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More world-building than direct sequel, “Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones” won Friday with $8.7 million and is looking at around $18 million for the weekend. The start is relatively low for a “Paranormal” film (“Paranormal Activity 4″ earned $15.1 million opening night in 2012, $29 million opening frame). This entry is also the first to bow after Halloween, making it hard to draw a direct comparison.
As is typical for the franchise, “Marked Ones” cost a shoestring $5 million to produce. This means just one day in, Paramount only has print and advertising money to recoup at this point.
It’s hard to say at this point the full impact this weekend’s nor’easter blizzard is having on box office totals, but of the three films previously expected to hit $20 million this frame — “Marked Ones,” “Frozen” and “The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug” — it looks like only one will actually do so. 'Frozen” continues its box office streak into the new year with $6.8 million on Friday and about $23 million expected in three days. At this rate, it is likely to squeak barely past the $300 million domestic milestone by Sunday’s end.

Disney bowed “Tangled” in a similar window in 2010, which became a big hit for the studio that topped out at $200 million. But “Frozen” is making even that look bad, taking first place at the box office in its seventh week, an incredibly rare feat.

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February 2nd, 2014

Lebanon, Kansas

The scuffle of tennis shoes squeaked on the polished wooden floor, almost completely muffled by the echoing thud of a bouncing basketball. Alex dropped down low onto the balls of her feet, shoulders hunched and one hand extended, palm up, ready to flick the ball away from Dean's grasp. The hunter faked to the right, and the angel reacted immediately, ducking to after him and then immediately back to the left when Dean moved backwards and up, sending the ball curving through the air and into the basket.

'That's not fair,' the angel protested, only half-joking. 'You're like a foot taller than me.' She hurried to retrieve the ball — no longer flat thanks to the pump she had found in the back of the Impala. 'Give the little person a break, huh?'

'You'll get a break when I get ahead,' Dean huffed as they switched places, green eyes darting across her face as Alex paced along the three-point line.

The angel shook her head in ill-amusement as she squared up with the Winchester, fingertips controlling the ball as she gauged the distance between herself and the basket. She stepped back, putting some room between her and the hunter, and then she moved. She shifted the ball over to her right hand as she slipped past Dean, returning it to her left hand in time for a well-timed layup. She heard the ball bounce around the rim before falling through the net. 'That one still gets ya, huh?' she joked. 'It's so … simple.' Dean retrieved the ball with a low grumble, and the angel grinned. 'If it makes you feel any better, that one fooled some of the girls on my basketball team back in middle school. And one or two when I played varsity. No one expects a lefty to go right.'

'You played in high school?'

'Yeah, for two years. Then, uh … well, then my foster parents died, and I got moved to Chicago. I was offered an opportunity to play, but my new family said I couldn't.' Alex held out her hands, and Dean tossed the ball to her. 'I wasn't good, but I loved the sport. Still do.' She brought the ball up above her head and let it go, watching as it curved in a high arc only to bounce off of the far rim and roll over. 'Defense was always my best though. I'm quick and tiny.' Dean's phone rang, and both looked up. 'I think I'm going to go shower,' she decided when the hunter moved two answer it. 'Ready to call it?'

Dean grabbed his shirt off of the floor and nodded. 'I guess. We can call it a draw.' He pulled on his shirt and grabbed his phone as he walked off towards the door. Alex put the ball away and followed.

They had been at the bunker for almost twenty days, but Alex hadn't ever wanted to leave. Most of the bunker's appliances, though old, functioned just as well as their state-of-the-art counterparts, and the most expensive thing Dean had bought was a mini-fridge that was now located in the room Sam had dubbed 'the library.' Alex herself had gone out and gotten herself new sheets and pillows, and she had set up her books and personal possessions on the desk and dresser in her room. Her own, personal room.

She descended the stairs and entered the library to find Sam seated at the table, his laptop in front of him. 'Yo,' she called, running a hand through her sweaty hair. 'Did you get the wifi up and running again?'

'Uh, yeah.' Sam looked up from whatever he was doing. 'For the most part, I think. It's still pretty spotty downstairs. Where's Dean at?'

'He got a call from Garth, I think. Probably just a routine check in.' She glanced over her shoulder as Dean entered the room. 'How's Kevin doing?' she asked.

'You know,' the hunter shrugged. 'He's okay, I guess. In the corner, hacking out his Da Vinci code — nothing actionable yet.' He took a beer out of the mini fridge and cracked it open. 'Garth says hi, by the way.' The hunter paused as he looked between Sam and Alex. 'Uh … you guys haven't heard anything from Cas, have you? He's not answering.'

Alex shook her head, a frown pulling her face downwards. 'Nothing. I'm really worried about him, guys. I mean, sure he's been known to disappear when something's threatening him or, uh, me, but I don't know. Usually he tells me. He might just be trying to wait Naomi out, or … or maybe it's something worse. I honestly don't know.'

She saw Sam's face twist with sympathy. 'Well, if you guys haven't heard anything …' He straighten up in his seat as Dean sat down across from him, and his voice grew more professional as he turned his attention back to his laptop. 'So, uh, I have been trying to chart out the Letter's network of hunters, their allies, uh, affiliated groups they worked with, kept files on …'

'Circa 1958?'

'Yeah, true,' his brother admitted as Alex sat down beside him. 'Uh, most are dead or defunct, but others — I'm not so sure, and this one … you should definitely check out.' He slid a file over to Dean, and the young angel craned her neck to see as Dean opened up the folder marked with the signature Aquarian Star — Alex had been finding those everywhere.

'The Judah Initiative?' Dean read, skepticism of their legitimacy lining his voice.

'European team — they were active during World War II.'

'Hunters fought in the war?' Alex asked, and her eyes narrowed as she thought. 'That's weird — cool, but weird. Maybe Nazis were actually zombies,' she jested, and she was rewarded by the faintest look of humor on Dean's face as he continued to scan the folder in front of him.

'I don't know about that,' Sam started, 'but they weren't exactly hunters, and they didn't exactly fight …'

'Rabbis?' Dean looked up from the file in surprise and disbelief. 'Rabbis? Really?'

Sam nodded. 'The Letters' file on them is — is sketchy, but apparently, they were hardcore saboteurs. So, I ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster, and I got a hit — one Rabbi Isaac Bass. He was seventeen years old when he joined the Initiative and eighty-five years old when he died.' Sam turned his laptop towards Dean, and Alex frowned when she only got a momentary glance at the article on the screen. 'In a college town back east, he was capped.'

' 'Capped?' ' Dean repeated, an eyebrow rising as he pulled the computer closer.

'Yeah. He was there doing research, and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted.'

Alex's wings flittered, and she tipped her head to one side. 'I thought 'capped' always meant 'shot,' ' she mused, but didn't give either brother time to argue before she rose to her feet. 'But spontaneous ignition's always at the top of my list, so I'm in. I'm gonna shower first, of course —'

'Whoa whoa,' Dean protested. 'We aren't agreed that this is a case yet.'

