Daughter of the Universe // [SPN + Lucifer]

Identity Theft Is Not a Joke, Jim!

Season: Seven

Episode(s): Slash Fiction

*Azeline/Alexa's POV*

A lot of shit has happened since our first encounter with the Leviathans, so I'll make this quick: Bobby was fine. Sam had suffered a bad head trauma, but he managed to get through it. Dean broke his leg, but it healed. With Bobby's place in ashes, we'd been staying at Rufus's old cabin.

We dealt with the Egyptian god, Osiris. Dean was put on trial for god-knows-what and our dear old friend Jo Harvelle made a brief appearance. 

Several days after that, we tackled a divorced witch couple that were making life hell for each other and the town they lived in. We actually managed to Dr. Phil them and get them back together.

Oh yeah, we also managed to snag a Levi. We had him chained up in the cabin. Bobby was in the midst of questioning and trying to find something to kill him with when we got downstairs.

"How are my three favorite meat-sicles?" the Levi, who was going by Chet, asked. 

"Is he still sucking air?" Dean groaned. 

"Greatest hits didn't do the trick," Bobby said. "I'm down to B-sides and deep cuts."

"Well, you better figure something out quick," I said, crossing my arms. "Whatever spell that witch dude put on him won't hold forever. If he gets his strength, we're gonna have to drop a fucking car on him."

"Actually... Edgar walked away from that car," Chet smirked. "He's fine."

Quick recap: While Lucifer and I were making out-- up, Dean dropped a car on the Leviathan that ambushed us at Bobby's place. 

"Edgar's a little pissed at you, but... oh. You didn't know?" Chet feigned confusion. 

"Why don't you shut your caketrap?" Dean hissed. Chet blew a kiss at him. 

"Bobby... you've been using all this stuff and he still won't talk?" Sam asked. Bobby shook his head. Dean slammed a fist on the table and pulled up a stool next to Chet. 

"Huddle over, coach?" Chet snarled. 

"How'd you find us?" Dean asked him. 

"It was easy," Chet scoffed. "I used pattern-recognition software and a basic heuristic algorithm to track your known aliases."

"Great," Bobby grunted. "Just what we need-- a Mensa monster." Dean stood up and walked back to us while Chet giggled. 

"Alright," I said. "Let's start from the fucking start, why don't we? Where'd you get our aliases?"

"From your trench-coated friend, obviously," Chet answered. "When we were all nestled in at Camp Cas, kind of got the full download. That's just how we do."

"So everything we ever told Cas-- hideouts, fake names, secrets-- they know it all," I groaned. 

"Why are you talking to us, Chet?" Bobby approached him. "You're not dumb. Why you spilling state secrets?"

"'Cause I'm not scared of you," Chet stared into his eyes. "You can't stop me. You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed, you stupid little chewtoys. You are aware that I'm the least of your concerns, right? You haven't watched the news today, have you?"

"What did you do, you pile of shit?" I snapped. The Levi winked at me. 

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"The three assailants, two men who were presumed dead and one unidentified woman, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors. Sam and Dean Winchester are two of the three subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California."