Pairing: Sam x OFC!Alex x Dean (No Wincest. Poly/ENM)
Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, Dean Winchester
Word Count:~750
Warning: None. Fluff with a touch of angst.
Author Notes: I watched Spn’s Tombstone episode and got inspired, and finally wrote it once I read @deancaskiss ‘ cowboy destiel fanfic Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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Alex sat and waited at the map room bobbing her right leg quickly, nervously. Sam looked up at her from his reading seeing her hands splayed flat on the table. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned towards her, “You okay?”
She looked at giving him a posed smile and nodded. “Just waiting,” she explained.
“What did you do?” Sam asked.
“Remember last week when I got you your early anniversary gift— those first edition lore books that you wanted?”
Sam smiled and looked her, his eyes darkening at the thought —such a dreamy smile for Alex to see; she almost felt lightheaded. She shook her head, “I did something similar for Dean but not books.”
Sam grinned and chuckled, wondering what she did and kind of excited to see Dean’s reaction. “What did you get him?”
“Remember how much he loves Dodge city and cowboys?” She asked.
He widened his eyes and facepalmed, “Oh my God, Alex, what did you get him? He is gonna be cowboy this, cowboy that for the next month. Wearing his hat no less.”
She grinned and spoke, her voice a bit husky, “I know.”
Sam looked a bit shocked and thought a moment, “You like him in his hat and boots, huh?”
She grinned a bit embarrassed, “I like him in his hat and boots, and then when we does that twange, mmm.” She quickly added, “I know he is gonna go cowboy crazy for a bit but totally worth it when he wakes up and you see how, hopefully, excited he gets.”
“What did you get him?”
She tried to hide her smile licking her lips, “Working replicas of Wyatt Earp’s and Doc Holliday’s guns, a print of a painting of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, the movie poster of Tombstone signed by some of the cast members, and replica cowboy hats of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.”
Sam’s eyes widened with each item she spoke of. He put his head down in his hands on the table and grumbled, “We're doomed.”
“He’ll be happy,” she tried to justify. Her mouth drowned when she added, “I also found a movie theater close to here where you can buy time there to watch a movie, so I did Tombstone for him. “ She looked down at her hands and her face turned red because she just realized he had going to make everyone come see it with him, including the Sioux Falls gang. She smiled to herself.
“How often does he smile and laugh, truly?” She asked Sam.
He sighed and sat up looking at her, “True. Fine.”
She clapped, “Yay.”
Sam glared at her, “I’m going to get you back.”
She looked to her lap then at him, “Prank or bedroom?”
“I haven’t decided, maybe both,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.
After twenty minutes in tense silence, you could hear Dean yell excitedly from his room. Alex grinned and stood up walking to the kitchen waiting for him.
“Alex,” Dean yelled. “Ale—“ he stopped when he saw her, he was wearing one of the new cowboy hates which Alex thought made him look even sexier. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and lifted her up then passionately kissed her. She melted into his lips and hummed.
When he set her down, she felt a little dizzy and grinned.
Dean was flabbergasted, “Oh, Baby, I don’t deserve you. How did you—? Why?”
“They’re early anniversary gifts for you while it is next week, I couldn’t wait. I knew you’d love them. The—the guns are working replicas.”
Dean’s jaw dropped, “They’re working? I can use them in a hunt?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Baby,” Alex grinned at him.
“I’m gonna go shoot them,” Dean grinned like a little kid getting what he wanted on Christmas from Santa.
“The bullets are in that blue ammo box,” she called as he went back to his room.
Alex walked back over to Sam but stopped upon Dean rushing back out with a piece of paper in hand. “You rented a theater to watch Tombstone?” He asked incredulously.
“You said you always wanted to see it in theater,” she explained meekly. She could see Dean’s mind working and planning.
“How many seats are there?” He asked
“150,” she confirmed.
He turned around and got his cell out, “I’m inviting everyone!”
She continued walking back to Sam, put her hands on the table, tilted her head to one side and sighed. “We’re doomed.”
**Trigger Warning: Anxiety. Trauma. PTSD. Grief. Loss. Drug use (marijuana)**
Summary: They try to find a way to wake up Alex; she finally explains her siblings.
Canon: Supernatural (AU), Season 10ish. Bobby and Charlie lived. Angels wings healed.
Word Count: ~3.8K
Warning: Angst. mental health, anxiety, depression, discussion of trauma, drug use (marijuana), apocalypse, discussions of abuse, SHOW SPOILERS
Beta’d: @myloversgone (Always thankful for their time!)
Author Notes: This is a serious chapter. It discusses mental health and disorders due to trauma and abuse.
Chapter 5 || Chapter 7
It’s been almost a day since Alex was hit with a spell from a gift Castiel gave her. He was so angry and felt so guilty that he has been trying to hunt down the merchant he got it from; however, the building turned out to be an abandoned building with residuals of magic that were unable to be traced. Meanwhile, Alex was moved to her bed where she lay unconscious and watched over, primarily by Castiel. It was as if she was stuck in a nightmare. Her hands would become clenched with white knuckles, tears would fall from her closed eyes, and she would toss and turn as if chained. There was a point where she was talking, begging for someone to stop, and another where she appeared to be in physical pain.
Rowena had confirmed what Castiel had said that it was a spell affecting the mind but she advised it was for communication, traditionally. This spell had been altered and shielded to prevent interruption but how to disconnect or end the spell had yet to be found. Rowena was searching through the library looking for ways this could have been altered in hopes to find a solution. What she didn’t understand was why this occurred.
“Her siblings,” Sam said out of nowhere. “Dean, remember? Her Father wanted to stay with Bobby and told him it was because of her siblings.”
“Siblings?” Rowena looked confused. “Magic in families can be difficult to decipher at times especially if it came from their own devising. If it's blood magic, it might be a place to look but would make the spell much harder to deactivate.”
“Sam! Dean!” Castiel yelled.
“Let go, dammit,” Alex demanded. “I need to,” she started falling but Castiel caught her. Her eyes fluttered closed a moment then she shook her head, “Nope.” She had a bag in one hand and a large, thick leather-bound journal in the other, “I need an empty glass, now.”
Castiel went and got one.
Alex threw the journal down on the kitchen table and then went into the pantry with Castiel behind her, holding the glass. “Salt. Rosemary. Chamomile, wait, no. Yarrow root. Read the box to me,” she said.
“Sleepytime tea,” he stated.
“That’s not going to help. Is there peppermint? I can’t really read at the moment,” Alex stated.
“Yes,” he stated.
“Grab it and the Chili or cayenne pepper,” Alex commanded and walked out of the pantry. She went straight to the fridge, “Dairy.”
Castiel came behind with ingredients.
She pointed to the table where he placed them.
Sam, Dean, and Rowena stood there for a few moments watching and listening. Rowena came down and approached the table to look at her ingredients.
“I think you’re missing an ingredient, Dearie,” Rowena stated.
“I know,” Alex stated as she grabbed the half gallon of the buttermilk out and brought it over. “Knife,” she asked. Castiel produced his angelblade and she took it. She started pouring all the ingredients into the cup with an extra bit of chili powder. The milk was last and Alex used the angelblade to stir it all together. She took the blade and cut her hand, allowing her blood to drop in,” I hate this part.” She groaned as she could feel herself being pulled back in.
Rowena looked around and brought a lined trash can over, setting it on the table in front of Alex as she drank the concoction, nearly passing out. She caught herself but dropped what remained in the glass cup as she did. “Fuck,” she closed her eyes and panted, a hand on the trash can as she waited for the concoction to take effect.
“Alex?” Questioned Dean.
Alex held a hand up and gritted her teeth, then threw up purple into the trash can. It took a few minutes for it all to come up. Once the vomiting stopped, Castiel set another glass of water in front of her. She smiled weakly at him and took the glass. “I hate her so very much, that bitch,” she said quietly.
Rowena pulled up a chair and placed her hand on Alex’s shoulder pushing her to sit. Castiel cleaned up the mess of the trash can while Alex took a sip of water.
“Hello, Rowena,” Alex began, her voice rough sounding, and looked at Rowena.
“Little Lizzie Morgenstern. You grew up. I’m surprised you’re still alive. Thought your mother would have killed you by now,” Rowena confessed with a half smile.
The brothers exchanged a worried look then focused back on Alex as Rowena and Castiel interacted with her.
“Nope. Demonic cancer got her first, at least that’s my theory. Also,” Alex added,” it’s Alex now.”
Rowena nodded. ”Alex,” she accepted with a nod.
Castiel pulled up a chair on Alex's other side, “Who did this to you?”
