Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Author's Note: My apologies to my loyal readers for my hiatus from my other stories. I haven't been feeling up to the Criminal Minds stories lately and I've taken a break to clear my head. Why start a new fic in a different fandom then? Well, because I can. Plus Jensen Ackles makes it pretty hard to resist.

Summary: Alexa Zeppelin, an orphaned, demon-hunting psychic from Louisiana has had visions all her life. Visions of horrendous murders and visions of the future, but lately she's been having visions of Sam and Dean Winchester. Unsure of what her visions could mean, Alexa joins them on their demon-hunting road trip. (Set in Season two, after John dies, but before Sam dies. Some things will follow canon, some won't, it'll make sense when you read it, I swear. Also, this is not Wincest and not Destiel. Total het with some smutty potential. Pairing is top secret information at the moment, but will be revealed when the time comes. Enjoy!)

Alexa Zeppelin's dreams were enough to turn the soundest of sleepers into insomniacs. Even if you read a Stephen King novel before your head hit your pillow it would not begin to compare to the things Alexa's dreams were made of. The tough-as-nails, twenty-four-year-old blonde never gave in to the sweet temptation of insomnia though. Perhaps it was hope, not all her dreams were filled with all too real visions of people's deaths, or perhaps it was the fact that she had nothing in her life worth staying awake for.

Alexa was no pessimist though. Her attitude toward life was based purely on the negative facts she had learned so far. Personally, she thought herself to be considerably optimistic for an orphaned demon hunter with undesired psychic abilities.

Unfortunately for Alexa, gruesome dreams were part of those abilities. She often relived the murders of strangers when she closed her eyes. Vivid scenes of rape, torture, blood and guts. It barely phased her anymore. What could she possibly do? They were already dead, their murderers were usually sick, twisted human beings, not demons and when they were, killing the demon would not help. Alexa simply learned to accept the dreams and never let them get to her.

Other times Alexa's dreams were not as clear. It was rare, but when she did not dream of homicide, she dreamed of the future. It was always cloudy and vague though, nothing about our futures is ever certain. What really got to Alexa was the feeling that lingered long after the dream, an odd feeling, a mixture of anxiety, fear and uncertainty that would last for days. If only she could remember these dreams clearly, she was sure this feeling would go away.

This one dream though... It replayed night after night. All Alexa could remember were two faces and two names. Each time she dreamed this dream she would awake knowing that this dream was important, that it had something to do with her destiny.

It was only in the last several days that the dream had finally became clear to Alexa. Now as she sped down Interstate 15 through Utah in her red '67 Camaro, hellbent on reaching Las Vegas to cheat a few casinos out of a couple grand, she saw her dream come to life before her eyes.

Dean Winchester cursed and slammed the hood of the Impala.

"I thought you fixed this thing back at Bobby's!" his brother called from inside the car.

"I did!" Dean growled back at Sam. "The transmission just blew."

Sam rolled his eyes. Hunting demons was hard, but dealing with Dean's love affair with his car was harder. "Can we get a new one?"

"A new transmission for a '67 Impala?" Dean repeated. "Sam, are you..." he trailed off mid-sentence when he heard the tune of a familiar song getting louder and louder.

The Winchester brothers looked to the desolate strip of the I-15 and saw a red Camaro speeding towards them, blaring AC/DC and kicking up a cloud of dust behind it.

Alexa felt the familiar feeling of deja vu when she saw the Winchesters on the side of the highway with their Chevy Impala. It always made her uneasy to see her dreams come true, but this was especially hard considering she had no idea why she was supposed to be here in the first place.

She really had no plan how to go about this. Pulling up and saying "Hi, I'm Alexa Zeppelin and I'm supposed to follow you guys on your little demon-hunting roadtrip." would make her look like some kind of freak. Not that she wasn't freaky in her own little way, but not like that. Alexa needed a plan and one began to come to her when she saw Dean cursing under the hood of his car.

The Camaro skidded to a halt in front of the boys. The door flew open and a pile of beer cans and liquor bottles fell out onto the ground as a long-legged blonde stepped out.

"Y'all look like you could use some help." she offered in a thick Louisiana accent.

Dean looked her up and down, appraising her and rating her in comparison to ever other girl he'd ever seen. Tanned skin, perfect hair, gorgeous face, large... assets, easily a ten. A slap in the arm from Sam ceased Dean's gawking. He quickly recomposed himself and answered the girl from the Camaro.

"Yeah, I've got something you could help with right here." Dean said with a smirk, the kind that only appeared on his face when he was thinking of sex.

"Sorry, Sugar, I'm no doctor." the girl smirked.

Sam laughed, but Dean was ready with another attempt.

"Well, you could always be my nurse."

