Bobby sighed as he continued to make Alex as comfortable as possible on his lumpy couch. Other than making sure the kid was breathing and had a heartbeat...there wasn't really much he could do.

He heard Sam make his way back down the stairs and he turned to access the man.

"Feel better?"

Sam nodded truthfully. The long shower had refreshed him and made the kinks in his muscles loosen a bit.

"He ok?" He questioned as he walked into the living room and sat near the sleeping boy.

"Still out like a light. I'm sure he's fine though. Cas would've known if he wasn't and told us to take him to the hospital. The kid probably just needs sleep. Don't even think Cas can't fix exhaustion."

Sam's stomach protested from the lack of hunger and Bobby sighed when Sam made no move to go to the kitchen. Bobby grabbed him by the arm and ushered him to the kitchen table.

"Bobby-"

"Don't Bobby me. You need food."

"But Alex-"

"Alex is sleeping and will be for awhile. Now sit."

Sam complied with a sullen look making sure to sit where he could still see into the living room from the table.

Bobby went to work making two sandwiches.

"What do you think is taking Dean and Cas so long?" Sam finally questioned when they were both halfway through their meal.

"You know how the two of them work. They have to argue and then stare lustfully at each other before they can get anything done. I'm sure they're fine too. Just relax boy."

And this, turns out, was at least half right.

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Dean and Cas finally finished their walk back to the house Lasriel was at. With the Enochian Sigils still in effect there would be no angel mojo to pop them directly into the house and Cas smiting the demon was out too. Looks like Dean would be able to pull out Ruby's knife and put it to good use after all.

There was one point that was being questioned as both man and angel stood outside the house.

"If we destroy the cup that has to be used to summon the Seriquin then there won't be any need to involve Alex in this anymore and he won't have to be the one to kill the thing."

"And what do you suppose we do if someone manages to summon the Seriquin without the cup sometime in the future? It's better if we just have Alex kill the Seriquin and be done with the creature."

"Did you see the way that kid looked, Cas? Cause I did. He looked like shit. I'm not going to put the kid through anymore pain."

"What pain would that be? Sam said Lasriel had already gotten the blood from the boy all we have to do is summon the creature and have Alex stab him. And we'll be there. I'm sure he won't be harmed."

"And you know what that makes us? That makes us in the same category that those bastards at MI6 are in. We'd be using him for our own personal gain and I won't have that on me."

"I hardly think that's how the boy will see it."

Dean suddenly turned to the angel.

"You know what? I say we let him decide. If he wants to gank the thing then we'll do it you're way if he doesn't then I destroy the cup and that'll be the end of it."

Cas looked less than happy at putting the decision in the hands of a child but he nodded his consent nonetheless.

"Fine." He agreed.

"Good. Now can we please go kill this bitch? I'd like to get this over with."

They entered the house cautiously and made their way down to the basement and sure enough there was a less than happy demon standing in the middle of the devil's trap.

Dean entered the room with a smug smile.

"I gotta say in this whole bad plan the worst part was kidnapping my brother. He's not exactly stupid you know."

Lasriel's glare intensified.

"No, the bad part was that I didn't maim your brother so that helping the boy escape would've been out of the question. Silly me. It won't next time trust me."

Dean's smile turned menacing.

"No, see there won't be a next time because you're not leaving this room." Dean said as he pulled out the knife and held it lightly in one hand before taking one step into the devil's trap and shoving the knife into Lasriel's stomach. He held the knife there longer than necessary just to make sure the son of a bitch felt the pain nice and good before he twisted it and killed him. Dean stepped back and let the body fall to the floor.

He looked over to Cas who was holding a flask that Dean knew would be filled with Alex's blood. They began their depressingly long walk back to where the enochian sigils ended and Dean's yearning for the Impala increased with each step he and the angel took.

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When Dean and Cas finally appeared back in the living room of Bobby's house Sam looked them over critically from his spot in the chair closest to the couch that occupied the sleeping teenager.

"Why the hell do you have that?" He demanded as soon as his eyes landed on the goblet that held Alex's blood.

Cas only sat the cup down on a nearby desk and waited for Dean to calm his brother down.

"Depends on what Bond Jr. wants us to do. Either we're going to destroy the cup or we're going to summon the Seriquin and stab the bitch to death with this," Dean said as he held up the rusty and mangled old dagger.

"Killing it seems like it would be the most effective way to end this. Why is it up to Alex?" Sam questioned.

"Because none of us can be the one to do it. The only way this thing will die is if the person whose blood is being used to summon the Seriquin is the one to kill it"

"Alex has to go head to head with this thing? Dean, the kid isn't even conscious."

"I know that. Try explaining that to feather brain over there." Dean said throwing Cas under the metaphoric bus.

"Sam, you said it yourself it would be the most effective way to ensure the beast doesn't resurface."

"Cas, that was before I knew Alex was-"

"Doesn't matter anyways. We're going to let Alex have his say in this. If he wants to kill this thing then we let him and we protect him every step of the way. If he doesn't then we melt this cup down and focus on what we're going to do with him once this is all over." Dean replied decisively.

"Has he awoken since we've been gone?" Cas asked peering questioningly at the boy.

"No, he's groaned a few times and shifted himself a bit but other than that he hasn't regained consciousness. Is he going to be okay?" Sam asked.

"Of course. I healed him to the best of my ability. I doubt he slept or rested much in his captivity. That combined with the blood loss it's exhausted him."

"So, while Sleeping Beauty sleeps it off I'm going to go eat the rest of that pie that's hid behind the milk and orange juice." Dean announced as he gave his brother one more subtle calculating glance to make sure he was okay. He then marched his way to the kitchen despite Bobby's grumbling without heat about never having food in the house when the boys visited.

