After returning to the Bunker, Alex, Dean, and Sam decided to wait for Castiel and his chaotic quartet — GIR, MIMI, Stitch, and Claptrap, who were always ready to spread chaos at any given opportunity.

Castiel showed up the next day, and his news was far from pleasant — at least for Sam and Dean. Alex and the girls already knew who Amara was, but for the brothers, learning that Amara was God’s sister hit like a punch to the gut. To them, it sounded like: God sealed away His sister, she got offended — and now she’s planning to destroy everything. And that was… a lot.

To make matters worse, Dean got angry at Cas for letting Metatron go. But GIR, MIMI, Stitch, and Claptrap immediately stepped in and explained that they had secretly attached a tracker to the Scribe of God. Now Metatron would be monitored no matter where he hid. Hearing that, Dean couldn’t even bring himself to blame Castiel — he should have thought of it long ago.

Despite this, the situation with Amara still irritated him. A new exhausting week of information hunting began. Using his angelic abilities, Castiel traveled wherever he wanted, gathering books and chronicles, while the others dug through every available source — the Bunker library and even the FBC database. Meanwhile, Alex contacted Jessie and asked her to bring the Bureau’s agents into the search as well.

One unpleasant moment that week was Sam beginning to pray to God again, hoping for guidance. When Dean saw that, he exploded: he reminded his brother that God didn’t care about the world or humanity, that He didn’t show up even during the Apocalypse — and certainly wouldn’t now, when His offended sister was wandering the earth craving revenge.

Alex, however, knew the truth: the visions Sam was receiving weren’t sent by Chuck at all, but by Lucifer, who was trapped in the Cage. And it was all part of Chuck’s plan: since Dean was slowly slipping out of His control and gravitating toward Amara, God decided to repeat His old trick and began pulling Sam to His side through Lucifer — so the brothers would eventually stand against each other.

Alex, Lucina, Alice, and Samantha observed what was happening, fully aware of how dangerous any misunderstanding between the brothers was right now. Alex did everything he could to keep a fight from breaking out — Chuck would benefit far too much from it.

Sam still believed that God would help or at least give a hint, while Dean grew increasingly tangled in his own feelings. The seeds of doubt Amara planted in him in his dreams had taken root — and Dean often couldn’t tell what was true and what was a lie anymore.

Because Dean was walking around irritated and gloomy, Sam and Castiel even started suspecting that the Mark of Cain was affecting him again. But Alex quickly shut down those conversations before the conflict could escalate.

He chose the simplest solution: he grabbed Dean and dragged him to a local bar in Lebanon. A week spent locked up in the Bunker was wearing everyone down.

They drank until the bar closed, and then sat out in a field under the night sky, continuing to drink. Meanwhile, Alice took it upon herself to look after Sam: thanks to her gift of foresight, she was able to gently explain to him that visions aren’t always truthful. She spoke in hints, but Sam understood.

Alex and Dean returned to the Bunker at dawn. Alex managed to bring Dean back to his senses — he reminded him that this wasn’t the time for fights, that they needed to stick together. Dean was grateful: finally, someone understood that there was no point in hoping for a God who didn’t care about the world, and that they had to act on their own.

Meanwhile, Alice carefully planted the idea in Sam’s mind that the source of his visions might not be who he thought it was.

Thanks to that, Dean and Sam reconciled after a day of separate rest, which greatly pleased Alex and the girls. None of them wanted to witness another family drama between the two brothers — it felt far too much like one of Chuck’s traps.

Alex had anticipated all this and acted quickly — he managed to prevent a split.

As for another week of life in the Bunker for Alex and the girls, nothing had changed much, except that the other girls could no longer come in the mornings to make breakfast and spend time with Alex.

But no one forbade them from coming at night, so Alex had to set up a soundproof barrier to make sure no one heard what was happening in his room. Whereas before, when Alex lived in Forks, the girls came one at a time in the morning, now they visited him at night — and not alone.

