This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think! I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.
Chapter 27
Alex walked into the motel room holding three cups of coffee. Dean walked up to her and grabbed the cup of coffee that was resting in the crook of Alex's elbow. Alex pointed to her right cheek with her right hand and Dean rolled his eyes, but planted a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and set Sam's coffee next to his arm that was resting on the table he was sitting at.
"Did Ellen have anything?" asked Alex.
"Yeah. An inn in Connecticut has had two freak deaths in the past three weeks," said Sam.
"Huh. Sounds like a job."
Alex sipped her coffee.
"Yeah. Call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it," said Dean.
Alex stepped out of the Impala and winced as the bright sunlight hit her eyes. She shivered at the slight chill in the air and grabbed Dean's old sweatshirt from high school from the backseat. He had been on the wrestling team at one point. It said "Winchester" on the back and Alex stuck her hands in the pocket on the front of it. She walked around the car and stood by Sam.
"Dude, this place is sweet!" said Dean.
He inspected the inn. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat. He handed it to Alex and she slung it over her shoulder. They all headed toward the front steps together, but on the second step, Sam stopped and looked at a lamp that was placed next to the steps. He pointed to an X on the lantern's metal pole.
"See this pattern?"
Alex looked over Sam's shoulder and nodded.
"It's a quincox. It's a five spot."
"Isn't it used for hoodoo spell work?" asked Dean.
Sam nodded, his lips pursed together as he began thinking.
"C'mon, let's get inside," said Alex.
She pushed past her brothers and walked up the steps.
Once they were inside, Dean began looking around again. The front lobby was spacious and airy. The ceiling was high up and stained glass windows decorated every windowpane. He let out a slow whistle. Alex and Sam walked up to the front desk and Dean followed behind them. A tall, redheaded woman was behind the check-in desk and she smiled at them as they approached.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi. I'd like a room for a couple nights," said Alex.
The woman nodded and began typing in information on her computer when suddenly, a little girl came running through the front lobby. She ran right in between Sam and Alex's legs and Sam jumped back quickly to avoid accidentally tripping her.
"I'm sorry about that," said the woman.
"No problem," said Sam.
He joined Alex and Dean at the front desk once again.
"Well, congratulations. You all may be some of our final guests," said the woman, typing away on her computer.
"That sounds vaguely ominous," said Dean.
Sam smirked and Alex laughed.
"No, we're closing at the end of the month. So, how many rooms did you want again?"
Alex faltered and Dean stepped in to answer, but a rough, gravelly voice cut him off.
"They'll need two rooms."
They all looked behind them to see Kellan standing in the lobby. Alex smiled brightly, but quickly replaced it with a frown when Kellan wouldn't look at her. He made his way up to the front desk.
"Yes, two rooms, please," said Dean.
The woman nodded and handed a room key to Dean and another key to Kellan. The four of them walked up the stairs together and Dean grabbed Alex's arm.
"Alex is staying with me or Sam. You two will not be in a room together," said Dean as he looked at Kellan.
Kellan nodded and Alex followed Dean into their room.
In Dean and Alex's room that afternoon, Sam was sitting down in a chair looking through papers about the case. Dean sat on his bed.
"First victim. Joan Eddison, forty-three years old. Realtor handling the sale of the hotel and victim number two was Larry Williams. Sending some stuff out to Goodwill," said Sam.
"Where's Kellan?" asked Alex.
"Oh, he went to some local bar to visit an old friend," said Sam.
Alex's face fell and she went back to popping her gum.
"They both were tied into shutting the place down," said Dean.
"Maybe someone doesn't want to leave and they're using hoodoo to fight back," suggested Alex.
She was lounging on the small loveseat in the room and she popped her gum. Sam turned his steely gaze on her.
"Can you stop doing that? Please?"
Alex rolled her eyes, but nodded.
"Whatever you say."
Dean stood up and headed toward the door.
"Let's go check this place out."
Dean, Alex, and Sam stopped at the door down the hall marked "Private". Dean knocked on it and a few seconds later, Susan, the woman who had checked them in, opened the door looking frazzled. Her hair was falling out of its bun atop her head and there were dark circles under her eyes.
"Hi. Is everything okay with your room?"
"Oh, it's awesome," said Dean.
He peeked around Susan's head to see in the room and saw a few porcelain dolls.
"Hey, are those antique dolls?"
Susan nodded.
"Can we come in and take a look at them? I have this huge collection at home. Right?" asked Alex, looking up at Sam, who was standing beside her.
Sam looked at Susan.
"It's true."
Susan stepped aside and pushed the door open farther to let them all in.
"Wow. This is a lot of dolls," said Dean.
He walked over and looked at the shelves against the wall that held all different kinds of dolls.
"What is this?" asked Alex.
She pointed to a large, white dollhouse resting on the coffee table that looked exactly like the inn.
"Exact replica of the hotel, custom built," said Susan.
Alex walked around it to see the inside and saw a doll lying at the foot of the staircase. The doll's head was twisted all the way around. She gently plucked it up between her fingers.
"His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"
"Tyler, probably," said Susan.
The door was pushed open and they all turned to see Susan's daughter, Tyler, enter the room.
"Mommy, Maggie's being mean," she complained.
"Tyler, tell her to be nice," said Susan.
"Hey, Tyler. Your doll broke. Do you want me to fix it?" asked Alex.
"I didn't break it."
"Maybe Maggie did it," said Sam.
"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad," said Tyler.
"Grandma?" asked Dean.
"Grandma Rose. These are all her toys," said Tyler, in a "duh" voice.
"You know, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll-"
"No. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking visitors," said Susan.
Alex nodded.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
Susan ushered all of them out the door. She shut the door and the Winchesters watched Tyler skip happily down the stairs.