Camaro girl rolled her eyes. "Fine, I was going to offer to help you fix that sexy beast of a car, but I guess I'll be on my way." She turned, tossing her long, wavy hair over her shoulder and began to walk away.

"Like you'd know how to fix it anyway!" Dean scoffed.

The girl turned on her heel and looked Dean dead in the eye. "Wanna bet?" she challenged him.

Alexa slammed the hood of the Impala and cursed. She hated admitting she was wrong, especially when it was to someone as arrogant and annoying as Dean Winchester.

"So, uh... how 'bout that twenty bucks?" Dean said smugly.

Alexa rolled her eyes and handed over her wager. "So, your transmission is fucked."

"Yeah, I knew that." Dean spat.

"If you would just let me finish," Alexa said, annoyed, "I'd tell you that I know where you can get a new transmission for this beauty."

"Where?" Sam asked hopefully, not noticing the skeptical look on his brother's face.

"Vegas." Alexa replied bluntly, leaning against the car and folding her arms across her chest.

"Vegas?" Dean repeated with a laugh. "How are we supposed to get to Vegas with a broken down car?"

Alexa rolled her eyes and looked to Sam. "If your brother doesn't shut up, I'm going to cut his tongue out."

"You could, but then he'd probably just make rude gestures." Sam said.

"Good point." Alexa agreed. "Anyway, I'm heading to Vegas right now. Call a tow truck and I'll take you guys to get a new transmission."

"Alright, thanks." Sam said eagerly, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone to call a tow truck.

"Hold up!" Dean said, grabbing Sam's phone out of his hand. "Can I have a word with my brother?" he said sourly to Alexa.

"Sure, be my guest." Alexa replied.

Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulder and dragged him several yards away and turned their backs to Alexa.

"We're not going to Vegas with her." Dean said firmly.

Sam gave him a puzzled look. "Why not? We need that transmission."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Seriously, after everything we've seen, you're just going to trust this chick?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"She's a demon, Sam!" Dean hissed.

"Oh really?" Sam said sarcastically, "What makes you think that?"

"A smokin' hot girl shows up in a Camaro, listening to AC/DC and offers to drive us all the way to Vegas to get a new transmission and you don't find that suspicious?" Dean said then looked over his shoulder at Alexa.

"She's just being a good Samaritan, Dean." Sam insisted.

"Good Samaritans help you fix a tire, not drive you six hours to Sin City." Dean argued.

"You're just mad because she shot you down." Sam said.

"No!" Dean defended himself.

"Fine, stay here, but I'm going to Vegas." Sam said.

"Alright," Dean sighed. "I can't let you go alone." He shot a dirty look at Alexa who was leaning against the Impala and tapping her toes anxiously. "But if you don't think she's suspicious, answer me this: How did she know we were brothers?"

Sam stopped dead in his tracks for a brief second. Dean had a point, but he was not going to admit defeat now after he'd put up such a fight. "I dunno. Family resemblance?" he shrugged.

Dean laughed. "Yeah, like I look anything like you!"

Sam ignored his brother and went to the stranger leaning on the Impala. "So, uh..." he began before he realized he did not know her name.

"Alexa," she said. "Alexa Zeppelin."

"Sam Winchester, and that's my brother, Dean." Sam said, shaking Alexa's hand. Both Sam and Alexa missed the look on Dean's face when Alexa said her last name was Zeppelin.

"Nice to meet you, Sam." Alexa smiled, purposely excluding Dean. "I take it y'all are accepting my offer?"

Sam nodded and took out his phone to call for a tow truck when Dean stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Dean hissed at his brother.

"Calling a tow truck, we can't leave your precious car sitting on the side of the road." Sam replied.

"Sam! The guns in the trunk!" Dean whispered so that Alexa would not hear.

The guns! How could Sam had forgotten the arsenal of weapons stashed in the trunk of the Impala? Dean had no doubt it had something to do with the gorgeous female standing in front of them, but Sam looked completely confused and angry with himself for forgetting.

So now they were faced with a predicament. Leave their weapons in the Impala and have some mechanic in Provo find them and call the cops, or take advantage of Alexa's kindness and take them in her car without her knowing. Dean opted for the later of the two options. Hey, if Alexa Zeppelin did turn out to be a demon, the weapons would come in handy.

"How much junk you got in that trunk of yours?" Dean asked Alexa, catching her slightly off-guard.

Alexa's lunch tried to rise from her stomach when she heard those words. It took her a moment to realize what Dean had meant. She panicked for a moment, mentally taking stock of the contents of the Camaro's trunk.

"Just some clothes and CDs." Alexa shrugged, omitting the collection of knives, firearms and books on the demonic that she stored in the spot normally reserved for a spare tire. "Why?"

"We've got some things we'd rather some Mormon mechanic not get his greasy hands on." Dean replied.

"Well, throw my tire in your car and let's get out of here." Alexa ordered.