“My siblings. Well, Aggie,” she sipped the water. “I wasn’t thinking and forgot they try to do something to kill me on my birthday.” Alex put her hand on Castiel’s thigh, “It’s not your fault, Casi. You couldn’t have known. They’ve been doing this for nearly a decade and have only gotten better at hiding it.”
Castiel put his hand on hers and smiled weakly. “Thank you.”
“It was a wonderful thought and you did nothing wrong, Casi. I promise,” Alex insisted.
Sam and Dean were standing on the other side of the kitchen table from Alex now as she spoke, listening. Sam moved the leather-bound journal in front of him and began to look through it.
“Family grimoire,” Alex explained. “Mostly.”
Sam glanced at Alex then back at the book as he flipped through, amazed at the spells in there.
Rowena glanced in it too.
“I would have thought you’d know most of that already, Rowena” Alex stated.
“Your mother was not a fan of sharing, especially once she had her own homegrown coven,” Rowena responded.
“You’re welcome to look. I have nothing to hide,” Alex replied. She groaned, hand on her stomach, and drank the rest of the water. “Would you get some more please?”
Castiel did as she asked at once, then sat back down next to her.
“Is this why they attacked you? For the grimoire?” Dean asked.
Alex weakly chuckled, “No, they have their own copy. We aren’t typical witches, Dean. I have more magical knowledge than they do, last I knew. My brother still has problems tweaking and making up his own spells."
“Really?” Rowena was now standing next to Sam as he flipped through the pages.
“The handwriting change is where the family grimoire stops and my own additions begin. I don’t have all the materials yet but I plan to make a copy for your library once I do. I just need to get or make enough parchment in order to make a journal big enough to copy it all down into there.”
“Your mother would roll over in her grave if she knew you were going to share, let alone duplicate your family's grimoire,” Rowena grinned.
“My mother is in Hell, a deserving tortured soul that I would gladly put up on the rack myself. I could give a rat’s ass about her views and opinions. Abusive, manipulating cunt that she was. God, I hated doing her magic,” Alex scoffed, a curl to her lip and an eyebrow raised.
Rowena looked at Alex for a few moments then spoke, "That’s because you’re more angelic than your siblings or father are.”
Alex looked at her confused, "Say what now?"
“She never told you?” Rowena asked and rolled her eyes.
Alex shook her head, still very confused, and chuckled," Rowena, we had to literally burn down her old workshop, a room in my childhood home, in order to figure out the safeguards she put in place before her death so we could actually use the room again after she died. Hell no, she doesn't tell anyone shit."
Rowena shook her head. “ Your mother found your nature infuriating. Anything that went against your angelic nature would make you physically ill. I remember the first time she called me and I came. Do you remember?” Rowena asked.
She shook her head, “But there are a lot of repressed memories from my childhood, so don’t take it personally.”
“Oh, my dear. No, I took a look at you and the safeguards on your property are almost as powerful as this bunker.” Rowena walked over to Alex and sat back down. “When I figured this out, your nature, and explained it to your mother, she refused to believe me and tried to curse me. That woman.”
“Sounds right for Mom. She punished when she didn’t like what she heard.” Alex rubbed her forehead.
“You have always been more in tune with your angelic nature than your siblings or your father. I don’t know why but I know that is how you are. I’m sure they have demon abilities you don’t and you have angelic ones they don’t.”
Alex nodded, confirming the information and looked at Rowena. “This explains so much of my childhood and adolescence. I’m not surprised she never told me. I'm surprised I never figured this out. Just thought genetics were stronger than....nature?”
Dean looked at Rowena listening to her words and watching her interact with Alex. This knowledge that Alex was more angel-focused than demon seemed to make Dean more comfortable and safer, a great deal safer around Alex, suddenly. He mentally shrugged and pushed it away to examine later. He asked, “Alex, why are your siblings trying to hurt you?”
Alex looked at Dean, tiredness and sadness plain on her face, “I’m in their way. I’m actively trying to stop them.”
“Stop them?” Sam asked.
Alex sat back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling, “I’ve been wanting to tell you, Castiel, but I didn’t know what to say. I was scared you’d just react when I did and not think it through.” She looked at his face, “In my trunk is a photo album, it’s unlocked, please go get it.” As she waited, she chewed on her lower lip as panic began to set in and she took quiet, deep, slow breaths and sipped on the water. She wiped her palms on her jeans as her hands began to become clammy. Her leg bobbed up and down as if impatient but was only to burn off the adrenaline coursing through her at the task ahead of her.
Castiel returned with what appeared to be a large photo album. He set it on the table in front of Alex.
Alex opened the book for all to see: the first page was a picture of Alex with two other people who resembled her. Flipping through the pages were handwritten notes and cut-out or printed newspaper articles. Many of them were about people who had their blood drained, others that had their throats cut and hearts cut out. Interlaced with additional articles about people with their eyes and insides burned out and/or wings burned into the wall or floor. Nearly every article had a Coroner’s report and pictures of the deceased individual and funeral preferences as well as religion if any.
“When I discovered the Angel killings, I went back and covered them up. The images were altered and/or a retraction was done stating it had been altered. Made sure the Coroner’s report was as undivine as possible but I kept all the original findings and images,” she explained.
“Why? Why would they be killing Angels and Demons?” Castiel asked.
“Heaven has a kill order for my family and Hell wants us to be their new generals. Why do you think?”
“Agnes and Aloyusius, really? They just never seemed--” Castiel was having trouble believing this.
Alex’s face just dropped at the sound of their names and nodded. "I know. While my family got so fed up with everything, my siblings were never filled with this sort of hatred until after Mom died." She shrugged. "Everyone grieves differently but, I agree, this is ridiculous."
“What is it they want to do?” Rowena asked.
“They are working to destroy Heaven and every angel they can, not caring about the collateral damage. But they’re going after demons too, doing the same things. It was just easier to trap a demon versus an Angel, originally.”
Alex pushed it over to Sam and Dean to look through. Dean made faces of disgust and Sam just looked very concerned.
“Why are they eating them?” Asked Dean who looked a bit queasy.
“When an angel or a demon possesses a vessel, their essence becomes interwoven, albeit temporarily, with the human. So as long as they are in possession of the body, they are effectively divine or demonic in nature. You can consume their essence by consuming them.”
Alex scoffed and shook her head, “Why do you think Lucifer actually made demons? To just be soldiers? Ha. He knew that his human vessel needed for the end of the world, per Revelations, would only be able to handle him possessing them for so long without a way to reinforce it, empower it.”
Dean and Sam exchanged a knowing look as Alex spoke.
“Demon blood is a very powerful thing, just like Angel blood and their bodies. It physically strengthens the host body to be able to handle the angelic or demonic essence even longer but can weaken the human soul’s connection to its body over time due to the bastardization of how the essence was acquired and eventually detaching their soul from its physical form, causing effectively death. Anyway, as long as a blood source and/or bodies are readily available, Lucifer could have been in that vessel indefinitely. Whoever-they-were’s soul would have eventually gone to Heaven, I think. It’s the same idea here.” She sighed, “It’s my fault they even know that.” Her face fell in her hands.
“Why?” Asked Dean, gently.
“Being the great-granddaughter of a Prince of Hell means the other Princes find you fascinating too. Azazel,” she paused, drinking her water. “Azazel was a fucking fanatic of Lucifer’s and his right-hand demon, Alastair, was the same. I don’t know why but he decided to…mentor me, I guess. Being born in Hell and all is my guess why. Maybe Lucifer thought I could relate to him— the whole angel/demon thing. I don’t know. I would be brought to that damned cage every few weeks to talk and learn from him.” She openly shuddered as she talked, “He, he…I get the snake comparisons. When he talks, it’s like his voice is trying to violate you and slither all over and in you. Whatever divinity he had, is gone. He’s all demonic despite his form.” She rubbed her arms and thighs as if wiping something off of her.
Alex continued, “He told me about the universe. He told me about ‘Dad’s’ plans for humanity…” she used air quotes as she talked, “and the apocalypse. How that would work and supposed to go down. God is a terrible writer. He told me about The Mark but mostly just how much fun he had fucking with Cain and Abel. He hated that thing and blamed it for his Daddy issues. He loved to talk at length of his manipulations and lies, boasting about them. That piece of information was of the few tidbits that were useful from what he would say. He can talk forever if you let him. Ugh.” She paused to sip her water then proceeded, “And when we got topside, had a home of our own and I was trying to connect with my siblings, I just told them everything, and they’re using that information to strengthen themselves to be able to destroy Heaven and Hell. They plan to do both now.”