That night, Alex saw weird lights whirling around on the ceiling of her room. She peeked out of the window to see EMT's loading a black body bag into their ambulance. She sighed and pushed the curtains back into their place on the window. She glanced at Sam, who was drinking Scotch straight from the bottle and sitting on the loveseat. Dean stormed into the room and Alex turned to him.
"There's been another one. We've got to figure this out and fast."
"You're bossy," slurred Sam.
Dean looked at Sam, then at Alex.
"He's drunk," stated Alex.
"Why'd you let him drink? We're workin' a case!" yelled Dean.
Alex threw her hands up.
"He's so much bigger than me! I'm 5' 1" and he's fuckin' 6' 2," Dean. What did you expect me to do?"
She crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow. Dean sighed.
"You're right. I'm sorry."
He walked over to Sam and helped him stand up. Together, they walked over to Sam's room and Dean knocked on the door. Kellan opened it and took a look at Sam.
"Alright, I'll help you get him in bed."
Kellan went to Sam's other side and helped Dean bring Sam into the room. They set Sam on his bed and Sam flopped down onto it, face first. He fell asleep within minutes.
"Thanks, man," said Dean.
Kellan nodded and Dean walked back into his room. Alex was already in her bed, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling steadily as she breathed. Dean gently leaned down and kissed her forehead before stepping into the bathroom to shower.
Alex turned over in her bed and looked at the digital clock that rested on the nightstand. It was 4:14 in the morning and Alex could not get back to sleep. She sighed and sat up. She looked over at Dean. His back was towards her and he was sleeping peacefully, snoring loudly as well. Alex swung her legs over the side of her bed and got up, heading for the door. She quietly opened it and shut it gently as well so as not to wake up Dean. She headed down the stairs and entered the sitting room. She sat on one of the couches and thought about how to fix things with Kellan.
Kellan looked over at his clock by his bed. It read 4:15 AM. He sighed and looked over at Sam, who was sound asleep. Kellan grabbed a black wife beater from the chair beside his bed and stood up, walking out of his room and heading downstairs to find something to do.
Alex looked up as she heard movement. A few seconds later, Kellan rounded the corner and stopped instantly in his tracks when he saw her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize someone was in here. I'll just…"
Kellan let his sentence trail off and began walking backwards to leave the room.
"Kellan, wait," called out Alex.
He stopped and looked over at her.
"Look, I want us to be able to talk to each other."
Kellan nodded.
"Yeah, me too."
"Good. Look, I'm so sorry about what happened. I never meant to hurt you. It just kind of happened. But I don't have any feelings for Joe. It's always been you," said Alex.
Kellan closed his eyes and his fists clenched. Alex held her breath as she waited for his response. His eyes opened and bore into hers.
"I'm sorry that it happened, too. Alex, I really like you. And what you did, it crushed me."
Alex nodded and looked at the floor. A tear fell from her eye and Kellan sighed. He walked over and knelt in front of her. He tilted her chin up to look at him.
"But I like you too much to let this go. Can we please go back to the way it was before all of this happened?"
Alex smiled and nodded.
"Thank God," said Kellan.
He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers. Once they separated, they walked hand in hand back up the stairs. They kissed one more time before heading to their rooms.
The next morning, Sam went into the bathroom, puking his guts out. Alex winced as she opened the door and heard him puke.
"Hey, Sammy. How you feelin'?" asked Alex.
Sam groaned and set his forehead down onto the cold toilet seat.
"I bet you don't remember a thing from last night," said Kellan.
"I can still taste the Scotch," said Sam.
Alex laughed lightly.
"You know there's a really good hangover remedy. It's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray," said Dean, stepping into the room.
Sam groaned.
"I hate you."
"I know you do. Anyway, we need to talk to Rose. So, brush your teeth and head out," said Dean.
Alex walked out the door first and Dean followed behind her, smiling.
"You coming, Kellan?" asked Sam as he shrugged on his jacket.
"Nah, I'll let you all have this one. Let me know what you find."
Sam nodded and walked out of the room.
Outside of Susan's door, Alex handed Sam a bobby pin and watched as he easily unlocked the door. They all entered the room and headed for the door that led up to the attic. They climbed up the dusty stairs and walked down a little hallway, entering a small room at the end of the small hallway. A woman was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the lone window in the room at the rain pounding the window's glass.
"Rose?" called out Sam.
The woman said nothing and made no indication that she had heard him. Sam nodded to Dean and they stepped into a corner of the room to talk. Alex joined them.
"This woman's had a stroke," said Sam.
"Yeah and hoodoo is hands on, so it can't be Rose," said Alex.
"Maybe she's fakin,'" said Dean.
"What are you going to do? Poke her with a stick?" asked Sam.
Dean nodded.
"Dude, you cannot poke her with a stick!" said Sam.
They all looked up as Susan entered the room then.
"What the hell?"
She ran up to her mother.
"She's scared out of her wits. I want you out of this hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops," said Susan.
Dean nodded and led his siblings quickly out of the room.
Susan was standing at the playground that resided next to the hotel later that same afternoon. The wind picked up and the swings began to move. Susan looked at them moving and began walking away when her car turned on by itself and sped toward her. She was trapped, almost getting crushed by her car, when Sam ran towards her. He tackled her to the ground and they fell a few feet away from Susan's car. It sped into the swing set, crashing.
"Are you okay?" asked Sam.
"I-I think so," said Susan.
Dean and Alex ran over to them and Dean grabbed Susan's hand, pulling her up from the ground. They walked back into the hotel.
They met Kellan in the bar and Susan sat down at one of the tables. Sam grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and set it in front of Susan.
"When did your mother have a stroke?" asked Sam.
"Um, about a month ago."
"Right before the killings began," said Kellan.
"Rose was using hoodoo. But to protect them, not to hurt them," whispered Sam.
He sat down in front of Susan at the table.
