As Alex had expected, the drive to Sioux Falls took a little over four hours — and only because Dean never slowed down once. All that time, Alex lay calmly in the back seat of the Impala, staring at the ceiling and occasionally listening to music.
Even on the road, Sam didn't stop trying to find anything that might help deal with Amara. Dean, on the other hand, spent the entire drive singing, methodically getting on Sam's nerves. Because of that, Sam couldn't properly focus on either reading or searching for useful information.
Somewhere around the middle of the trip, Enid texted Alex, telling him that they had already arrived at the nursing home where a pensioner had died under mysterious circumstances right in his own room. Alex grew curious about how exactly the girls were going to investigate the case.
The answer came about an hour later — in the form of a photo. In the picture, Lucina, Alice, Samantha, Enid, and Wednesday were dressed in nurses' uniforms from the nursing home. All of them except Wednesday: as usual, she was dressed in black, standing out sharply against the identical uniforms.
The only thing Alex hoped for was that Wednesday, with her appearance and behavior, wouldn't give the poor elderly residents a premature heart attack while they were hunting for the monster. He texted the girls, asking them to keep an eye on Wednesday — just in case.
The reply came quickly. Another message arrived with a photo: Wednesday, wearing a cold, detached expression, was tending to an elderly man whose face looked as though Death itself was about to come for him.
Alex couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. His laughter immediately drew Sam's and Dean's attention. He showed them the photo.
Dean just smirked, but Sam grew thoughtful.
"Why is she always dressed in black?" he asked.
"She's allergic to colors," Alex replied calmly. "That's why she only wears black."
Sam looked at him in confusion, stayed silent for a couple of seconds, then simply nodded, deciding not to dig deeper into the topic.
Some time later, the Impala drove into Sioux Falls. Alex looked out the window and immediately noted that the town was almost no different from Forks — just as small, quiet, and at first glance completely harmless.
That is, of course, if you don't remember that once upon a time the dead rose from their graves here and returned home. And all of it happened simply because the previous Death decided to deliver a message to Dean and Sam that way.
"Not a bad town," Alex remarked, addressing the brothers. "Even a pleasant one. Despite everything that happened here before."
"You mean the zombie uprising?" Sam уточнил, slightly turning his head.
"Yeah. A pretty original way to deliver a message," Alex smirked. "Instead of sending a Reaper, old Death staged a mini-apocalypse. An interesting approach."
"I hope you're not planning to send messages the same way?" Dean asked with a grin. "Or should I start preparing for a zombie apocalypse already?"
"I'm not that bored," Alex replied lazily, waving his phone. "I gave the reapers phones. Let them text or call instead of popping up out of nowhere. The old guy just liked doing things the old-fashioned way."
"You know, I'm not even surprised," Sam chuckled.
Soon the Impala pulled up to Jody Mills's house. Alex glanced out the window and immediately noticed the sheriff's pickup truck parked by the garage. Once again, he caught himself thinking that in towns like these, sheriffs always seemed to drive pickup trucks.
Dean parked the Impala behind Jody's vehicle, and they got out. Alex stretched, lit a cigarette, and automatically smoothed down his wrinkled haori.
Before knocking, Dean shot Alex a warning look, making it perfectly clear that he shouldn't even think about hitting on Claire or Alex Jones. Alex just rolled his eyes in response.
Dean knocked.
The door opened almost immediately, and Jody appeared on the threshold. Alex peeked out from behind Sam's shoulder and looked at her closely. Even though Jody was over forty, she looked noticeably younger than her age.
When she saw Dean and Sam, she looked surprised at first, then broke into a wide smile.
"Dean, Sam, good to see you. What brings you here? And who's this handsome newcomer?" Jody asked, shifting her gaze to Alex.
"We're glad to see you too, Jody. This is Alex. The story of how we met is a long one," Dean replied, hugging her. "Mind if we come in?"
"Of course, come on in. And you too, Alex, make yourself at home," Jody said, hugging Sam as well.