A couple of times, Alex even had to set up a time barrier to spend more time with those who came from Orario and wanted to spend as many hours with him as possible.

And so another week in the Bunker came to an end.

Alex woke up in the morning to strong embraces and a pleasant feeling on his face. Opening his eyes, he saw Ada pressed to one side of him and Koko on the other, both girls with sleepy faces, clearly unwilling to get up.

Alex was still amazed that Ada and Koko somehow managed to argue at every opportunity, even when they were in the same bed with him.

Knowing it was time to get up and get to work, Alex gently woke everyone.

As usual, Ada didn’t want to get up — she kissed Alex on the cheek, opened a portal in her underwear, and went back to Orario to catch a few more hours of sleep.

Before leaving, Koko gave Alex a strong kiss — she had to go to work at the Guild; duty called.

Lucina, Alice, and Samantha shuffled to the bathroom, still looking sleepy.

Alex joined them, trying to fully wake up. While brushing his teeth, Alice carefully massaged his face so he wouldn’t look as intimidating as usual in the morning.

The girls joked a couple of times that Alex and Dean looked more alike in the mornings than Dean and Sam — and both looked equally grim.

As he washed up, Alex had no idea that this day would bring him far more headaches.

After finishing their morning routines, Alex and the girls reluctantly headed to breakfast. Alex was thinking about what to cook — after all, he had to feed not only the girls but also the two grown men, Sam and Dean.

On the way to the kitchen, they ran into Dean, wrapped in a robe and looking like an old man forcibly woken at six in the morning. Alex and Dean exchanged nods and a hoarse “hmm.”

The girls giggled again at how similar the two looked in the mornings.

When they reached the kitchen, they were met with a strange and slightly chaotic scene:

Sam stood as if holding someone back, ready to strike.

The entire table was covered in sweets, which were endlessly disappearing into the stomachs of GIR, MIMI, and Stitch. The trio paid no attention to Sam — they were only interested in the sweets; everything else was irrelevant.

The first thought of Alex and the girls was:

“They raided a pastry shop again last night.”

Dean, however, thought that Sam’s “brains had cooked again” and that he was seeing another hallucination from Lucifer.

“Dude! Who are you talking to?” Dean asked, trying to get his brother’s attention.

“With him. Don’t you see him?” Sam replied, still holding someone invisible and looking at Alex, the girls, and Dean in surprise.

“You really don’t see him?” Samantha asked equally astonished, staring at the empty space next to Sam.

After her words, everyone turned to look at her. At that moment, Alex was desperately trying to pull some memories from his subconscious.

Samantha noticed that only she and Sam could see the strange boy in the silly children’s clothes with the ridiculous smile.

Realizing he hadn’t gone mad, Sam was relieved: the strange kid wasn’t just visible to him, but to Samantha too — and she looked equally stunned.

“Well… what the hell is going on here?” Alex groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It’s early morning, and I’m very angry. Whoever you’re holding — I’m going for a stick. And I still need to figure out which pastry shop GIR, MIMI, and Stitch robbed.”

“Wait, they didn’t do it. He did,” Sam said, pointing to the empty space beside him.

“Yep, that was me. I guarantee — the taste is finger-licking good,” a voice said, and before their eyes, the strange man appeared.

Alex turned his gaze to the man, raised an eyebrow — and finally remembered what was happening. Lucina and Alice also raised their eyebrows, unsure of who was standing before them. Dean froze, still trying to comprehend what he saw. Samantha stared at the stranger as if trying with all her might to remember where she had seen his face before.

Noticing her gaze, the man lit up with joy, as if seeing a kindred spirit, and waved at her with a lively smile, as though they were old, very old friends.

“So… who is this?” Dean asked, unable to make sense of what the hell was going on.

“This… is my friend. Sally. From childhood,” Sam said awkwardly, not quite knowing how to explain it.