“Now?” Asked Sam.
“Well, the universe is all about balance. If you destroy Heaven, it’ll destabilize the universe and can even lead to its destruction. How do I know that? I have no idea.”
“Innate divine knowledge,” Castiel quickly replied, and that her knowledge was instinctively known. “She is right though.”
“So, when I pointed out the flaw in their plan, which I didn’t take seriously at first, they shrugged and said they’d destroy it too,” she shrugged and looked drained.
Dean empathized greatly with Alex. He could see how her words were getting to her, like a confession she knew she had to tell no matter how uncomfortable or draining it was…or much like a victim talking to the police after a traumatic event.
“And then asked me how to go about it. I remember looking at them like they were crazy when they asked me. I didn’t give them any piece of information on that but they did ask on and off for a few weeks which made me highly suspicious. I even tried telling our parents but they both refused at the time to believe them. Hell, our Father still doesn’t believe me. I need definitive evidence and them telling me is not proof since I can lie. Ugh. I rarely lie to family and he knows that but still mistrusts me.” She shrugged as if she had given up.
“Go get some sleep,” Dean suggested as he leaned on a chair.
Alex looked at Castiel, “You need to tell Heaven. You need to get them to listen. Take this with you and if they want to talk to me, fine, but it has to be here. They need to investigate and avoid Agnes and Aloyusius. I’m working on a way to find them and stop them, even if it means…” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart pounding against her ribs and the tension headache developing at the back of her head, “even if it means killing them myself. I’m not going to let them destroy Heaven and Hell.”
Castiel stood up and nodded silently. He took the album and left, the sound of fluttering of wings lingered for a few seconds
“I don’t know if I can sleep, let alone any time soon,” Alex stated, slowly getting up from the table.
“How about I make you some tea?” Rowena asked gently, squeezing her shoulder.
Alex nodded with a forced smile that dropped the moment Rowena turned away. She rubbed her face, “Sorry to worry you guys. Sibling rivalry can be deadly in my family,” she gave a weak chuckle, attempting to break the air of seriousness but failed. “Castiel will be gone for a few days minimum. I’m sure they’ll want him to go with them, which I pray he doesn’t. Castiel needs to stay away from the danger. Not feed them more potential victims.” Alex took a step away from the table and chair to stretch. She extended her arms up fully and moved side to side twisting as various pops were heard. She even popped her neck, which was surprisingly loud.
Sam grinned at the noise, “Think you needed that for a while.”
“Well, I’ve been laying down for, what, a day? Yeah. Gotta move,” Alex agreed.
“Rowena,” Alex began.
Rowena hummed in response as she worked to make a kettle of chamomile tea.
“I’m gonna go lay down in my room.”
“It should be ready in a few minutes, Dearie. I’ll bring it to ya,” Rowena replied.
Alex walked to her room and looked in her chest of drawers. She grabbed two joints and a small cigar box before she disappeared, the sound of fluttering wings lingered in her room.
She found herself outside the bunker up, leaning against a brick wall; she sat down on the ground and put the small cigar box in front of her crossed legs. Tears welled up and fell down her cheeks as she stared at the box. She slowly opened it and looked inside at an assortment of pictures and items.
Her hand roamed gingerly across various rings of different sizes and decorations, including two different engagement rings, a few very small teeth wrapped in tape protectively, a picture of her parents, siblings, and her at her childhood home a few months after getting it; a picture on her wedding day as she said ‘I do’ to her now dead husband, Braxton; a picture of a teenage boy in all black baggy clothes and chains with matching eyeliner, and light brown hair flipping the camera off that made her chuckle. She sighed heavily as she picked up a picture of her siblings and her that their Dad had caught as they roughhoused one afternoon when he was teaching them how to wrestle. It made her grin, which turned to anger. Tears poured profusely down her face and she tore up the picture as small as she could, and stuffed it back in the box slamming the lid closed.
She lit a joint and deeply inhaled. She hugged the box to her chest and brought her knees up, wrapping an arm around them as she quickly sucked at the drug in her hand, devouring it. She closed her eyes and rocked. She lit the second one and did the same thing.
Slowly, her heart rate began to calm down and the fear began to ebb. She looked at her phone and texted Sam and Dean, telling them she went for a walk to clear her head and she would keep her cell on her but not to bother her. She wasn’t in the mood to talk. The Winchesters tried to coerce or demand that one of them go with her but she never knew as she didn’t bother looking at the text messages.
Alex just sat there after she finished smoking the two joints. She sat there staring at the night sky, allowing her mind to wander. Every memory Agnes made her relive in her mental prison walked freely.
She’d cried.
She’d sobbed.
She’d screamed and yelled obscenities until her throat ached. Thank the Builders that you can’t really hear anything from outside the bunker.
She finally grew tired but reluctant to head back in. Everything in her said to run. It was the fear and anxiety talking that she was tempted to listen to but knew better from past experiences. She did the only thing she could think of, she prayed to Castiel: Castiel, if you can get away for a few minutes, I could really use my best friend right now. I’m not ok and I feel completely lost. I don’t know what I am doing. I just want to run and know that won’t help. I would just appreciate an understanding friend.
She knew he wasn’t going to come because of the mission she just sent him on, but what happened next was unexpected.
Summary: Sarah overstayed her welcome. Alex is trying to get on and stay on Sam and Dean’s good side. Bobby thinks everything will work itself out but Alex isn’t so sure.
Warning: Drug use. Cursing. Spoilers for the show.
Author Note: Sarah is a troublemaker and enjoys it. I hope you enjoy her shenanigans too.
Beta’d: @myloversgone
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to ziploc or any other brands that may be mentioned.
The next morning, Alex had decided to get a ride back with Sarah instead of the guys. That evening, Sarah had spent the night in Alex’s room but things didn’t go as she had planned.
The next day around 5am, Alex awoke to be bounced on the bed and groaned. “Ehh, stop it.”
“Wake up, I wanna go see the hotnesses,” Sarah whined.
“I said no,” Alex glared at her then rolled back over.
“Come on, they’re hunters. I wanna peak,” Sarah pleaded.
Alex rolled over and gave Sarah a look, “They’re human beings. Just because they have cocks and are fit, doesn’t mean you get to ogle them.”
“Damn it, you’re no fun anymore. What happened to you?” Sarah inquired as she dug through her bag.
Alex sat up, “I grew up and I’m left with you and your horny ass that won’t let me sleep.”
Sarah rolled her eyes, “I thought we were gonna play.”
“That was before I had to deal with the demon and the reveal and shit. I, now, have one avoiding me like I’m the plague and the other who won’t stop asking me questions. So, no, I’m not in the mood,” Alex practically growled.
Sarah glared at her, “Then show me how to get outside and take a smoke break with me.”
Alex got up and got her boots on, still in sweatpants and a tank top. “Come on.”
Sarah grabbed her purse and Alex showed her through the garage to outside. There was a cement cube they sat on a few feet away. Sarah took out a Ziploc bag with a bunch of odd-shaped cigarettes.
Alex looked at her, “Finally gave up cigarettes?”
“Well, you have a valid point and besides I grow the shit, might as well enjoy it too,” Sarah defended. “Oh, happy early birthday,” she said and brought out another Ziploc full of the same odd-shaped cigarettes.
“You’re giving me a bunch of joints?” Alex looked surprised and confused.
“These, Bestie, are made especially for you and your irritating tolerance issues. This is the strongest shit I have gotten bred so far and you should feel nice and relaxed after like two or three. One of these will put me to sleep for like 12 hours.”
“Well, shit,” Alex said, grabbing the bag. “You spoil me.”
“I gotta keep my best bitch on the up and up, baby,” Sarah exclaimed and laughed.
Alex hugged Sarah and kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks. I could use a pick me up.” She opened the bag and took one out, then reclosed it.
Sarah already had hers lit when she offered a lighter.
Alex put the joint in her mouth and raised her eyebrow at her offer. She lifted her hand and a small orange flame appeared in it.
As Alex puffed to get it lit, Sarah giggled, “I forgot.” She grabbed Alex’s hand and blew the flame out. “Happy Birthday.”
Alex shook her head and scoffed, with a smirk.
That evening after dinner, Sarah declared, while sitting in the library on Alex’s laptop, as Alex read, “We are gonna go to a club for your birthday.”
Sam looked up from the book at Sarah with a small smile as she spoke.
“The closest club is in Topeka,” Alex stated.
“I don’t wanna go home,” Sarah complained and started typing away on the laptop. “There has to be one closer.”
