The second meeting.
Alex was surprised when John called her after she had finished up with her last class of the day. It had been a few weeks since she had heard from him. The way he talked, John Winchester seemed like a pretty busy guy. She didn't sweat it though, a distant father was better than none at all. She was willing to take whatever contact was convenient
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"I only said that because as far as the prophetic dreams go, I have that one a lot. I didn't know it was...personal" I locked eyes with Sam. "And I don't work on the wrong side. I help people."
That would have sounded more convincing if I didn't feel like every word that was coming out of my mouth was hurting them.
"Its always the same with the dream. There's a beautiful woman in a white nightgown on a ceiling. She has dark eyes and hair, and there's a wound on her stomach, like someone tried to...she's bleeding and in pain. I wake up as she bursts into flames." I rubbed my eyes tiredly. "I've tried to do research on what kind of demon would do that...but I always came up empty." I'm supposed to play a part in this, I just wish I could figure out how.
"Again, I'm just really sorry."
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"No, Alex I didn't mean that you were...the demon we were talking about, all I meant was he could try to possess you or do something else that could affect you. Your being a slayer wouldn't protect you from him but I didn't mean I thought you were evil." Because I've been fooled before but Dad is a hell of a lot sharper about that kind of thing and if he thought she was fine then she was.
Dark eyes, dark hair, it's not mom or Jess then. But always the white nightgown, it's like they dress to be sacrificed or something without even knowing it.
"Mom and Jess had blonde hair, you're dreaming about someone else. Maybe someone we're supposed to save." I manage a tired smile feeling more connected to this woman who is my sister than I had till now. Somehow that Winchester 'this is my family and nobody fucks with it but me' had hopped right into my attitude for her already.
"I have dreams like that too, I see people in trouble or people who are connected to the demon somehow. I saw you dancing in my vision, you looked happy."
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"I'm a crappy hostess. Would either of you like a cup of coffee, or maybe a beer?" I should have asked them that earlier, but I wasn't really thinking about it. Meeting my brothers for the first time had me distracted. And now I have even more to think about, but at least we're all getting to the same page.
All of us except for Dean. I guess Sam will fill him in later. I'm sure he'll find out one way or another. It would have been nice if he had given me a chance, but maybe that's just too much to ask of him. He doesn't owe me anything, I shouldn't take it personally.
I do a little, but that's not anyone's fault. We're all stuck in a really weird situation. Besides, he still might come around eventually. I'm not expecting anything, but a girl can hope.
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I wish Dean had stayed, she wasn't going to understand his running off like that. I couldn't explain in front of Dad either.
"Coffee please." Although that would leave me and Dad alone in the same room which could be a bad choice.
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