Hollowing Souls

. . . And Then There Were None

"Alex!" Bobby's voice had the angel looking up. She was sitting in the basement, shuffling through several of the books currently stored on the far shelves.

"What?" Alex hurried halfway up the stairs, head tipped in confusion.

"Come here."

The angel complied, using her grace to locate the old hunter. She stepped into the study to see Sam and Dean were there as well, staring at something on the desk. "What?" she repeated. Then she looked up at Sam. "Hey!"

"Uh . . . what?"

Alex leaned up and tugged on the collar of his red-and-grey button down. "That's mine!"

"No, it's not." Sam looked down at his shirt. "Pretty sure it's mine."

"Yeah, well I took it from you!" The female angel frowned in disappointment. "I like that shirt."

"So do I." Sam knocked her hands away, and Alex frowned.

Bobby pointed to a map he had laid down. "I've been getting blasts from hunters all week. Nest of vamps. Werewolf dance part. Shifters, six of them." He circled thee consecutive towns on the map before looking up. "Two hunters died taking them out."

A sympathetic noise left Alex's throat. "Who?"

"None you'd know." Bobby continued circling areas on the map. "Ghouls. Ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord."

Dean studied the map. "Is that just me, or is that a straight-kick line down 1-80?"

"Exactly."

"Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash."

Alex let out a snort of amusement at Dean's words, but Bobby just rolled his eyes. "Please." Alex smacked Bobby on the shoulder. "That was funny." When Bobby didn't respond she frowned. "Wow. You're a stale cinnamon roll."

"I am not," the hunter huffed.

"You are too."

Bobby rolled his eyes again. Turning his attention away from Alex he circled another town on the map, and Sam squinted in confusion. "What is it?"

"Guy bashes in his family's head."

"Ew." Alex shifted her weight further onto the desk. "I, I mean normally, that doesn't sound exactly like our thing."

"Yeah, well it falls in line." Bobby put the cap back on the red sharpie and dropped it off to the side.

"If we leave now we can get there by tonight," Dean put in. "Hit the crime scene tomorrow."

Bobby shook his head. "Guy's already been processed, crime scene's closed." However he stood up with a nod. "Think I'll come with, if you don't mind. It's been a while." He didn't wait for an answer before walking out of the room.

Dean and Sam exchanged looks, and Alex shrugged. "I guess I'll get packed."

...

December 18th, 2011

Sandusky, Ohio

Eighteen hours later Alex found herself seated in the police station, eyes glued to the screen in front of her. It was the video footage from this gas station a few miles out of town. Bobby and the Winchesters were in Interrogation Room C talking to the murderer. She watched as the truck pulled away before rewinding the tape again with a sigh. There was nothing weird. The guy in question picked up a girl — Alex paused, narrowing her eyes. Wait a minute. There was something strange about the girl. Her wings twitched uncomfortably as she paused the video. Her fingers shifted the arrow keys to move the video forward, frame by frame.