'Dean, a man spontaneously combusted in a college bar.'

'Yeah,' Alex agreed. 'You know what that means, right? There's no 'natural' in 'randomly bursting into flames.' ' She tapped the table before she moved towards the hallway that led to her room. 'Give me half an hour to shower and pack. Then we can go.'

...

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania

A twenty hour drive left room for five hours of sleep, and they still arrived in Wilkes-Barre just before sundown. Dean dropped Sam off at the campus library, and once they had confirmed their plans, Alex took off into the sky towards the local police station. She landed in a foot of snow, cursing loudly as she sunk down to her shins. 'Dammit!' she muttered as she stumbled out onto the sidewalk and up the icy stairs. She shook out her wings once she was inside, dislodging the few unfortunate flakes that had stuck to her back.

'Ma'am? Can I help you?' A voice drew the young angel's attention across the room, and she folded her wings in as she reached into her pocket. 'Special Agent Amelia Rowe,' she announced. 'I got a call about a death of Rabbi Isaac Bass, and I'd like to see both the file and the remains if possible, Ms …'

'Officer Julia Emerson,' the woman introduced. 'That … that case was closed last week, so the remains were released for burial, but I can get you a copy of the closed case file if you want. It should include autopsy photos.'

'That'll be fine, thank you.' Alex tapped the counter with her ID as the woman walked away before she tucked it back into her pocket. 'Two weeks and you've already closed a freaking spontaneous combustion case?' she muttered. 'Hard-working nerds.'

'Here you are.' The woman returned a minute later with a small folder in her hands. 'This is everything we have on the Bass death.'

'This is it?' Alex weighed the file in her hands, unable to help the disapproving frown that crossed her face. 'I've seen suicide folders bigger than this.'

The officer faltered, unsure what to say, but after a second of two she offered up a small, apologetic smile. 'Well, there is quite a bit of psychology involved in suicide cases, right? There's no psychology in …' She trailed off at the slow, disappointed shake of Alex's head, and she explained, 'I have my minor in criminal psychology.'

'Of course you do.' Alex tucked the folder beneath her arm. 'We'll be in touch if there's any questions,' she promised, and she turned away and walked out of the building with a muttered, 'If there's any information to ask questions about.'

She landed across the street from the campus pub, and she slid the folder into the backseat of the Impala before she entered the bar. Upon entering, it only took her a moment to locate Dean at a table with two college-aged girls. 'Conspiracy stuff,' one was saying. 'He was obsessed with Nazis.'

'But he said they were 'special Nazis,' ' the second added with wide eyes, and she leaned in close with a whisper. 'You know, necromancers.'

'Necromancers.' Alex circled around to stand beside Dean. 'Amelia Rowe. I work here with Agent Bolan,' she introduced, nudging Dean in the shoulder as she fished her badge out to put the two woman at ease. 'That's interesting.'

'Yeah.' The second brunette nodded enthusiastically. 'Like from that 'world of whatever-craft' that my little brother is always playing.'

'Right …' Alex looked up at Dean; he was staring over her head, and she elbowed him in the ribs to draw his attention back to them. 'Nazi necromancers.'

'It's sad, isn't it — that old people can go so crazy.'

'I know. It is sad,' the first agreed with a sympathetic look at her friend.

Dean hummed in distant agreement, and Alex looked over to see an awkward, shy man sitting at the bar, hand raised in greeting towards the Winchester. When she caught his eye, he turned down to his drink, seemingly embarrassed by her attention. 'I'm sorry,' Dean apologized, turning back to the girls. 'You, uh, you both saw the accident?'

Both immediately nodded. 'I still hear his screaming,' the first admitted.

'It was like the fire was, alive, like — like it was attacking him,' the second added.

'It was like watching the most awful movie of the most terrifying thing you could possibly see.'

'It was like that.'

Alex kicked Dean under the table, jerking his attention once again away from the strange man at the bar. 'Interesting,' she began. 'Well, thank you, ladies, for your time. If you remember anything else, don't hesitate to call.' They left the two women at their table, and Alex glanced up at Dean. 'Dude, what the hell? Why do you keep staring at that weird dude over there? This is a bad time to be looking for a lay —'

'What? N-No.' Dean pulled himself away from her and moved towards the guy. 'Special Agent Bolan,' he announced, holding up his FBI badge as Alex slowly trailed after him.

The man watched as Dean put his badge onto the table, and he let out an awkward laugh. 'Oh, really? Wow. I thought you were like a headhunter or something. Uh … who's she?'

'Special Agent Rowe. His partner, strictly professional,' Alex said, and she raised her eyebrows innocently when Dean gave her a strange look.

The Winchester shook her comment off. 'This is the second, maybe the third time I'm seeing you today?' he demanded. 'Why you following me, Gingerbread?'

The young man blinked in confusion. 'Oh, so we, um … we didn't have a think back there, huh?'

'Back where?' The set, professional line of Dean's jaw faltered as he echoed the man's puzzlement. 'W-What, now?'

'I'm sorry, man. I—I thought — I thought we had a think back there at the quad. You know — a little 'eye magic' moment,' the guy stuttered as Dean picked back up his badge and put it away. 'A-And I saw you here, and I figured I'd wait until you were done with your meeting and then maybe we might, uh …'

'Yeah.' Dean cut him off, making it clear he knew what the stranger was getting at. 'Uh, okay, but no — n-no moment. This is a … federal investigation.'

'Is that supposed to make you less interesting?' There must have been something in Dean's face that Alex couldn't see, because the man quickly added, 'No. I-I'm sorry, man. I hope — I hope I didn't freak you out or anything.'

'No.' Dean repeated, a forced air of breeziness as he casually waved the apology off. 'No. I—I'm not freaked out. It's just a, you know …. a federal thing.' He heard Alex, who had been standing patiently behind him, snort in laughter, but before he could stutter out anything else, his phone rang, and he jumped to grab it. 'Okay … citizen. As … you were.'

He turned away and walked towards Alex, only glancing back when the stranger called, 'You have a good night.'

'You — You …' Dean bumped into a table, and glasses clinked precariously as they clunked together. '… have a — okay.' Dean hurried towards the pub doors, and Alex followed close at his heels.

'Slow down there, Romeo,' she called after him, wings flicking humorously in the darkening air.

'Shut up.'

Alex didn't, skipping alongside the hunter as the grin across her face only grew at her friend's embarrassment. ' 'This is a federal investigation?' What happened to 'I don't swing that way?'

'I—I didn't want to embarrass him — shut up.' Dean answered his phone with a dark scowl. 'What?' he snapped at the person on the other end.

'Uh … hey,' Sam greeted, and Alex moved closer to Dean to hear the whole conversation. 'So, I, uh, looked into the rabbi's research. It doesn't make a lot of sense. It's, um, bird watching.'

'Huh,' Dean grunted. 'Well, uh, the two very hot' — he glanced down at Alex as he emphasized his words — 'co-captains of the women's volleyball team agree that the rabbi's death was very unnatural. I think we still got a case.'

'That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe.'

