The road from Collingwood Hospital back to Forks took much longer than their breakneck trip there, when Alex, Dean, Sam, and Emmett had rushed at full speed to save a group of idiots who decided, for the sake of a show, to break into a cursed hospital full of ghosts.
Inside the Impala, the air was thick with the heavy smell of dried blood — the aftermath of Alex being literally drenched by a wave of crimson sludge. He still claimed it was "to improve his acting skills," but the stench was very real. Alex and the others could only hope they wouldn't get pulled over by the police — none of them had the strength or desire to explain why there was a guy soaked in blood from head to toe sitting in the car.
Fortunately, the trip went without incident. Although the four of them looked like they had come back from a war — exhaustion clung to them like wet cloaks.
By the time they drove into Forks, it was already around noon. Alex had no intention of going to school — and neither did Emmett.
Alex said goodbye to Dean, Sam, and Emmett, shut the Impala's door, and headed home. As soon as he stepped inside, Samantha met him — she moved forward to hug him, but Alex held up his hands to stop her.
Samantha didn't say anything — she simply nodded in understanding. He was in no condition to be hugged. Even though he could have cleaned his clothes with magic, a hot bath and silence were far more appealing than any spell.
Alex ran a bath, stripped off his blood-soaked clothes, and sank into the hot water, letting the warmth dissolve the tension in his muscles.
He closed his eyes, savoring a rare moment of peace. Visiting that cursed hospital had brought a lot of useful information — and plenty to think about.
But relaxing didn't last long.
A loud voice came from the living room — Samantha, yelling at Chris at full volume, calling him an idiot in nearly every sentence. Alex opened one eye, listening to the argument, and only shook his head.
He didn't blame Chris — the guy had only recently encountered the supernatural and had no idea how dangerous it really was. And he'd chosen the worst possible teachers for "learning" — the Ghostfacers. It was a miracle he wasn't dead yet.
When Samantha finished her tirade, calling Chris a "reckless moron," and switched to talking with Ashley, Alex closed his eyes again and tried to relax.
He wasn't surprised that someone as kind as Samantha could swear so fiercely — especially when someone put others in danger.
Minutes later, the bathroom door creaked softly.
Alex didn't even need to guess — he knew immediately who had entered. A second later, he felt warm fingers gently massaging his scalp. Samantha.
He didn't ask how her conversation with Chris and Ashley had gone — she started telling him herself as she continued massaging his head. Alex only nodded quietly.
"Listen, Sammy…" he drawled, eyes half-closed. "If Chris still wants to sneak around 'haunted houses,' I've got a list of safe, verified places. Better they go there than wander into another cursed site that I'll have to drag them out of again."
Samantha chuckled softly.
"I'll tell him. I know that idiot too well. He's going to poke his nose somewhere anyway. So better Chris and his half-baked hunters wander through safe locations and film their stupid show where they won't end up as ghosts."
Alex smirked but didn't open his eyes — he was already on the edge of falling asleep.
"How's Ashley?" he asked, just to keep from drifting off. "Do I need to bring in a psychologist again to pull her out of another shock?"
"Surprisingly, Ashley handled it well," Samantha said, stopping the massage. "She was more worried about you. It's not every day you see the person who came to rescue you getting washed away by a river of blood."
Then she added:
"The Bureau agents told them all to stay quiet about what happened in the hospital and confiscated all their footage."
"As expected," Alex yawned. "The Federal Bureau of Control exists so people don't find out that the world is crawling with monsters."
Samantha nodded — she understood that as well. If people learned the truth, they would've caused something disastrous long ago. She looked at Alex, submerged in the water, lying calmly with his eyes closed. And then she suddenly decided… to join him.
After removing her clothes, she slipped into the bathtub and pressed herself against his chest, closing her eyes. Alex felt her weight, smiled softly, and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stayed like that for almost an hour, until the water cooled.
Afterward, Alex helped Samantha dry and tie her hair, and they moved to the couch. The moment he lay down, he instantly fell asleep with his arms around her.
He rarely allowed himself to sleep — only when he truly needed rest or when someone he loved was near. Samantha looked at the sleeping Alex, his face buried against her chest, and smiled warmly.
She still found herself surprised by how different he could be: one moment — almost a child, and the next — serious, focused, and frighteningly efficient. Running her fingers through his hair, she closed her eyes and quietly fell asleep beside him.
