Desolation Comes Upon the Sky

Bloodlines

September 1st, 2014
Lebanon, Kansas

"You sure there's not more?"

Alex paused outside the kitchen, head tipped at Dean's strange words. She pulled her earbuds out of her ear, frowning as she pressed herself up against the wall. "No, that's it." Sam was there too, his voice soft and quiet, and the angel's frown deepened. "Evelyn Greysen Ross. Born in Stillwater, Minnesota. Mother died in 2003, and her father disappeared in 2008. She was put into the system. Her first foster family died in 2012 — fatal hit and run. The report says Alex — Evelyn — was found holding the family's biological son in her lap. She must have pulled him out herself. She went to a second foster family and was hit by a truck December 2013."

"Is that all?" A chair creaked as Dean leaned against it. "That's all you found?"

"Well, so far, but there isn't much else I can dig up. She didn't post on any social media, only had a small, close-knit friend group. There were a few reports of domestic fights between the foster mom and her, but it never came to anything."

"So everything she said checks out," Dean finished, and Alex scowled; was that relief of disappointment in his voice? Sam must have nodded, because the Winchester sighed. "Okay, great. But why lie?"

Alex's phone dinged, and the Winchesters fell silent. The angel yanked her phone out to quiet it, but the damage had been done. "Alex?"

Alex winced at the sound of her name, and she looked down at her cell to see who had caused her discovery. It was Crowley, and the angel scowled as she read the text. New job. Get it done. A link was sent alongside it, and Alex read the header as she stepped into the kitchen. "Uh, hey." She kept her cool as she looked at the two brothers, but their faces were unreadable. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Dean crossed over to the fridge, and Alex sank into the chair across from Sam. "How about you? I thought you were sleeping."

"I woke up." Alex shrugged with a thin frown. She glanced over at Sam, thankful to see that he at least looked guilty. She turned her attention down onto the article that she had been sent. "Um, I might have a case for us, though. Chicago. A man went into a club and killed almost all of the occupants — ripped them to shreds with some kind of Wolverine-esque weapon. There's a witness — a cop named Ennis — who saw the thing kill his girlfriend." Alex clicked the link and handed her phone to Sam. "Definitely sounds like our kind of thing, so I was headed over there. You two are welcome to join."

She watched as Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "You are going to go hunting yourself?" Dean pulled out a beer, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"You are really going to start drinking at nine am?" Alex retorted sharply.

Sam handed Alex her phone back and opened his laptop. "I saw something about it, but I haven't had time to read it yet," he said. "Sounds like it could be our type of thing, though."

"How'd you hear about it?" Dean cracked open his drink and walked back over to them.

Alex steadily held his gaze and gave him a half-hearted shrug. "It was in my newsfeed," she lied. "It caught my eye." She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed as she looked between him and Sam. "So. What have you two been up to?"

The guilt was back in Sam's eyes, but Dean remained unfazed. "Depends on how much you heard," he replied breezily, and despite herself, Alex grinned in amusement.

"I think I heard enough." She pulled her legs up underneath of her, and the humor left her voice. "You were looking into me. You still don't trust me, do you?"