FIB, Chapter 4

Dean woke up early and drove over to Alex’s house. After he pulled up in the driveway, he took a deep breath and climbed out of his car. He walked up to the front door and knocked three times, waiting patiently.

After a short while, he saw a shadow walk up to the window before the door slowly opened.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Hi,” she answered quietly. Alex stared at Dean for a minute, not really surprised that he was there.

Dean cleared his throat at the silence, feeling uncomfortable. “Can I come in?”

Alex nodded her head and pulled the door open further for him. She watched Dean enter her house as she closed and locked her front door.

Dean turned around and looked back at Alex. “So… Where’s Kyle?”

“Work,” Alex responded and walked into the living room where she left Hana in the playpen. She sat down on a stool, looking down at her daughter.

Dean scratched the back of his head, unsure what he should say. Nothing came to mind, so he decided to just take his coat off first. He placed it on the couch and sat down across from Alex and the baby.

“Wow, she’s getting big, huh?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t seem that long ago.”

Dean sighed and decided to get it out of the way. “Listen, Alex, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that you thought I was dead. Trust me, this is the last thing I wanted, was for you to go through that,” Dean explained with sincerity in his voice.

Alex looked up at Dean. “Yeah, well, it’s kind of hard to forget, Dean. All of that suffering... Heartache... It's all crystal clear. Like a bad memory.”

"I wish I could take that back. I honestly do. You didn’t deserve that." Dean felt awful. He didn't want her to suffer again like she had when parents and friends died.

"It's not your fault, Dean,” Alex whispered.

Dean looked at Alex in confusion. "I'm sorry, but I am missing something here?"

"Come on, Dean,” Alex said, looking over to him. “It's not your fault that I have nightmares."

Her words cut through Dean's gut like a knife. He was afraid to ask, but he needed clarification.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. "You had nightmares... about me?"

There was a long pause from Alex. She didn't want to tell him, because she knew he would ask her questions. The fear she had seen in his eyes and heard in his voice, echoed in her mind. The yelling and screaming, piercing her memory. How was she supposed to tell him? Would he get mad at her?

Violent images of Dean smacking her face started to replay in Alex's mind as she pondered whether to answer his question.

After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a minute, Alex finally answered him.

"... Yes,” she answered in a shaky voice.

Dean’s eyes widened. "In hell?"

"... Yes."

They were both silent as Alex avoided looking at Dean. She knew what the next question was going to be, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"Could you feel it?" Dean asked with concern.

A tear built up in Alex’s eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say it, so she just nodded her head.

Dean didn’t know what to do. She looked so scared of him. Dean finally whispered, "I'm so sorry."

They were both silent as Dean took in this new information.

“There’s more,” Alex said after a while.

“What?” Dean looked at her confused. What more could there possibly be?

“I… I know what they made you do… in hell.”

“You…” Dean was shocked and even more worried and upset than before. “How?”

Alex shook her head. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Alex, please. I need to-”

“Dean,” Alex cut him off. “If you really care, you won’t ask me to tell you that.”

Although he wanted to know, Dean nodded his head. “Ok.”

Alex placed her hand on her forehead and groaned.

“Something wrong?” Dean asked, getting ready to stand up.

“No,” Alex waved a dismissive hand towards him and stood up. “I think I just need to rest for a while. Can you watch Hana for me?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve been around a kid, but it shouldn’t be too hard. Like riding a bicycle, right?” Dean smirked.

Alex held her head again and groaned, “Yeah.” She walked to her room and sat on her bed with her head resting in her hands.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sam had stayed a motel overnight before he went to find the address that Luisa had given him.

As soon as he woke up, he got dressed and drove off to find the right house. He found the driveway, but he drove past it, seeing multiple cars in the long driveway.

The large house was on a farm and had a huge cornfield behind it. Sam had no clue what he was up against, but he brought his gun with him. For all he knew it was just Luisa’s crazy ex-boyfriend, but Sam had a feeling that this was bigger.

Sam parked the Impala down the road and walked through the woods that led up to the house. When he made it to the driveway, he ducked behind cars, making his way to the house. He ducked under windows until her found a basement window that had a latter in it that was used as an escape route in case there was a fire.

Looking around, Sam pulled out his pocket knife and used it to open the clear plastic dome that kept people from falling down the hole. Once the lid was off, Sam carefully climbed down the small hole, keeping close to the side of the small space. He ducked down and peered through the side of the window to see if there was anyone around.

The basement was faintly lit up by a small light bulb. In the middle of the vast space he could see two figures. One was covered in blood and barely recognizable, but the other looked familiar. It was Luisa.

Sam decided it was safe and carefully pulled the window open, and climbed inside. He made his way over to Luisa, who was sitting on the floor, tied up to a post.

“Sam?” she said in a weak voice.

“Hey. Shh. I’m gonna get you out of here. Hang on.” He crouched down behind her and untied her wrists.

“Can you walk?” Sam whispered, looking around in case somebody showed up.

“No.”

Sam picked her up and carried her over to the window.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

“What?” Sam stopped walking.

“It’s a trap. They want to kill us,” she whispered.

“Who?”

“This is going to sounds insane, but my ex-boyfriend… He’s a vampire.”