“You mean that idiot with the stupid grin and ridiculous clothes is your imaginary friend from childhood? Sally?” Dean clarified with a completely blank expression, pointing at the man.

“But… how is that possible? He’s imaginary. I remember that for sure,” Samantha muttered in a stunned tone.

“My love, just tell me that this guy, who looks like a children’s party enthusiast… was also your imaginary friend?” Alex groaned heavily.

“Well… yeah. Sort of,” Samantha said, blushing and nodding sheepishly.

“Hey! First of all, I’m not an idiot. Second, yes, I like kids. And Samantha, I’m so glad you’re okay! You even got married! That’s wonderful…” Sally said in a slightly offended tone, then, touched, wiped away a tear.

Alex’s eye twitched at his words. Lucina and Alice looked on with the expression of people completely disconnected from reality. Alex and Dean exchanged glances. They nodded in perfect sync. Made the exact same decision without a word.

“I’ll go get a gun,” Dean said calmly, turning toward his room.

“And I’ll take a stick. We need to kick this children’s party enthusiast out of our house,” Alex said just as dryly, following him.

The perfect synchronicity made everyone think once again that, indeed, Alex and Dean could really be brothers.

Samantha didn’t know how to react. As a child, she had been sure Sally was a figment of her imagination, and he disappeared after a couple of years, as an imaginary friend should. Lucina and Alice exchanged glances and quietly asked her what was going on. Blushing, Samantha began whispering about her strange childhood and that “imaginary” friend.

“No, wait! I’m not the enemy! My friend was killed!” Sally quickly shouted, trying to stop Alex and Dean, who were already walking away.

They stopped simultaneously. Turned around simultaneously. Exchanged glances again. And stared at Sally with equally skeptical looks.

“To clarify,” Alex began, taking out a cigarette, “did your imaginary friend die? Or… the real one? Or the one you considered a friend?”

“Or is it the friend you secretly followed and then broke into his house?” Dean added, equally sarcastic.

“Those are not the words you should have used! And you said them like you wanted to hurt me! And it sounded… well, exactly like that,” Sally said, offended, throwing up his hands. “And anyway, we are — Zanna. Me and… my dead friend.”

Alex skeptically raised an eyebrow and began massaging the bridge of his nose. He already had a good understanding of what was happening — and it was giving him a headache. Before Sally could continue, Alex raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

He walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee for himself and Dean. To listen to Sally, they needed caffeine — otherwise, Alex was ready to smack him just for being Samantha’s imaginary friend.

Dean, as always, regarded such beings with extreme skepticism. Lucina had already found her phone and started searching for who the Zanna were and what they represented. Samantha, meanwhile, was completely stunned: her “imaginary” friend turned out not to be imaginary at all, but a real being. And what was worse — Sally was also Sam’s imaginary friend.

Sam, sitting with a completely lost look, was also trying to process this.

Meanwhile, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch had nearly polished off all the sweets Sally had brought. They genuinely didn’t care who this chubby man in ridiculous clothes was — the candy mattered more. Everything else was meaningless to them.

Sally wanted to continue speaking, but one stern look from Alex and Dean was enough to make him fall silent instantly.

In the meantime, Lucina found the information: who the Zanna were, what role they played, and read it aloud. Sally confirmed every word — nodding, raising his hands, assuring them that he had never harmed children and, on the contrary, had always helped them grow. To prove his words, he turned to Sam and Samantha, those he had once been a friend to.

“Alright, spill it, Sally. What do you need?” Alex asked, sighing heavily and leaning on the kitchen counter with his coffee mug.

“I… I need your help. You’re hunters. You help people,” Sally said desperately, shifting his gaze from one to the other.

“That’s right. People,” Dean emphasized. “Not… whatever you are. Forest spirit? Fairy? Magical furball?”

“Dean, enough,” Sam interrupted.

“I really need your help,” Sally repeated, almost folding his hands.

“Okay, Samantha. Congratulations. You have your first job,” Alex said, taking a sip of coffee.

