dialing Sam's number as she went.

"Hello."

"Sam? Sam," she said. "It's Zack."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"The werewolf. It's Zack."

It was a race against the clock. The moon had already risen. That meant that Zack would be wolfing out any second. Alex had explained everything to them in the car after they picked her up from the library.

"He told the police that his brother was pushed into the fire, but the others all said he fell. So they thought he just wasn't able to accept what happened. The photo showed four of his classmates with him in the background. I bet you anything he's going after the last of them tonight."

"If he's been a werewolf why wait until now?" Dean asked.

"Maybe it's something new," said Sam. "I mean, the last attack happened a month ago. Maybe that was his first time to wolf out, and when he saw his opportunity for revenge, he decided to take it."

The engine roared as Dean put his foot down, his brother's answer having convinced him of the situation. They'd already been to Zack's house and found it empty. Now they just needed to find the last remaining person in the photo. Sam worked his magic and found Kayla Greene's address in the next town over.

Alex loaded silver into all of the weapons while Sam navigated. She put the last bullet in the gun just as they pulled up outside the single story home. A scream sounded from inside the house. Alex quickly handed the boys their guns before all three of them took off in a dead run.

Dean slammed into the front door. Locked. Taking a step back, he raised his boot clad foot and kicked in the door. Pieces of splintered wood scattered as the door slammed off of the wall. They raised their guns and entered the room, spreading out to cover more ground.

A woman they assumed was Kayla came sprinting in from another room and into Sam's chest. "Go! Go! Go!" he ordered as he shoved her into the room behind him.

Being closest to the room, Alex took point and slowly entered the room the screaming woman had come from. The window at the far side of the room was smashed. Pieces of glass crunched under Alex's boot as she scoped it out. Everything was still quiet. The werewolf was gone.

She lowered her weapon and turned towards the boys. "He's not here."

A deep growling sound came from behind her moments before Alex was thrown to the ground. Her gun went sliding across the floor. Alex tried to roll over and pull herself to her feet, but the weight of the creature on top of her made it difficult to move. A cry of pain left her as the creature's claws ripped through her thigh.

Gunfire was the only sound that could be heard as both boys emptied their pistols into the wolf, forcing him off of Alex before he fell to the ground dead.

Alex poked at her leg with a hiss. "It's gunna need stitches."

"I'll do it," Sam offered.

Dean watched the two of them for a moment. It was clear that they needed to have another talk, so he decided to make himself scarce. "I think I'm gunna go hit the bar I saw up the street," he said. "Don't count on me coming back. I'll see you in the morning."

The door closed behind him, leaving the room in silence. Sam went about getting everything together he would need to to mend Alex's leg. He was grateful to Dean for leaving them alone. He just wasn't sure how to start the conversation. So he said nothing as he got everything together. The bowel of water nearly fell out of his hand when he emerged from the bathroom and found Alex removing her pants.

He hadn't expected to see her like that. Then he saw just how large the cut on her leg was. It ran nearly the entire length of her thigh. Seeing the severity of the gash instantly cleared his mind. He watched her remove the ruined garment and take a set on the end of the bed before he approached.

"Thanks," Alex said as she took the offered bottle of whiskey from Sam and downed a rather large gulp.

Sam carefully cleaned away the dried blood and dirt from her skin. She watched him carefully. His touch was so light, so gently she barely felt it. He took great care to cause her as little pain as possible while he worked. Her heart ached watching him. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair and pull him close. She missed him so much it hurt.

Satisfied that the wound was clean, Sam held up his hand for the bottle of whiskey. Alex took another long draw from the bottle before handing it to him. He held the bottle over her leg and waited for her signal. When she nodded, he poured the amber liquid over the gash.

"Augh. Son of a… Jesus!" she exclaimed, as the liquid burned away any infection in the wound.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Alex took the bottle and had another drink. "Let's just get this over with."

Focusing on the task at hand helped Sam keep his mind off of how amazing her bare skin felt under his hand. He focused on each and every stitch, making it as quick and painless as possible. She let out little hisses of pain from time to time as he pulled the thread through her skin. Five minutes later, Sam finished the final stitch and covered it with fresh gauze.

He paused after putting the last piece of medical tape in place. A long thick scare crossed the new one she'd just earned. While he had once know every scar and mark on your body, time and distance had added new ones to both of their bodies that the other didn't know the story too, but there was something about this one that stood out.

It was old and had turned white with age and become smooth to the touch. But there were random patches along the edges that looked new. The skin was still a reddish pink as if it had just recently healed. Sam didn't realize he was running his finger along the scare until she spoke.