Sam’s eyes widened as he held Luisa. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Just then Matt jumped down the hole by the open window and climbed through. Sam quickly turned around and saw three more vampires blocking the staircase. A female vampire walked up front and smiled at them.

“Remember me, Winchester?” Kate asked.

Sam gulped.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Son of a bitch.

Alex heard the voice echoing in her head. She quickly got up and ran out to Dean.

Dean was sitting on the floor, leaning up against the couch as he held Hana in his lap. He looked up when he heard somebody running into the living room.

“Alex? What’s wrong?” Dean asked as he stood up with Hana in his arms.

“I thought I heard… something.”

“Like what?”

Alex looked at the blank TV screen ad sighed. “Guess it was nothing. Sorry.”

As she turned to walk away, Dean called out to her, “Hey.” She stopped and looked at him.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. Really.” She went to turn around, but Dean stopped her again. She sighed. “Dean, honestly, I’ll be fine.”

“Actually, I wanted to ask if I could borrow your washing machine.”

Alex smiled. “Of course.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The vampires had caught Sam and tied him up to a chair in a bedroom upstairs; facing a window that over looked the cornfield. Fresh blood was coming out of his nose; bruises covered his arms and chest.

“So, you like little Luisa, huh?” Matt asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “That’s too bad, especially with what we have planned for her.”

Sam just glared up at him.

“Honestly, if it was up to me, you would be dead already. But apparently Kate has bigger plans for you and your brother.”

“So, what? You do everything Kate tells you to?” Sam bitterly smirked at him.

Matt smiled and looked over to the closed door. “Actually… No.” He opened his mouth and his second set of teeth extended. He walked over to Sam, who started to struggle against the rope, but Matt had already grabbed his head and clamped down on his neck. Sam let a scream roar out in agony.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Help!

Alex sat up in her bed and ran down into the basement.

“What? What’s wrong?” Alex saw Dean staring at her washing machine with an overwhelmed expression on his face.

“I, uh, need some help, here,” he explained, still staring at the machine.

“You, Dean Winchester, need me, the klutzy girl who gets into trouble, to help you?” Alex asked in disbelief as she walked over to his side.

Dean looked away as he pointed to the washing machine behind him.

“Are you serious?” Alex asked as she walked over to him.

“What? I’m not used this kind.” Dean scratched his head, staring at the white metal machine.

“Why, because there isn’t a coin slot?” Alex snorted as she grabbed the bottle of laundry detergent from the shelf above her washing machine. “First of all, you need to pour some of this in.”

“I was getting to that,” Dean said, defensively.

Alex glanced at him with a questioning look, as she poured the clear blue liquid into a small cup. When she was done, she poured the liquid on top of his dirty clothes that he dumped into the machine. Alex paused for a minute and leaned in closer.

“Is that… Is that blood?”

“Well…”

“What on earth…?” Alex trailed off as she looked at all of the blood. “Your job is insane.”

Dean was about to make a comment, but the look on Alex’s face made him change his mind. She was staring at his black t-shirt, the one he wore when he climbed out of his grave.

I know it is, but if we don’t save these people, who will?

Alex sighed and said, “I guess you’re right.”

Dean’s eyes widened, “What did you just say?”

“I said that you were…” Alex turned and looked at Dean, noticing his stunned expression. “What?”

“What did I say?” he repeated the question with more determination to find an answer.

“Dean, what does-?”

Dean cut her off and grabbed her shoulders. “What did you hear me say?”

“You said that you know it is, but if you didn’t save those people, then who would?” Alex stared at Dean and started to get worried. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t say that out loud, Alex.”

Alex was quiet for a minute before she asked, “What?”

“I thought that. I didn’t say it.”

“Oh, no,” Alex whispered. “You mean I… read your mind or something?”

“I don’t know what you did. Although, now I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable around you, with you listening in my head.”

Alex wasn’t paying attention to what Dean was saying; her mind was running things over from the last few months.

“Dean, I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest. It’s really important.”

“Okay, sure.” Dean was hoping that she wouldn’t ask if he knew what was going on, because he had no idea. But then again if she could hear him, then wouldn’t she be able to hear that?

“If this isn’t true, I’ll probably sound nuts and my therapist was right. But, did you fight a shapeshifter that had a thing for classic monster movies?”

“Yes.” Dean stared at her in awe. “How did you know that?”

“I, um, heard Sam think it… a week ago.” Alex poured a little stain remover on Dean’s clothes and closed the lid. She adjusted the settings and pressed the start button. “And I saw it.”

“You what?”

Alex sighed. “Remember those nightmares? Well, I kept having them, even after you got out of hell.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but, ah, what else did you see?”

“You guys shooting ghosts of people you knew at one time. But they wanted to kill you,” she explained and waited for a response.

Dean nodded his head. “What else?”

“I saw a guy turn into a monster and almost kill you. I saw you screaming like a little girl and Sam worrying about you, because you were sick or something. And I saw your mom and dad when they were kids, along with our grandparents.”

Dean stared, open mouthed at Alex. He didn’t know what to say without freaking her out.

“Did that all happen, Dean?” Alex hesitantly asked him.

“Yeah, everything.”

“Oh, no,” Alex whispered and stared at Dean in horror.

“What?”

“It gets worse.”

“How could it get worse? I mean, have you heard the things you’ve told me today?” Dean asked, overwhelmed with this new information.

“Sam’s in trouble.”