“We can always club out in my room,” Alex offered. “You already brought the drinks and I got the music.” She grinned watching Sarah.
Sarah glared at Alex, “I wanna get laid.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up, looking back down at his book, cheeks turning pink.
“So you’re using my birthday as an excuse to go party because you’re frisky?”
Sarah ignored her.
“How about we do something that I want to do?”Alex offered a different solution.
Sarah leaned back looking at Alex, “What’s that Ms. Boring?”
“Well, there is truth or dare, or strip poker?”
Dean popped his head in and wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk, “Did someone say strip poker?” He was holding a beer and in his usual flannel, dark henley, jeans, and boots.
Sam explained, “Alex’s birthday is coming up. They were talking about what they could do since there isn’t a club near here within a decent drive.”
“I knew you were lying,” exclaimed Sarah. “Look,” Sarah moved the laptop to face Alex, “Purgatory.”
“No,” Alex, Dean, and Sam said in unison.
Sarah physically scooted back. “Yeesh.”
“It’s a demon hotspot,” Alex explained.
“That might be fun for you. Piss off some demons and send them back to hell?” Sarah offered.
Alex looked at her like she was crazy, “Do you listen to at least half the shit that comes out of my mouth?”
Sarah blushed and looked down.
Alex glared and stood up as she dug her phone out of her back pocket. “I’m calling April.”
“Nonononononono,” Sarah begged but Alex’s phone on speaker rang once with a female voice with a deep southern twang on the other end, “Hey, Sweetcheeks. How’s ma favori’ huntah?”
“I thought your husband was your favorite hunter.”
“It’s your birthday this week, so right now, that's you,” April stated on speaker.
“Awww, that’s sweet. I’m calling to tell you that you’re not gonna believe what Sarah thought would be a good idea to do for my birthday,” Alex chuckled into the phone.
Sarah groaned loudly, held her fists up, and gnashed her teeth almost as if challenging Alex then huffed away.
“She thought it would be a good idea to go to a demon hotspot called Purgatory,” Alex stated flatly as she watched Sarah turn the corner.
April laughed incredulously.
Dean walked over to Alex and listened. She looked at him confused. Sam stood up listening as well, which caused her to raise her eyebrow at him.
“April? April Morrison?” Dean asked into the phone.
“Dean Winchestuh? Alex, you didn’ say you were hangin’ out with the Winchestuh boys. Oooo, I’m sure you’ll hav’ a blas’ with Dean, there.” April stated. “Dean, Dean, you listenin’?”
Dean leaned into the phone, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Is Sam there?” April asked.
“Yes, April. I’m here too,” said Sam with a smile as he quickly walked around the table standing on the other side of Alex.
“You two know how much I love ya but ya better take care of ma girl here. There’s a special one and ain’t none like ‘er,” April demanded.
“April, I don’t think–” Alex began but was interrupted.
“Not a problem, April,” Dean nonchalantly.
“Tell Jorge we said hi,” added Sam.
“All right, Loves. Have a good birthday, Alex. Don’t do anything I won’t do,” April said before hanging up.
Alex felt incredibly shy as she placed her phone back in her back pocket. She glanced at Dean then Sam then back again. They were standing at her sides, silent.
“How do you know April and Jorge?” Asked Sam.
Alex took a step back and breathed quietly, then chuckled, “I went to undergrad with Gloria. She picked me out as a Hunter very quickly.”
“Oh,” said Dean sadly. “Gloria was awesome. She could kick ass and take shots while she was at it.”
“She was,” agreed Alex stiffly with a forced chuckle.
“Yeah,” agreed Sam.
“I’m gonna go check on Sarah. Excuse me,” Alex quickly turned around and headed towards her bedroom.
The brothers looked at each other questioningly at her quick departure.
Once in the hallway, she leaned on the wall and took a deep breath. She should have realized the Winchesters knew everyone there was to know in the Hunter world, which meant they would know Gloria. She stood up, took another deep breath, and walked to her room to check in on Sarah.
The brothers exchanged a questioning look as Alex walked away.
The next morning Bobby and Alex were talking about him leaving with her remaining at the bunker.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Bobby. They’re just gonna think you’re dumping me on them,” Alex explained.
“I’m not,” Bobby disagreed. “They’ll understand that. Besides, with everything they have here, you might find that solution you’ve been looking for.”
Alex looked around the library with a sigh. “Maybe,” she highly doubted it but was glad someone was hopeful.
“Let them help you. You can trust Sam and Dean.”
“You keep telling me that. Sam won’t stop asking me questions,” she said exasperated.
“He’s curious. Wouldn’t you be?”
Alex deadpans, “I’ve been through this several times, Bobby.” She rubbed her face and pleaded, “I get it. I do. I just don’t want to be stuck doing this for weeks, that's all.”
“Then go talk to him. Sam is a very understanding and a rather reasonable person. I’m surprised Dean hasn’t asked you anything.”
“He has been avoiding me. He’s curt and civil but that’s it. He’s treating me like I’m a fucking demon,” she said worriedly. “He has had the Mark of Cain for who knows how long. I’m wondering if he would let me study it if I could help him but I can tell he doesn’t trust me. He tolerates me because of you. If you leave—“
“When I leave, Sam will help you with Dean and can get through to him,” Bobby said confidently.
“You got a lot of faith in these two,” she stated.
“I raised these two, just like you. They get it about shitty fathers. Ok? You three have a lot more in common in spite of your differences. If you focus on that, maybe you’ll see you don’t need to worry.”
She remained silent.
Then Bobby added, “And as I recall, there is an Angel you haven’t seen in a few years that is Dean’s best friend.” He smirked at her and crossed his arms.
“What? Seriously?” She asked incredulously.
“Go ahead. I’m sure he’ll come running.”
“He isn’t a dog or servant, Bobby,” she said angrily.
“Go ask Dean. I promise he will come.”
She rolled her eyes at him and walked away then paused. She turned around, worried, “That would mean I would need to explain how I know him and…”
“You’ve already started, Sweetheart,” Bobby shot back playfully.
“True,” she replied with duck face. She shrugged and turned back around. “Ok.”
She went back to her room and found Sarah still asleep in her bed. She jumped and landed next to her shaking the bed. “Wake up sleepy. I’ll be making you coffee.”
Sarah rolled over, disheveled hair, and glared at her. “I hate it when you do that. Can’t you just cuddle me to wake me up?”
Alex looked at her in disbelief, “Dude, no. That does not wake anyone up, that turns us both on and then we are still stuck in bed like two hours later. Besides, you have to go back to work.”
Sarah pulled the blanket over her head and groaned.
Alex pulled the blanket off of her, “Up! I’ll go make coffee.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the room to the kitchen.
She found Sam in the kitchen making a shake. “Hey,” he smiled.
She returned his smile, “Hey. How old is the coffee?”
“Be that it’s late morning, I’d make a new pot,” he recommended.
She nodded, poured out what was left and cleaned it, then started brewing a new pot. “Hey, Sam. Bobby was telling me that y’all have an Angel friend?”
“Yeah, Castiel,” he said between bites.
“Really?”
“Yeah, we’ve known him for years. Great guy, “Sam continued.
Sarah screamed and nearly fell but caught herself, “oh my God. Why do you guys do that to me? In and out whenever the fuck you want. Yeesh.” She walked over to Alex disgruntled.
Alex tensed as she looked to Sarah and sensed the Angel.
“Sam, you called?” Castiel asked.
Sam motion to Alex,” Yeah, I wanted to introduce—“
“Alex?” Castiel questioned.
She grinned at him and walked over wrapping her arms around him. “Casi!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Dean walked around the corner looking for food and saw Castiel’s and Alex's affection for one another, confused. “Cas!” He exclaimed.
Cas smiled and approached Dean. “Hello, Dean. How are you?”
Dean patted him on the shoulder, “Good, Buddy. See you’ve met Alex.”
“Actually, I’ve known Alex since she was a child,” Castiel stated.
Alex waved shyly at Dean then wrapped an arm around Castiel, “Come on, tell me what you’ve been up to the last four, five years.” Then she added, “Sarah, you got work this evening. Touch base with me before you leave.”
Sarah gave Alex a venomous glare.
“Go get ready for work, now,” Alex demanded.
Sarah scoffed and headed back to Alex’s room giving Dean a wink on the way.
Alex scoffed, “Grow up, Sarah, and stop being a brat.” Then added, “Don’t touch my stuff!”
“Oh, come on, just one?” Sarah yelled back.
“No,” Alex called out. “You don’t deserve it.”
Thirty minutes and a shower later, Sarah said goodbye to everyone and headed home to Topeka.
