Hollowing Souls

The Man Who Would Be King

January 23rd, 2012

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Alex was stretched across the couch, watching Sam pace back and forth in the study. The room was dark, and Alex felt sleep pull on her wings. "Sam," she whined, holding her hands straight up. "Come here."

She heard the hunter snort in amusement, but footsteps stopped beside her. "Now what?" Large palms rested against hers, and Alex closed her fingers around his wrists.

"You should bring me some coffee," she said childishly. "I'm tired."

"The kitchen's ten feet away."

Alex felt Sam grab her own wrists, and suddenly she was in the air. She bit back a small hiss at the awkward angle, but soon found herself standing on the ground. "You're stupid," she teased, dropping the hunter's hands and making her way towards the coffee pot. She heard a grunt of amusement in response.

Headlights flashed through the window, and Alex pulsed her grace out to feel Bobby Singer and something else. Demon. "Bobby's back," she called to the Winchester. "He's got the demon alright."

"Good."

The four of them had been tracking down Crowley for the past week or so, and Alex had been strictly forbidden to even talk to Castiel, which was why she was here now with the Winchester staring over her shoulder. She dug through the cupboard for a dirty mug before pouring herself a cup of coffee, muttering under her breath.

"Whatcha saying?"

"I'm not talking to Cas." Alex turned around, a bad mood settling over her, all humor lost. "Come on, Sammy. All . . . this really isn't necessary." She gestured vaguely to her surroundings for emphasis. "I won't tell Cas anything."

"Yeah, well, you won't tell us anything either. That's why you're here." Sam turned away from her when the back door opened, and a few seconds later Bobby entered, leading a stoic demon behind him. Black eyes flashed when they locked with Alex, and she raised her wings threateningly, lips pulled back in a small snarl. Bobby used that brief moment of distraction to shove the demon into the room.

Alex's eyes drifted up towards the ceiling where a ornate devil's trap was delicately painted, effectively locking the demon within its bounds. She took a sip of her coffee, wings falling back to a neutral position.

"This the guy?" Sam joined Bobby in the circle, where together they manhandled the demon into a chair where he was bound.

"Yeah, that's him," Bobby finally said, stepping back. He wiped away the perspiration from his forehead. "Wasn't easy."

The demon just leered, and Sam turned away. "He got a name?"

"Yeah. Red."

Alex tipped her head, studying the demon. The name certainly seemed to fit, seeing that the demon's meatsuit was a ginger. Sweat soaked through his thin white tank top, but his eyes remained cold. "Am I going to be needed here?" she finally asked. "Or can I go get us some dinner?" She saw the way the two hunters exchanged glances and frowned, sticking her bottom lip out slightly and tilting her eyebrows up. "Bobby."

"Take Sam with you." 


"Bobby!" Alex stepped forward, wings raising up in annoyance. "I won't talk to Cas. Hell, I swear he only comes if I'm dying, which I'm not. Sam . . . Sam's needed here."

Bobby hesitated, but he finally nodded. "Okay. Fine. Go."

Alex rolled her eyes, but walked over to the back door, grabbing her coat on the way. Her wings twitched uncomfortably as she did one last search of the house and yard; Red was the only demon around.