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Dean stopped on the other side of the street. 'You being followed?' he asked, voice lowering into a whisper.

'Yeah, I think so.'

'That's weird. I thought I was being followed earlier. Turned out to be a gay thing,' Dean added, and he cast a warning glare over at Alex when the angel grinned. 'Never mind. Uh, you need a hand? Alex can be there in a second if you do.'

'Yeah, but no. I don't want to scare this guy off. Got someplace quiet?'

Dean nodded. 'Visitor's parking — the boonies. I'll park in the back. Fifteen minutes.' He hung up and circled around to the Impala's front door. 'Sam's being tailed,' he relayed, even though Alex already knew. 'We're gonna cut him off. Come on.'

Alex slid into the front seat beside him and reached into the back to retrieve the Bass folder. 'The case was already closed,' she began as Dean started the car. 'Apparently randomly exploding into flames doesn't warrant more than a ten day investigation — oh, and, uh, the chick at the front desk? Smart-ass as fuck. Do not approach.'

'Anything in the folder?'

'There barely is a folder,' Alex grumbled as Dean drove the Impala down the street. 'Uh, Rabbi Isaac Bass, born in England, 1936, died January 14, 2014. Cause of death: immolation. Cause of fire unknown, no accelerant found. Only known living relative is his grandson Aaron Bass who lives in town.' Alex flipped through the photos of the charred remains and shrugged. 'That's basically all there is.'

'Huh.' Dean parked the car in the visitor's lot and removed the keys from the ignition. 'Can I see?' he asked, holding out his hand.

'Course.' Alex offered up the folder and got out to the car. 'I'll sweep the perimeter while we wait, make sure it's secure.'

'Hold up.' Dean held out the Impala's keys, and Alex took them with a small frown of confusion. 'Find Sam, give them to him,' he explained. 'He'll know what to do. Give me two minutes and I'll be out of here.'

'Yeah. Sure thing.' Alex shoved the keys into her back pocket, and when Dean nodded, she slipped away to the edge of the pavement.

She circled the entire parking lot, eyes peeled and grace poised as she searched for Sam. She saw the tall hunter cut across the lawn just ahead of her, and the angel hurried forward to greet him. 'Hey,' she began, eyes flickering past him to see if she could spot his stalker, but even though nothing showed, she stayed in character. She pulled out the keys as she continued, 'Here. Dean's just over at the pub, so we can swing by and pick him up there.'

'Sounds good.' Sam took the keys from her, and Alex led the way over to the now-empty car. She flicked her grace out behind her, searching for whatever was tailing them, but nothing immediately jumped out. She kept it trailing behind her as Sam stopped beside the driver's side door, and the keys jingled and clinked as he purposefully dropped them onto the ground. Footsteps sounded in the bushes them as the hunter knelt, and that sound was all the angel needed to pinpoint their assailant.

Her grace thrummed with pins and needles, and Alex clenched her fists as she forced herself not to spin around and meet this creature face to face. It was humanoid — larger than life in all respects, but she couldn't understand how it was alive. There was no beating heart, no pumping blood. Just the prickling of her grace that always occurred whenever she touched — 'Iron?'

'Hey, pal.' Dean's voice sounded from the bushes as he confronted the beast, and Alex spun around as the hunter let out a startled yell. She recoiled as he crashed into the side of the Impala, the side window shattering from the impact with his back.

'Dean?' Sam jumped to his feet, and Alex let her weapon drop into her hand, falling into a defensive stance as the creature rose to his feet.

He was huge — seven feet tall at the least. Muscles strained beneath his clothing, and his dim eyes revealed to the angel the lack of his soul. He wasn't alive, but he moved with an intent Alex hadn't seen in any corpse. Sam ran back to the Impala's trunk, and Alex hurried after him, positioning herself between the hunter and the … whatever it was. The iron man. He definitely had some iron in him, somehow. Her grace told her that much. Her wings flared out, stretching high into the air as she sought to appear larger in hopes of intimidating what stood before her.

A hand came out of nowhere, batting the angel aside as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, and Alex grunted as she fell to the pavement, her weapon clattering across the ground. Clearly intimidation doesn't work on dead things. She rolled to her feet, a low growl resonating in her chest as she watched Sam swing the machete down defensively towards the creature. It was a solid hit, the metal blade embedding itself in the large man's arm, but when Sam yanked the blade free, nothing happened. No blood, no pain.

The creature reached out and took Sam's throat, and Alex's wings carried her forward. She landed two solid punches to the creature's chest, her grace fueling her strength, and the man stumbled back. His eyes, however, remained dim, not even the faintest hint of shock registering across his blank face. Alex tightened her fists as the man approached again, but before either could throw the first punch, a voice brought both of them to a halt.

'Stop.'

Alex spun around, jaw dropping in surprise. 'W-What? You …'

'Ah! My spleen.' Dean rolled onto his side with a hiss of pain, and Alex tore her eyes away from the man in front of them, the very same young man who had spoken to Dean at the bar. The very same young man who was supposed to be gay — although at the moment Alex was starting to doubt even that. Another groan of pain, however, had the thoughts fleeing from her mind, and she moved to kneel beside Dean.

'What … the hell … is that?' Sam gasped out, one hand protectively clutching his neck.

The young man held his head high as he answered Sam's question. 'He's a golem,' he explained curtly. 'He's my golem.'

'Course he is,' Alex muttered as Dean let out another grimace and rolled onto his back. 'Shut up, you baby,' she snapped as she reached out and pressed a hand into his abdomen. Her touch was a little harsh, judging by the way Dean curled at the pressure, but she felt him relax as her grace trickled inwards, soothing any frayed or agitated nerves. The angel pulled away and rose to her feet, head held high and shoulders rolled back as she moved forward. 'Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?' she demanded, grey eyes flashing in the harsh light of the street lamp.

To her surprise, the man only shook his head. 'It's not safe to talk,' he informed her. 'The three of you are here about my grandfather Isaac Bass though, correct?' When Alex nodded, he reached into his pocket 'Here. Meet us at my house in ten minutes. Then we can talk.' He held out a crumpled post-it note, and when the angel took it, he motioned to the golem, who was standing patiently by the Impala. 'Come on.'

'Wait wait wait!' Alex started, but neither turned as they walked away. 'Great. Great!' She bent over to retrieve her angel blade before she turned back to the two Winchesters. Sam was leaning up against the car, and Dean had managed to make it to his knees, but he still looked out of breath and in some pain. 'What the hell just happened?'

'I-I think … we got our asses kicked,' Sam wheezed out, and he held out a hand when Alex approached. 'I'm fine,' he promised. 'Don't … I don't need help.'

'Fine.' Alex unfolded the crumpled note. 'Well? I guess we just met Bass' grandson … and a fucking golem, too. That does explain why it wasn't alive,' the angel mused as she circled around to the driver's side door, and when neither Winchester spoke she continued on in her ramblins. 'And why it felt like iron — golems are crafted from clay, right? Red clay, in this case — lots of iron. I think that's right. That would explain it.' She looked over at the two Winchesters, surprised that neither of them had moved. 'Well?' she snapped. 'You guys coming or not? I'm driving,' she added when Dean started limping towards her, and she rolled his eyes when his mouth fell open in protest.