"You and your family are in danger. You need to clear everybody out of here. Your mother, your daughters."
"I only have one daughter," said Susan.
"But I thought that Tyler had a sister named Maggie," said Alex.
"Maggie's imaginary," said Susan.
Alex groaned.
"Where's Tyler?" asked Dean.
"Upstairs."
Sam, Alex, Dean, and Kellan all quickly ran up the stairs and into Susan's room. The dolls were strewn around the room, broken. Susan ran into the room a few seconds behind them.
"Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie," said Alex.
"Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick."
"Did you ever know anyone by that name?" asked Sam.
"My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her."
"Did Margaret happen to die here as a kid?" asked Kellan.
"She drowned in the pool," said Susan, nodding profusely.
"Shit," said Dean.
All five of them ran over to the pool house, but the door was locked. Dean and Sam tried breaking the glass with their elbows, but it wouldn't shatter.
"Is there another entrance?" asked Dean.
"Around back," answered Susan.
"Alright, let's go."
Dean led Susan around back.
"Kellan, go with 'em. Dean will need help with Susan," said Alex.
Kellan quickly ran after them. Sam and Alex continued trying to break the glass. Sam grabbed a metal vase from beside Alex and began smashing the glass with it. After a few tries, the glass in the doors began to crack and it finally shattered. Alex and Sam ran inside and onto a balcony. Sam hopped up on the balcony's edge and dived right into the pool, his body hitting the water with a splash. Alex jumped in right after him. Sam grabbed Tyler, who was at the bottom of the pool, and swum over to the shallow end of the pool with Tyler in his arms. Alex swum beside him and hauled herself out of the pool once they had all reached the shallow end. Sam laid Tyler down beside the pool and Alex knelt down next to Tyler's small, lifeless body. Dean, Susan, and Kellan ran into the pool house as Alex listened for a heartbeat. When she didn't hear one, Alex pressed her mouth to Tyler's and breathed into it. She pressed three times on Tyler's chest and repeated the pattern. Susan began crying as Tyler didn't move and Alex continued administering CPR. Suddenly, Alex was pressing down onto Tyler's chest when Tyler sat up and began coughing. Susan quickly rushed over to her daughter and pulled her into her body.
"Thank you. So much," cried Susan.
"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" asked Sam.
"No. She's gone," whispered Tyler.
Sam nodded and climbed out of the pool then. His hair was soaking wet and both his clothes and Alex's clothes were dripping wet onto the tile floor of the pool house. Sam took one final look at Tyler and Susan before following his siblings and Kellan out of the pool house.
At a motel later that night, Kellan was watching TV while Alex was sitting at the table doing a word-search. Sam was in the shower. Dean shrugged on his jacket and looked at the two of them.
"I'm heading to a bar. I need a few drinks."
Alex nodded and Dean kissed her temple.
"Be good."
Dean left the room and Alex watched his headlights disappear before standing up from her chair. She stretched her arms above her head and smirked as Kellan watched her every move. Her shirt rode up as she stretched, revealing her toned and flat stomach.
"I think I'm going to head out to do some laundry. Be back in a few," said Alex.
She walked out of the room, not taking any laundry with her. Kellan smirked and looked at the bathroom to make sure that Sam was still in the shower before walking out of the room to find Alex.
Alex walked into the lobby of the motel and looked at the middle-aged woman behind the front desk.
"Hi. If you happen to see a really cute, buff guy, will you send him into the laundry room?"
The woman nodded, not taking her eyes off of the magazine she was reading.
"Thanks!"
Alex stepped into the hallway that led into the laundry room and headed for the laundry room. Kellan walked into the lobby a few seconds later and looked at the woman.
"Have you seen-"
The woman pointed her finger at the hallway leading to the laundry room and Kellan slapped the desk.
"Thanks so much."
He ran into the hallway after Alex and headed for the laundry room.
Alex was sitting on the washer when Kellan entered the laundry room.
"I knew something was going on when you didn't bring any laundry with you," said Kellan.
Alex smiled coyly and brought her lip in between her teeth.
"God, you're so sexy when you bite your lip," said Kellan.
He walked towards her, but Alex stuck her palm out to stop him.
"Put a quarter in the washing machine."
Kellan dug around in his pocket quickly and pulled out a quarter. He stuck it into the washing machine and Alex reached behind her, hitting the start button. The machine began whirring and vibrating. Alex moaned and stuck a hand in her hair, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
"You're so fucking sexy," said Kellan, his eyes glazed over with his lust.
He walked towards her and grabbed her hips. Alex opened her eyes and saw that Kellan's were black with lust. She pressed her mouth against his and their tongues danced together. He kissed down her neck and kissed the top of each breast. Alex reached for him and Kellan obliged. She pulled his wife beater over his head and threw it onto the dryer. Alex licked her lips as Kellan leaned forward to kiss her. As one of Kellan's hands slid down her body and under her shorts, the laundry room door suddenly flew open and a maid walked into the room.
"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!" she cried.
Kellan immediately grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head. Alex hopped off the washing machine and grabbed Kellan's hand, leading him out of the room. They laughed all the way down the hall and back to their room.
Back at the motel room, Dean and Sam were nowhere to be found. Alex stepped into the room first with Kellan right behind her. She looked at a note that was resting on the table.
"Alex and Kellan- Went to have a few drinks with Dean. Be back later. Sam."
Alex nodded and turned to face Kellan, who stood a few feet in front of her. He smirked.
"So, both of your brothers are gone?"
Alex nodded, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.
"I think I'm going to shower," said Alex.
She kissed Kellan's cheek and walked into the bathroom. Kellan heard the water turn on a minute later and sat down on the nearest bed. He turned on the TV and began watching Mean Girls.