“Back up. Raphael is dead? What does that mean for the agreement?” Alex asked excitedly.
“As far as I understand, your soul is no longer claimed. No one else knew except those in my former garrison and many of them, unfortunately, have been killed,” Castiel explained.
After having spent much of the day with Castiel catching up on the last few years, Alex felt really good. She was excited to get back in touch with him and not actually surprised that he knew the Winchesters.
That evening, Alex was sitting at one of the tables in the library researching. She was barefoot and working a trigger point in her right foot while trying to read. She changed position and rested her calf on the table as she tried to dig into this muscular knot with no relief. Frustrated, she grabbed the book she was reading and smacked her aching foot and grunted, then dug her elbow into her foot. “God dammit. Stupid foot. Argh.”
Sam walked in, returning a book to the shelf and watching Alex, “Are you ok?”
She didn’t realize he had walked in and jumped in her chair when he spoke, “What are you, a ninja? I have a knot in my foot and I can’t get it to release.” She plopped her head into the arch of her foot, indirectly showing off her flexibility.
“Would you like some help?” Sam asked.
Alex’s eyebrows shot up at the query. “Uh….sure..?” She responded as if questioning his intention and method.
Sam put the book up and pulled a chair up next to her. He patted his thighs to which she put her foot barely on his knee. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her a bit closer, “There we go.” He began to slowly work the ball of her foot and went lower and pushed deeper to which Alex groaned and closed her eyes.
“Damn, Sam,” she half groaned.
He got to her arch and found the trigger point, a small circular area of muscle that was very tense and not a way to relax. He worked the area with his fingers and alternated pressure around and on it.
Alex stated, “Oh, Sam. You’re amazing.” Her head fell back as she relaxed.
He chuckled and smirked at her reaction. Works every time, he thought.
Of course, Dean walked in on them and Sam glared at him to leave. Dean mouthed ‘That’s my boy’ and walked back to the kitchen with a quiet chuckle.
Alex was unaware of the disturbance.
“So, Alex,” Sam began..
“Please stop asking me questions,” she pleaded. “I know I’m interesting and you’re fascinated with my heritage but those are only pieces of me, not me,” she explained to him. “I do have a life that I live. I am a hunter just like you and Dean. I know a lot about monsters and the supernatural world just like you and Dean. I am more than genetics, Sam.”
He paused and furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t realize I was doing that. I-I’ll stop.”
“I don’t mind the questions actually but that’s all you’ve asked about. How about this: for every question you ask me, I get to ask you a question too,” she offered.
Sam grinned and nodded, “Ok.”
“Got nothing to hide, I hope,” she winked and giggled at him. She took her foot off of his lap and rubbed her foot, “Thanks for the help. The knot is completely gone.”
He kept grinning, “You’re welcome.” He paused, then asked, “So, Alex, when’s your birthday?”
“Legally, it’s tomorrow.”
“Legally?” Sam inquired.
She sighed, “I don’t know my birthday by…earth calendar. I was born in Hell. Time doesn’t really sync up.”
“True.”
“I mean a year in Hell is like seconds or minutes up here. A year on earth is decades down there, like 40 to 50 years and even then it can depend on who the torturer is. Some of them can fuck with time down there for the soul they’re focused on,” she explained. “Also, I don’t typically celebrate my birthday; never did growing up. Don’t tell anyone else it’s my birthday tomorrow. Only if Sarah was gonna stay, were we even gonna do anything. I don’t do stuff like that for me. It’s fun to do it for other people but just never really got into it for me.” She shrugged and then smiled, “So, Sam.”
“Yes?”
“When’s your birthday?” Alex asked.
“May 2nd,” he replied.
Alex gets out her phone and takes a quick picture of him before he can stop her and then starts typing in her phone. “There, I got a reminder for your birthday next year. I’m terrible at remembering dates.” She added with a half smirk, “And names unless they’re common or super unique. Brains are weird.”
Sam chuckled.
She stood up and turned to walk away then thought better. “Since you asked two,” she stated with a grin, “I got one more”
Sam stood up smiling at her, “OK. Shoot.”
“How do I get on Dean’s good side?”
Sam sucked in a heavy breath and thought a moment before speaking. “There might be a few things you could do,” he began.
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Summary: Fun, magical times (Drugs are bad, em kay?)
Warning: Drug use. Intoxication. Magic.
Author’s Note: I suck at Latin. Feel free to correct me in comments or an ask. Feedback is gold.
Alex lit the contents of the bowl and spoke aloud:
Te quaeso elementa caeli choreis junge cantibus. cum hac oblatione veni.
The smoke rose from bowl and swirled around her body then drifted away to do the same to Castiel.
She looked at Castiel who was standing next to the map table, “Press play.”
Krewella’s Alive began to blare from the speakers on the table.
Alex took the bowl and carefully placing on the floor with a grin.
The smoke swirled and twisted around the room to the rhythm of the beat.
“See, it’s fun. Dance, Casi.”
Alex moved her hips and sang along to the song:
o| …It's worth the wait, even so far away/ I'm making the night mine until the day I die/No light to break when you're hanging by fate/You know what it feels like when you're dancing blind…|o
She held her hands in the air and moved her arms through the dancing smoke.
Castiel began to join in the dance.
Alex helped him take off his trench- and suit- coats to keep him cool.
The playlist continued on with Jeremy Renner’s Main Attraction:
o| Now baby let's ride/We got nothing but time/You get all the reactions/You're the main attraction/It's no surprise/God, I like your style/You're the perfect distraction/You're the main attraction/Roaming through the city like the track of time/The freedom is mine…|o
This went on for about another twenty minutes until the smoke started fading.
Alex walked over to the bowl and pulled out two hand-rolled joints she lit ,then tossed in.
The smoke returned to its original state twirling and swirling around them both to the music.
This went on for another hour with Alex repeatedly adding to the bowl every so often when she noticed the smoke fading.
Castiel came over to her and wrapped his arms around her neck as they danced. He had taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt at this point.
“Are you hungry? I could eat,” Alex spoke loudly.
“Sure,” said Castiel.
They walked to the kitchen. The smoke stayed near the music as it swirled, twirled, and started to form shapes around the furniture.
Castiel found leftover burgers to chow down on.
Alex decided to whip up some homemade whipped cream and found some cookies to dip in it.
They ate and walked back out to the map room munching away swaying their hips to the music.
Once Castiel was done eating, Alex decided to have fun. She flung a finger full of whipped cream at his face landing perfectly on his cheek. She laughed so hard she fell out of her chair.
Castiel proceeded to laugh at Alex falling out of her chair.
She got back up and came over licking the whipped cream off his cheek.
He gave her a faux disgusted look then got two fingers full of the whipped cream wiping them across her face.
“Oh, come on,” she whined.
He chuckled at her and proceeded to lick it off her face.
“You’re licking like a dog licking my face, Casi. You gotta be sexier especially if you wanna entice Dean.” Alex explained. She wiped the remaining cream off of her face and on to her jeans.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
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Blood in Heaven and Hell — Chapter 8 (Supernatural)
Warning: Show level violence, TW: medical machines, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Past Trauma
Pairing: None
Characters: MOC!Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, mentions of Castiel, vampires
Word count: ~2.5K
Beta’d: @myloversgone Thank you so much for your help. I appreciate your feedback, always. 🤗
Author’s Notes: Spn AU; Season 10ish; Bobby and Charlie lived; Angels wings are healed/can fly
Alex walked through the kitchen, in her usual boots, jeans with an eeyore hoodie and a gray tank top, and yelled at the guys sitting at a table across from each other while walking up the stairs, “Grocery run! If you want something, text me! Yes, Dean, I know, pie!”
Dean grinned and Sam chuckled.
She turned around as she walked up the stairs backwards slowly, “If you’re lucky, I’ll make you one but you gotta text me what flavor.” She grinned and winked before turning back around running up the stairs and out the door.
Sam pulled out his phone and started texting Alex what he needed from the store.
Dean tensed up and looked at Sam, “What is she driving?”
“Bobby brought her jeep a while ago. Her motorcycle was on a trailer,” Sam stated as he continued to read his book.
“Oh,” Dean nodded. “Good.”
Sam smiled and chuckled.
Six hours later…
Sam looked at the time and texted Alex, “Everything ok? What’s taking so long?”
Dean looked at Sam, “Alex has been gone a while.”
“Yeah, I just texted her. Hope everything is ok,” Sam said, a bit concerned. He got up and went to his room to get his laptop then sat back where he was at the table. He started typing away and concentrating on the screen. “She’s still at the grocery store,” Sam stated, confused.
