Hollowing Souls

Party On, Garth

Alex's phone rang, stirring the angel from her half-asleep state. The angel uncurled herself from the backseat of the car in confusion, leaning over the seat to reach into the trunk area. She blindly grasped for her bag until she found her phone in the front pocket. "What?" she answered grumpily, returning to her seat and picking her half-liter of Mountain Dew up from the cooler.

"Hey, Alex. It's Garth."

"Garth? Hey!" The angel immediately brightened up at the familiar voice. "How'd that, uh, that Keres thing work out?" Alex put a finger to her mouth when Dean looked back at her, shaking her head for him to be quiet.

"It worked out just fine, surprisingly. Actually, hunting's why I'm calling. Are the Winchesters with you?"

"Uh, yeah." Alex nodded, taking a long swig of her drink before screwing the cap back on. "Why, man? What's up?"

"I'm gonna need to cash in that favor Dean owes me," the hunter slowly said. "From the demon thing? There's something brewing in Junction City, Kansas. Think you guys can swing it?"

"Hang on." Alex pushed the phone into her shoulder and leaned forward. "Garth says he's got a case down in Junction City," she told the brothers. "He also says that you owe him from that demon case when, uh, Sam here was married?" She looked over at the younger Winchester, who just shrugged, and the young angel's wings flicked in sympathy; he still looked tired.

She turned back to Dean, and he nodded. "Okay," he agreed, then cast a look at his brother. "You up for it, Sam?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, we've got nothing on Dick, so . . ."

"Yeah, they're in." Alex leaned back in her seat and brought her phone back up. "We should be able to be in Junction City by, what, tomorrow morning? I'll let you know when we get closer, okay?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see you." Alex hung up, flipping her phone shut and dropping it on the seat beside her. She leaned forward, head resting close to Sam's. "Kansas it is. You good for driving?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, actually." Sam shifted his grip on the steering wheel as he nodded. "I'm getting better."

"Good." Alex pulled away with a nod. "I'm glad you're okay." She settled down in her seat, fumbling for the thin blanket that was crumpled on the ground. "I'm gonna try and catch a nap; I haven't slept since Indiana." She tucked the blanket under her head, using her wings to curl around her as blankets. She heard one of the Winchesters say something of an agreement with her plan as she closed her eyes and faded out of consciousness.

...

"It's about time." Alex was back in her house in her mind, and she looked around, confused as to where the devil's voice was coming from. She was standing in the kitchen, and her wings twitched as she looked around before she tipped her head. Lucifer was perched on top of the fridge, legs crossed and wings lax as he looked down upon her.

"Get down from there," Alex snapped, folding her arms across her chest. "What are you doing up there anyways?"

Her grace twitched in irritation, and the devil sensed it, large wings balancing him as he gracefully jumped to the floor. "Is everything alright?" he questioned, sauntering forward. "I haven't seen you in almost a week."

"I haven't been tired."

A gentle hand chucked her under the chin, forcing the young angel to raise her head. "You're upset with me," the archangel noted, large wings curling around her. His frown deepened when Alex tore herself out of his grasp. "Alex. Look at me."