Alex walked out of the bathroom only a few minutes later in a tank top and shorts, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at Kellan, who was lying back on the bed nearest to the door, watching Mean Girls. Alex glanced at the TV and looked back at Kellan, her eyebrows raised.
"Seriously? Mean Girls?"
Kellan shrugged his shoulders.
"It was the only thing on."
Alex climbed onto the bed and rested her head on his chest. Kellan put his arm around her and they watched the movie for a few minutes.
"I have to go back home tomorrow," said Kellan.
"Why did you even leave?" asked Alex, looking up at him.
"I needed to get away. And I wanted to see you."
Alex smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you did."
Kellan smiled and leaned down to gently kiss her. Once they separated, Alex looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 12:45 AM. Alex yawned and Kellan looked over at her.
"Time for bed?" he asked.
Alex nodded and snuggled closer into his side. Kellan reached over and turned off the lamp on his nightstand. He pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it into a corner of the room before kissing Alex's forehead and pulling the covers over the both of them.
Alex awoke to the loud, annoying vibrations from her cell phone. She glanced behind her at Kellan. His arms were wrapped around her waist and he looked peaceful. Alex gently removed herself from his embrace and grabbed her cell phone out of her jeans pocket that was lying on the floor beside the bed. She didn't recognize the number on the caller ID, but answered it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Alex, it's Sam. Um, listen, Dean and I need you to come pick us up."
"Why the fuck can't you drive yourself back to the motel? I mean, unless you're in…"
Alex instantly sobered up and slapped a hand to her forehead in frustration.
"Fuck, Sam! You and Dean are in jail, aren't you? At 5:15 in the morning?"
Kellan woke up and sat up in the bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up, grabbing a t-shirt and throwing it on over his head.
"Yeah, we are. Listen, can you please come get us?"
Alex pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Fine. But you two have some serious explaining to do. And how much do I need to bail you both out?"
Alex listened to Sam's response.
"Thanks. See you in a few."
She hung up and threw her phone down onto the bed.
"They're in jail?" asked Kellan.
Alex nodded.
"Do you have $100? Cause it's $200 to bail 'em out and I only have $100," said Alex.
Kellan nodded.
"Thanks, baby."
Alex walked over to him and kissed him.
"No problem. Let's go get your brothers."
Alex and Kellan entered the police station and walked up to the front desk.
"Hi. We're here to bail out Sam and Dean Liston," said Alex.
The police officer behind the front desk nodded and pulled up their information on her computer.
"Can I see your ID please?"
Alex dug her driver's license out of her pocket and handed it to the woman. The woman typed the information she needed into the computer and handed Alex her ID back.
"I need $200 before I can release them."
Alex handed her $100 bill across the desk and Kellan handed the officer a $100 bill as well. She stuck the money into the cash drawer and walked out from behind the front desk.
"I'll go get them. Wait here, please."
Alex and Kellan sat on the two plastic chairs in the front of the room and waited for Sam and Dean.
Sam and Dean walked into the front area of the police station only a few minutes later and Alex and Kellan stood up.
"They're all yours," said the police officer.
She walked back into the back rooms and Sam and Dean looked over at Alex sheepishly.
"What the hell put you in jail?" asked Alex.
"A bar fight," replied Dean.
"Of course. How could you be so stupid?"
Sam and Dean looked down at the floor.
"Whatever. C'mon, we'll drive back to the motel so you two can get your stuff. We have other jobs to do."
Alex and Kellan walked out of the police station holding hands, Sam and Dean shuffling along behind them.
Later that afternoon, Alex stood outside the roadhouse with Kellan.
"I'm sorry I can't go with you," said Kellan.
"It's okay. You have a life. I understand. Call me?" asked Alex.
"Absolutely," said Kellan.
He ducked his head down and kissed her. Their kiss quickly became heated and Kellan's hands were sliding toward her ass when Dean honked the Impala's horn.
"Alex, let's go!" he yelled out the window.
Alex separated from Kellan and looked up at him.
"Bye."
She kissed him one more time.
"See you, babe," said Kellan.
He watched her walk back to the car and climb inside. Sam waved to Kellan and Dean peeled out of the roadhouse parking lot.
Dean, Alex, and Sam entered a jewelry store. A pretty brunette was behind one of the counters and Dean bee-lined straight for her once they had all entered the store. Alex rolled her eyes and followed Sam over to the older salesman who was standing behind a different counter.
"Hi. We're FBI," said Sam.
He flashed his fake badge quickly and the man nodded.
"Do you mind telling us what happened here last night?" asked Sam.
The salesman shook his head and launched into his tale.
"Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases and the safe. Edgar, our night watchman, didn't know what to do. He's known her for years. He called me at home."
"And that's when she took his gun?" asked Alex.
The salesman nodded sadly.
"She shot him in the face. I mean, it makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds and then just dump 'em?"
Alex shrugged as Dean walked over to join them. He folded a slip of paper in half and stuck it in his jacket pocket. Alex looked between Dean and the brunette behind the counter.
"Really?"
"What?" asked Dean.
Sam smirked and thanked the salesman for his time.
"Can't take you anywhere," mumbled Alex.
Dean followed her out of the store.
The Winchester siblings walked up the front steps of Ronald Reznick's house. Ronald was a security guard who had an interesting theory about a recent bank robbery and the siblings wanted to know more about it. Dean knocked on the front door and stuck his hands back in his pockets as they waited. Ronald came to the door, opened it, and stared at them.
"Mr. Reznick, we're with the FBI," said Sam.
"I already gave my statement to the police," said Ronald.
"We just need some clarification," explained Dean.
Ronald stepped aside and let them into his house. They stepped into the living room and stood awkwardly in the middle of it as they waited for Ronald.
"Look, the thing that I let into the bank wasn't Juan. It was a mandroid," explained Ronald quickly.
He sat down on the couch.
"A mandroid?" asked Alex.
