Desolation Comes Upon the Sky

Pac-Man Fever

April 16th, 2014

Lebanon, Kansas

Alex hobbled down the bunker stairs, tightly gripping the railing to keep herself steady. Her wings dragged behind her, and even though the feathers dragging against the cold stone ground brought about discomfort, the angel was too exhausted to draw them up to her side. "I can't believe it." Dean slammed the door behind him, and Alex jumped ever so slightly at the sound. "Where the fuck could Kevin be?"

"I don't know, Dean." Alex limped over to the table and dropped into the nearest chair. They had swung by the boathouse on the way back, but Kevin Tran was gone. His things, his notes, the tablet. Everything.

The prophet was gone.

"He couldn't have gotten too far." Sam dropped both his and Alex's duffle bag onto the ground. "We were barely gone for two days."

Dean's own bag thudded upon the hard ground, and he stalked into the library. "Can't you do something?" he snapped at Alex as he pulled a beer out of the mini fridge. "You're the angel."

"Sure," Alex retorted sharply, her pain and exhaustion fueling her anger. "Because it's not like Kevin Tran has hid himself from angels before. But, since I'm clearly at full strength right now, let me just fly around the entire damn country—"

"Alright, that's enough." Sam held out his hand, stepping forward to position himself between the two's fight. "Dean, it's not her fault. We'll find Kevin, and we'll find him soon. We'll spread the word for other hunters to keep an eye out for him." He frowned when Dean only scoffed. "Kevin will be fine. Don't forget he survived an entire year on his own."

Dean grumbled under his breath, and Alex groaned as a twinge of pain shot up her leg. "Sam, help me to my room," she half instructed, half begged. "I need a nap."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam turned back to her. "Come on. I want to have a look at your leg anyways." He helped the young angel up onto her feet, supporting her as she limped towards the bedroom. "Careful."

"I'm fine." Alex pushed Sam away and hopped over towards her bed, collapsing on top of the sheets with a tired groan. "It's not a bad wound. The bullet just took off a good chunk of flesh." She twisted so she could look back at the Winchester, her face twisting in sympathy at his tired and ragged appearance. "Go get some sleep," she told him. "I'll clean it and wrap it up on my own. You need to rest."

Sam nodded and walked away without argument, and the young angel began the difficult task of peeling off her bloodied jeans. They clung to her legs, and she dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she carefully worked them off from around her wound. She hobbled over to her dresser to pull on a pair of small black shorts before she slowly made her way across the hall to the showers.

It took some doing, but Alex was able to clean off the dried blood and finally get a good look at the bullet wound. She could see the bullet's track across her shin, like a valley of blood and flesh. She wrung the wet washcloth out over it, wincing as the water fell and washed away the blood. The tiled shower floor was red as her cleaning reopened the wound, and once the angel was finished, she hurriedly pressed a sheet of gauze against the open flesh. It stung, but Alex only grit her teeth and wrapped the roll of bandages around her leg to hold the thick, absorbent sheet in place.

There was a knock on the door, and Alex looked up in surprise. "Um, hey."

"How's the leg?" Dean stepped into the room, and Alex shrugged, dropping her gaze down onto her blood-stained fingers. "Doesn't look too bad."

"I'll be fine." Alex wiped her hands off on the washcloth before she tossed it aside and reached up to turn on the shower spray to wash away the blood. She stepped away before the water could reach her and limped over to the Winchester. "What's up? Did Sam go to bed?"