Daughter of the Moose (sequel to 'Married to a Moose')

Chapter 62

A/N
Just a reminder, this is my story with my plot and my character development. Things will be "inaccurate" according to the show, but I never said it would be accurate. So don't expect it to be like the show.

I got up in the morning and went out to the main room, and had some cereal and juice. My dad and Dean walked out of their rooms and ate a little too.

"You ready Alex?" My dad asked

"I guess so." We sat down at the table in the panic room and ignored all of Crowley's stupid comments. My dad stuck the syringe into my arm again. It hurt worse this time for some reason. It hurt like crazy. It hurt so bad I actually pounded my fist on the table. I threw my head back in pain.

"You ok Alex?"

"No. It hurts worse than yesterday. Way worse."

"It's ok honey. That's normal. It means it's working. Removing powers of any kind is painful."

"Gahhh!" I shouted as he drew the syringe back, getting my blood. I wasn't passing out, but I wish I had. He was almost done. I was in so much pain. He finally finished, and once he removed the syringe from my arm, I passed out and fell on the floor.

~Sam's POV~
Alex had just collapsed. I got up and went over to her.

"Dean, will you go inject Crowley? I'm gonna go put Alex in bed."

"Yeah sure." He said. I wrapped the towel around her arm, and picked up her limp body. She felt so light and fragile in my arms. She was so strong, yet she seemed so frail. I laid her down in her bed. After about 10 or 15 minutes, she finally came to.

"Dad!" She hollered

I rushed into her room. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"What happened? How did I end up in bed?"

"You passed out once I took out the syringe, and I moved you to your bed." I replied

"Oh. Ok. Thanks. Why did it hurt so extra bad?"

"It gets more painful because I'm getting a direct tap into your powers. It's becoming less blood and more powers."

"Great." She said with lots of sarcasm.

"Hey, it'll be ok. You'll be fine. Take all the time you need, and feel free to join us when you are ready." She nodded.

~Alex's POV~

How much longer did I have to deal with the pain of that? How many more transfers were there? I asked myself once my dad left. After a while, I felt better, so I joined them out there.

"Hey guys." I said as I sat down at the table next to them.

"Hey Alex. How ya feeling?" Dean asked

"Better. Still a little woozy, but not bad."

"Good." My dad said

"Can I ask a question?" They both nodded

"How much more do I have to do this?"

"What do you mean?" My dad asked.

"How many more transfers? It's painful and I'm tired of passing out."

"Alex, you know as well as I do that there is no way of telling. Until all your powers are gone. It could be one more, it could be a few. We just have to wait and see. I know it sucks. I know it hurts, and I know passing out sucks and is scary, but I promised you it would be ok. I meant that. You're gonna be ok, and I'm trying to take as much of your powers at once as I can, but I can only take so much and still have it be safe." My dad replied