Her eyebrows rose. Ronald nodded and grabbed a videotape from the television stand. He stuck it into his VCR and Dean, Alex, and Sam sat on the couch to watch it.
"Look, right there!"
Ronald pointed to the screen and paused the video. Alex muttered a low "fuck" under her breath when she saw that Juan's eyes were a blaring white color.
"That ain't no damn camera flare like the cops said," said Ronald.
Alex sighed and looked over at both of her brothers. Sam nodded imperceptibly and Dean ran a hand over his face roughly.
"I hate those fuckin' shape shifters," said Alex.
She flopped down on one of the beds in their motel room later that same day.
"Yeah, at least they didn't frame you for murder," said Dean.
He looked at the layout of the street on which the bank and the jewelry store were located that was spread out across the table.
"Hey, there's one more bank on the street," said Dean.
"That must be where it's headed next then," said Sam.
The security guard led Dean, Alex, and Sam to the back of the bank where the small screens were located that showed the bank's footage from its video cameras. The guard smiled at them before leaving the room. He closed the door behind himself and the three siblings sat down.
"Got any popcorn?" asked Dean.
Alex laughed and Sam smiled.
"Nope. Sorry, bro."
Dean leaned back in his chair and rested his feet on the top of the table's edge. He crossed his ankles and rested his hands behind his head, watching the TV screens the best that he could.
A few hours later, Alex's head was resting on Dean's shoulder. Her gaze flickered from TV screen to TV screen.
"It's been three hours. Maybe we jumped the gun on this thing," said Alex.
"Well, well, would you look at that?"
Dean pointed to a screen in the corner where the bank manager's eyes were blaring white.
"And look. There's Ronald," said Alex, pointing to an entirely different screen.
Ronald was quickly padlocking the bank's main doors shut and he had a gun slung over one of his broad shoulders.
"Fuck," whispered Sam.
Dean nodded and they all rushed out of the room to enter the main lobby of the bank.
The three of them walked into the main lobby of the bank to see Ronald standing in the middle of the room, holding his gun in his hands and pointing it at all of the other bank occupants who were lined up against one wall.
"Ronald, relax," said Dean.
Ronald quickly whirled around toward the sound of Dean's voice and his eyes widened.
"You! Get on the floor, now!"
The three siblings easily complied, crouching down onto their knees. Alex was in between Sam and Dean.
"You ain't FBI! Who are you?" demanded Ronald.
"We-"
"Shut up! I don't like you!" yelled Ronald.
"Fair enough," said Sam, shrugging his shoulders.
His nostrils flared with anger and Alex rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Look, why don't you let these people go," suggested Dean.
"No! If nobody's going to stop this thing, I'm going to do it myself," said Ronald.
His gun was now trained on the three of them.
"We believe you. That's why we-"
"You don't believe me! Nobody does."
Dean crooked his finger at Ronald and Ronald stepped closer to him.
"It's the bank manager. Now, we've got to find him before he turns into someone else."
"You're a damn liar."
Alex rolled her eyes and removed her hand from Sam's shoulder. She slowly stood up so as not to startle Ronald. Her arms were raised in a peaceful gesture while she stood up slowly.
"Look, the more time we waste, the more time he has to change. Take me as a hostage."
"Alex, no," said Dean.
He stood up slowly as well and looked over at Ronald.
"Take me."
"Trust me," said Alex.
Ronald looked between Alex and Dean before he finally rested his gaze on Alex.
"Okay. Everyone else goes in the vault."
The bank's occupants walked into the vault, Sam and Dean being the last ones to enter. They looked over at Alex, who was standing next to Ronald outside of the vault.
"Lock it up," said Ronald.
Alex nodded and pushed the vault door closed. Right before it closed completely, she mouthed, "I love you" to Sam and Dean. They nodded imperceptibly and the door was fully shut. Sam and Dean both sighed. Sam ran his hands through his hair while Dean ran his hands over his face.
Alex walked beside Ronald as they headed for the bank manager's office. Ronald pushed open the door and looked at Alex. He motioned for her to step inside first. Alex rolled her eyes at his immaturity, but walked inside. Ronald followed behind.
"Check behind the desk," said Alex.
Ronald obliged and walked behind the wooden desk. He slipped on something and Alex looked over at him. Ronald looked at his hand to see what he had slipped in and screamed. He quickly stood up and looked down at what he had slipped on.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
Alex walked over and crouched down at the corner of the desk. Behind the desk was the shape shifter's skin. It had shed its old skin, meaning the bank manager was no longer the shape shifter.
"Oh, great. When it changes form, it sheds its old skin. It could be anybody," said Alex.
She stood up then and ran a hand through her blonde hair. Ronald looked at her with a confused expression. Alex sighed.
"It's a shape shifter. It's more or less human. It generates its own skin and shapes it to match other people's features," explained Alex.
She glanced at the desk and saw a letter opener lying on the top of the desk. She reached across the desk and grabbed it. She stuck it into her jeans pocket.
"Silver is the only thing I've seen that hurts these things. C'mon."
Alex walked out of the office. Ronald took one last glance at the old skin and then followed quickly after Alex.
Alex and Ronald walked into the bank's lobby. They were halfway across the lobby when the lights went out and the power shut off.
"Damn it. Fuck, fuck, fuck," muttered Alex.
"What is it?" asked Ronald.
"Cops are here," said Alex.
"Cops?"
"You weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this. You didn't even secure the security guard! Now, they probably got us surrounded. They cut the camera power so now there's no way of tellin' who the shape shifter is. It's not lookin' good, Ronald."
Alex began walking away towards the vault when she heard a rustling noise. She stopped and stood completely still.
"Did you hear that?" she whispered.
She slowly turned her head to see Ronald nod.
"Alright, we've got to get my brothers to help."