Dean quirked an eyebrow at him, “You tracked her?”
“I’m worried,” justified Sam. He watched the screen for a few minutes, “Something’s wrong. She hasn’t moved since I pulled it up.”
“What?” asked Dean.
Sam flipped the laptop around and slid it over to him.
Dean watched it for a minute, “Come on. Let’s go check.”
“Let me call the grocery store,” said Sam, who grabbed his phone off the table and looked up the number.
Dean went and got the keys to Baby anyway and waited.
A few minutes later Sam hung up and shook his head, “Said she left like four hours ago.”
“Shit,” exclaimed Dean.
Sam and Dean headed up the stairs to the Impala and drove to the store.
They arrived at the store and found her Jeep. They saw groceries scattered, as if thrown into her trunk area.
Dean looked around for her phone. “Sam,” he called, having found her cell on the ground behind the store with an empty syringe close by and showed Sam.
“Let me see if I can track any of her backup phones,” stated Sam.
“She has back ups?” asked Dean as they got back into the impala.
“Yeah, of course, Dean.” Sam said, working on his smartphone with a small, confused smile on his face.
“I didn’t know. She didn’t tell me,” he explained.
“It’s my fault. I forgot to send her contact to you with her updated info. I’ll do that in a minute.” He suddenly commanded, “Dean, turn around.”
Dean did as Sam instructed.
Sam navigated Dean based on Alex’s back up phones location.
“Yes, I checked both phones she usually has on her and they’re both at this place,” Sam explained.
Dean pulled over next to a dirt road and turned off Baby. Alex was in trouble, it was all that mattered at that moment.
They quickly got out and went into the trunk to get their gear. Once collected, they slowly walked down the dirt road, prepared for anything. As they approached, they came across an older two story house with a barn about forty feet away with worn in tire tracks in the dirt. The clearing was surrounded by tall hedges and trees which the brothers used to their advantage to remain visually hidden.
A man stepped out of the barn slowly and audibly sniffed the air.
Dean had his gun ready and aimed.
Sam pulled out his machete in one hand and his gun in the other.
The man went back inside and more men and women, 10 in total, came outside then closed the door to the barn behind them.
The men and women opened their mouths revealing an abundance of teeth–vampires– and they approached Sam’s and Dean’s location.
Dean and Sam put away their guns and Dean pulled out his machete.
They quietly approached from behind, bringing their blades up and quickly beheading two vampires easily but their blood wasn’t red, it was almost purple as if turning black. The others attacked, and despite punches and falls that they quickly recovered from as well as a few attempted bites, the brothers beheaded the remaining ones with minimal injuries.
Their blades dripping with vampire blood, they approached the barn ready for more to attack. Dean slowly opened it as Sam looked inside. The sight before them was a painful shock as they rushed to Alex.
Alex was chained up against a wall by all four limbs with her head fallen back and eyes closed. There were several bites on her arms, back, and legs as well, as she was hooked up to what would seem to be a machine you would see at a hospital to donate blood.
Sam quickly went to the machine, examining it to reverse it.
Dean worked to get Alex down.
“Keep her hooked up,” Sam instructed and went to help Dean with getting Alex down. Sam quickly checked for a pulse; she had a weak one.
Sam ran out of the barn to the impala to bring it in as well as for the first aid kit.
Dean watched her bruised face as the pallor began to slowly improve.
Minutes passed, the machine beeped indicating it was done.
“Wake up, Alex,” Dean said. Tears began to form in his eyes, “Baby, wake up. Come on. I know you can do this.” He leaned his ear down to her mouth hearing her shallow, even breaths. “Come on, Baby, wake up,” he said again and slightly shook her.
A quiet groan from her throat was heard and Dean smiled. “Alex? Can you hear me?” He licked his lips as he watched face.
Her brow furrowed and eyes fluttered open, “Dean?”
He brought his hand down to her face and caressed it, gently, “Hey, Sweetheart. Thought I lost you there.”
Alex half smiled and tried to chuckle but it came out as a groan, then said in a dry, gravely voice, “Nah. I’m not that easy to kill.”
She worked to sit up and Dean helped her. She looked around then leaned further forward looking behind him. “Idiots,” she grumbled, staring at the bodies behind him and shaking her head. She groaned as she tried to take a deep breath and explained, “Just bruised ribs.”
Dean looked behind himself and saw four bodies on the floor, pale and gray that Alex was looking at.
The barn door opened and Dean instinctively picked up his machete ready to fight. It was Sam who came in with the large first aid kit.
“Alex,” he exclaimed with a grin.
Alex tried to grin back but it only came out half way from the purple bruising on one of her cheeks, “Hey, Sam.”
Sam followed Dean’s eyes and saw the bodies as well. “What?” He said as he opened up the kit and started cleaning up Alex’s wounds.
“Guys, was there a stodgy, wide guy out there?” she asked, concern written on her face.
“No,” replied Sam as he started to bandage her up. “You’re gonna need stitches,” he stated calmly.
“Yeah, not surprised,” she replied.
Dean slowly got up with his machete still in hand and walked to the bodies. He knelt to examine them, confusion written on his face. “What happened to them?”
“I did,” stated Alex. “I’m poison to monsters,” she explained. “Once Levi, their leader, left to go deal with a buyer, they quickly got frustrated with his orders and fed on me in groups. Tried to tell them but who’s gonna listen when you’re hungry?” She tried to smile but a quiet hiss of pain came out instead.
“Your blood did this?” asked Dean as he stood up and looked at her.
“Can’t be turned either. Not sure which side it is but,” she attempted to shrug but closed her eyes and grimaced. “Angels and/or Demons are poison which makes sense if you think about it,” she further explained.
“Wow,” Sam responded to her information. “Ok, I think that is everything.”
“Know how to make a makeshift brace?” Alex asked and pointed to her right ankle.
“Busted my ankle and foot up when they got me. I can barely stand on it,” she said, irritated.
Dean came over looking to pick her up but quickly, Sam stood up, pushing the first aid kit into chest, “I got her.” Dean looking annoyed, reluctantly taking the first aid kit.
Sam knelt down and picked her up bride-style.
“Woah,” Alex gasped and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, then added quietly. “Not what I expected. Hell, didn’t expect y’all to show up either.” She kept her eyes down to Sam’s chest as she tried to hide the warmth spreading through her cheeks and they walked out of the barn to the impala.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Sam asked her, confused.
She looked up at him, “Oh, the reason? I’m a danger, like apocalypse-level danger right now.”
Sam literally sat down in the backseat with her on his lap which caused her blush even more; however, it was luckily hidden mainly by dirt and bruising. She scooted off of him and tried to put the seatbelt on but the bite on her right shoulder wouldn’t let her. Sam smiled and grabbed it, helping her put it on.
Dean slid into the driver’s seat and looked in the rearview mirror at her.
Alex’s face was calm and relaxed, a large purple bruise on her cheek and dirt and blood on the other, with her clothes ripped up. They must have ambushed her and drugged her because it looks like she fought them hard. They hightailed it back to the bunker as Alex watched the scenery.
“Who is Levi?” asked Dean.
“He is one of the handful of vampires that escaped me when I was captured by a nest.” She quickly corrected, “I mean when my family and I were captured by a nest.” She paused, “Almost 13 years ago now. I only know his name because he introduced himself to me this time. Supposedly had a dealer willing to pay good money to buy me.”
Dean glanced at the rearview mirror as she spoke.
Her face grew angrier—brows furrowed together, eyes hooded, mouth almost a sneer—as she spoke while her voice almost monotone. She shifted in the seat until she could lean her head on the headrest like a pillow. Her breathing quickly slowed and eyes closed.
“Hey,” Sam gently shook her. “We need to check you out before you can rest.”
Alex shifted back around towards Sam and nodded.
He took off his seatbelt and shifted over to her wrapping his arm around her giving her a hug.
She returned the hug and buried her face in his chest as silent tears rolled down.
Sam rubbed her back avoiding the injuries and kissed the top of her head. She smiled to herself as he rested his chin on her head.
Dean saw this and glanced at Sam, giving him a half smile and a nod. He was a bit envious at that moment but pushed it away as he drove.
Almost at the bunker, Alex pulled away and wiped her face off. “Sorry about your shirt,” she said to his chest.
Sam shrugged, “It’s a shirt.”
She leaned against his chest as she waited for them to pull into the garage.
Sam got out and went to the other side and scooped her back up.
“You know, I can hobble to the infirmary,” Alex said, mildly irritated they weren’t letting her walk.