The next couple of days before the weekend turned out to be packed with events.
In the evenings, Dean and Sam stopped by to brainstorm with Alex, trying to figure out where else fragments of Amara's power could be. And every time, they ran into the same problem: such places were incredibly hard to detect.
And during one of those meetings, Samantha suddenly said something that made all of them pause — that maybe it wasn't only places that could be infected by darkness… but people as well, people capable of freely moving around.
Her words immediately made Alex, Dean, and Sam frown. If she was right, they would have to search not only for specific locations where Amara's power had seeped in, but also for someone who might have become a vessel for that power. Even Dr. Fritkin from Collingwood Hospital had been consumed by darkness — and only as a ghost had he remained bound to the hospital where he died.
But if the vessel was alive, they could hide. Although tracking them would still be possible.
What bothered Dean and Sam the most was the possibility that Crowley might also start taking interest in such people. Alex reminded them that when he and Emmett had dealt with the darkness in Bright Falls, he saw demons arriving in the town.
That clearly meant Crowley was also searching for places infected by darkness — or for individuals tainted by it.
Fortunately, Alex had a huge number of folders containing information on all known cursed places. All that remained was to determine which one of them might be hiding a fragment of Amara's power.
And on top of all that, Alex was buried under school-related tasks. He wanted to finish everything as quickly as possible and receive his certification ahead of time.
Negotiating with the principal of Forks High School turned out to be easier than he expected — Alex managed to secure early certifications for himself, Lucina, and Alice. Of course, he did it with the girls' approval, and he didn't forget to apologize to Alice for the fact that they wouldn't be going to the spring dance.
But Alice only smiled, hugged him, and reminded him that adventures were far more exciting than a dance where a crowd of teenagers would be kissing in corners while teachers pretended to supervise.
As for the Cullen family — they decided that Alice would move in with Alex. Emmett and Rosalie said he needed to get used to the Bunker in Kansas first, and only then would they move there as well to help him with the hunt.
Dean and Sam had been staying at a motel these past few days, even though Alex offered them a place at his home until the move. The brothers refused, but every evening they arrived exactly in time for dinner to eat home-cooked food prepared by Alex.
When Alex said he would also cook at the Bunker, the Winchester brothers were overjoyed — finally, they wouldn't have to survive on diner food. Alex only shook his head, amazed at how little Dean and Sam needed to be happy.
One evening, Dean even managed to get into a fight with GIR, MIMI, and Stitch because Alice had baked some truly delicious pies. And Dean, being a die-hard fan of homemade pastry, simply couldn't ignore it.
He just didn't know that in Alex's house there was a real war for the biggest slice.
Watching Dean argue and fight with GIR, MIMI, and Stitch was absolutely hilarious — especially since he lost and ended up with the smallest piece.
And so the long-awaited weekend came. Alex, Lucina, and Alice received their diplomas, and afterward, they simply spent time at home.
Meanwhile, at the motel where the Winchester brothers were staying, everything went according to their usual routine.
Sam, as always, woke up first. While Dean slept, Sam took the Impala's keys and drove out to get breakfast.
Dean slept so deeply he didn't even notice Sam leaving. But his dream was far from peaceful — Amara appeared in it, acting exactly the way Alex had advised her.
She left subtle hints that she wasn't evil at all.
Dean didn't understand how she had managed to enter his dream. Amara answered with a gentle smile, saying that they were connected, and because of this, she could come to him whenever she wished.
At first, Dean didn't want to listen, constantly reminding her of everything happening in the world because of her.
But Amara replied softly that none of it was her fault. It saddened her that Dean didn't trust her, and she understood why… so she wasn't pushing things too quickly.
Dean watched her warily as she approached him.
"Before I go, Dean… remember this: I will never harm you. Never. And here is my gift to you — so that you can protect yourself while you search for answers about who is right and who is wrong," Amara said gently, placing her hands on his cheeks.
"I don't need anything from you. We'll stop you," Dean tried to resist Amara's influence, but even the thought of hurting her felt impossible.
"Of course, Dean. I believe you'll stop everything," Amara said and placed a small object into his hands.
Dean didn't have time to understand what she had given him — he instantly woke up.
He opened his eyes sharply, gasping for breath — his entire body covered in cold sweat.