“Huh? What? Me? Why me?” Samantha stared at him with wide eyes.

“Simple. He was your and Sam’s imaginary friend. And it’s time for you to get your first hunting experience. The job’s not complicated,” Alex said, gently running his hand through her hair.

“Do you get it already?” Lucina squinted.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded.

“Then share with the class. I don’t want to deal with Sam’s imaginary friends longer than necessary,” Dean muttered.

“Makes sense. Someone killed an imaginary friend. So there are two options: either it’s for some ritual… or it’s done by someone who holds a grudge against these imaginary friends,” Alex said, holding up two fingers.

“So either some insane bastard decided to chop up magical friends, or a bitter teenager is taking revenge on their imaginary companion?” Dean clarified.

Alex nodded.

In fact, he already knew who was behind the murders: a girl who hated the Zanna. But he wanted Samantha to gain experience — and dealing with imaginary friends was perfect for that.

Samantha shifted her gaze from Alex to Sally. He looked at her with a pleading, almost puppy-like expression. She understood that Sally had once helped her become who she was — and she couldn’t turn away.

Sam also wanted to help, even if not openly.

Lucina and Alice, of course, didn’t miss the chance to see real imaginary friends and watch how Samantha would handle her first job.

After finishing breakfast quickly, Alex handed Sam the keys to his Impala and asked him to share his experience with Samantha and give her a few tips on the job. Sam nodded eagerly — over the past couple of weeks, he and Dean had already come to regard Samantha as a little sister.

A couple of hours later, Sam, Samantha, Lucina, and Alice set off to handle the Zanna case.

Alex and Dean stayed behind in the bunker.

Once everyone had left, Alex and Dean settled in the library, trying to find any clues about how to deal with Amara. Dean pretended to focus on reading ancient tomes, though his eyes had long since gone glassy. Alex, meanwhile, scrolled through news articles and police reports on his phone, getting comfortable in an armchair.

Suddenly, he found something that made him raise an eyebrow. The crime scene looked so familiar that he froze for a second before reading even more closely.

Dean, already tired of pretending to read, looked up.

“Please tell me you found something interesting. Or at least a new job. I’m seriously starting to think we should’ve gone to check on those imaginary friends,” he groaned, pushing the book aside.

“I did,” Alex said, looking up. “And it’s really interesting. And… it’s connected to our work.”

“Are you talking about Amara? Or something else?” Dean perked up.

“In one city, they found three bodies. Literally: one leg here, another there. And the most interesting part isn’t that,” Alex said, holding out his phone.

“Not that? What could be more interesting than torn-apart bodies?” Dean was now fully engaged.

“In the city where this happened… there’s a school. For kids who are ‘not like everyone else,'” Alex smirked.

Dean blinked.

“Wait. Are you hinting at the X School? For mutants? Or… gifted kids?”

“Almost. A school for monster kids. Nevermore Academy,” Alex said, almost cheerfully.

Dean froze, then leaned forward sharply.

“Hold on. Monsters have a whole school?! And we didn’t know?! How is that even possible? Why didn’t your vampire friend go there? And the townspeople — are they okay with werewolves, vampires, and other monsters learning right under their noses? Do they even know who goes there?!”

Alex snorted, taking back his phone.

“Simple. The city is sponsored by Nevermore Academy. The website even says: ‘A school where supernatural teens learn to control their powers and not kill each other… or normal people.'”

Dean scrolled through the website and whistled.

“They even have a website… Alright. So one of the students decided to carve up some tourists?”

“We’ll find out,” Alex shrugged.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go, Batmobile!” Dean said with a wide grin.

“You want to drive to Vermont? That’s almost a full day of travel,” Alex replied dryly.

“Classic, brother. Private jets are great, but classic never gets old,” Dean said, beaming like a kid.

Alex just sighed. From Dean’s grin, he knew arguing was pointless.