Alex smiled warmly, nodded, and put out his cigarette. Dean and Sam went in first, Alex last. As he passed Jody, he noticed her giving him an appraising look from head to toe. As usual, the first things that caught the eye were his eye color and his overall appearance — far too striking to go unnoticed.
Once inside the house, Alex looked around and immediately spotted Claire Novak and Alex Jones sitting in the living room, arguing heatedly about something. Dean and Sam smiled faintly as they watched the scene. Jody closed the door and sighed tiredly. For her, arguments like these had long become routine.
"Alright, you two, that's enough," she said sternly. "The guys didn't come here to listen to your constant bickering."
Then she looked at Dean and Sam.
"Dean, Sam, I hope everything's peaceful? I didn't call you here for nothing, did I?"
"I was the one who called," Claire spoke up, getting up from the couch and heading toward her room. "About the monster that for some reason you don't consider a monster."
As she walked off to her room, Claire shot a glance at Alex, who was standing there with a perfectly calm expression, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his haori.
Noticing that look, Dean's eyelid twitched ever so slightly. Alex just shrugged, making it clear he had absolutely nothing to do with it. Alex himself already thought of Claire as a potential future niece. In his eyes, she was essentially his brother's daughter.
Claire, meanwhile, kept glancing back at Alex as she left — mostly at his appearance and his clothes. After all, she was a teenager, and good-looking guys caught her attention too. And Alex's looks were very much her type.
Even Alex Jones gave him an appraising look, lingering on his clothes and overall style, which matched his attractive face surprisingly well.
"Claire, you've got to be kidding me. We already talked about this. Dean, you should've called so we wouldn't come for nothing," Jody said, watching Claire go, then turning to Dean.
"Well, we're already here anyway. Why not just stop by?" Dean replied with a light smile.
"You know, some backup really wouldn't hurt. I was just about to make dinner. Since you're here, I'll put another chicken in the oven," Jody said with a smile and headed for the kitchen.
"Better make it two…" Dean called after her, then looked at Alex and Sam.
"What, you didn't eat at home? I made a pretty hearty lunch," Alex asked, looking at Dean with an empty, tired stare.
"I got really hungry on the drive. I wanna eat now," Dean said, rubbing his stomach.
Alex just sighed, shook his head, and went over to the couch. Alex, Dean, and Sam sat down in the living room while Jody prepared dinner in the kitchen with Alex Jones helping her.
Sitting on the couch, Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket and habitually started scrolling through the news. Dean, meanwhile, kept glancing toward the kitchen, from where the appetizing smell of food was drifting in. Alex shot him a brief look and shook his head again.
He remembered perfectly well that last time, when Dean had been seriously injured, Amara's power had restored his body, and after waking up, he had been tormented by a savage hunger. Right now, the situation was exactly the same — after Dean had been slightly hit by the shot from the Heavenly Gun, the one the angels had used to try to kill Amara.
An hour later, dinner was ready.
Jody came out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel, and invited everyone to the table. Alex followed Dean and Sam and sat down with the others.
He didn't mind eating something he hadn't cooked himself — especially if it was home-cooked food. The only thing he hoped was that he hadn't spoiled Dean and Sam too much with his own cooking, considering how they had been eating over the past month.
But all his worries instantly faded when Dean, without the slightest hesitation, began shoving chicken and potatoes into his mouth, completely ignoring the vegetables.
"Dean. Vegetables," Alex said without looking up, continuing to eat.
"Yes, Mommy," Dean replied flatly, yet still served himself some vegetables.
Jody, holding a glass of wine, watched with a faint smirk.
Sam quietly chuckled at Dean — he was always amused at how Alex repeatedly forced his brother to eat vegetables, which Dean stubbornly refused to acknowledge as food.
Dean glanced at the contents of his plate, poked at the vegetables with his fork, and looked at Alex. Alex calmly met his gaze.
Dean smirked and deliberately popped a stalk of asparagus into his mouth, showing that he was indeed eating. Alex rolled his eyes and returned to his meal.