Alex began walking forward again and Ronald scurried after her.
Sam and Dean turned toward the vault's door as it was opened. Alex pulled it open and they instantly stood up onto their feet.
"Sam, Dean. We need to talk to you two for a minute."
Sam and Dean walked out of the vault and Ronald shut the vault's door once more.
"It shed its skin. Could be in the halls, could be in the vault," said Alex.
"Great," muttered Dean.
"You know, Dean, you are wanted by the police. How will we get out of here?" asked Sam.
"Okay, one problem at a time, alright? I'm going to do a sweep of the whole place," said Dean.
Alex reached into her back pocket and handed Dean a letter opener. She handed one to Sam as well.
"I found these around the place. Pure silver."
Dean nodded and walked off into the bank.
"Hi, Ronald," said Sam.
Ronald nodded over at him and Alex sighed.
Sam opened the vault's door and every eye turned to see him.
"I'm opening this so that you folks can get some fresh air. But nobody leaves this vault," said Sam.
The shrill ring of the phone in the hall cut through the silence. Ronald answered it, Alex and Sam standing behind him. Alex felt a tap on the shoulder and she turned around, her face in Dean's chest. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She nodded and turned to Sam, standing on her tiptoes and whispering into his ear. Sam nodded and walked into the vault. He grabbed the arm of the old man who was having a little trouble breathing. Sam led him out of the vault and away from the watching eyes of everyone else. Once they were safely away, they set the old man on the ground and waited for instructions from the police, who were on the phone with Ronald. Suddenly, the big, black man from inside the vault ran out of the vault. Dean tried to stop him, but he punched and kicked Dean, knocking him to the ground. Ronald was off of the phone and he watched as the man ran down the steps and into the lobby, disappearing into the shadows. Ronald ran into the lobby after the man and Alex watched. She saw a small, red dot appear in the middle of Ronald's back.
"No!" yelled Sam.
They all watched as Ronald was shot and he fell to the lobby floor, dead.
Alex and Sam looked at Dean after Ronald had been shot and fallen.
"Take care of the guard. We're goin' after the shifter," said Sam.
Dean nodded and sat down by the security guard as he watched Alex and Sam run off after the shape shifter.
Alex sighed when she and Sam came across three people that had been in the vault. Alex and Sam were roaming the hallway and the three vault occupants were cowering in the corner.
"You shouldn't be back here right now. You're in danger. Go back to the vault. Now!" yelled Sam.
The three people nodded quickly and ran past them back to the safety of the vault. Alex and Sam rounded the corner and opened a door that led to a staircase. They walked down the steps. When they reached the step landing, they saw the skin. The skin meant that the shifter had changed into a different person again. Alex pulled out her phone and dialed Dean.
"Slipped its skin," she said when he answered his cell phone.
"What? Already?"
"Yeah, the bastard sheds fast."
"Shit. It could be anybody again."
"You go round everybody up. We'll search the place."
Alex hung up and slipped her phone back into her pocket. She followed Sam out of the stairwell and into the bank's main lobby.
Sam and Alex were walking down the hallway, looking for the shifter. Dean was still in the lobby, waiting to see if the shifter passed through there. Sam was holding a flashlight and a letter opener in his hands as he walked down the hall. Alex clutched her own letter opener in her right hand, looking behind her as she walked to make sure that no one was following them. They turned into an office and saw blood spattered all over the floor. Sam walked over to the closet and yanked the closet door open. A woman's body fell from the closet, her throat slashed. It was the body of the only redheaded woman from the vault.
"Damn it," muttered Sam.
Sam and Alex walked up to Dean, who was guarding the vault doors.
"Um, we've got ourselves a bit of a problem outside," whispered Dean.
Sam scoffed.
"We've got a bit of a problem in there."
Sam pointed to the vault door. Dean sighed, but opened the vault door.
"Sheri. We're going to let you go."
The redhead looked confused, but obliged. Dean grabbed her arm and they walked up to the office where her dead body was lying on the floor. She screamed, her hands going to her face, and fell down onto the floor. She had fainted.
"Wait, which one is it?" asked Alex, looking between the two bodies, confused.
A loud crash sounded from down the hall and all of their heads turned. The body with the throat slashed stood up and grabbed Dean's throat. Dean began hitting her. The other Sheri woke up and began screaming again. Alex grabbed her arm and quickly walked her out of the room.
Alex was walking down the hall after putting Sheri in a safe place when four S.W.A.T team members saw her.
"Freeze!" yelled one team member.
Alex stopped walking and put her hands up in the air above her head. The man approached her from behind and when he was close enough, Alex turned around and punched him in the face, hard.
Dean grabbed the shifter as Sam stood behind him. The shifter posing as dead Sheri began hitting Dean again while her back was turned to Sam, who still stood behind Dean. Sam reached over Dean's shoulder and stabbed her in the heart with his silver letter opener. She fell down onto the floor, finally dead. Dean slapped Sam's shoulder.
"C'mon. Alex."
Sam and Dean found Alex in a hallway. She was wearing a S.W.A.T uniform, helmet and all. She threw two more S.W.A.T team uniforms at both of her brothers.
"Put these on. Quickly."
They obliged, slipping into the outfits silently. They followed Alex out of the bank in their stolen uniforms, going unnoticed by the other police officers and the multiple federal agents.
Dean opened the motel room door and Alex walked inside. She threw her bags down onto Sam's side of the bed and took off her S.W.A.T uniform. She lay down on her side of the bed and looked at Dean, who was lying on the other bed beside hers. He had his headphones in his ears and his eyes closed. Alex turned her head towards the door as it opened. She winced as the sunlight hit her eyes. Sam stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Dean took off his headphones and sat up on his bed.
"Did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"
"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy," said Sam.
He pushed Alex's bags down onto the floor and sat next to Alex on the bed.
