Raise Hell

Chapter 6: Decisions, Decisions ...

          "It seriously baffles me that you're back in Jackson for only one day, and you already get yourself neck-deep in trouble."

A little smirk dances at the corners of Alex's lips at the dry comment, but all traces of it soon vanish with a wince as Isla applies more pressure on a nasty gash on the edge of her temple that she had obtained during the scuffle with the demons. She instinctively moves to draw away from the tight hold, but Isla keeps a firm grip on the other side of her head, holding her in place. The gash itself isn't deep enough to cause real concern, but her best friend had insisted on giving it the once over and patching it up once she had finished attending to Noah.

The moment that Duke had been banished back to hell, Alex – not speaking another word to Dean – had hurried out of the house and out onto the street, looking for her battered uncle. She found him being placed gently in the Impala that the Winchesters had parked halfway down the street so as not to alert the demons of their presence at the time, with Sam calmly asking Noah if he had any serious injuries. Alex had been quick to rush over and insist that Noah needed to be looked at by a medical professional, and she had been quick to send Isla a message to both assure her that the danger was over and to ask her if she could meet them at the Donovan's with medical supplies. Sam had assured her that he and his brother would follow after them but needed to clean up the mess they made in the Haysmiths' home first.

Half an hour later, Alex guides her car to a screeching stop outside the farmhouse where an anxious Isla and Oscar had been waiting for them on the front porch. The latter had helped Alex guide Noah into their home and placed him on the living room couch, while a focused Isla had begun her work. Feeling more useless than ever, Alex had hovered in the doorway, wringing her hands by her side in a nervous fashion as she kept her eyes fixed on her uncle.

As if sensing her unease, Oscar had placed a hand on her shoulder and given it a comforting squeeze. "Are you alright?"

He had probably meant the question in the physical sense. Even though she knew that she didn't look anywhere near as battered as Noah, Alex had been well aware at the time that hadn't come home completely unscathed – she could feel it. Still, her injuries were superficial at best, so in all actuality, she had fared pretty alright.

But the soft 'no' had flown past her lips before she could stop it, and it wasn't until it hung spoken in the air between the two of them that she realised, it was the truth. She was far from alright. Duke had confirmed her worst fear was actually a reality; Yellow Eyes knew exactly where she had been all this time, and there's every chance that he plans on coming after her and her family again.

He's going to come after you and kill you, and everyone around you until there's nothing left.

Now, she swallows yet another wince of discomfort as Isla shifts the bloody rag against the wound, and does her best to smile. There's still bloodstained on her teeth. "Aha. Neck deep, see what you did there. Guess – ah! – guess, guess trouble is just my middle name..."

Isla snorts, pulling the rag away to inspect the gash, Seemingly satisfied with whatever it is that she sees, she tosses the rag on the dining room table beside them before reaching for some gauze and tape.

"Of course. And here I was thinking that it was Kay."

"Common misconception. Besides, none of this is technically my fault."

"Right, sorry. My bad. I just forgot how much of a danger magnet you are."

Alex pulls a face. "Rude."