It wasn't long before his brother joined him in the kitchen and sat back at the table to finish what was left of a sandwich.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Dean. I promise. I was just used as a bartering tool the entire time. Few scrapes is all. You killed Lasriel, right?"

"Of course." Dean replied with a 'duh' look.

"Alex knows Jack's dead and that Lasriel killed her. Right before we got away he asked me how to kill a demon."

"Well lucky for him I saved him the trouble. The kid shouldn't have to be put through anymore crap."

"What do you mean?"

" Sam, MI6 has blackmailed, lied, and just completely used this kid. It's disgusting. Especially after all that his father and uncle has done for them. It wouldn't surprise me if Alan Blunt was a demon himself."

"Why do you sound like you know about this personally?" Sam questioned. He and Dean had been given the basic run down by Cas an hour before they were hauled to London to retrieve Alex...but names? They weren't given many.

"Cas gave me the whole front row seat right in here." Dean answered as he tapped his head with his spoon. He sat across his brother and dug into the delicious pie.

"Wait, so you know everything? I don't think Alex is gonna like Cas projecting his life into people's minds like a Lifetime movie, Dean."

"Probably not. We'll just keep it our little secret for now. But Alex is like ten times better than James Bond ever had time to be."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's reference and finished off the rest of his sandwich.

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When Alex woke up he immediately wished he hadn't. His head throbbed as the events of the last few days hit him like a train. Jack was dead...and he was alone. Tears stung his eyes. It took him a long time to calm his emotions down to pay attention to where he was. He didn't open his eyes in case he was still in danger and needed the element of surprise. As he listened through he recognized Sam talking to Dean in a calm voice. Cautiously he cracked his eyes opened and groaned as a nearby light filled his retinas.

Footsteps immediately started toward him at his groan.

"You okay, kid?" Dean asked as he laid a hand on his shoulder to help him sit up.

Sam came in the room next with a glass of water and handed it to the teen. Alex accepted it and thirstily sipped the water. Dean himself was pleased to see that this time Alex had lost his suspicion of them drugging him. It was small but it was progress. He didn't like any kid thinking of him as the enemy.

After gulping down half of the water Alex finally answered Dean.

"The only thing that hurts is my head. So I feel a lot better than I should. Why is that?" He said as he carefully rolled his now healed ankle.

"I told you Cas would fix you up as soon as we got out of there. The head ache is from the bloodloss."

"Right. The angel. I forgot." Alex replied as he shook his head.

"You hungry?" Sam asked after a minute of silence.

Alex smiled almost shyly.

"Starving, actually."

"I'll make you a sandwich?" Sam offered, jumping at something to do when Alex nodded gratefully.
That left Dean and Alex alone. For some reason Alex felt vaguely guilty as Dean sat across from him and he didn't know why. He knew he had screwed up getting caught...but why was it so prominent when Dean peered at him?
"I'm sorry your brother got hurt trying to help me."

Dean cocked his head slightly.

"That's not your fault. But you're both safe now. You both did good and I took care of the rest."

Alex looked sharply at him at that.

"You killed them? Lasriel and the Seriquin?"

"I killed Lasriel. Sammy tells me you wanted to be the one to end that bastard and I don't blame you but I didn't really have time to wait for you to wake up. He's gone now and he's not going to hurt you or anyone else."

Alex sighed and nodded. He doubted he would be able to go through with it anyways. He didn't have it in him.

"I...don't know what I'm going to do now."

Dean sighed and shook his head as Sam re entered the room with the promised sandwich.

"Let's take this one step at a time. No one's forcing you to leave. You can stay here as long as it takes for us to figure out what's best for you. For now, just worry about resting and stuffing your face until you're full." Dean said as Sam handed the food over and nodded in agreement at his brother's words.

"We're not going to throw you to the wolves." Sam assured.

Alex shook his head sadly.

"It doesn't matter. As soon as Blunt realizes Jack's dead he's going to find me and drag me to live somewhere that he can have access to me at all times. My life is pretty much set now. You think they'll at least give me an Aston Martin like James Bond?" He asked, attempting to make light of the situation.

"You leave MI6 to me and Cas. I've got an idea about how to end that too." Dean assured as he clapped the boy on the shoulder.

"What are you going to do? Kill him? While I appreciate the offer I don't think you really want MI6 to be after you, Dean. I'm not sure exactly what you guys do but I don't think you need that to deal with too, Dean."

"Never said anything about killing, Buddy. You let me take care of it. Just eat your sandwich, get some sleep, and relax. We'll figure out the rest later, alright?" Dean assured as he moved to walk out of the room.

"Okay, Dean." Alex said doubtfully but none the less agreed with the man.

Sam stood up after a moment too.

"Get some rest. If Dean says he has a plan then I'm sure he does. You just have to trust him."

"I don't want you guys to get into trouble with MI6 because of me. I know you can handle the Supernatural side of the world but do you really think Dean can handle the spy world?"

Sam smiled and let out a small laugh.

"I haven't seen much that my brother can't do. Just give him a chance, okay?"

Alex nodded once again but still didn't like the thought of risking the man's life just for the sake of him getting away from MI6.

Sam also walked out of the room to give Alex privacy and as soon as the man left Alex put his head in his hands. The stress was getting to him. So many things were happening at once and he didn't know how much longer he could keep his head above water.

A/N- bleegh. Idk what I'm doing. I don't like this chapter and I don't like how I wrote Dean this chapter. I'll do better next time. I've been at home with a poor sick dog for the past two days so I thought it best to crank out a chapter to ease my stress. This story won. Next up is Dead Man Walking for anyone that's following my stories.

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