'Dude, you can't even stand.' Sam put a hand on his brother's shoulder, his own voice still slightly hoarse from the golem's attack. 'Go — go lay down in the back or something.'

Dean glared at the both of them, but after a second or two he obliged, and Alex shook her head as she barely made out his muttered words. 'Fucking golems.'

...

It didn't take the young angel long to find the address that had been scrawled onto the crumpled paper, although, granted, the golem standing in the front yard certainly helped her cause some. Alex pulled the Impala up alongside the curb, and she tossed the keys to Dean as they all got out. 'You're Aaron Bass, right?' she asked as the walked up to the man and his golem. 'That's what the police report said.'

The man nodded as he led the way up the front steps and up to the front door. The golem pushed past him, leaving Aaron to stumble backwards, and Alex cocked an eyebrow at the creature's strange actions. 'The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass,' Aaron began as he followed the golem through, 'he was my grandfather. That's why we're here. When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you.'

Alex watched as the golem started pacing, his heavy footsteps echoing through the small, dim house. She closed the door behind her and joined the men in the living room as Dean asked, 'So, wait. What you're saying is that you and me — we, uh, didn't have a moment?'

'No, man.' Aaron's eyebrows turned upwards, slightly smug at his ability to have hidden his motives so well, and his eyes flickered over to Alex. 'I was tailing you.'

Dean looked over at his brother. 'Told you I was being followed. He was my gay thing.' He turned back to Aaron with an approving nod, ignoring Sam's surprised double-take. 'It was really good,' he admitted quickly with a slight ramble. 'You had me there. It was really smooth.'

'Yeah, well, smooth's just about all I've got.' Aaron looked over his shoulder as the golem passed with a dark look, and his shoulders fell. 'What?' he snapped. The golem only let out a low, wordless grunt with a shake of his head, and it walked away, leaving Aaron to call after it, 'Yeah, that's right. Keep walking … you Chia Pet.'

'So that's a golem?'

'Yes.' The rabbi's grandson nodded in agreement with Sam's question as he turned back to the hunters and shrugged off his dark coat. 'Shaped from clay and brought to life by rabbis to protect the Jewish people in times of — I don't know — general crappiness.' He laid his jacket over the back of his chair with a disinterested shrug.

'Huh. And I can see the two of you are getting along swimmingly,' Alex half-joked as she listened to the golem moved unseen through the rest of the house. The wooden floors clunked and creaked under each step, fading as he paced further away before growing louder as he returned towards them.

'Hardly,' came the begrudging response. 'My grandfather left him to me. I'm the last surviving descendant of this … thing, this … initiative.'

'The Judah Initiative?' Sam guessed, and Alex's wings flicked uncomfortably as the golem circled around to stand behind them, a dark frown set into his heavy face as he turned to look out the large front window.

Aaron started to agree with Sam, but the golem was louder. 'Who?' he growled, his voice sounding like a clap of thunder, and Alex almost jumped out of her skin. She spun around to stare up at the golem, and he boomed out, 'Who are they to know about the men of Judah?'

'It's okay.' Dean held out his hands non-threateningly, and he took a step away from the massive creature so he look it in the eyes as his voice took on the colorful cadence one would expect when talking to a two year old. 'We are the good guys.'

'W-We're hunters,' Sam added. 'Uh — Sam and Dean Winchester. This is Alex. We know about the Judah Initiative because our grandfather was Men of Letters.' He motioned to himself and his brother, and Alex's wings twitched as the golem's skeptical eye turned over them, hesitating on the angel for longer than she would have liked.

'Yes,' the creature finally admitted. 'The rabbis knew the Men of Letters.' He turned back to gaze out the large window with another, prolonged grunting noise, and Alex swiped a hand through her blonde hair with a shake of her head. She didn't think she was a fan of the golem.

By the look in Dean's eyes as he turned back to Aaron, it was clear he was feeling the same. 'Hey, uh,' he asked, 'any chance you've got something to drink?'

'Uh, yeah. Is beer fine?' When both Dean nodded, Aaron stepped back. 'I'll go get some.' He disappeared around the corner, leaving the three hunters alone with the silent golem. Alex shifted uncomfortably, and she focused on Aaron's footsteps as he moved to and from the fridge before returning with four cans. He handed two to the Winchesters, who mumbled out their thanks. Dean immediately cracked open his drink and took a long swig as Aaron motioned to the couch. 'Take a seat,' he offered, and he handed the last drink to Alex before he took his own seat in the armchair across from them. Sam sat down in a wooden chair, and the young angel joined Dean on the couch as Aaron began, 'So — your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?'

Dean nodded. 'Yeah. Grandfather, mom, dad, truckload of cousins — the whole family was lousy for it, but we … we never had a golem,' he finished with a wary look up at the clay man as it retraced its circuit around the room .

Alex followed his gaze to back to the watchful creature, and she added, 'No one in my family hunted — I think. Pretty sure. I … I just kind of fell into the life.' She cracked open her can with her fingernails and tossed the metal tab onto the coffee table. 'It was a hell of a shock, realizing how many … stories were actually real.'

'My grandfather's adventures, the Initiative, the golem, the war — they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid.' Aaron shifted in barely perceptible discomfort as his eyes flickered over the rabbis' clay creation. 'I thought it was make-believe. So did my parents — you know, fantasies to help him cope with the horrible stuff he'd seen, but every once and awhile, crazy old Grandpa Bass would come back from one of his trips, hand me a twenty dollar savings bond, and say, 'one day, you'll inherit the mantle.' ' His voice dropped low as he mimicked his grandfather's voice, and his gaze stayed focused on the floor as he continued, 'Sure enough, a few days after he died, this big box shows up at my apartment. He always said I'd know what to do, which was crap because when I opened the box, this big, naked potato-faced lunatic wakes up and goes crazy!'

'I didn't … go crazy,' the golem corrected, his deep voice rumbling through the small room.

'You trashed my entertainment center!' Aaron retorted angrily. 'And my water bed.'

The golem turned away from the window, features dark as he faced the hunters. 'This boy knows nothing, observes none of the mitzvahs, labors on the Sabbath, dines on swine,' he growled, and Alex's wings flicked at the anger in his eyes, her muscles tensing in case things were to suddenly go south.

Aaron didn't share in her fears. 'Everybody loves bacon!' he retorted.

'He's no rabbi!' the golem boomed. 'Laqauch achrayut!'

Aaron's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he held up a hand to silence the giant clay guardian. 'Oh, don't start with that stuff again,' he snapped. The golem turned to face him as it repeated its Hebrewic phrase, and the rabbi's grandson voice rose in anger. 'Enough!' he yelled, and he immediately lowered his voice, even though it lost none of its urgent plea. 'Please! Quiet time!'

The golem walked away, its heavy footsteps falling ominously as Sam turned to look at Alex. 'What was that?' he whispered. 'What did it say?'

