Hollowing Souls

Close to Heaven

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Okay, just a few things. This chapter is really a continuation of the last story, I just didn't include it because what I had before was such a good cliffhanger :) The story really restarts next chapter.

Oh, and if you haven't done so already, I would suggest you read the first part of this series, which is called And I Hope That You'll Remember Me.

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June 20th, 2010

Alex stepped through the front door, breathing a sigh of relief. She must had thrown off the demons. Of course, this is definitely where they'd expect her to be. She locked the front door, cursing the fact that, apart from the downstairs bathroom next to her, it was the only door that locked. Hurrying into the kitchen, she dropped her bag. She placed her Colt 1911 on table, checking it one more time. She felt her knife in her pocket and pulled it out, flicking out the blade. She smiled, putting it back in her pocket. She pulled off her jacket and dirty black Hell Hazers II t-shirt, and pulled on some maroon three-quarter sleeve shirt and a forest green plaid sweatshirt, ignoring the strange sensation as the clothing passed through her wings. She had just started rolling up her clothes when she heard a noise, and her mind started to wheel.

"Okay," she started to plan out loud. "I need salt. Salt, iron. Devil's trap." The panic room. Iron walls coated with salt, and stocked with all the shotguns and ammunition she would need.

There were two footsteps upstairs. Forgetting her backpack, she grabbed her smaller bag containing her journal and other things and tore through the study and the hall. The back door opened, and a demon stepped through, black eyes gleaming. Alex panicked, and, in an act of desperation, reached out, placing her palm over the demon's face. Her fear and panic mingled with her grace as it raced down her arm and into the demon. White light flared out of his face, and he crumpled to the ground dead. Alex just ran. She ran down the rickety stairs and towards the panic room. She reached for the iron handle, throwing the door open. Then everything went black.

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She came to in a dark room. She tested her limbs: bound tight. Memories came flooding back, and Alex panicked. She struggled at her bonds, but to no avail. She fought to control her breathing, forcing herself to take deep breaths. She recognized the room immediately. A single, bare bulb hung from the ceiling. A bed sat against the wall to her left, and there was a table in front of her.

"Ah. Home sweet home."

Alex's head swiveled towards the voice, and her wings flared angrily. A low growl rumbled through her chest to hide her fear. Crowley.

The demon strolled forward. "You know, you've given me a hell of a time tracking you down. Was that a demon-proof room? Very clever."

Alex swallowed nervously, but her eyes remained cold. "What the hell do you want?"

Crowley ignored her hostile tone. "I think you know, darling. I told you I would find you. Perhaps going to Bobby's wasn't the best of your plans, hmm?"

"Safest place I got," Alex snapped, then clamped her jaw shut. She glared up at the demon.

Crowley leaned against the table, but didn't respond. "Now. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised. After that trick you pulled in Brandon, we lost sight of you. I had demons staked out along the roads. Even still, you managed to make it all the way into Sioux Falls. Impressive indeed."

Alex refused to say anything. Castiel, she prayed. Please, Cas. Please help me. I - Crowley found me. I don't know where I am. He's, he's gonna . . . just help me.