Sam, who had just returned from the store, stepped into the motel room and froze when he saw his brother. Dean was sitting on the bed, struggling to breathe, and in his hand was something that should never have been there. An object that was supposed to rest inside a specially made coffin at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, never to fall into Dean's hands again… or anyone else's.
Dean only felt that he was gripping something tightly. He looked down — and saw a blade. If it could even be called a blade.
Its edge was carved from the lower jawbone of a camel, the handle a continuation of that same bone wrapped in darkened leather or sinew. The weapon held no ornament — it didn't need any.
Because it was the very first weapon ever used to kill a human.
The First Blade.
The blade with which Cain had killed his brother Abel, becoming the first human to commit the greatest and most unforgivable sin — fratricide.
Dean stared at Cain's blade in horror, fully aware of where it was supposed to be. He had personally handed the blade to Crowley so it could be hidden forever.
He couldn't understand why Amara had given it to him.
Sam, at that moment, was thinking about something completely different: he was afraid that Dean would lose control again if he held Cain's blade. And even though Dean was no longer the bearer of Cain's Mark, Sam still didn't want to take any risks — he remembered all too well how things had ended last time.
"Dean, let go of the blade. Let me take it from you," Sam said, cautiously stepping closer.
"It's okay, Sammy. I don't feel anything holding it. No thirst for blood, no… nothing," Dean said calmly, examining the blade.
"Where did you get it? It's supposed to be… well, you know where," Sam said, still looking at his brother with clear concern.
"Amara gave it to me. She came to me in a dream. Said it was her gift so I could protect myself while I search for answers," Dean said, turning the blade over in his hand.
"What else did she say? She didn't just show up to hand you the First Blade for no reason," Sam frowned.
Dean got up from the bed and moved to the small table, deciding to explain everything over breakfast.
Sam listened attentively, though his gaze kept drifting back to Cain's blade lying next to his brother.
Dean himself felt completely normal — unlike the first time he had held the blade. There was no pulling darkness, no urge to kill, no strange pressure on his mind.
When Dean finished recounting Amara's words, Sam frowned even more — everything happening sounded far too suspicious.
Dean nodded silently; he also felt that something about this story wasn't right.
"I think we should tell Alex about this. He might know more. Maybe he has his own opinion or additional information," Sam said, finishing his coffee.
"Then let's have breakfast — and head to him. He's moving into the bunker either today or tomorrow," Dean replied.
Sam agreed. After breakfast, the brothers gathered their things.
Dean wanted to pick up Cain's blade, but Sam was faster — he deftly grabbed the weapon, wrapped it in a thick cloth, and tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket.
Dean gave him an empty look but said nothing, understanding that his brother was just worried.
Leaving the motel room, they got into the Impala and drove to Alex's house.
When they arrived, Sam knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, Stitch opened it — and, seeing Dean, immediately tried to close it again. Over the past few days, Dean had been actively fighting them for a piece of pie, and Stitch remembered that all too well.
Besides, the house smelled of freshly baked goods again.
Dean instantly shoved his hand into the crack and stopped the door from closing, catching the scent of the pie with his hunter's instinct.
"Not this time, kid. Today, the victory is mine," he declared, bracing his shoulder.
"Get out! That's not your pie!" Stitch shouted indignantly, trying to push Dean back behind the door.
While Stitch desperately tried to close the door, Dean was just as stubbornly trying to push inside. Sam sighed, pondering the eternal question: why does his brother's intelligence turn negative when food is involved?
Watching Dean argue with a talking dog, Sam tried to stay calm. Lately, this had been happening far too often: the moment any baked goods appeared, Dean was ready to fight even Alex's pets — even if they could talk and behaved like children.
He was already wondering how long this would keep going when Lucina approached and lifted Stitch into her arms. The dog continued to yell indignantly, pawing toward Dean and insisting that he couldn't eat the pie.
Sam and Lucina exchanged tired looks, and Lucina finally let the brothers into the house. Dean and Sam walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
At that moment, Alex came down the stairs from the second floor, drying his wet hair with a towel.
"You're up pretty early today. Don't tell me Dean sniffed out the pie all the way from the motel," Alex said with a smile, sitting in the chair.
"If I had that kind of sense of smell, I'd find a pie anywhere. By the way, what kind of pie is it today?" Dean asked, smirking and leaning back on the sofa.