'Hebrew,' Alex explained, fingers drumming on the aluminum can in her hands. 'It means, uh, 'take responsibility' or 'take charge.' Any idea what he taking about?' she asked Aaron, but the man just shook his head.

'No idea,' he admitted. 'You — you speak Hebrew?' When Alex only shrugged cryptically, his shoulders fell. 'Look, guys,' he began, 'I grew up in Short Hills. I cheated my way through Hebrew school. I — I never really listened to my grandfather, to what he was saying.'

'So, wait.' Dean leaned forward, confusion flitting across his face. 'He just sends you this — this golem and expects you to work it out?'

'He didn't get much chance to prepare me, I guess. My parents — they did everything they could to prevent him from screwing me up with all his crazy talk. See, after the war, my grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down something he called the Thule Society.'

'The Thule Society,' Sam repeated with a nod of understanding. 'Yeah. They were Nazis.'

'Nazi necromancers,' Dean added with a small rise and fall of his eyebrows.

The rabbi's grandson blinked rapidly. 'N-Necro-who?'

'Uh, necromancers,' Sam expounded, and Alex grunted in agreement. 'Uh, witches, sorcerers, dark magic, mostly with dead people.'

'Okay.' Aaron's voice sounded just as unsure as his posture suggested. 'All I know about the Thule Societies that they were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell-bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi party. My grandfather said the Judah Initiative was started to fight them.'

'And the Thule murdered your grandfather, boy,' the golem thundered, and Alex, having been too focused on the conversation at hand, startled slightly at his sudden presence behind her. 'Find them so I can do my work!' His large hand came down on one of the small wooden tables, and it shattered under his strength, sending its contents crashing to the ground.

Aaron jumped to his feet, eyes wide and hands outstretched angrily. 'Hey!' he yelled. 'Hey! We're renting here! Renting!' The golem only glowered and stalked back into the kitchen, and Aaron slouched back into his chair with a defeated shake of his head. 'Look,' he reluctantly began, 'I think my golem's right. My grandfather — he left me this message on my machine the day he died, and he said that he had found something that the Thules were willing to kill for. He said he was hiding it here in plain sight. He left me this weird — I don't know — equation.' He shifted in his seat as he dug a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. 'It's not a phone number or address or coordinates — QL673W38?'

He held the paper out to Dean, who took it so both he and Alex could study the strange code. 'Is it a combination?' the eldest Winchester guess fruitlessly before he handed it to Sam.

'Oh. It's a call number.' Sam looked up at the pieces clicked together. 'Library of Congress — their filing system. They use it in college libraries. Uh, QL673 .. that's sciences. Uh … birds, I'm guessing.' The hunter set his beer down onto the coffee table and jumped to his feet. 'Let's go.'

'You know the weirdest things,' Alex muttered as she followed him towards the front door, Dean and Aaron at her heels. 'Are we all going to take the same car?' she quickly added when the golem followed behind them like a stampede. 'Because there is no way we're all fitting if the Hulk here wants to tag along.'

She heard the golem grunt disapprovingly at her witty nickname, but Aaron shook his head. 'We'll drive separately,' he agreed. 'We can meet you there.'

'Sounds good. Oh, and, uh,' Alex hesitated as both brothers moved towards the Impala, turning to the rabbi's grandson as her voice dropped low in warning. 'Be careful. If this is really as important to the Thules as your grandfather suggested, they won't be giving up easily. So keep your head up.' A call from Dean had her hurrying away without another word, leaving the grandson and his golem on their own.

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Alex followed the two Winchesters up to the library door, her grace twitching warily as the golem and his master trailed behind. Dean crouched in front of the large, glass door, and quickly set to work on picking the lock while Alex stood guard, eyes and ears on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. She heard the pins slide and click into place, but they were quickly drowned out by Aaron's voice. 'What, do you three just break in wherever you go?'

'Yeah, well, our dad wanted us to have a solid career to fall back on, just in case this hunter thing didn't pan out,' Dean quipped, and Alex let out a small laugh at his wit. The door swung open, and all five entered. Alex was last, and she closed the door behind her.

'Okay,' Sam began, gaze trained on the large sign beside the library stairs, 'so if I'm right, then I think your grandfather switched out manuscript FD113 out of the archives. I'll be right back.' He hurried up the white, polished stairs, and Alex glanced over at Dean. When the hunter nodded, she followed after Sam.

He was already out of sight, and the angel flicked her grace out only far enough to confirm his identity before she started circling the library, setting up a perimeter around the Winchester. She kept half of her attention on his even footsteps as she silently moved forward, eyes and grace carefully checking each rows of shelves for the unnatural.

Sam's footsteps stopped, and Alex heard pages rustling followed by the soft whistle of a projectile and a grunt. She heard Sam stagger, and a low, soft voice rumbled through the silent room. 'I owe you thanks. The rabbi took me this far, but you … you took me all the way. Now, give me the ledger —'

Alex's wings carried her up and over the shelves, and each dip of her wings had a shiver running through her spine as her appendages passed through the metal. She landed at Sam's side, and she blinked in surprise at the sharply-dressed blond in front of them. 'Nazi necromancer?' she guessed when the man's blue eyes flashed at her presence. 'You look … less dead than I expected.' Sam stumbled beside her, but the angel didn't dare take her eyes off of the Nazi. 'Sam,' she instructed. 'Run.' She could feel a dark, evil sickness swimming through her veins, and she repeated herself, voice growing louder with urgency. 'Run!'

Sam staggered away, the ledger held tightly in his hands, and Alex shifted so the man couldn't run after him. He tipped his head, displeasure darkening his eyes to see his prize getting away. 'What are you?' he demanded. 'Clearly you're not human; what kind of creature could possibly be working with the Men of Letters?'

Alex let her wings flare up. 'I'm an angel. Now what the hell did you do to Sam?' She let her weapon slide down into her hands when the necromancer stepped closer, and her eyes narrowed at the small blow dart in his right hand. 'What's that? The hell is that?' Footsteps thudded up the stone stairs, and both raised her head. 'Hear that?' the angel taunted. 'That's the rabbi's golem. Now are you going to tell me what you did to my friend, or are we gonna have to beat it out of you?'

The Thule just laughed, and Alex lost her patience. Her angel blade disappeared back into her sleeve, and her fist went out, connecting with the man's jaw. It cracked under the impact, and his hands went up defensively. Something pricked into Alex's skin, followed by a sharp, angry pain as evil spilled into her, and the angel's grace fought back. She yanked the dart out of her wrist and threw it aside as she lashed out again. A sharp jab of the heel of her right palm into his diaphragm sent him backwards, followed by a hook to the jaw, and she dropped her blade into her hand as she grasped the collar of his shirt.

The Nazi held her gaze, jaw set tightly as he spat out, 'Long live the Thule.'

He died without another sound, and Alex let his body fall to the ground. 'Sorry you missed the show, Clayface.' The angel stepped away as the golem approached, and she didn't look back in apprehension of the mirthless frown on his face. 'Do you know what happened to Sam? How's he doing?'