After gathering their things, Alex left Ichiko and Nico to watch the house — to make sure GIR, MIMI, Stitch, and Claptrap didn’t cause an apocalypse in their absence.

He tossed his bag onto the back seat of the Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Dean, grinning, started the engine and turned on music like he was about to go on the best trip of his life.

Alex sighed again — the second time in five minutes. A full day on the road… when they could’ve just bought tickets and been in Jericho in a couple of hours. But if it’s “classic,” then it’s “classic.”

On the way, Alex shared information about the academy and the city of Jericho. Dean listened attentively, memorizing the details.

Alex, however, knew perfectly well who was behind the murders: a woman deeply resentful of Nevermore and everyone studying there. She was doing everything she could to undermine the academy’s reputation.

But Alex had another interest. One girl. Wednesday Addams.

He wondered what she would be like in real life: her personality, her habits, her gaze. What kind of person was this girl he had heard so much about.

When Dean grew tired of driving, Alex suggested switching seats so they wouldn’t have to stop at a motel and could just keep going in the morning. They swapped places, Alex took the wheel, and the journey continued.

He did his best to pass the long hours without throwing Dean out of the car for snoring like he was trying to summon a demon. Several times, glancing at his sleeping partner, Alex seriously considered leaving Dean on the roadside and continuing alone.

Closer to morning, Dean finally woke up — and Alex still hadn’t kicked him out of the car. He came to just as Alex stopped at a gas station to fill up the Impala and grab breakfast.

Dean sleepily rubbed his eyes, looking around, trying to figure out where they were. Seeing Alex sitting on the hood, sipping coffee and eating sandwiches, he immediately felt hungry and climbed out, stretching.

“You got me breakfast?” he asked, settling next to Alex on the hood.

“Yeah, here. And for God’s sake, you snore so loud I thought the windows would shatter,” Alex said, setting the coffee and sandwich beside him.

“Can’t help it. Where are we?” Dean grinned, taking the hot cup.

“If the GPS is right — about two hundred kilometers from Jericho. We just have to cross the state line, and we’ll be in Vermont, then the city is just a stone’s throw away,” Alex replied, glancing at his phone screen while chewing his sandwich.

“Quick trip. We’ll be there by lunch. Did anything happen while I was asleep?” Dean yawned.

“What could happen in one night? Bodies don’t just appear that fast,” Alex smirked.

“Well, you never know… Maybe that school for monster kids burned down. Or maybe the monster kids rebelled and attacked the locals. Who knows,” Dean shrugged.

“Actually, Nevermore Academy even has positive reviews. Though there are plenty of strange cases. We’ll figure it out on the spot,” Alex said, finishing his coffee.

“Yeah, I can picture it: ‘A werewolf from Monster Academy pooped on my neighbor’s lawn. I hate him — five stars,'” Dean chuckled.

Alex stared at him for a moment, then laughed, shaking his head.

Breakfast finished, they got back in the car. This time Dean took the wheel so Alex could rest a bit before arriving in Jericho.

The drive took a few more hours, and finally, the Impala passed the “Welcome to Jericho” sign. The town was small — only about three thousand residents, not counting the students of Nevermore. The townspeople disliked the academy’s students, seeing them as monsters, and the students, in turn, saw the locals as “normies.” The hatred was mutual.

The Impala drove along the main street, lined with old brick houses darkened by centuries of rain. Alex and Dean scanned the area, deciding where to go.

Then Alex’s eyes fell on a girl in the academy’s black uniform. There was no mistaking her — Wednesday Addams, just escaping from a session with a psychologist. Alex knew perfectly well that this was only the beginning of events.

He patted Dean on the shoulder and asked him to slow down. Dean didn’t understand what Alex had in mind but still pulled over to the side.

Alex knew Wednesday would head to the coffee shop, where she would have a conflict with local teens. And he wasn’t about to miss it.

“Where are you going?” Dean asked, seeing Alex getting out of the car.

“I’ll find the sheriff’s office. Might as well grab a coffee. The best way — ask the locals. I’ll be back soon,” Alex said, slamming the door.