“You don’t like being helped, do you?” Dean teased.
Alex looked at him and crossed her arms then sighed, glancing at Sam who was carrying her bride style again. “I’m not used to it. If I ever got this hurt, I’d just deal with it until everything healed. It’s been a while since I got this level of hurt.” A minute later, Sam out her in a chair in the infirmary as she quietly grumbled with her eyes hooded, “I hate vampires.”
It took a while but Sam got her sewn up as pain free as possible, and rebandaged with a new type of bandage she got for them–a waterproof, clear piece of plastic that functioned like a bandage and you could shower with it.
Sam smiled at her, “As far as I can tell, you don’t have a concussion but you should probably get a brace.”
“A boot would be better, I think. And yeah, I didn’t fall, just banged around,” she smiled at him. “Thanks.”
Sam sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “No problem” then went to clean up the mess he made while patching her up.
Alex quickly got up from the seat and tried to hobble, but it was too much pain. Sam rushed to catch her from totally crashing on the floor. “Fuck. Dammit.”
Sam picked her up with a knowing grin, “It’s ok. I don’t mind.” He began walking them to her room.
Alex blushed again, “It’s just…” She took a deep breath and quietly explained, “I haven’t had anyone be like this or take care of me in a long time.”
“Not even around Bobby or your Dad?” Sam inquired.
She tensed up with the mention of her Father. “Ha, my Dad? I’m lucky if he is even around when I go see him. I think he has the apartment so he can get mail,” she fake laughed abruptly. She looked down at her lap then to the hall as she spoke, “As for Bobby, I’ve just been careful. I have no idea how he would react if I did get injured like this. I’ve gotten cuts and bruises, nothing too serious that needed stitches. It’s why I have armor; less likely to get injured. Despite healing fast, it doesn’t mean I can’t get hurt, scars or be killed but then again, I can’t wear armor everywhere.”
Sam set her down on her bed and offered, “Want company?”
“Thanks but no. I think I’m just gonna lay down and rest for a bit.”
Sam took a phone out of his pocket and gave it to her.
“Hey, you got my phone,” Alex half grinned. She looked at him very happy, “Thank you, Sam.”
“Dean was the one who found it. I just kept it safe.”
“Well, thank him for me too. Where is he?” Alex asked suddenly wonder where he went off to.
“Probably making dinner or something. I’ll go check.” Sam said and went to leave.
“Have you heard from Castiel?” Alex suddenly asked, concerned.
Sam shook his head, “No.”
“Me neither. I’m worried something has happened to him.”
“I’ll try his cell again,” Sam said and walked away to check on Dean.
Alex looked at her phone and sighed. What am I gonna do about you, Casi? Where are you? She prayed to him .
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Summary: Birthday celebration. Alex makes Dean pie. Castiel gives Alex a gift with a surprise.
Pairing: None
Canon: Supernatural (AU), season 10ish. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived. Angels have their wings back/can fly.
Word Count: ~3.1K
Characters: Castiel, OFC!Alex, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of OFC!Aggie and OMC!Aloy
Warnings: SPOILERS. Cursing. Possible show-level violence. Severe injury.
Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Possible spoilers.
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Chapter 4 || Chapter 6
Bobby left early that morning to help out Rufus a few states over on a case. Alex stayed in her room much of the morning trying to figure out what she should do to help Dean.
Near lunchtime, she decided to make a pie and looked to see what they had for ingredients. She made a *graham cracker pie crust and found a box of vanilla pudding.
Dean came into the kitchen with a very audible inhale, “Whatcha making?”
Alex grinned, “Right now, just a graham cracker pie crust. Trying to decide on the filling.”
“Hmmm, graham cracker,” Dean said. He pursed his lips and tapped his chin in thought.
“Have a recommendation?” She asked.
“There are lots of choices,” he began almost as if a critic or something. “Chocolate, banana cream, pecan, fruit, and jam, um…”
“Let me see what I can scrounge up and I’ll let you know when it is done,” she said as she was grinning ear to ear. He was talking to her. Yes! Who doesn’t love food? She thought, trying to keep herself calm while in her head she was jumping for joy and punching the air excitedly.
Dean walked out with a smile into the library. She left the pudding box out on the counter and headed into her room making sure to close the door. She grabbed her purse and phone and put her boots on. On her phone, she looked to find where the grocery store that the brothers went to all the time was.
The sound of fluttering wings were left in her stead and her room empty. She popped in behind the grocery store and looked around to make sure no one was about before walking in to grab fresh fruit and vegetables. Maybe they’ll let me make dinner tonight, like a beef stew or something. Lots of veggies for Sam. Big ol’ hunk of meat for Dean. She chuckled aloud, thinking of the conversation Sam had with her about the things Dean likes to help make him more comfortable around her. So far, food seemed to be working.
Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the grocery store with two paper bags and walked back behind the grocery store. Another quiet flutter of wings is heard and she is back in the pantry. She put the bags down and started to unload the fresh food when her phone buzzed with a text message.
Sam: Alex, where are you?
She walked out of the pantry and called for Sam.
He walked into the kitchen to find her holding bananas. “Where were you?”
“Oh, I was in the pantry. Had Casi go get a few groceries for me so I could finish the pie and make dinner,” she smiled confidently while inside she felt shaky and nervous. Most people freak out when I tell them I can fly; though Sam and Dean do know Casi, so maybe they won’t? I don’t want to be a taxi service though. She felt mentally frustrated but went back to the kitchen counter to finish making the banana cream pie for Dean.
“You could have asked me. I don’t mind driving you to the grocery store to get stuff,” Sam offered as he looked around the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Sam asked as he approached the counter.
“Making Dean banana cream pie,” she stated as she made the vanilla pudding on the stove. “But don’t tell him it’s for him.”
Sam chuckled and nodded. He then leaned on the counter and looked at her, “Isn’t today your birthday today? Shouldn’t we be making food for you?” he teased.
She looked him dead in his eyes, “I want to make pie and make dinner. If you’re gonna play that game, Mr. Winchester, it’s my birthday and I want to make a pie for Dean and to make a sort of beef stew for dinner tonight. So, shut it and go away or help.” She turned back to the stove, and quickly she stuck her tongue out at him before going back to the pudding, not expecting him to do anything but walk away.
Instead, he went into the pantry and fridge to pull out vegetables and the roast that ‘Castiel’ got for her. Alex pulled out a large straight-sided pot.
Together, Alex taught Sam how to make *“stone soup.”
“That’s a weird name,” Sam said.
“It’s a children’s story,” she began as she took the beef roast and piled them salted and peppered it. “There was a man who had no food but had a fire, a pot, and water. He was a traveler and resting for the night. He decided to place a stone in his water to boil as it was better than nothing. He would stir it up and of course, the water would boil, creating steam that attracts other travelers, so when others would see him, they’d ask him what he was making.
He replied, ‘Stone soup.’ They, being hungry travelers too, offered what they had to add to the stone soup to eat what he was making. One had carrots and broccoli and others had spices. A man had meat to add,” she explained as she placed the finished banana cream pie in the freezer.
“Eventually, it was a delicious soup that was shared among all the travelers. I don’t actually remember all of the story itself. It’s an actual book but the idea is a way of using leftovers to make food; so when I was a kid and my parents hadn’t gone grocery shopping for a bit, my Mom would make stone soup. We would just gather what we had of vegetables and figure out what went together with spices as well as some meat. The next day, we’d go grocery shopping but it became a sort of family tradition, usually once or twice a month, we’d have stone soup.”
She shrugged then added as she watched Sam chop up vegetables, ”It would never be the same either. It was sometimes a soup and other times a stew or a sort of rice dish. It was the same basic idea though. Just use up what you have left.” She put the roast in the pot seating the sides until it was all browned then added two quarts of beef broth (due to the size of the pot), prepping it for dinner that evening. Once Sam was done, they added the vegetables and brought them to a boil before letting them simmer for the remainder of the day.
“Thanks, Alex,” Sam said smiling.
“You don’t need to. I should thank you for the help. You’d make a good sous chef, I think, especially with your knife skills,” She complimented him with a grin. “We should spar sometime. I’d love to see your skills.”
He blushed and scratched the back of his neck as he chuckled, “I’m not very good at throwing knives but pretty good at using them.”
“Well, then, it’s a date. Just tell me when and where Mr. Winchester. When you’re up for it,” she winked and walked back to her room. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she called out. From her room, she came out with a book she found in the library, a pen, and pieces of similar paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table to read and write in the book.
Sam has gone into the library as he was researching a few potential cases.
