Hollowing Souls

The Born-Again Identity

(Quick Enochian review because there's quite a bit in here)
Le pas enay — my little angel
Li mohaoth — my love(r)
Iaida turs — most beautiful

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July 2nd, 2012

Northern Indiana

Alex tipped back another beer, frowning as Sam finished his fifth one that night. Dean was on the bed beside her, head lolling back against the pillows, eyes closed. Alex shifted her hand, where Dean's fingers were tightly threaded through hers, making a soft noise of amusement when his hand tightened; Dean was always funniest when he got this drunk.

"You have such small hands." Dean held up his left hand, motioning for Alex to do the same, and with a roll of her eyes, she did, fitting her palm over his and lining up her thin fingers with his calloused ones. She only got to study the difference for a second before his fingers slipped between hers, closing down over the back of her hand.

The Winchester grinned, and Alex rolled her eyes, letting a small smirk grace her lips. "Very clever, Dean," she praised, not bothering to try tug her hand free. "That's a good one."

"I know," the hunter slurred, settling further down into the pillows. "Imma take a nap."

"Dude, you are hammered," the angel laughed as Dean closed his eyes. "Yeah, you take a nap, Dean. That's a really good idea..."

Alex looked over at Sam, who was still staring at the tv, unblinking. Lucifer sat by his feet, legs crossed. He was staring at Sam, having barely spoken since Sam got back from wherever he had been.

"You doing okay?" Alex finally asked, looking over at her friend as he got up and walked over to the cooler. "Maybe you should lay off of them. Five's enough." After a glanced at the devil she added, "If anything more is just going to make it worse."

Lucifer chuckled from where she sat. "Hear that, Sam?" he said in a mock whisper, a hand going up to cover his mouth. "She thinks you've only had five. I guess you weren't going to mention that you've already been to two bars tonight."

"I'm going for a walk." Sam reached for his jacket, fingers missing the first time as he tried to grab the collar, and Alex sat up in concern when he finally got a hold of it, throwing it under his arm. "Stay here."

"Sam? No."

Lucifer stood up, shrugging over at Alex with a grin on his face. "I guess we're going for a walk." When Alex got to her feet he tsked. "Ah ah. You heard the man. Stay there." His grace bubbled up inside of her, and Alex winced at the twinge of chill that ran up her spine. She could feel Lucifer's grace reaching out from Sam, and her vision swam, eyes coming in and out of focus. The angel's eyelids grew heavy, and Alex stumbled back, tripping over her own feet before she landed back on the bed as darkness washed over her.

...

She awoke when Dean's phone started to ring. Alex rubbed her head with a groan, ripping herself free from Dean's iron-like grasp to find his cell on the ground beside her. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyways. "Uh . . . hello?"

"Is this Dean Smith? My name's Dr. Kadinsky; I'm calling about Sam."

Alex sat straight up, eyes wide. "Sam?" she repeated. "Is he okay?"

"Is Dean there?"

"He's still sleeping. This is Sam's girlfriend —" Alex cut off with a wince at how bad that probably sounded, and cast a glance down at Sam's brother, still passed on in the bed beside her. "Uh, Alex. My name's Alex. What's wrong with Sam?" She reached over and shook Dean's shoulder, and he groaned out his protest. She pressed the phone into her shoulder. "Get up, you ass," she hissed. "Something's wrong with Sam." She put the phone back up against her ear. "Where is he?"