'He'll be fine now that this nachash is dead.' The golem looked down at the body, and Alex saw how his fists clenched at his side.

The angel stepped away, lips pulled downwards into a frown. 'Bring the body downstairs,' she told him. 'We'll burn and bury him outside of town.' Her wings carried her down the stairs, and she paused to see Sam slumped on the stairs. 'You okay?' The angel knelt down beside him, and she reached out to touch the small puncture hole in his neck. Her grace snuck inwards and patched it up, and she turned her head to look at Dean and Aaron. 'The big guy's bringing the Nazi down,' she explained as she pulled herself to her feet. A loud crunch from the floor above had her looking up with a small wince, imagination whirling as she considered what could have made that noise. 'Um, yeah. And if there's a body left to bury, we should get that done before the sun comes up.'

'There's a wooded area just north of the campus,' Sam said from the stairs, his breath slightly ragged, and Alex turned to look back at him, concern flitting across her face. The Winchester noticed and held up a hand, promising that he was okay. 'We can —' He cut off when the golem appeared at the top of the stairs, the Thule's dead and mangled body being dragged behind by his ankle.

Alex looked over at Dean with a grimace. 'I think I'm gonna fly out of here and start on that grave,' she decided. 'You … take care of this and meet me there, okay?' She turned on her heels and hurried out of the library with a unnerved flick of her wings. That golem had … problems.

She dug a shovel out of the Impala's trunk, and then her wings carried her up into the air. Her innate compass guided her north, and she easily spotted the wooded area, complete with a lonely, dirt road that ran through the eastern edge. The angel touched down on the grassy side, and, after sending a quick text to Dean so they could easily find her location, she trekked a few meters until she reached the tree line.

Her shovel sunk into the frozen dirt, and the angel turned her mind to the clay monster as her grace sunk down into the earth in an attempt to thaw the ground. She had done some reading about golems back when she had spent time with Bobby in between working with the Winchesters, and if she remembered correctly, golems were warriors, created during times of hardship and violence.

She hit a rock, and the angel dug it out with a loud, drawn out growl. Nothing spelled out fun like digging graves in the winter, but somehow it was better than being around that golem. If Aaron didn't learn how to take control of it, then they would have to take care of it. Which meant … how could one kill a golem anyways? Sam had taken a fucking machete to its arm and it hadn't even flinched. It didn't even bleed. How could anyone kill anything that doesn't bleed?

The crunching of rocks under tires had the angel looking up from her musings, and she clambered out of the shallow three foot grave she had dug to see the Impala and Aaron's small pickup pull to a stop. 'Hey,' she called as the Winchesters removed the body from the trunk. 'I'm thinking this is deep enough for our purposes.' She saw how the golem got out of the car, but he stayed by Aaron, speaking in a low, quiet voice.

'This feels like a bag of Legos,' Dean muttered as he and his brother tossed the sheet-wrapped body into the pit, and Alex watched in disgust as the corpse landed, its joints sticking out at unnatural angles. 'The golem destroyed this guy.'

'Yeah,' Sam agreed, and he unscrewed the lid to the accelerant as he added, 'So, uh … Thule society necromancers aside, what's our contingency plan on that?' He glanced over towards the golem, and Alex let out a low hum of distrust.

'I killed this necromancer, guys,' Alex agreed as Sam finished preparing the body. 'I stabbed him once. All this … this damage was done after this guy was dead. I don't like the idea of something capable of the violence walking around without a leash.'

Sam nodded in agreement. 'I mean, I'd like to think knew how to stop him if we had to. Unless you think Aaron can get a handle on him.'

Dean pulled his matchbox out of his pocket. 'I don't know,' he admitted, and in one fluid motion he lit the matches and tossed them into the grave. Flames sprung to life, enveloping the sheet, and Dean slid his hands into his pockets.

Alex glanced over at the pickup truck to see Aaron watching them, eyes wide and jaw slack, and Alex turned back to the brothers with a half-amused huff. 'He probably thinks that we're psychopaths,' she joked, and she smiled when Sam reached out, hands extended towards the jumping flames. 'And that's probably not helping,' she added teasingly.

'It's cold,' the Winchester defended, fingers wiggling slightly. 'What am I supposed to do? Freeze?'

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Alex looked up as the front door to Aaron's house swung open, her wings stretching out defensively; they quickly fell back to her side when Dean stepped through, four cups of coffee in a cardboard container. 'Hey,' she called, and her voice had the Winchester sitting at the kitchen table next to her looking up. His fingers stopped clacking on the keyboard when Dean echoed back her greeting and made his way over to them.

'What'd you find out?' he asked his brother, gaze going between the laptop and the ledger that lay in front of Aaron. The rabbi's grandson had his head in his hands as he stared down at the pages, every word scrawled in almost unreadable German.

'I think it's a log-book from a Nazi compound in Belarus,' Sam explained while Dean set the drinks down onto the wooden table. 'It was run by the Thule.'

'This is the red ledger,' Aaron added when Dean sat down across from Alex, and the young angel took a sniff of her drink to make sure it was what she had ordered before she took a sip. 'It was lost in the fire that destroyed the compound, but my grandfather was convinced it had been found after the war.'

'It lists the camp's populace as well as the horrible experiments that were performed on them,' Alex explained; the ledger had been easy to read with her celestial abilities. Her feathers ruffled out slightly in displeasure as the golem entered the kitchen, but the rest of the humans seemed to ignore him. 'There was quite a bit of detail as well. The experiments weren't just mad scientist shit — it involved black magic.'

'More horrible than words,' the golem rumbled, and all four looked up.

'You were there, weren't you?' Sam realized. 'In the camp.'

The golem nodded its large, broad head. 'I was made in the ghetto of Vitsyebsk to tear that hell down,' he explained darkly. 'I broke its walls, its men. The commandant burned the place to ash around me.'

Sam hesitated, and Alex took a sip of her hot coffee as he asked slowly, 'Okay, um, w-what does it mean when — when you tell Aaron to take charge?'

'The boy would know … if he could consult the pages.' The golem's words were accompanied by a dark glare in the direction of Aaron Bass, and the man looked away.

'Pages?' Dean looked between the two in confusion. 'W-What pages?'

The golem's glare only intensified, and Aaron's discomfort grew. 'When I was — when I was bar mitzvahed, my — my grandfather gave me a little old book,' he began. 'It was in Hebrew. It was like an owner's manual for a golem.'

'Okay, great,' Dean agreed, leaning back in his chair. 'Get that, then.'

I — I can't, exactly.' Aaron fidgeted in his chair, and Alex glanced up at the angry golem. 'When I went to high school, I sort of … drifted. I started getting off the academic track, and, uh, I kind of, um … I kind of smoked it.'

Alex dropped her head into her hands with a low groan, and the golem boomed, 'The boy smoked the pages.'