"Wendigo," Alex said. Sam's head snapped up. "My first day in Purgatory. I didn't know where I was or what was happening when it jumped me from behind. I managed to kill it and run off, but I didn't really have the right stuff to stitch it up ya know? It took a long time to heal."

He traced one of the rough edges with his finger. "And this?"

Alex looked down to see what he was indicating and sighed. "I didn't have a second set of clothes, so when Dean and I first got back and I went to change… some of the denim had worked it's way into my skin as it healed. It ripped away with the pants when I took them off."

Sam flinched. He could only imagine what that must of felt like, and another waive of guilt consumed him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"What?"

He kept gently running the pad of his thumb along the scar as he spoke. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I should have looked harder. I should have fought to…"

Alex shushed him by placing a hand on either side of his face and forcing him to look at her. Her gray-blue eyes shone with sincerity. "It's not your fault, Sam. I don't blame you for anything. None of it. You didn't know where to look, and you didn't have a soul. That's on me." He started to protest, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. "You lost your soul because you were trying to hold onto me. I caused all of this." He tried to protest once more, but again she wouldn't let him. "Especially now." Sam suddenly became confused. "I… I've been so focused on what's missing that I haven't spent any time on what I have." She scooted closer to the edge of the bed and pulled him towards her. Sam's position on his knees made him almost perfectly level with her. "I love you, Sam. God help me I do. I just…"

He closed the space between them and joined his lips to hers. They both groaned at the feeling. Their lips sliding together in perfect unison. Alex tangled her hands in Sam's silky hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up her thighs to rest on her hips, his fingers playing with the flesh just beyond the hem of her shirt.

Alex wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body flush to hers as his tongue slid past her lips to duel with her own. She moaned at the exquisite sensation it cause to course throughout her entire body. That sound caused Sam to shiver, his need for her growing. When Alex reached for the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up his body, he pulled away to allow her to remove the piece of instant his shirt was off, Sam reached to pull off hers as well. He growled at the sight of her naked flesh. They hungrily reached for each other. Hands and lips wandering, groping, feeling every inch of flesh they could reach. He pulled back and just looked into her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said back in a hoarse whisper. "So much."

Their pace slowed. The frenzy gave way to tender exploration as they became re-familiarized themselves with each other's bodies. They removed the last of their clothing and worked their way up the bed.

Sam trailed kisses down her neck and across her jaw. Alex turned her head to the side, giving him better access to the spot on her neck that he knew would make her moan. He spent a few moments there. Biting and sucking until a visible mark began to form. He wanted the whole world to know that she was his.

Leaving her neck, Sam trailed kisses down to her chest. His tongue darted out from time to time to taste her sweat covered skin. His hot breath danced along her already hardened nipples. He pulled one of the sensitive nubs into his mouth and began to suck. Alex's back arched off the bed. Another moan left her when his hand started needing her other breast. She felt his teeth scrape her, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her groin.

"Fuck! Sam!" she cried.

The way her body responded to him caused his achingly hard cock to twitch. He groaned. Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, Sam slid his hand down her side and across her stomach. He kept going farther south until he reached her drenched core. "Fuck. Baby you're soaked" he groaned.

Wasting no time, he plunged two fingers inside of her and curled them against that secret spot inside of her that drove her insane. Sam's weight on top of her was the only thing that kept her from leaping off the bed. She whined, already close to the edge and begged him to enter her. "I need you inside me."

The moment they joined as one brought feelings of euphoria and pleasure to both of them. Sam kept their pace slow and steady, careful of her injured leg.

Moans and sighs filled the air as they moved together. "Augh, Sam," Alex sighed as she felt her end nearing. Sam adjusted his angle ever so slightly to rub against the magic spot he knew would drive her crazy. The coil inside of her burst, sending her tumbling over the edge with a shout. Sam following close behind, her name like a prayer on his lips.

It started as a small scratch at the back of her throat that irritated her. Soon it turned into a violent cough that forced her to wake. Alex had been sleeping peacefully in Sam's arms as he spooned up against her until the cough forced her to get up.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

Alex sat up on the edge of the bed. "Y- yeah." She raised her hand to her mouth, covering it with the back of her hand, as she began to cough again. She could feel liquid landing on the back of her hand as a metallic taste filled her mouth "I'm just gunna go get a drink of water," she said.

She made her way to the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her as she flipped on the light. The harsh light hurt her eyes for a moment as they adjusted to the sudden change. They were still mostly closed as she reached to turn on the faucet so she could wash the blood off of the back of her hand and get a small drink of water.

She opened her eyes and looked at the crimson liquid on the back of her hand. Looking up at her reflection, she saw some of the color on her lips as well. A small shiver of fear ran down her spine as she washed away the evidence that something was terribly wrong.

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