"Dean Winchester is eating vegetables. That's something new," Jody said with a smile.
"I don't have a choice. They're making me eat this grass. I love meat, not vegetables," Dean said, shooting a glance at Alex.
"Then next time, you'll cook for yourself. I do this out of the kindness of my heart so you don't have to survive on roadside diners' slop," Alex replied, looking at Dean with a faint smirk.
Dean's hand, holding the fork, froze midair when he heard Alex's words. He looked at him with open horror.
Alex responded with an impassive look, making it clear he was absolutely serious.
Sam, sitting next to Dean, just chuckled. He understood perfectly well that Dean would never refuse the food Alex cooked for him.
Jody looked at Alex with even greater surprise. He had managed to put Dean Winchester in his place — and that genuinely piqued her interest. She was increasingly curious to understand what had happened between them during the time they hadn't seen each other.
"Guys, I can see a lot has happened while you've been away. And Alex, right?… You're a hunter too?" Jody asked with a smile.
"Partially. I'm also an official federal agent, like Sam and Dean," Alex replied with a slight smile.
"Don't you think you're a bit young for such a position? And you…" She shifted her gaze to the brothers. "When did you guys become federal agents? Tired of pretending to be FBI agents and decided to make it official?" Jody asked, surprised.
"We're not FBI agents. And it's a pretty strange story to explain fully," Sam said thoughtfully. "Let's just say we're kind of part-time employees."
"My God, guys… What have you gotten yourselves into now?" Jody sighed, setting her wine glass on the table.
"We haven't really gotten into anything," Dean waved off. "It just kind of happened. Thanks to Alex, we're now working for a secret federal bureau that handles all sorts of paranormal stuff. And, I have to admit, they do it pretty well. I've even been to their headquarters… it was something else."
"You forgot to mention that the Bureau has a full file on you and Sam," Alex said calmly, casting Dean an empty look. "And that the two of you don't exactly have the best reputation among the Bureau agents."
"Maybe we should get to the case?" Claire interjected. "Three people are missing."
Dean and Sam looked at her. Claire looked serious and focused.
Jody just sighed heavily and almost reflexively rubbed her forehead. Claire constantly brought headaches with her. Over time, she had managed to stir up so many situations that Jody wasn't sure how to handle them all. Claire couldn't calm down and saw monsters everywhere.
Alex remembered what was going on in Sioux Falls and thoughtfully tapped a finger on the table. Should they handle it immediately or wait a little? But his thoughts kept leaning toward one thing — get it done quickly and without unnecessary fuss.
"These people could very well have left on their own," Jody said with a heavy sigh. "No need to immediately mark them as missing. Two of them are running, and the third is a wanderer."
"One of them was seen at Bradent Point. I set up an ambush there," Claire said, rubbing her hands and looking at Dean and Sam.
"What kind of place is that?" Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Teens go there to make out," Jody replied lightly. "I don't think a monster would suddenly hang out in a place like that."
"But people are talking about unknown animals," Claire objected. "Things are disappearing from yards."
"That's all written in local blogs that Claire reads," Jody explained.
"Well, that's not completely nothing," Sam nodded.
"Anything else you managed to dig up?" Dean asked.
"Not yet…" Claire lowered her head.
While the conversation continued, Alex pulled out his phone and checked the data on the "three missing people," as Claire had called them. He quickly found the necessary information and slightly slid his phone toward Dean and Sam.
Dean put down his fork, took the phone, frowned, and then handed it to Sam. Claire tried to peek, but saw nothing. The trio's gestures and glances didn't escape Jody's attention — she raised an eyebrow. Dean handed the phone back to Alex and gave a brief nod.
"What's that?" Claire asked.
"Something related to our work," Alex replied calmly, putting the phone in his pocket. "Not your so-called monster."
"We're the same age. Why do you think you're better than me?" Claire frowned.
"That's because," Dean interjected in a steady voice, "he single-handedly cleared out a wendigo nest with his bare hands and got a group of teens out of there. Think that answer works for you?"
