The Winchester's 'Cousin'

Chapter 6: A Change of Soul

The boys and I hadn't been driving for more than ten minutes when Dean's cell phone began to ring. Dean looked at it curiously with a raised eyebrow. "Must be a case." He assumed with a shrug. Sam gabbed the phone off the console of the Impala and flipped it open, putting it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked in an unsure voice. There were mumbles on the other end. I couldn't make out what the other person was saying. It sounded like a man. Sam wasn't on the phone very long before hanging up and he turned around, looking at me.
"That was your dad, Alexa. I guess he changed his mind or something. He said if you were in danger that he wants you under his watch." Sam looked back and fourth between Dean and I for an answer.

Dean rolled his eyes as he began to turn the Impala around. We weren't even out of town yet. "Why would he do this?" I asked confused. My father was usually so open about new ideas and getting out in the world. I've studied abroad every summer I have ever had. I wonder what made him change his mind this time. I looked back up at Sam, there was a glint of worry in his eyes. "I just don't get it." He said, "If your father doesn't want you hurt shouldn't you stay with us? I mean I don't want to force you, but you're more than welcome. Dean and I love the company." I nodded. "Of course I want to stay with you guys. You two are quite entertaining." I teased. Dean made eye contact with me through the rear view mirror. "Maybe we will surprise kidnap you again one of these days." He said with a wink. I just rolled my eyes once more.

After driving through the same old neighborhoods, we pulled through the gates of my estate. Louise the maid came to greet me. I said my goodbyes to the boys and got out of the black car. Before shutting the door, I poked my head in the door, "Maybe I can call you guys later and work a case after this is all over?" Sam laughed and Dean just nodded. Then I shut the door and began walking up the steps of the grand house while the boys pulled out of the driveway. I watched silently from the porch as they drove away as quickly as they had come into my life. The thought of the two mischief makers made me smile. Louise had been behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched in surprise. "You'll meet them again some day, I just know you will." She told me with a soft smile on her face. "Was it that obvious?" I asked, feeling my face flush. Louise laughed at me. "Honey I basically raised you." We both went in through the front door and didn't look back.

As, I strolled through the main level in search of my mother I noticed Louise had deserted me. She's probably off to make regular Easter brunch. I still can't believe this was how I had spent my Easter, with two random guys in a motel. I also found out that demons are real and my dad isn't a neurologist on Easter. What a holiday. I chuckled silently to myself as I heard a familiar ringing of a bell. That bell was coming from the collar of my Maine coon cat, Franklin. Franklin was my graduating high school gift, but I believe he was more for my mother than for me. I bent down and scratched his head until the fluffy cat began to purr with happiness. I then picked Franklin up and he nuzzled his head into my neck. The cat smelled of rotting meat. Disgusted, I quickly put her down and sprinted to the kitchen.

I found Louise with her back to me as she worked over the stove. "Louise?" I asked softly. Louise spun around with a spoon in hand, "Yes dear?" "I don't know what Franklin has gotten himself into, but he smells like rotten meat." I explained to her as my stomach turned a little bit. She raised an eyebrow, "Really? I've been smelling that lately too. Do you think some animal died around here? Maybe Franklin got into it?" She said with a shrug and turned back to her stove. "I'll take him to the groomers tomorrow Alexa. Don't let your mother know, she will freak out." Louise teased me playfully. I laughed, "I think she likes that cat more than me!" Louise and I laughed together for a moment before I headed down stairs.

As I entered my room, I saw my father standing in the middle of it. "Hey dad" I said casually as I sat down on my bed and began to take my shoes off. My dad looked at me. He gave me a cold hard stare that is usually never on his face. Then his eyes flickered black for a moment and a smirk was slapped on his face. Maybe I blinked or something? I raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you feeling okay?" My dad nodded, "Of course Sweetie. I feel great." He looked at me again and his eyes went all black. This time they stayed all black. "Enough chit chat." My father said, or what appeared to be my father. I looked up into the dark, lifeless eyes and wondered where I'd heard something about black eyes. I couldn't hold his stare for very long, it was too much. I shook my head.

"Where is my father?" I asked hesitantly as I resumed taking off my shoes. My father laughed, but it didn't sound like his laugh. The laugh was malicious and deceiving. Unlike my father's kind and sweet laugh. "Your precious daddy is right here with you," We made eye contact again. "I promise." A shiver was sent down my spine with those words. "Okay, here's a better question that you might be able to answer for me." He raised an eyebrow at me as if he wanted me to continue. "Do you know where my mother is?" My father nodded. "Yes. I sent her out shopping. She won't be back for awhile." A smirk tugged at his lips. Okay, at least she is safe. My father looked at me. "Okay listen kid. I'm not really your dad, but you do have something I want. You'll get mommy and daddy back safely in exchange for something I want. Deal?" He asked me. Next thing I knew my so called 'father' was lunging at my throat and hit me over the head.

When I came to I was sitting in the living room of a house, it was my house. I tried to move my arm, but it was restricted by rope. Both of my hands and feet were tied to a chair, I wasn't gagged though. Great. Two kidnappings in one week. Then again, I don't believe it's considered kid-napping if you're still in your own home. My so called father strolled through the door and leaned on the grand piano. "Alexa my doll. I'm so glad you were willing to cooperate so easily." He said sarcastically, I felt that one in the black eye I would have for the next week. "So all you have to do is call Sam and Dean Winchester and you're off the hook. Might I remind you that this is daddy's body." He explained, gesturing to himself. Hmm. Sam and Dean could maybe come save me and get us all out of this mess? But what if they got here and are mad that I set them up? I guess I could tel them I'm in trouble and they would come? I pondered the offer for a moment.

"I'll think about it. First tell me what you are." I decided and looked at my father. He nodded. "Very well, I am a demon. I possessed your father's body. He's a rich hunter and has a good life. End of story." A demon? In my father's body? I glanced back up at his solid black eyes. Demon. Dean told me something about demons having black eyes when they take over mortals or something like that. How could I have forgotten? "If you're a demon? Then what do you want with Sam and Dean?" I asked. He just laughed again and gave me a dark look.
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(Dean's P.O.V)
I laughed at Sam's stupid music selections and then heard a couple of vibrations coming from the back seat. "Hey, is that your phone or mine back there?" I asked, looking in the rear view mirror. Sam turned around and reached his arm back there. He grabbed something and fiddled with it in his hands. "Oh no" Sam said suddenly, I put the brakes on the car and looked over at him. His eyes were wide, "Alexa left her phone!" I rolled my eyes and slapped him. "Don't scare me next time. C'mon we will take it to her"