"Well, I'm sure glad to be out of that Mormon hell hole." Dean said, putting his feet up on the back of Alexa's seat as they crossed the Utah-Arizona border.

"Feet off the upholstery, asshole." Alexa growled, tightening her grip on the steering wheel, wishing she were wringing Dean's neck.

"There's no leg room back here." Dean complained.

"I swear to God, I will pull this car over and leave you on the side of the highway." Alexa threatened. She was at the end of her rope. She had not allowed Dean to sit in the front seat of the Camaro beside her and it had proved an effective method of evading the annoyance, that is until Sam fell asleep after only an hour of driving.

"Calm down, Blondie." Dean said, removing his feet from the seat. "I'm not doing this because you told me to," he added. "I'm doing it out of respect for the car."

Alexa rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut, knowing that if she said anything, it would only encourage Dean to talk more. After putting up with four and a half hours on the road with his obnoxious, womanizing personality, Alexa was wondering why she ever decided to follow her visions of the Winchester brothers.

Just then Sam began to toss and turn in his sleep. To Alexa, he looked like he was in pain.

"Don't worry about him, he does this a lot." Dean said, as if he were the psychic and not Alexa.

Alexa was certain that Sam was having a dream similar to the ones that plagued her. She wanted to clarify though, but not sound suspicious. Luckily Alexa could easily play the part of the dumb, tactless blonde.

"Why?" Alexa asked.

"If you'd seen what we've seen, you'd have nightmares too." Dean replied. Alexa couldn't tell if he was just being defensive of his brother or if he saw right through her and was avoiding a truthful answer.

The possibility that Sam shared the same psychic powers as herself was the reason Alexa had been looking for. She now suspected that the reason she was having visions of the Winchesters was that she needed to help Sam learn and gain control of his abilities.

Alexa watched in the rearview mirror as Dean grabbed a plastic spoon from the floor of the Camaro and stuck it in Sam's open mouth. Sam awoke instantly and looked around in confusion for a moment before spitting out the spoon and chucking it at Dean.

"Jerk." he mumbled before turning to the passenger side window.

"Bitch." Dean shot back.

Alexa sighed and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, how old are you guys?"

"Twenty-three." Sam replied.

"Twenty-seven." Dean said.

"Alright, now how 'bout y'all stop acting like a couple kids for the next few hours I have to endure with you?" Alexa said, silencing the brothers.

Two hours later the Camaro was pulling up to an old, sketchy looking garage in a not-so-glamourous part of Vegas. Painted above the door of the once teal building was the name "Jake's". The lot was full of well-kept vintage cars, convincing Dean that at least what Alexa had said about knowing where to get a transmission was true. The "coincidence" of her finding them was still suspicious though.

"Fuck." Alexa cursed as she put the Camaro in park. "We're too late, they're closed."

Dean looked at the time and realized it was 6:30. This time on a Friday night, most people would want to be home with their families. Sometimes he forgot that normal people had other things to do.

"Well, they'll be open in the morning, won't they?" Sam asked Alexa hopefully.

"'Fraid not, Sammy." Alexa said regrettably. "Jake won't open 'er back up til Monday morning."

"Fuck!" Dean yelled. "You made me leave my car in fucking Utah and now we're stuck in Vegas for the weekend? Who knows what could happen to my baby!"

"Sorry, he gets a little emotional about his car." Sam apologized to Alexa while Dean continued to rant about the situation Alexa had put them in.

"That's alright, I'd feel the same way if someone tore me from mine." Alexa said then turned to Dean. "Look on the bright side, Dean. We're in Vegas! Strippers, and booze, and gambling! City of Sin, man!"

Dean's ears perked up at the mention of his favourite things.

"We'll find a hotel, enjoy the weekend, then grab the transmission here Monday morning and be back to Provo before the sun's down." Alexa said.

The boys agreed to this plan, Dean having already been trying to talk Sam into a vacation after the death of their father, but an argument soon began over their accommodations. Accustomed to the cheap motels they had spent the majority of their lives in, Dean and Sam suggested some seedy, roach-infested place that charged by the hour.

Alexa was dead-set against this idea though. Sure she travelled across the country, hunting demons just like the the Winchesters and put up with similar conditions while on a case, but this was not a case.

"Come on guys," Alexa urged. "We're in Vegas! Let's live it up!"

It wasn't so much Alexa's powers of persuasion that convinced Sam and Dean, but the power of the city. The bright neon lights they saw through the windshield of the Camaro were mesmerizing, taunting them with promises of drunken debauchery, outrageous jackpots and overall a better time than they ever had on the road. The Winchesters were not the first men to fall victim to the city and certainly would not be the last.

A/N: Thank you all for reading my first attempt at a Supernatural fic! I'd love to hear what you think. Should I continue with this story? You know where the review button is!