Claire looked at Alex, who casually finished his portion as if nothing unusual had just happened.
Jody, however, now looked at him differently — more attentively, more cautiously. Realizing what Alex was capable of had noticeably changed her perspective. Even Alex Jones couldn't hide her surprise, giving him a long, assessing look.
Alex calmly finished his meal, pushed his plate slightly away, and exhaled in relaxation. A homemade dinner was well worth it — a fair trade for killing a couple of vampires.
Memories surfaced. Those vampires had come for Alex Jones, all because of her past when she had been used as bait, luring victims into the nest. After Dean, Sam, and Jody helped her escape, she genuinely believed she could start a normal life. But the past hadn't let go.
The "leftovers" had reached her doorstep to get revenge. Alex didn't recall the exact number of vampires, but he remembered one well. Henry. Alex Jones' guy. The one who got close to her not out of affection, but with a clear goal — to spy, gain trust, and slowly and methodically ruin her life, taking everything from her.
"Jody, where's your kitchen?" Alex asked with a slight smile. "I've finished, want to take the dishes."
"No need to bother," Jody replied. "You're a guest. I'll take care of it."
"It's fine," Alex said, getting up from the table. "I was going to get up anyway. Might as well step outside for a smoke."
Jody smiled and pointed toward the kitchen. Alex nodded, grabbed his plate, and headed there.
In the kitchen, he quickly washed the dishes and dried his hands with a towel. His thoughts were already far ahead. This problem needed handling now, without delay. He scanned the kitchen, evaluating what could be used against the vampires. His gaze slid over the knife rack.
Alex smirked and shook his head.
"Boring," he muttered.
Opening one of the cabinets, he came across a rolling pin. He raised an eyebrow, then grinned. He picked it up, swung it a couple of times, testing the weight.
"Now that's more like it."
Hiding the rolling pin behind his back, Alex left the kitchen.
"Dean, hand me the Impala keys," he said, holding out his hand. "Out of cigarettes, I'll run to the store."
"Dude, you should smoke less," Dean snorted and tossed him the keys. "And while you're at it — get a pie."
"That's all Lucina," Alex waved. "She took my spare pack."
A moment later, the roar of the Impala's engine came from outside, quickly fading away. Dean smirked and went back to dinner as if nothing had happened.
Jody watched Alex go, then looked at Dean — once again amazed that he was letting someone else drive his car.
Meanwhile, Alex pulled the rolling pin out from behind his back and carefully placed it on the passenger seat. A quiet melody flowed from the speakers, and he hummed softly along with it.
He already knew where he was going. The first stop was Henry's house — the so-called boyfriend of Alex Jones. The very one who had been turned into a vampire. Parking not far from the Gurney family home, Alex shut off the engine and stepped out, taking the rolling pin with him.
Without hesitation, he walked straight through the front door and found himself inside. The house was quiet. Alex listened — and caught a voice coming from the basement. Heading downstairs, he heard a young man talking on the phone. Cracking the door open, Alex carefully peeked inside. Henry was sitting on a weight bench.
Alex quickly grasped the essence of the conversation. Henry was speaking to the very vampire who had turned him. He was irritated, tired of playing the role of the "perfect boyfriend," and demanding to know when they would finally move on to the plan.
While Henry kept talking, Alex silently descended into the basement and stopped right behind him, gripping the rolling pin. He had reinforced it with magic beforehand — so it wouldn't break after the first strike. When the conversation ended, Henry set the phone down and was about to return to his workout.
"Hi, Henry," a calm voice sounded behind him. "And good night."
"Wh—"
He didn't get to finish. A strike. Henry's world sank into darkness.
Alex grinned, looking at Henry's limp body on the concrete basement floor.
Softly whistling a tune, he looked around and noticed an old wooden chair. Dragging it closer, Alex pulled a sturdy chain from his inventory and methodically began tying Henry up.
