Desolation Comes Upon the Sky

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

December 9th, 2013

Kermit, Texas

Alex followed Dean out of the car and up to the motel door, her black wings twitching as she looked up at the darkened sky. Her grace pinpointed the soul of Sam Winchester just ahead, on the other side of the locked, green door. It was Dean who had insisted on driving down here after Sam had refused to answer any of his calls the day before, and Alex had been hinting at the idea it might be because of that fake text message they had sent to him two days prior. The one to get Sam off of Benny's tail.

Dean rapped on the door twice, and Alex heard movement inside. The door opened to reveal Sam, and hazel eyes flashed sharply in recognition. Anger darkened the hunter's face as he moved to close the door, but indecision had him wavering until he finally flung it open, turning around to stalk back inside. Dean and Alex took it as invitation to enter. "Who'd you expect?" Dean half-joked.

Sam ran a hand down his face as he closed the door after them. "Long drive," he commented, ignoring Dean's question.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to make it if you hadn't hung up on me," Dean snapped, turning to face his brother. He crossed his arms defensively, and Alex joined him at his side, wings pinned calmly against her back as the two brothers stood off.

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, well, I heard all I needed to hear."

"No," Dean retorted, "you didn't. You heard what you wanted to hear. I told you Benny wasn't killing. Hell, we even killed the fangbanger that was doing it."

"How about Martin?" Sam mimicked his brother in folding his arms across his chest. "How'd he end up dead?"

"Stupid — just like I said he would."

"You told him, right?" Alex looked up at Dean, eyes narrowing in accusation. "You told him who killed Martin?"

"He didn't give me a chance," Dean snapped, and Sam's head tipped in a silent question.

Alex turned to face Sam, shoulders rolling back as she straightened up to meet the hunter's cold stare. "Benny didn't kill Martin," she told him, watching the shock that flashed through his eyes. "I did. He had Benny's grandkid, Sam, and he called me for help because he didn't want to hurt anyone. Martin — he hurt Elizabeth and then he went charging after Benny, and I ... " she took a deep breath, "I shot him. Vampire or not, Benny didn't hurt anybody," she added when Sam's face darkened. "Martin was off the rails, and I did what I had to."

"Really? That's the story you guys are going with?" Sam shook his head in disgusted disbelief. "That the vampire was the victim here?"

"We're not making this up," Alex shot back. "You saw how he treated me! He was crazy, Sam. Unstable. He should have never gotten back into hunting. If I didn't kill him, someone else would have. Like it or not, Sam, it's the truth."

"There was a time where that actually meant something," Dean added pointedly.

"Yeah, no kidding," Sam muttered.

Dean frowned at his brother's tone, and he glanced over at Alex to see a similar frown of disappointment across the face of the young angel. "What does that mean?" he challenged.

Sam's eyes narrowed in accusation, and he took a step towards Dean Winchester, who firmly held his ground. "You think this is just about Benny?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"What the hell do you think this is about?"

"A-Amelia?" Dean blinked, thoroughly confused. "Oh, come on, man. I had Alex send you that text 'cause I needed you to — to —"