Throughout the day, Alex received several text messages of birthday greetings and even a few phone calls that she made sure were short; Sam and Dean even left for a little bit which she took to go work on organizing and putting the gym together and left her new project on the kitchen table.
She would periodically check in the ‘stone soup,’ chuckling every time she walked out thinking of her conversation with Sam. It is so easy to talk to him. How is Dean so different from Sam? she wondered. He loves him and family is stupidly important to him, which she really liked about Dean and scared her a little for some reason. Bobby’s words echoed in her head as they tended to when it came to thinking of family: family don’t stop with blood. “Shut up, Bobby,” she whispered to herself.
With that thought, she picked up her phone and called him. Getting his voicemail, “Hey, Bobby. Just checking in to see if you made it there yet. It’s been a good day. I think Sam told Dean it’s technically my birthday despite my making Dean a pie and I’m making them dinner. Sam said food can be a good way to soften up Dean, so I am. Call or text me when you get a chance and tell that son of a bitch, Rufus, to focus on his shit and double check his facts.” She chuckled and hung up.
She skimmed through her messages and replied thank you for the birthday wishes. None were from her family but that was normal. Birthdays were no different than any other day to her family. She decided to call her Father and got his voicemail as well. “Hey Dad. Hope everything is going well. Just chilling and looking for a case. If you got one and like company, lemme know.” She quickly added, “Other than a spirit would be nice. Lemme know if you hear from the other two. They’ve been silent for most of the year now from what I can tell.” She hung up and chewed on her lower lip.
The gym was almost put together but she decided to check on dinner. She heard the brothers walking down the stairs talking quietly as she entered the kitchen. “Hey,” she yelled out to them. “Find what you needed?”
It was suddenly quiet. She stirred the pot and waited with a grin on her face, curious if they were actually going to do something with it being her birthday. She mentally cringed at the thought of them trying to give her a gift since they only met like a few days ago, and she really just wanted a nice dinner. She rolled her eyes and hushed her brain as she picked up the book and continued to read. She took nearly page-sized pieces of paper and wrote on them then stuck them into the book between the pages. “I’m gonna have to rewrite, like, half this book, at least,” she grumbled and sighed.
She walked out into the hall to her bedroom and called out, “I’m going to my room. I’ll be back out in about 15-20 minutes to stir the pot.”
There was more shuffling and quiet talking. “Thanks,” Dean called out. Alex giggled as she walked back into her room and closed the door.
She received a text from Sam a few minutes later telling her he would stir the pot and just chill for a while. She agreed and kept working on her project.
About thirty minutes later a thought occurred to her, a flutter of wings was heard and her room was empty.
An hour later, Dean came and knocked on Alex’s bedroom door. When a response did not come, he opened the door to find it empty. He thought for a moment then headed to the gym. He saw it surprisingly was nearly finished. She must have been doing this by herself, but then he remembered that she probably is much stronger than she seems because of the angel-demon stuff. He felt nervous at the thought. It is such an odd thing to be both angel and demon and be alive. He knew she had to be extremely powerful, which made him uncomfortable. Other than Castiel, he has not had a very good relationship with Angels, let alone demons; in addition to how he was a demon only a few months ago. Dean shook his head, ignoring the uneasiness of his demonic past, and walked back to the kitchen.
He turned the corner into the kitchen to see Alex holding a crate and talking to Castiel in the foyer. Castiel grinned wide and took the crate, obviously excited. Alex reciprocated the excited, wide grin and watched him. They walked into the kitchen.
Sam turned around, “Hi!” He looked at Alex.
“Hey, sorry, I was thinking and wanted to talk to Casi, so we didn’t make it back to my room.” She shrugged.
“That’s because there is a surprise for you,” Castiel explained.
Alex looked confused, “Why? I didn’t do anything.”
“You bought us a gym,” Dean stated. “And have been putting it together by yourself. How strong are you?”
Alex blushed and looked to her feet, then shyly shrugged.
Sam walked over to Dean and poked him in the chest, silently mouthing ‘Stop it’, then moved to his brother’s side.
“Right,” Dean began and Alex looked back at him. “It’s your birthday, Alex. We wanted to do something for you.” His face changed as he spoke, softening, sort of. The hard edge of his jaw seemed to relax, as did his body, to a point.
Sam must have forced him to join in. This will be awkward. I hate it when people do this, She thought disdainfully to herself. She closed her eyes and quickly put on a mask, just like working a case, a genuine-appearing smile that touched her eyes and forced her body to relax. It’s a show for them, she thought. Note to self: rip Bobby a new one. This has him all over it. She mentally rolled her eyes as she looked at Dean then at Sam.
Sam smiled, “Yes, we got you an ice cream cake and some candles to make a wish.”
Alex covered her face and giggled as she remembered the flirtations with Dean about her age last week.
Sam and Dean were confused as they had completely forgotten about last week.
Alex takes a few deep breaths, “So, this is how you find out my age, huh, Dean? It’s confusing though.”
Dean’s eyes widened, remembering the conversation, and chuckled.
“Technically, I was born in 1992 but because of how time moves in Hell, quicker, I was 10 when we came back topside. So, the delightful angels made my birth year 1982 since it is chronologically correct. I’ve only been alive for 23 years despite my body chronologically being 33,” Alex grinned the whole time trying not to laugh as she watched Dean’s face fall into confusion which looked very similar to how Sam’s was.
Castiel looked at her, his brow furrowed, “I thought you went with your chronological age?”
“I do. It’s just fun to fuck with people,” she responded.
Castiel nodded in understanding with a small smile when he looked at Sam and Dean. He went back to the small jars in the crate and pulled one out looking at the handmade label. “Oooo,” Castiel said as he opened the clear jar of honey with ‘Mississippi Gulf coast’ written on the lid.
“Try the one from northern Georgia, so yummy,” Alex recommended.
Sam suddenly chuckled and shook his head, “You’re something else, Alex.”
“Oh, you’re just scratching the surface there, Sam.”
Dean had grabbed a beer out of the fridge and was sipping it, appearing a bit irritated, which made Alex smile.
He looks so hot when he is irritated. What is wrong with me? Friendly. Goal is friendship. Ugh. You got problems, Alex. She thought and mentally facepalmed herself.
Sam was gathering dishes to set at the table when Dean leaned over and quietly asked, “So, how old is she?”
“She’s 33, Dean,” Sam replied and shook his head at him, and finished setting the table up.
“I made you pie, Dean,” Alex suddenly said. “It’s banana cream and in the freezer.”
“She also made dinner,” added Sam.
“Sam helped a lot,” she added.
Dean was surprised to hear the pie was made for him. It was her birthday. She should be making things she likes and for herself.
Dinner went over well. Castiel even tried it. They sang happy birthday to her. The ice cream cake turned out to be Oreo which Dean admitted to asking Bobby what her favorite cake was.
Alex reminded Dean about the pie and that he didn’t have to share with anyone unless he wanted to. Dean blushed slightly and thanked her for thinking of him despite it being her day.
Castiel stood up and gave Alex a hug out of the blue; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, plain box. “Happy birthday, Alex.”
She looked confused at him, “Thank you.“ She set the box on the table and carefully opened it, looking inside.
A sudden purple plume of smoke erupted from the box, quickly engulfing the room and everyone except Alex fell to the floor unconscious. “Fucking A,” she yelled. She checked the Winchesters first and they seemed fine.
“They’re not engaged with you, so they appear asleep to you,” said a female voice.
Alex turned to the voice, her face covered in disgust. “If you were here in person, I would kill you on the spot.”
“You say that every time,” she chuckled at Alex.
“Just making my intentions towards you clear and consistent. You're obviously afraid of me or you’d show up,” Alex challenged. “What do you want, Agnes?”
“I came to say Happy Birthday to my little sister,” Agnes almost sang as she spoke.
Alex only gave Agnes a look of no more than anger and disgust. “I don’t accept it. Now release me and fuck off.”
“You know, I can keep you in here for days,” Agnes challenged her.
“Ok,” Alex began. “Do your worst. It cannot be any worse than what you’ve already done to me.” She waved her hand at her, “Come on.”
Agnes responded with a wicked grin. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“That’s what you think,” Alex smirked.
Alex had collapsed on the kitchen table, unconscious. The purple plume had engulfed her face and delved into her mouth and disappeared as if it had a mind of its own.
Everyone went to her to try to see what happened but she was unresponsive.
Castiel examined her then touched her face. “Her mind is entrapped in some kind of spell. I cannot penetrate it.”
“I’ll call Rowena,” said Sam, picking up his phone as he spoke.