A few moments later, Henry was securely restrained. Alex nodded in satisfaction and lightly brushed off his hands.
"Not enough," he muttered.
Rubbing his chin, Alex took out a tripod and mounted his phone on it. He needed proof. Not for himself — for Alex Jones.
Yes, the truth hurts. But living in a lie is far worse. Better for it to hurt now than for her to spend years blaming herself for the death of a "boyfriend" who had never really been one.
Finishing the setup, Alex turned on the camera and leaned toward Henry.
"Henry, my boy, time to wake up," he said almost gently, patting his cheek. "You'll be late for school."
Henry's eyelids fluttered. A dull, splitting pain flared at the back of his head. He groaned and snapped his eyes open. The first thing he realized was that he was tied up.
Henry jerked, the chains clinking, but they didn't budge. He strained harder — useless. That shocked him. After being turned, he had become much stronger and was sure he could tear restraints like these apart without effort.
Alex stood a little to the side, watching with mild interest. He simply shook his head. He had forged these chains himself. Only someone equal to him in strength could break free. For everyone else — zero chance.
"Henry, you don't even need to try," Alex said calmly, lighting a cigarette.
"Who's there?!" Henry shouted, looking around wildly. "Let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, my boy…" Alex stepped out of the shadows and stopped in front of him. "You very much did."
He spoke calmly, almost casually.
"You're a vampire. You killed your parents because of bloodlust. And you lied to a girl, playing the caring boyfriend, just to help the one who turned you get revenge. That's not a nice way to behave."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Henry thrashed in the chains. "What vampire?! You're a sick bastard! Let me go, and I won't go to the police!"
Alex let out a tired sigh.
"Stop pretending, Henry. I can see your fangs. If you were going to lie, you should've hidden your teeth. And the smell of blood… it's all over the house. You didn't even try to cover your tracks."
Henry instinctively ran his tongue over his teeth — and froze. Sharp fangs were unmistakably there. He lifted his gaze and met Alex's mocking look. Alex chuckled quietly.
"See?" Alex pointed at the camera. "It's all being recorded."
Henry's eyes widened in horror.
"Well then," Alex said, turning off the recording. "Now that you've basically confessed… you do understand how this ends, right?"
"Wait!" Henry screamed. "I'll tell you everything! Where the one who turned me is! Let me go — I'll leave, I'll stop drinking human blood, I'll switch to animals! Just don't kill me!"
"You mean Richard Bisom?" Alex smiled. "The one pretending to be a janitor at the school? I've already traced his number."
He spread his hands.
"You're useless, Henry. I just wanted to see the despair on your face."
"You're a fucking psychopath!" Henry snapped, shouting. "This isn't my fault! I didn't want to become a vampire! I didn't want to kill my parents! It was all him! Why are you doing this to me?!"
Alex studied him closely. Then he slowly nodded.
"In one thing, you're right. I really am a psychopath."
He stepped closer.
"Everything else is a lie. When you became a vampire, you felt power. And it intoxicated you."
Alex leaned in, his voice dropping.
"And about your parents… you're lying even to yourself. A father who beat you and forced you to be part of the football team. A mother who looked the other way. You didn't just want to kill them. You were waiting for an excuse."
He straightened.
"Bloodlust was just a convenient justification."
Alex raised the rolling pin over his head.
"And now — the end."
"Please…" Henry whispered, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Alex smiled widely, baring sharp teeth.
"Nope. Leaving you alive means putting others at risk."
When Henry saw Alex's face covered in thick, living darkness, revealing sharp teeth and gleaming, predatory irises, primal, animal terror washed over him. His heart clenched with despair, his breath faltered — exactly the effect Alex was aiming for.
And in that very moment, he struck the first blow.
The rolling pin came down on Henry's head with a dull crack. Bones crunched, and blood splashed across Alex's face and clothes. Henry screamed in pain, his vision blurring for a moment — but vampiric regeneration dragged him back to consciousness just in time for the second strike.
Alex didn't stop.
