Hollowing Souls

Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!

Okay, after this chapter, I'll be posting two more before I take a week break for finals. Enjoy!

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A hand came down across her foot, and Alex snapped open her eyes, looking around in confusion. Then she relaxed, frowning. "Really?" she snapped. "I was awake, you know."

"Congratulations." Bobby Singer walked over to the kitchen table and picked up his glass of whiskey. "Now you gonna help me pack, or are you just gonna lay there?"

Alex rolled off of the ratted couch with a grumble. "I'd rather not," she muttered, but walked over to help the old hunter out. "Why do we have to go with Irving? He's weird. And old."

"Cause he's the one who found the vamp nest. And he called in for help." Bobby slid a rag across the blade of a machete. "You're just sulking because you didn't get to go to Vegas."

"Damn straight." Alex disappeared into the large bedroom to pack her things, raising her voice so Bobby could still hear. "I don't see why I couldn't have gone." She had hung with the Winchesters for a week after Lily Dale, but five days ago she was sent back up to Montana when Dean claimed their trip down to Los Vegas it was a 'brothers only kind of deal.'

"The Winchesters have been going to Vegas this time of year for a long time," Bobby reminded. "It's a just-the-two-of-them thing. No girls allowed."

"I'm not a girl, I'm angel of the Lord," Alex quipped back, shoving Castiel's trench coat into her bag. She paused, closing her eyes to try and catch her mate's scent, but it was fading away. "It's stupid. They get a vacation and I have to hunt down a stupid nest. Why can't I just stay behind?"

"Cause you're an angel of the Lord. Best damn backup plan in the books." Bobby slung his bag over his shoulder. "Now come on. It's about a day's drive." When Alex didn't immediately move he added, "You know, this might be our last hunt together."

Alex rolled her eyes at his guilt trip, but picked up her bag and followed Bobby out of the cabin. "I hate car rides."

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April 24th, 2012

Falls City, Oregon

They arrived at the Pine Motel late that night. After checking into their room they went down the hall to room 24. Bobby rapped on the door, and after a few seconds it opened. "Hey."

Nathaniel Irving stood there, raking a hand through his messy grey hair. Dark green swept over Alex. "You brought the girl."

"She's helpful, Nate." Bobby pushed his way into the room. "More help than you'd think."

Nathaniel grumbled and shut the door behind him. "Whatever." He motioned to the wall where a large relationship chart was pinned to the walls. "Think I almost got 'em pinned down. They're smart little shits."

Alex snorted in amusement at his choice in language, sitting down on the small table. "Alright. Looks like you've already done much of the canvassing."

The old hunter nodded. "Only called you in cause this nest's way to big for one man to take on. Could've handled it with just two."

Alex rolled her eyes, not the least bit affected by his attitude. "You're grumpier than I remember." She found her spring-assisted knife and pulled it out of her pocket, flicking the blade out and snapping it back into place with one hand. "So. When are we gonna hit them?"

"Tomorrow night. Once we confirm location."

"Good. It's been a while since I've had a good old-fashioned vamp hunt. And I've been itching for a fight lately," she added under her breath, watching as Bobby carefully studied the chart. "So, Nate, how you've been?"