"She really believes she was touched by an angel?" asked Alex.
"Yeah. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and is completely at peace."
"Right. She sounds totally sane," quipped Dean.
"What about the man she stabbed?" asked Alex, ignoring Dean's sarcastic, smart-ass remark.
"Um, Carl Gully. Said she stabbed him because he was evil."
"Was he?"
"I don't know. He worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a church goer."
"She wouldn't be the first in history to kill 'cause of religion," said Dean.
"No, but she would be the second in town to kill because an angel said to. Little bit odd, don't you think?" asked Sam.
"Odd, yes. Angels, no," said Dean.
"Why not?" asked Alex, looking over at her oldest brother.
"They're not real."
Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels than anything else we hunt."
"Well, there's lore about unicorns, too. And they're not real."
"Wait. There's no such thing as unicorns?" asked Sam, his head tilted to the side as if he was confused.
"Cute," said Dean sarcastically.
Sam smiled. Alex sighed and walked over to Dean. She sat next to him on the bed.
"Why don't you believe in angels?"
"Because I've never seen one."
"Dean, we've seen things most people couldn't even dream about," said Sam.
"Exactly. That's hard proof. Now, I'm goin' stir crazy. Let's go check out this dead guy's place," said Dean.
He stood up, grabbed his black leather jacket, and walked out the motel room door to their car. Sam and Alex looked at each other and sighed, but they followed their older brother as well.
Dean walked up the front steps of Carl Gully's house. Sam and Alex followed behind him. Dean pointed to an angel figurine that stood beside the front door.
"You know, I learned a valuable lesson today. Put up your Christmas decorations before New Year's or else you'll get filleted by a hooker from God," said Dean, chuckling.
"I'm laughing on the inside," said Sam, his face unsmiling.
Alex stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and walked over to the fence on the side of the house. She removed one hand from her pocket and pushed the gate open. She walked through the gate, Sam and Dean right behind her. She looked down at the basement doors that were located on the side of the house. Sam pulled them open and all of them filed down to the basement. They each turned on a flashlight and began looking through the basement. Alex crouched down by the east wall and grabbed a fingernail off of the floor.
"What is it?" asked Sam, walking over to her.
Alex stood up.
"A fingernail."
Sam sighed and grabbed two shovels from beside a shelf. He handed the other shovel to Dean and they began digging into the basement floor. Alex held a flashlight over their heads so that they could see. After they had dug about four feet, they uncovered a skeleton of a young woman.
"So much for the church going librarian," said Sam, leaning against his shovel.
Alex sighed.
Dean sat up as Alex and Sam entered the motel room. Alex threw him a McDonald's bag and joined Sam at the table.
"Three college students have gone missing from the campus this year. All were last seen at the library where Carl Gully worked," said Alex.
"So Gloria's angel-"
"Angel?" asked Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Whatever this thing is-"
"Whatever this thing is has struck again."
"What?" asked Sam.
"I was listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, um, Zack Smit. Went up to some stranger last night and stabbed him in the heart."
Dean stood up and grabbed a Post-It note off the mirror.
"I got the victim's address."
Sam and Dean climbed over the fence around the victim's house quickly and efficiently. They were waiting on the other side for Alex to climb over.
"I hate climbing fences," said Alex.
"Alexandra Marie, get your ass over this fence right now," said Dean.
Alex sighed, stuck her tongue out at Dean, and scaled the fence. She climbed over it effortlessly and Sam caught her in his arms in a basket catch. She smiled and kissed Sam's cheek before he set her back down onto the concrete driveway. Dean broke a window using his elbow and they all climbed in single file. Once they were inside the house, the three of them each set off in different directions. Sam sat in the office chair in front of the computer. He turned on the computer and began looking through the files on it.
"Find anything?" asked Alex as she entered the office then.
"Hold on. There's a locked file…"
Sam typed a few things into the computer and grinned triumphantly.
"Not anymore."
Alex smiled and walked over to Sam, reading over his right shoulder. Dean walked in and began reading over Sam's other shoulder.
"He has a ton of e-mails to this lady named Jennifer," said Sam.
"A lady who's 13 years old," said Alex.
She pointed to a line in one of the e-mails. Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Looks like they met in a chat room," said Alex, reading the rest of the e-mail.
"These e-mails are pretty personal. They're setting up a time and place to meet," said Sam.
"They're supposed to meet today," said Dean.
He walked over to a corkboard on the wall and looked at the papers tacked to it.
"Hey, what church did Carl go to?"
"Our Lady of Angels," said Alex.
"Of course that would be the name. Looks like Frank went to the same church," said Dean.
He yanked a flyer off of the corkboard and held it up.
"So, you're interested in joining the church?" asked the priest.
"Yes. We just don't feel right not going to church every Sunday," said Dean, smiling.
"We're happy to have you. We could use some young blood around here."
"Yes, we've heard about the murders," said Dean.
"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine. Known 'em for years."
"And the killers said angels made them do that?" asked Alex.
"Ah, misguided souls. It's tragic, really," said the priest.
Alex looked around the church and saw a painting of Michael, the archangel.
"Father, Michael looks fierce in that picture."
Sam, Dean, and the priest looked over at the painting as well.
"I like to think of them as more loving. But some Scriptures depict angels as God's warriors."
"Well, thank you for your time, but we really have to get going," said Sam.
"Oh, I'll walk you out."
Sam, Dean, Alex, and the priest walked out of the church's front doors and onto the front steps. Dean glanced down and to his right and saw a few candles and flowers sitting on a small, short wall.
"Father, what's that?"
"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."
"Was?"
"Passed away right on these front steps, unfortunately. And now he's entombed in the church's crypt."
"When did this happen?" asked Sam.
"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."
"I'm so sorry," said Alex.
"Me, too. He was a good friend. Ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out for deliverance. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."