Again and again, he brought the rolling pin down on Henry's head until it turned into a shapeless, bloody pulp. With every blow, blood sprayed in all directions, and soon everything — his haori, his hands, his face — was drenched in crimson splatter.
Henry had been dead for a long time, slumped helplessly in the chair, but Alex only stopped when he was certain that almost nothing remained of his head.
He shook the blood from the rolling pin and wiped his face with the back of his hand, only smearing a scarlet streak across his skin. Removing the chains from the lifeless body and putting them back into his inventory, Alex cast a brief, indifferent glance at what was left of Henry.
Then he turned and left the basement, heading for his next victim.
As he stepped out of the house, Alex softly whistled a tune, as if he hadn't just killed the local school heartthrob. His thoughts were already elsewhere — on the next vampires who had decided to take revenge on Alex Jones.
He slid behind the wheel of the Impala and started the engine. As he drove, Alex recalled the story of Richard Bisom.
Once, Richard had become one of Alex Jones's victims, back when she was being used as bait. The vampires drained him completely and turned him as well. He managed to return home — and instead of seeking help or fighting back, he killed his own wife and son.
Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, Alex headed toward the local school, where Richard was now located.
Arriving at Falls High School, he cut the engine and stepped out of the car, taking the bloodied rolling pin with him. Glancing at his blood-soaked clothes, Alex clicked his tongue quietly, noting once again that sometimes he got a little carried away.
Shrugging, he lit a cigarette and approached the building. Without any effort, Alex passed through the wall and found himself in an empty school corridor.
Rubbing his chin, he closed his eyes for a moment — and immediately knew where Richard was. Alex moved in that direction, walking slowly down the dark hallway until he reached the doors leading to the basement, where the janitor's storage room was located. Light glowed from below.
Descending the steps almost silently, Alex caught Richard's voice. He stopped in the shadows and delved into the man's mind, quickly pulling the memories he needed.
Richard had turned two more residents of Falls, all out of revenge.
Alex understood his hatred, but shifting the blame onto Alex Jones — a girl forced to act as bait — was a pathetic excuse. She was not responsible for Richard, who, once turned into a vampire, returned home and personally killed his family.
Alex took a step forward.
"Hello, Richard," he said calmly, stopping just a few steps behind the man.
"Who's there?!" Richard snapped, spinning around.
Turning sharply, Richard saw a young man. His clothes were soaked in blood — as was his face — and in his hand, he held something resembling a bloodied rolling pin.
Richard tensed at the stranger's emotionless expression and instinctively reached for the wrench lying on the table nearby.
Alex, however, watched him calmly, almost indifferently. In his eyes, Richard was nothing more than an idiot — a man who chose to blame an ordinary girl for all his misfortunes instead of acknowledging his own guilt.
No one forced Richard to stop and pick up Alex Jones. No one compelled him to follow her. And certainly no one ordered him to return home when he didn't even understand what was happening to him.
From beginning to end, all of it had been his own choice. His guilt. He had simply decided to make a scapegoat out of a girl whom the vampires had forced to act as bait.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here? Get out," Richard snarled, gripping the wrench tighter. "I'll pretend I never saw you. Or I'll call the police."
"Richard, let's skip this exhausting dialogue," Alex replied indifferently, exhaling a stream of cigarette smoke. "The part where I say I know you're a vampire. I know why you're here. And I know what you've done. Let's save us both some time and go straight to the part where I smash your head in and head back. I still need to buy a pie."
"What vampire?" Richard squinted. "You should watch fewer teenage movies."
"Alright… then let me remind you," Alex continued lazily. "A girl named Alex Jones lured you into a vampire nest. They drained your blood and turned you. You woke up, not understanding a damn thing, and ran home. Where you killed your wife and son. And then you decided it was all her fault. You found her. Decided to ruin her life. Got a job as a janitor at the school she attends so you could keep an eye on her."
Alex tilted his head slightly.
"And before you ask how I know all this… Henry told me everything. Well, before I turned his head into mush."
