The Nephilim and the Antichrist

Death and Decisions

Alex's POV

I wake up in my room in the bunker. The first thing I noticed is one of my eyes was covered. I looked around my room. My father is beside me, his hands in his hair and his head down. I tried to bump him with my wing; It hurt to move it, so I ended up making a hissing sound instead. I gained his attention. He looked up and hugged me carefully. His wings were wrapped around me. The warmth of his wings felt like the warmth of a soft blanket. I broke down crying in my father's arms. I was home. My father started stroking my hair. Not much later, Zizi came in. They came up slowly towards me.

"Alex... Oh my Chuck..." they fall on their knees, "I'm so sorry!" I look at them carefully. They were crying. I ask my father to leave in Enochian. He lets me go and leaves. I open my wings slowly to embrace them in a hug. They come up and hug me slowly, "I'm sorry, mi angelito," they say through tears, "I shouldn't have let you unattended."

I hold on to Zizi and let them cry. They look up at my face and run a thumb over my injured eye. They grab my hand and examine it. My father couldn't heal it that well. There were scars on my fingertips and a linear scar on the back of my hand and palm of it. They look at my abdominal area. It was mostly covered in bandages where both the demons ended up burning me with holy-fire. They hurt a lotta bit, but it didn't hurt if I didn't focus too much on it.

Zizi then proceded to do something odd: their voice went from the usual semi-deep to a less forced-sounding high-pitched voice. "Alex, I'm going to be honest with you," they took a deep breath in, "I know the demon that tortured you..."

"Wh-which one?"

"I knew it wasn't just Marax!" They said a bit triumphantly, which concerned me. They regained themselves, "Cariño, I'm going to need you to tell me the description of the other demon."

I went into a frenzy trying to describe the second demon and watching Zizi pass a pencil over paper. When they finished, I was back at the warehouse.

Jamie's POV

When I finished drawing, I saw that Alex had gone stiff. I also noticed he was shaking terribly. I hadn't shown him the picture, if that's what you're thinking. I went up slowly to him. His eyes darted in my direction, and he started thrashing out and shouting. I started block what he was throwing and started to pin him down. I shouted out for the Winchester brothers and prayed to their husbands so they could get here and help. Sam and Dean came in and helped me pin Alex down. Gabriel and Castiel came in a few seconds later. The Winchesters and I couldn't hold him down long before he broke free again: He managed to slip our grip and started to attack us, mainly me. Castiel teleported behind Alex and held him while Gabriel pressed his index and middle fingers on Alex's forehead and knocked him out.

"What happened, JR?" Sam asked me.

"I'm not sure... he was fine before this... I-" I looked at the paper lying face down on the table beside Alex's bed, "I'll be back."

Sam's POV

I look to Dean, Cas, and Gabe. We all knew what was going to happen.

"Sammy," Dean started, "We can't keep them here! I mean, Jamie is one thing, but Alex and Chris? Those two can bring a danger to both our families now that they're together! Every monster in existence is already out for all three of them now that they're all basically under one roof!"

"I know Dean. I already had an idea in mind," everyone looked at me expectantly, "We're sending them with Jamie. Jamie and I have been discussing about where Alex and Chris would be safer and they could still hunt. They're going to Mexico."

"Mexico?" Castiel asks in unison with Dean.

"They have family there. Not hunter family, but family."

Jamie's POV

I walk into an alleyway where I know no one ever enters or sees. I lay out a summoning ritual and start summoning Marax.

"Well," I hear his voice behind me. I turn quickly to look at him, "I never thought you would summon me."

"Why the fuck would you torture my Godson, Marax?!" I ask hostily.

He laughs. The walls surrounding us echoed his laugh. It sounded somewhat nervous and somewhat pissed, "That was your Godson? Wow. You have really stooped so low, Jamie. Low enough that you become family with the Winchesters!" I held my ground. I was not OK with what he had done. I pulled out my angel blade and held it level to his throat. He laughed. He knocked the blade out of my grip and pinned me to the wall, "Now, I know you'd never summon someone without something in your mind. What do you want?" He asks in an almost seductive voice.

I pushed him off me causing him to fall to the floor. I grab the paper from my pocket and throw it at him. He opens it, "Who is that? He tortured Alex, too! And I know you want to see the light of another day, so if you don't want to die, TELL ME WHO HE IS!!!" I say hostily, my spare blade at hand. The shadows of the walls were cast to where only half of Marax's face was covered. The shadows made his smirk more sinister than what it was intended to be, "That idiot," he starts, "is Raum. He's such a fucking idiot. I TOLD him to not do anything!"

I start backing away. My phone starts ringing. I know that it couldn't be good. I pull out my phone while still looking at Marax. I answer the phone and hear Callie's voice, but it's shaky and weak, "J-Jamie... Love?"

"Callie?" I look at Marax and shoo him off. He looks at me with worry and leaves as I asked, "Callie, baby! Where are you? Are you OK? Stay right where you are I'm coming for you!" I track her phone and head to where her location is at.

"Jamie... I-I'm sorry. I thought I could handle it..." She says. Her voice was trailing off. I make it to her location quickly since it wasn't too far. I run up to her and see her on the ground. She was bleeding out. I ran up to her, fall to my knees, and lift her onto my lap. I look at her and see a scratch mark similar to mine over her right eye, a gash on her right side, and other little scratch wounds. I apply pressure as best as I could onto her gash, "My love..." She puts her hand on my face, blood from where she had been holding her wounds smeared onto my face. I grab her hand and hold it, "... I... I love you... take this," she hands me a small box, "I'm so... so- sorry."

"Baby, It's ok. You did your best," I let a few tears roll down my face. I couldn't handle this.

"Hijo de una chingada," She said as her wound hurt her a little.

"Hey," I said softly, "cuida lo que dices, que si me salgo de aqui, de doy YO una chingada..." We both laugh together one last time at the memory of how we first met. I gave her one last kiss as she drew her last breath. When I pulled away, I let myself break. I had lost what was keeping me stable- I had lost my other half, the best side of me, and the love of my life.