"Well, thanks again," said Dean.
He shook the priest's hand one final time and the priest returned the handshake before walking back into the church.
"C'mon. Let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."
Alex and Sam followed Dean around to the back of the church.
The three of them entered a small stone building, Dean leading the way. They entered a small room and Dean kept walking. He stepped through another entryway and Alex and Sam began to follow him. Sam was ahead of Alex and was stepping through the entryway when Alex suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"What's wrong?" asked Sam.
Alex pointed and they both looked at a statue of an angel in the corner of the room. It was shaking violently and Alex grabbed Sam's hand. Suddenly, a bright white light lit up the small room and Alex and Sam turned toward it.
"Hey, you two. Let's-"
Dean rushed over to Sam and Alex, who were currently lying on the floor. He helped them both stand up.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, we're fine," said Sam.
Alex nodded and Dean ushered them into the next room.
"You saw it, didn't you?" asked Dean.
"Yeah. Dean, we saw an angel," said Alex.
She sat on a bench next to Sam and Dean handed her his flask. Alex looked at it.
"I don't want a drink."
Dean offered it to Sam, who shook his head. Dean took a drink from it himself before returning it to his pocket.
"Dean, you have to believe us. It was an angel," said Sam.
"So, you two are supposed to smite some bad sinner and now you have to wait for a sign?" asked Dean.
"Yes, actually. Sam even asked what the guy did. And he hasn't done anything. Yet," said Alex.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"I need to see hard proof to believe that this is an angel. You got any?"
Alex bit her lip and shook her head.
"Now, I think that this is Gregory's spirit. We're going to go and summon it. Now come on."
Sam, Alex, and Dean walked out of the local grocery store later that night. Sam held one large brown grocery bag in his arms and as they were waiting to cross the street, Sam and Alex saw a bright white light directly behind some man who was currently standing on the opposite street corner.
"Dean! That's the guy. We have to stop him!" yelled Sam.
Alex watched as the man climbed into his car.
"Okay. Come on."
Dean got into the Impala and started the car. Sam and Alex reached for the passenger door handle and found that it was locked.
"Dean, unlock the door," yelled Sam.
"I'm not going to let you two kill someone. I've got this guy. Go do the séance."
Dean took off after the guy, leaving Sam and Alex alone on the sidewalk.
Sam finished lighting a few candles and he grabbed his Dad's journal from directly beside his leg. He began reading from it and Alex watched for any sign of movement. She turned back to Sam for one second and missed the priest entering the room.
"What are you doing? What is this?"
Sam shut the journal quickly and threw it down.
"Um, we can explain."
Sam looked from the candles to Alex and then back over to the priest.
"Actually, maybe we can't."
"Father, this is a séance," said Alex.
"A séance? You two are in a house of God."
"It's based on early Christian rites if that helps any," offered Sam.
"Enough. You two are coming with me."
He grabbed both Sam's arm and Alex's arm and began walking them toward the door. A bright, white light suddenly filled up the entire room and they all turned toward it.
"Oh, my God. Is that an angel?" asked the priest.
Alex looked at Sam's face and saw the disappointment etched there. She linked her arm through his and leaned her head on his upper arm.
"No. It's just Father Gregory," said Sam, disappointment obviously coloring his tone.
They all watched as the light faded and Father Gregory appeared in front of them.
"I've come in answer to your prayers."
Alex took her head off of Sam's arm and pulled her arm out of his as they walked up to Father Gregory.
"Sam. Alex. I thought that I sent you on your path. You should hurry," said Father Gregory.
"Father, we're sorry. But you're not an angel. You're a spirit. And you need to rest," said Sam.
"Those murders. That was because of you," said the priest, his eyes enormously wide.
"I received the Word of God. He spoke to me. Told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out His will."
"You're driving innocent people to kill."
"Those people are being offered redemption."
"Those people. They're locked up," said Alex.
"They're happy. They found peace," said Father Gregory.
"Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided," said the priest.
"No, I'm not misguided."
"Men cannot be angels. What you're doing is not God's will," said the priest.
Dean broke the driver's side window as the man was beginning to attack the woman who was currently sitting in his car. Dean slammed the man's head down into the steering wheel twice, knocking him out. The woman climbed out of the car, crying. Dean lithely slid across the hood of the car and grabbed her.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded quickly and the man's car suddenly started. Dean cursed as the man sped away from them.
"Damn it!"
He ran over to his Impala.
"Call 911!" yelled Dean.
He got in his Impala and took off after the man.
"It's time to rest," said the priest to Father Gregory.
He began giving Father Gregory his last rites. Father Gregory knelt down in front of the other priest and the priest touched his forehead. He did the Sign of the Cross onto Father Gregory's forehead and Father Gregory suddenly disappeared in a bright flash of light.
Dean was hot on the man's trail as they sped through town. They came to an intersection where a truck was passing through. The truck slammed on its brakes and a metal pole flew off of the back of the truck. Dean stopped his Impala and put it into park. He got out and walked up to the man's car. Dean looked through the windshield and saw that the man was dead, the metal pole from the truck piercing him directly through the heart.
"Whoa," said Dean, his eyebrows raised.
Dean entered the motel room to see Sam and Alex packing up their duffel bags.
"How was your day?" asked Dean.
Sam said nothing, but he continued folding up his shirts and putting them into his bag. Dean looked over at Alex instead.
"You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Father Gregory."
Dean nodded, took out his flask, and drank from it. He held it out to Alex, who shook her head. He offered it to Sam, who took it from Dean and drank some of it as well. He screwed the cap back onto the flask and handed it back over to Dean. Dean took it and put it back into his jacket pocket. He took off his jacket and threw it across the back of a chair at the table. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and picked up his own duffel bag, throwing it onto his bed. He grabbed a handful of his own clothes and began folding them silently along with his siblings.