Closing the car door, Alex pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and crossed the street. He saw Wednesday enter the coffee shop — the very place where one of the murderers was now: Tyler Galpin, the local sheriff’s son. A monster killing people on the orders of a deranged woman who dreamed of destroying Nevermore Academy.

Crossing the street, Alex walked slowly toward the coffee shop, glancing around. The sign “Weather Vane” creaked in the wind as he approached. He peeked through the large window and saw Wednesday helping Tyler fix the coffee machine — or rather, standing nearby and commenting on the process in a way that made it clear she wasn’t doing it out of kindness.

Her appearance immediately stood out: pale face, black braids, a stern and cold gaze, and clothes as if cut from the night. Alex noted to himself that she looked almost exactly as he had imagined.

Finishing his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the trash and walked inside. The appearance of a new person in black immediately drew the attention of the customers — he looked strikingly similar in style to the girl in the Nevermore uniform. His hair was carelessly combed back, a few strands falling over his forehead, giving him the look of someone who knew far more than he said.

Alex glanced briefly at Wednesday — she was at the counter, trying to bribe Tyler with a couple of twenties to give her a ride to the academy. Tyler, noticing another visitor in black, raised an eyebrow in surprise. Wednesday looked at Alex with interest, assessing him.

“Two black coffees. And something fresh from the pastry case,” Alex said calmly.

“One minute… Either wait, or find someone else to give you a ride,” Tyler replied, taking the order and flashing a smile at Wednesday.

Wednesday said nothing — only measured him with a gaze that would make an ordinary person’s teeth grind. Then she turned and walked into the seating area. Passing by Alex, she looked at him again, with that same assessing, attentive stare. Alex returned the look — calm, even, and cold.

Wednesday’s black eyes and Alex’s heterochromatic ones met for a brief moment, as if both were trying to figure out the person standing before them. It lasted only a second. Wednesday turned away and continued walking, and Alex allowed himself a slight smile: she was exactly as he had pictured — intriguing, unusual, sharp.

He knew she would soon have a confrontation with local teens who hated Nevermore students. Wednesday could handle herself, but Alex wasn’t sure if he should just watch.

While waiting for his order, three guys in pilgrim costumes entered the coffee shop. They immediately approached Wednesday. Alex observed them, still weighing whether to intervene.

He recognized one of them — Lucas Walker, the mayor’s son. The same mayor who received sponsorship from the academy. But Lucas himself couldn’t have cared less.

“The Nevermore freak is alone. This is our spot,” one of the guys said, pointing to the table where Wednesday was sitting.

“Why are you dressed like fanatics?” Wednesday asked coldly.

“We’re pilgrims,” replied the taller one, as if she had said something strange.

“And what’s the difference?” Wednesday asked genuinely.

“We work in Pilgrim World,” Lucas said, placing a flyer on the table in front of her.

“Only an idiot would open a park in honor of sadists who committed genocide,” Wednesday said calmly, studying the flyer.

“My father opened this park. Is he an idiot?” Lucas hissed aggressively, leaning over her.

“You tell me. Do you think your father is an idiot?” Wednesday replied, meeting his gaze with icy calm.

Alex watched everything with growing interest. And although he wanted to see Wednesday knock all the nonsense out of them, he knew — this scene would bore him in ten seconds. Besides, he didn’t like weaklings who tried to intimidate by numbers.

Having received his order — two coffees and a bag of pastries — Alex calmly walked to the table, stopping a step away from the trio.

“You three step aside. You’re blocking my way,” he said in a steady voice.

“Back off, freak. Go your own way,” one of the guys said and shoved Alex with his shoulder.

At that moment, a wide, almost predatory smile appeared on Alex’s face. He carefully placed the coffee and the bag of pastries on the nearest table, then put his hand on the shoulder of the guy who had shoved him and pressed slightly. Just enough for him to cry out in sharp pain and drop to his knees, desperately trying to break free.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, watching with cold surprise. She clearly didn’t understand why anyone would intervene and help her.

