Alex sat down at the dinner table with the Russos. She wasn't going to call them "her family", because they weren't. She didn't know them from Adam. But, it was killing her as to what might happen next. Sam and Dean... they'd never abandon her... would they? Because, blood born or not, she was still a Winchester through and through... right?
She had to admit, Theresa was a good cook. Chimi Changas better than some restaurants she'd been to--- not that she'd ever been anywhere fancy. Mostly dives, a few chains every now and again. But, she was okay with that. For her, that was normal... Dean had once said that he'd take their family over normal any day. She knew he sometimes wondered if Sam felt the same, because in his heart of hearts, Sam wanted normal...
"Oh, God... he's going to say this is my chance for 'regular' and give me up..." she thought, a lump forming in her throat as she poked idly at an avacado slice.
"Is something the matter, sweetie?" Theresa asked gently, a bit of hesitation still in her tone. "I could fix you something else if you like..."
"What? Oh, no, no... this is very good, thank you." Alex said, wiping her cheek off a little. "I'm just... this is kind of overwhelming."
Theresa sighed, putting a tenative arm around her shoulders. When the girl didn't pull away, she embraced her tighter. "I know, and I'm so, so sorry they made it happen like this..." she whispered. "Don't you worry, I'm sure your brothers will come for you very soon... probably on their way right now..."
Dean drove the van with a determined look on his face.
"Stupid van... bet the Impala would've gone twice as fast..." he thought to himself.
He was still working on getting it fixed, but right now the priority was getting back to Alex. Sam was relieving himself out of the back window, because neither of them were going to stop for anything other than necessary gas, and Bobby was going over one of the many tomes from his library in one of the middle seats.
Sam flopped back into the front passenger seat and looked over at Dean. "Gimme your cell." he asked.
"What? Why?"
"Because, it was your phone she called, and the number's still on it. Her phone didn't get transported with her. I wanted to check on her was all."
"Oh, yeah, sure." Dean said, fishing in his pocket for it.
Sam held the phone in his hand for a second, then looked at Dean.
"Do you think... that they'll try to take her away?"
Dean didn't turn to look at him. "Well, they kidnapped her..."
"Not exactly, Dean. That other guy just sent her to them. It wasn't really them." Sam said, trying to be fair and objective.
"So, he was doin' their dirtywork... Sammy, you can't seriously be taking up for these people?!"
"No!" Sam shot back. "Dean, it's just... I'm concerned! If that old dude was telling the truth---"
"He wasn't!"
"Well, what if he was? They might try to take her away--- especially with Dad dead!"
"Then we kill them, Sammy!"
"Dean, ya can't just kill humans." Bobby said.
"They aren't humans! They're... wizards or some shit. That's my loophole."
"No, it isn't. Wizards are humans for the most part. And, it's lookin' like the baby might be one of 'em."
"Doesn't matter. She's still ours." Dean said firmly.
"That's right, she is." Sam said with just as much conviction.
"And, it doesn't matter... humans or not, they try to hurt our sister, or take her from us..." Dean began.
Bobby half expected Sam to argue, but he saw the boy look as determined as he'd ever seen John himself look, "Then, we do what we have to." he said quietly, finishing Dean's thought...