He flicked the dead cigarette onto the floor.
"So let's cut the small talk. I still have two vampires you created to kill."
"It's her fault!" Richard roared, lunging forward. "Because of her I killed my wife and son! If she hadn't lured me into that nest, none of this would have happened!"
Alex just rolled his eyes. He kicked Richard square in the chest. The impact sent him flying backward, slamming into the wall and crashing heavily to the floor.
Before Richard could recover, Alex was already there, delivering a brutal kick to his face. Richard's head snapped back, the back of his skull hitting the wall with a dull thud. Stunned, ears ringing loudly, Richard tried to get up. He didn't make it.
Alex raised the rolling pin over his head and brought it down. Then again. And again. He kept striking until Richard's head turned into a shapeless slurry of bone, blood, and brain. Only then did Alex stop.
His clothes and face were soaked with even more blood. He cast a brief, indifferent glance at what remained of Richard and left the janitor's storeroom, heading toward the school exit. Two more vampires were still waiting.
Leaving the school, Alex dealt with the remaining ones quickly. They turned out to be two runaways — the third, unfortunately, had already been eaten. He crushed their heads with the same rolling pin and then headed back to Jody Mills's house.
Arriving, Alex stepped out of the Impala without much emotion, carrying the bloodied weapon with him. Entering the house, he saw Dean, Sam, Jody, and Alex Jones sitting in the living room.
"Dude, where have you been? I should just send you straight to—Did you buy—" Dean started, hearing footsteps.
He turned his head—and froze.
"Holy hell… what happened to you?!"
Everyone else also turned to look at Alex—and saw his appearance, which, to put it mildly, looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie.
He was covered in blood from head to toe, gripping a blood-soaked rolling pin. Jody recognized it immediately.
Alex walked into the living room without a trace of emotion. At the noise, Claire also appeared—she froze, clearly in mild shock at his appearance.
"Alex, what the hell happened to you?" Sam asked, eyes fixed on him. "You were gone for an hour, and you come back… like this?"
"I killed a couple of vampires. No big deal," Alex replied, rolling his eyes. "Mind if I wash the blood off my face first?"
"You… killed vampires with my rolling pin?" Jody asked suspiciously.
"Well, I didn't find anything else in your kitchen. Had to improvise," Alex shrugged. "Consider it payment for dinner."
He looked around at everyone present.
"So, Claire was right. There were actually vampires. One—a young guy… what's his name… Henry. Then the janitor. And two more, supposedly runaways from home. Basically, I killed them all. Where's the bathroom?"
"Henry?!" Alex Jones asked cautiously, her face going pale. "You're joking, right?"
"Ah, yeah. By the way…" Alex pulled out his phone. "I recorded his confession. Or something like that. Long story short—he was dating you for a reason."
He dropped the phone into her lap.
"Now then… where's the bathroom?"
"Come on, I'll show you," Jody said with a strained smile. "And give me back my rolling pin. Be a good boy."
Alex nodded and handed over the blood-covered rolling pin. Jody carefully took it and led Alex to the bathroom so he could wash up.
While he cleaned the blood off himself, she brought him a set of clean clothes—so he wouldn't look like a horror movie victim anymore.
After washing and changing, Alex returned to the living room to a heavy scene: Jody comforting a crying Alex Jones, who had already watched the video.
Even Claire had restrained her biting comments—for the first time deciding not to make the girl feel worse. Dean and Sam exchanged glances, then looked at Alex, waiting for an explanation.
Alex sat in a chair and calmly recounted the whole story—why Henry decided to start dating Alex Jones, and the petty, vile revenge tied to her past.
Dean, Sam, and Jody collectively sighed, realizing they had also been part of this chain of events. But the truth hit her hardest of all.
To be continued…
(So, I think I'm done with the side activities of the Supernatural plot. I don't think I need to explain why that was. Now we can move on to other plots. I still have so much to do, and that takes time, and more time. Okay, where are we going next, Silent Hill or Derry?)
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