'They were these thin, vellum-y pages. I mean, it was perfect for rolling.' The rabbi's grandson tried to defend himself before the Winchesters, and Alex let her chair slide backwards as she rested her forehead on the table. Aaron continued his insistent defense. 'Look, they were driving instructions for a clay man, okay? It was nonsense! Right?' He looked over at the golem, faltering slightly. 'I mean … I … okay. Alright. Look, I'm sorry, right?' he snapped at the creature. 'Why can't you just tell me what I don't know!'

Alex jumped with a small, surprised squeak as the golem slammed his palms down onto the table next to her. 'It's not my place to guide the rabbi, teach the teacher!' he yelled in anger. 'It's not my place! Laqauch achrayut!' He stalked out of the room, and Alex lifted her head and let it fall back onto the table.

Sam's hand came to rest on her back, and Dean joked, 'That's not super comforting, got to say.' Alex heard his chair slide back as Dean rose to his feet, and she huffed in complete agreement. He had smoked the pages — the one thing that could tell him how to control this beast. Wonderful.

Sam's hand drew away as he began to speak. 'So, as far as I can tell, these experiments — the Thules were murdering Jews, gypsies, just about anybody and everybody then trying to magically reanimate them. They were trying to figure out a way to bring their own dead back to life … which I'm guessing they figured out because this.' He pulled the ledger close to him and spun it around, and Alex leaned up against his shoulder to watch as he flipped the page. 'The last page is a roster of every dead Thule member who was reanimated.'

'This is why they killed my grandfather?'

'Anything in there on how to kill it?' Dean added from near the sink, and Alex glanced over her shoulder to find him nibbling on the cold pizza they had picked up last night after burning the Thule's body.

Sam nodded. 'Apparently, they experimented with that, too. Um, headshot. But if you don't burn the body within twelve hours, it reanimates again.'

'Nazi bastards.' Dean shoved the last of the pizza crust into his mouth before he wiped the crumbs off his hands. 'Alright. I'll call Garth — maybe one of his contacts will know something.' He thumped a hand on Alex's shoulder. 'Do the same.'

'Sure thing.' Alex rose to her feet and straightened her shirt. 'I've got a few trees I can shake. Call if you guys need anything.' When neither Winchester seemed to protest, she took off into the sky.

She ducked and twirled through the thick clouds as she moved through the country, her grace searching the land below until she found what she was looking for. She dropped down and landed among the large, cypress trees beside a large, greenish lake. A Florida swamp.

A group of men stood in front of her, their heads bowed in deep conversation. Only one looked up when she landed, and white and maroon wings flicked both in silent acknowledgement and confusion. Alex waved him over with a twitch of her own black and gold feathers, and the angel nodded. He excused himself from his group, much to their confusion, and joined her by the water. 'Fancy seeing you here,' Galavant quipped, wings rising in greeting as he approached.

Alex let hers fall out in return before she folded them back at her side. 'Yeah, it's not a coincidence. What's this? I mean, I guess it's role playing, but —'

'Dystopia Rising,' the angel explained, his clipped voice making his accent even more pronounced. 'It's a post-apocalyptic world focused upon the changing human condition. Quite fascinating, I think.' His hand moved to rest at the machete that hung at his side, and Alex only shook her head with a gentle roll of her eyes. 'But I can tell that's not why you're here,' Galavant finished. 'So then, why?'

'Because you were a watcher.' Alex glanced over to where the group of LARPers were still talking, and she shoved her hands into her jean pockets. 'Listen. I need to know what you know about the Thule Society. They were a German group active during World War II, and they dabbled in the black arts — necromancy, to be more specific. Ever heard of them?'

She watched as Galavant's eyes narrowed in thought, and after a second or two he nodded. 'The Thule Society,' he repeated. 'It does ring a bell, yes. Nazi society heavily influenced by the teachings of de Plancy and Nietzsche that supported and flourished under Hitler's rule. Have you ever heard of the Judah Initiative?' he inquired. 'They were —'

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'A Jewish society that fought the Thules? Yeah. We're actually working with one of the descendants … and his golem. Speaking of,' the angel added, wings flicking casually, 'You wouldn't know how to drive one of those, huh? This guy may or may not have … rolled up and smoked the manual.' She frowned when a wide grin spread across the other angel's face, and she did her best to keep her face straight. 'Gal, it really isn't that funny. I've got a clay war machine with a personal vendetta against all things Nazi. Any idea how to shut him down?'

Galavant's fingers drummed on the handle of his weapon. 'Well,' he hummed, 'lets see. Golems are clay creatures created by rabbis and passed down generation to generation. Each rabbi writes their name on the golem's scroll to take charge of him —'

'Wait wait. Scroll?' Alex's eyes narrowed at his words. 'What scroll?'

'Every golem has a scroll in their mouth,' the angel explained. 'It's their life-force. Remove it, and they deactivate. Write your name on it, and you become their master. Burn it, and they die. That's the only way short of some massive spell work to stop one.'

'Not even this will work?' Alex's grace dropped her sword into her hands, and she twirled it around twice for emphasis. 'That kind of sucks. Although I suppose you can't kill what can't bleed—'

Alex? You better get back here.

Alex tipped her head at Sam's prayer, and her eyes narrowed as Dean's voice followed, overlapping with his brother's so it was barely perceptible, and she only caught the words necromancer and ass. 'I have to go,' she started, taking a step away from Galavant. 'I just — thank you for all your help — really — but there's trouble back home and I really need to get going. I — we can talk later?'

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'Go.' The angel's wings flicked towards her as he shrugged. 'I have things I must get back to.'

Alex didn't hear the rest of his sentence as she took off upwards into the air. Her flight back to Pennsylvania took her mere seconds, and she landed outside of Aaron's rental house with a cautious flick of her grace. Inside was three human souls along with the clay golem — he, however, didn't seem to be moving. There were three other … somethings as well, something dark, something evil that vaguely resembled the soul of men but felt closer to a vengeful spirit that was still attached to its earthly body. Alex could hear conversation, and she took a deep breath to calm herself as she walked up to the front door. Just play it dumb. Play it cool.

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'Morning.' She kicked the door closed behind her as she strolled in, one eyebrow raised as she calmly took in deactivated golem in front of her. Its mouth hung slack and its shoulders were hunched as it stared blankly ahead, and the angel gave it a wary look as she moved further into the house. Two of the necromancers had guns pointed at the Winchesters, and the third stood in the center of the room, faced towards the three men as he addressed them. All three were clad in suits, sharply dressed, and Alex tugged slightly on the hem of her open flannel to try and fix her own appearance.

'Ah.' The heavily german accent from the leader had Alex's looking up from her clothing. 'And who might you be? A friend of the rabbi, perhaps?'

'Who? You mean Aaron?' Alex let her shoulders rise and fall nonchalantly, gaze flickering over to where the wide-eyed grandson had fallen back against the plaster wall. 'I guess you could say that. Although technically I ride with those two.' She pointed a finger at the Winchesters, a small smirk towards the dark-haired necromancer a deceitful clue that she had no idea how much trouble she was in.