Alex continued to smile — softly, but in a way that sent a chill down the spines of the two remaining guys. One of them — Lucas Walker, the mayor’s son — swallowed hard as he met Alex’s gaze.

“Listen up, little bastards. Especially you, little shit,” Alex said lazily, pressing a little harder on the shoulder of the kneeling guy. “Just because your daddy’s the mayor doesn’t make you the king of this town. And it certainly doesn’t give you the right to bother a girl just because she studies at Nevermore. You’ve got three seconds to disappear, or I’ll gladly pay your daddy a visit… and tell him what a fool his kid has grown up to be.”

Sweat appeared on the guy’s face, and his breathing became uneven. Alex released him, and he instantly jumped up and stepped back, clutching his shoulder with both hands.

For full effect, Alex slightly parted the hem of his coat, revealing the handle of his weapon. Lucas and his friends went pale, spun around, and literally flew out of the coffee shop.

Wednesday had been watching him silently all this time, her gaze still cold and sharp. She decided that Alex had simply assumed she was weak — and she was not pleased.

“If you wanted to play hero, it was unnecessary. I’m not weak. I can handle this myself. Your help wasn’t needed,” Wednesday said evenly, without emotion.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Alex replied just as lazily. “Show me your kung fu next time. Meanwhile, I’ll get back to why I even came to this town.”

He grabbed the coffee and pastries and was about to leave when a man in a sheriff’s uniform walked into the café. Tall, weary eyes, alertness in his gaze — Donovan Galpin. On his way here, he had seen the three guys run out of the café, one of them being the mayor’s son, Lucas.

Entering, he immediately noticed Wednesday in her Nevermore uniform… and Alex — dressed all in black, standing nearby.

Alex just raised an eyebrow — it seemed he wouldn’t have to look for the sheriff after all.

“What happened here? Did you attack those guys?” Donovan asked sharply, addressing Wednesday first.

“They were bothering the girl. And this visitor just helped,” Tyler spoke up first.

The sheriff shifted his gaze to Alex.

“And who are you?”

“Allow me to introduce myself. Agent Voldigoad, Federal Bureau of Control. I arrived in your town under the Bureau’s orders,” Alex said calmly, showing his badge.

The sheriff took the badge, examined it closely, then returned it.

“Sheriff Donovan Galpin. And what brings you to our quiet town, agent?”

“We’ll both find out soon, sheriff. For now, my partner is waiting. And don’t worry about those little idiots — I only scared them off. See you at the station,” Alex said, taking his coffee.

“I’ll be expecting you there, agent,” the sheriff nodded.

“And see you, pale girl,” Alex tossed to Wednesday, slipping the badge into his inner pocket.

He smiled as he walked out of the café. Just then, a tall woman with a headscarf entered — Larissa Weems, the director of Nevermore. She looked at Alex with obvious suspicion.

Alex politely smiled, nodded slightly, whistled a tune, and left the café. Back at the Impala, he sat in the passenger seat.

“What took so long? Was there a line?” Dean asked, grabbing his coffee and pastry.

“A little adventure. Even met the sheriff. I’ll tell you on the way,” Alex replied, taking a sip.

Dean started the engine and headed toward the station. Listening to the story, he only smirked and shook his head, making sure to tease Alex about “hitting on a teenage girl.”

Alex rewarded him with a lazy, promising look and silently sipped his coffee. Though he didn’t deny it — Wednesday Adams had indeed made an impression on him. In black clothing, with her cold gaze, she looked far too attractive and far too dangerous for ordinary people.

To be continued…

(I’m wondering how much more depth we need to go into Wednesday’s plot. Alex already knows who the villain is. But he doesn’t yet know what happened to him. Overall, I think it could be turned into a simple investigation, followed by a victory over the villain. Something like that. We’ll figure it out.)

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