"Strawberry today. And stop fighting with my little ones over food. You're a grown man — act like it," Alice said, placing a plate of pie in front of him.
"Well, at least I'm not a hundred-year-old vampire pretending to be a schoolgirl," Dean snorted.
"Want to end up without pie?" Alice raised an eyebrow.
"No, ma'am," Dean replied immediately, grabbing the plate with both hands.
Watching Dean hide his piece of pie as if fearing a sudden raid, Alex quietly chuckled and shook his head.
When Alice placed a cup of coffee in front of him, he took a small sip and decided to find out what had brought the brothers over so early. While he drank, Dean explained that Amara had visited him in a dream and what they had discussed.
Alex listened attentively and nodded — after all, he himself had been the one to suggest this approach to Amara. But now he had to pretend genuine surprise and thoughtfulness so as not to raise suspicion.
He asked normal clarifying questions. Dean answered calmly, though he remembered parts of the conversation poorly — it was, after all, a dream. But the meaning was clear: Amara had been trying to hint that she wasn't a villain.
"Did Amara say anything else?" Alex asked, sipping his coffee.
"She didn't speak, but she gave Dean this," Sam replied, pulling a bundle from the inner pocket of his jacket.
Alex raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what Amara had given Dean. When Sam placed the bundle on the table and unwrapped it, Alex's expression changed sharply. Samantha, Lucina, and Alice came closer to see and found a strange bone blade. To them, it was just a weird piece of bone. But not to Alex.
Inside, an uneasy, unpleasant feeling was rising. Even if Cain and Abel weren't his nephews in this universe, the mere existence of the blade hit a nerve.
He had known about the First Blade even before coming to this world, but he preferred not to think about it. He didn't want to relive that same rage that had once swept over him in Valhalla when Zeus killed Adam… and he had nearly committed genocide against the gods.
Alex took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. Lucina, Alice, and Samantha noticed his tension and exchanged glances.
"What kind of bone is that?" Lucina asked quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently stroking it.
"It's the very first weapon in human history," Alex exhaled, letting out smoke. "Cain used this blade to kill Abel. By killing his brother, he became the bearer of the first sin. Later, he received the seal… from Amara's cell, through Lucifer. Cain then became a demon. And later, the seal passed to Dean. All because Dean and Sam… they can be considered direct descendants of Adam's blood."
Lucina, Alice, and Samantha immediately understood why Alex had tensed up at the sight of the blade. Even if Adam in this universe was just a copy created by Chuck, the girls knew how deeply Alex cared about his family and what emotions were flooding him as he looked at this instrument of fratricide. Sam and Dean silently nodded, acknowledging that they understood the situation.
Dean calmly recounted how he had once received Cain's seal and what it led to: how he lost control, what he felt, and how he eventually became a demon after his own death. Alex listened, but inside, he was already trying to understand why Amara had decided to return the blade to Dean's hands and why she had gone so far.
"What did she say when she gave you the blade, Dean?" Alex asked, continuing to study the weapon.
"Amara said it would help me protect myself while I search for answers — to figure out who is truly evil and who is not," Dean replied, shaking his head.
"And what do you want from me, bringing this thing into my house?" Alex asked, rubbing his face wearily with his palm.
"We want to know if there's a way to understand whether the blade will affect Dean again or not," Sam said, explaining the reason for their visit.
Alex nodded briefly and looked at the blade once more. He extended a finger, and the tip was covered with an ink-like pattern. A few precise movements later, a simple magical circle appeared on the table. Dean and Sam didn't flinch — Alex had long ago told them that he could wield magic.
He placed Cain's blade in the center of the circle. Alex already knew that without Cain's mark, the blade wouldn't harm Dean, but its power against the supernatural hadn't diminished — in a dangerous situation, it would be the perfect weapon for a hunter, especially against creatures that could only be killed in a specific way.
The circle glowed softly and went dark after a few seconds.
"I have good news," Alex said, smiling.
"And what's that?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"First, this blade can kill almost any supernatural creature — that shouldn't surprise you. Second, I don't know exactly what Amara did with it, but now it's safe. But there's a catch," Alex said, twirling Cain's blade in his hands.
"And what's the catch?" Dean leaned forward.
