Desolation Comes Upon the Sky

Alex Annie Alexis Ann

August 24th, 2010
Lebanon, Kansas

Alex followed the hallway down towards the library, brushing her wet hair back over her shoulders. She paused briefly to mindlessly tug on the collar of her old t-shirt before she dropped her hand back down to her side, tucking it within the pocket of her sweatpants. Up ahead, she could hear Sam and Dean talking in hushed voices, their words too soft for her to make out meaning, but she paid them little attention, her mood too good to be spoiled by whatever gruesome death the brothers were discussing.

They hadn't been there when she had arrived back at the bunker, and the angel had retired to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower after her long drive back from Oregon. Castiel had reluctantly remained behind, necessity taking him down a different highway, but Alex could still feel the brush of his skin against hers, and the back of her neck tingled at the tangible memory of his lips against her hairline. A smile grew across her lips, and the angel quickly did her best to quell it as she stepped into the library.

"Hey." Alex shoved her other hand into her pocket as both brothers looked up, and her merriment immediately died; The grave looks on their faces had her frowning, and she stopped just inside of the doorway. "Uh ... everything okay?"

"I found this in your room." Dean shoved something across the table, and Alex's heart plummeted at the sight of Bobby's last gift. "I don't suppose you were going to tell us about this, either."

"W-What? What the hell! That's none of your business!" Alex hurried forward and snatched the folder up into her arms, pressing it into her chest as she glared up at Dean. "It was meant for me, not for you!" She looked over at Sam, searching for support, but the Winchester's face was twisted in hurt and betrayal. "You — you didn't read it, did you? It's not yours! Sam!"

"How long have you known?" Sam's voice was quiet, and Alex hugged the folder closer to her chest. "Have you been lying all this time?"

My name is Alex. I'm a hunter, I'm an angel, my mate is Castiel. The mantra ran through her mind as she stared at Sam. "I-I ..." she stuttered, searching for words. "What do you mean?" Dean stepped around the table, and Alex's hand went out to keep the Winchester at bay. "Hey," she snapped, and her voice took on an authoritative deepness. "Hey, hey, hey. Let's just stay calm about this —"

"Stay calm? Everything about you was a lie, and you want me to stay calm?" Dean stepped forward, and Alex tried to deflect the incoming arm. She twisted, doing her best to keep her folder out of his grasp, but Dean's reach knocked her off balance, and she fell. The folder hit the ground, and Dean planted his foot on top of it, pinning it to the ground.

"Get off!" Alex threw herself against Dean's legs, but the large Winchester didn't budge. "Dean!" Gabriel's grace boiled within her, and Alex's eyes glowed golden as she glared upwards. "Get off!"

She shoved Dean back again, and the force of her grace-infused action had the Winchester falling back across the table. The room fell silent, but Alex didn't care. She gathered up Bobby's file into her arms, smoothing down the crumpled edges.

She heard Dean get back to his feet, ready to pick a fight, but then Sam was there, pushing himself in-between them. "Dude, yelling at her won't do any good," he murmured, and Alex hugged the papers tight. "She's not going to talk if you try and scare her." Dean started to protest, but Alex glanced up to watch Sam put a hand on his brothers chest to keep him back. "Let me talk to her. Go wait outside."

Dean stalked away, and Alex busied herself by smoothing down the wrinkled edges of Bobby's last handwritten note. Tears stung her eyes, and she sniffled to try and keep them in as Sam knelt down in front of her. "He ripped it," she whimpered, running her fingers across where Dean's heel had tore the bottom of the page.