'I-I don't think Eckhart —'

'Shh.' Alex silenced Aaron with a gentle noise. 'No need to talk. I know what I'm doing. You.' She pointed a finger at the German in front of her. 'You're one of those Nazi necromancer douches, aren't you? Yeah. You know, I killed one of your little friends just last night. In the library. Ring a bell?'

'His name was Torvald.' Eckhart's eyes glittered darkly, and he added, 'And you will suffer for that.'

'Mm. Right.' The angel's nonchalantness was coming easier now, and she shoved her hands into her pockets. She watched as one of the necromancers moved into the kitchen and returned a few seconds later, the red ledger in his hands. 'I'll be needing that back,' she told him before turning back to the leader. 'And I'm not scared of you, you Nazi dick.'

Eckhart took the red ledger from his companion and flipped through the pages; only once he had confirmed that it was indeed what he was looking for did he turn his dull, soulless eyes back onto Alex. 'Perhaps you should be,' he warned, a perceivable threat lining his voice. 'If you knew what you were up against, you wouldn't be so calm.'

Alex scoffed, eyes rolling dramatically at the Nazi's egocentric statement. 'I've got a pretty good idea of what you are,' she retorted. 'And why the hell would I be afraid of you? What can you do to me? I could kill you — all it would take is one, single touch.' She snapped her fingers to emphasize her confidence, and her eyes zeroed in on the Nazi who had handed Eckhart the ledger. Cocky disbelief lined his face, and he stepped towards Alex when she raised her eyebrow, an unspoken challenge dancing in her eyes. 'I don't even need a gun,' she taunted. 'You Nazis think you're so tough? You couldn't —'

Alex ducked a flying fist, and she stepped backwards defensively as she righted and centered herself. Her wings stretched out to balance her, and she took only a mere second to gauge the necromancer in front of her before she slipped forward. A hand on his cheek gave her the physical connection her grace needed, and it flooded his body like a match dropped into gasoline. The brainstem disintegrated, the organs melted, and the eyes burned away into nothing before Alex let go, and the body fell to the ground. Alex didn't watch it go, too caught up in her satisfaction of the shock and horror on the others' faces.

There was nothing quite like the exhilarating rush that came from that display of power.

'Perhaps I should introduce myself.' The angel stepped over the corpse, making a show of wiping her dirtied hand off on her jeans. 'My name is Alex. I'm an angel of the Lord. And yes, I know who you are. The spawn of Satan's whore — which is ironic, because I know Satan, and I don't think even he would stoop so low to bring about you.' She let her angel blade fall down into her hands as she stopped in front of Eckhart, head raised to meet his level gaze. 'I think you know what happens next.'

'You fool!' the necromancer spat, and Alex's wings stretched angrily outwards, her feathers brushing the plaster ceilings. 'You can kill me, but you will never kill all the Thule.'

'We'll see.' Alex braced one hand on the Nazi's shoulder as she plunged her weapon into his heart, and the necromancer's eyes flashed violently with light as the evil within him was burned away. There was a scuffle behind him, and as he crumpled to the ground, two gunshots echoed through the living room. Alex looked up to see guns in the Winchester's hands, and the third and final necromancer lay dead on the floor. 'Everyone okay?' she inquired.

'Y-Yeah.' Aaron rose to his feet, wide eyes taking in the carnage that lay all around. 'Yeah,' he repeated, his voice more steady and sure.

Alex looked over at the two Winchesters, and Dean nodded. 'Well, now we know — paper beats golem, fire beats undead Nazi zombie freaks,' he joked, and Alex rolled her eyes.

'Speaking of,' she said, and she let her grace secure her weapon back up in her sleeve, 'I found someone who knew about the Thule Society and the golems. He said that the scroll's the key, so if you don't want to keep him …' she added to Aaron.

'Yeah, I know.' The rabbi's grandson knelt down beside Eckhart's body and removed a small, paper scroll from the necromancer's dead hands. 'But no thanks. I mean … Eckhart might be dead, but you heard him. The Thule are still out there … hidden, active.' He rose to his feet and unwound the small, thin string that kept the paper in place to look at the last name scrawled onto the parchment. 'That's my grandfather,' he murmured to himself. 'He left me something important. Something only I can do.'

Alex watched as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and copied his own name down, and she stepped over Eckhart's body as Aaron moved towards the deactivated golem. 'You guys sure you're okay?' she asked the brothers. She reached up to brush gentle fingers over a small cut on Sam's cheek, and her grace stitched up the small laceration. 'You should have called me sooner.'

Sam gently moved her hand away. 'We were fine,' he promised. 'Don't worry about us.'

Alex opened her mouth to respond, but the sudden movement of the golem gave her pause. Aaron had reinserted the scroll into the clay creature's mouth. 'It looks like I'm in the Judah Initiative now,' he admitted to the golem.

'Laqauch achrayut,' the creature rumbled.

Confusion flickered momentarily across Aaron's face. 'B-But I thought I did.'

'Yes.' The golem dipped his head to his new master, and Alex let out a long, drawn-out breath as she looked down at the three necromancers that lay on the ground.

'We should start to clean this up,' she decided when Dean and Sam exchanged looks above her head. 'I, uh — sorry about the mess,' she added to Aaron, whose attention had now turned back to the three hunters. 'I … the blood will come out, especially with the wood here, and the, uh, burning smell shouldn't last too long. I don't think.' She looked up at the Winchesters. 'I can get us three sheets for the bodies,' she decided. 'Let's just get this over and done with so we can go home.'

She moved off towards the front door, only hesitating when she reached the front steps. No doubt the Winchesters would want to console the young rabbi, and to give him the same warning they gave every new hunter, but Alex wasn't concerned about that. She had said 'go home.'That had a nice ring to it. The angel's wings fluffed out pleasantly. She had forgotten how good it felt to use that word. Home.

...

There was music playing in the bunker. Alex didn't recognize it, but she followed the source through the halls and up into the library. Sam was there, rifling through one of the many drawers full of Men of Letters records. 'What are you doing?' she asked as he pulled out a blank card, and she leaned up against one of the pillars curiously.

Dean entered the room and pulled open the small refrigerator, and Sam moved back towards his laptop. 'Ordering,' he explained. 'I'm making a, uh, card entry for our, uh, copies from the Thule's red ledger for our collection.'

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His brother paused, a beer in his hand, and he slowly put the drinks back into the fridge as he turned to Sam. 'So,uh, what? Aaron's a J.I, and … you're a Man of Letters now? Is that it?' He poured two glass of scotch and set one down in front of his brother. Sam looked up, unsure how to answer, and Dean sat down across from him. 'Good,' he finally said.

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Alex stepped out of the room, leaving the two brothers to drink alone. 'Castiel?' She turned her gaze up towards the ceiling as she walked down the empty hall, and her voice dropped into a whisper when her word echoed loudly. 'Are you there? I haven't heard from you in a long time.' The angel paused beside her door, shoulders falling. 'I'm sorry if I hurt you, but please just let me know if you're okay.'

There was no answer, and the young angel sighed. 'I'm sorry, Castiel. Just please be okay.'