"You're the only one who can use it. Amara literally bound the blade to you. No matter how you try to throw it away, lose it, or even if someone steals it — it will always come back to you. But now you'll be able to kill those who are possessed by darkness," Alex said, placing the blade on the table and sliding it closer to Dean.
"Are you sure it won't go crazy again? Last time it was really hard for him to resist the urge to kill," Sam said cautiously, holding his brother back from touching the blade.
"It'll be fine. Now it's a weapon against evil, not a tool to create it," Alex said calmly.
"Don't worry so much, Sammy. Everything will be fine. Worst case, just stop me," Dean smirked, taking Cain's blade in his hands.
Sam eyed Dean warily but nodded. The realization that they finally had a weapon capable of standing against those possessed by darkness felt like the best news in days.
Returning to the discussion, Alex, Dean, and Sam tried to make sense of Amara's words about her not being evil, exploring various possibilities.
During the conversation, Alex noticed Alice's gaze suddenly cloud over, then she smiled and looked directly at him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Alice rose from her seat and headed toward the front door. Sam and Dean exchanged glances and followed her with their eyes — her sudden movement seemed strange.
As soon as Alice reached the door, there was a confident knock. Alex, Dean, and Sam all turned their heads toward the entrance.
Alice opened the door, and standing on the threshold was a woman with copper-red hair and a calm but sharp gray-blue gaze. She wore a dark green bomber jacket with orange accents, a white tank top, black cargo pants, and heavy boots. Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise, while Dean and Sam had no idea who stood before them.
It was Jesse Faden — the current director of the Federal Bureau of Control.
Alice warmly let her into the house, and Jesse returned the gesture with an equally warm but slightly weary smile. Stepping inside, she continued to look over Alex, Sam, and Dean.
"I don't think I need to introduce myself. You were expecting me. Especially after you sent the invitation not just through our janitor, but also through my staff," Jesse said, walking into the living room and taking an empty chair.
"Jesse Faden, Director of the FBC. Did you bring the payment for solving the problems in Bright Falls and Collingwood Hospital?" Alex asked, making sure Sam and Dean knew who was in front of them.
"Possibly. That depends on how our conversation goes. Flores reported that you're currently with the Winchester brothers. Well, that actually makes some things easier," Jesse replied calmly.
"To start, I want to know how well your Bureau understands what's happening right now," Alex got straight to the point.
"Darkness has broken free, anomalies are going crazy. Even our Oldest House has been affected. And this is while the culprits are sitting here drinking tea," Jesse said, taking the cup of coffee Alice had set before her.
"Look, ma'am… we didn't know it would turn out like this. But we're trying to fix it," Dean muttered, crossing his arms.
"I know. The Bureau has been watching you for a long time, even though I haven't been director for very long. Right when the Darkness broke free, the Oldest House was attacked, and an entity from another dimension infiltrated the headquarters," Jesse said without looking away.
"Let's be honest, Jesse. Yes, Dean and Sam screwed up. But they couldn't have known about the Darkness. Those who did know can be counted on one hand. And no one intended to talk — there were reasons for that. But now that it's happened, it's better to work together," Alex said in a calm, confident tone.
Jesse nodded in agreement, her gaze returning to the brothers, who — though awkwardly — nodded as well.
They exchanged information for hours: Alex recounted what he, Sam, and Dean had learned; the brothers added details; Jesse shared what the Bureau had gathered. The conversation stretched on for several hours. When Alex admitted that he had long ago hacked the FBC data system and occasionally used their archives, Jesse just chuckled — as if it were obvious. In her eyes, Alex occupied the same strange, almost mystical niche as Ahti.
In the end, the four of them reached a truce and agreed to work together.
"And Jesse, since we're working together… you don't mind officially adding us to the Bureau, right? Being recognized as FBC agents opens a lot of doors, and we don't need extra problems right now," Alex said while Jesse calmly finished her cookie.
"Do it yourself. You've already hacked our database — go ahead and add yourself and these two. Ahti will give you the badges. He likes you. He drove me crazy talking about that concert you put on at the shore of Caldron Lake," Jesse said.
"Wow, you're strict. How's Alan?" Alex rolled his eyes.
"He's fine. He's being monitored so his abilities don't get out of control. Otherwise, he's living a normal life with his wife in the Oldest House," Jesse replied, pulling out her phone.
"Since we're working for the Bureau now… does that mean we'll get a salary?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"All questions go to your supervisor," Jesse said, pointing to Alex, and stood up. "I need to go back. As director, I can't leave the Oldest House for long."
Sam and Dean simultaneously looked at Alex — he stood there with his mouth open in shock, staring at Jesse, who was heading toward the door with a satisfied smile. Before leaving, she shot him a mischievous glance and pulled open the front door… which did not lead outside.
Instead, a dark corridor stretched out before them, fading into the distance, with a thin white bridge cutting through the darkness.
From the look on her face, Alex understood immediately: this was her little revenge for him hacking the FBC database and his many "expeditions" through the Bureau's archives.
When Jesse disappeared beyond the threshold, the door closed on its own, and Sam and Dean stared at it in shock, having no idea what they had just witnessed.
Alex gave a short explanation:
"She left through an Altered Item. The Director of the Bureau has the privilege of returning to the Oldest House from anywhere."
"So… we're officially agents now. And how are we getting paid? I'm expecting a nice raise, by the way," Dean said, putting on his most serious face.
"You'll get your salary… Alice, sweetheart? Is anyone else going to show up in our house today? Or can we finally move?" Alex shot Dean a blank, tired look.
"No, no one else will come! We can move!" Alice said happily.
"Want some help? Packing your stuff… boxes, bags?" Sam offered.
"We've got a lot of things, but we also have this." Alex pulled a long staff out of his inventory.
"I don't know what kind of trick that is, but I want one," Dean said with absolute seriousness.
"It's a spatial inventory. Easy enough to make, you just need the right space. And now — time to pack our bags and get ready to move," Alex said, standing up.
"I'll book a private jet to transport everything — including the car. Dean, Sam, do you two need tickets?" Alice asked, pulling out her phone.
"A private jet? Where did you get that kind of money?" Dean asked, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Oh, did I not mention? We're kind of rich. Booking a private jet isn't a problem. None of us want to spend two days rattling around in a car all the way to Kansas. And don't worry about the cars: I'll store mine and yours in the inventory," Alex said, giving a thumbs-up.
"Then I'm in! Always wanted to feel like a first-class passenger," Dean smirked.
Sam nodded as well — the thought of a two‑day drive definitely didn't appeal to him right now.
Alex smiled and, together with the girls, began packing their things. When Alice finished placing the order, she announced the exact departure time. Everything was packed quickly — documents, gadgets, clothes — and it was time for brief goodbyes. Alex and Alice stopped by the Callens': they said their farewells quickly, lightly, and without drama — they could return anytime.
Once everything was settled, Alex and the girls got into the Impala and headed toward the airport. In an inconspicuous alley, Alex stored both cars in the inventory, and the whole group continued on foot. Since they were using a private jet, they avoided lines, security checks, and long waits for boarding.
"Now this is what I call comfort. And are there flight attendants to bring drinks?" Dean asked, settling into his seat while the pilots prepared for takeoff.
"Well, we've got six of them. There they are… But I can't promise you'll get your drink," Alex said, nodding toward GIR, MIMI, Stitch, Claptrap, Ichiko, and Nico — all dressed as flight attendants.
"So basically, you won't get your drinks, Dean," Sam said quietly, smirking.
"Alright, get comfortable. Flight's about three hours. You can read, watch movies — whatever you want," Alex said, pulling out a portable game console.
Lucina had already settled in with a book; Alice and Samantha were watching a series together. GIR, MIMI, Stitch, Claptrap, Ichiko, and Nico forgot they were "flight attendants" within a minute and were already making a racket playing video games. Sam turned on an audiobook and closed his eyes. Dean settled next to Alex, intending to play with him.
The seatbelt sign chimed, and the plane gently lifted off.
And so ended Alex's chapter in Forks — and the next stage of his plan to defeat Chuck began.
To be continued…
(First, I want to brag: I completed Control 100%, collected everything there was to collect, found everything there was to find, and earned literally every achievement. Hehehe. Now, onto my plans. Next up, the plot involves finding Amara, kicking Crowley in the ass a couple of times, and all that. And then there's Wednesday's plot. How could I pass that up? At first, I thought Wednesday would somehow magically summon Alex, using the power of the mega-plot. But then I thought, meh, that's not interesting. Although it sounded exciting. What else can I say? Well, now Alex is an FBC agent. And that's it, I think.)
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