"Bobby, where the hell is a book that we can actually use?" shouted Dean from the now smal cabin that the men now reside in.
"Oh, why don't you just go check one of the books at my house? Oh, wait, it burned down you idjit." Bobby replied gruffly.
"Well, Sam and I have nothing on how to defeat this thing! We don't even know what this thing is. People are just dropping no signs of foul-play or natural causes!" Dean signed.
"I can't help you boys, but I know someone who might be able to. Name is Riggins. Alex Riggins. She lives some miles north." Bobby said, he handed dean a peice of paper. "Here is the address, I'll call Alex and give the heads up."
"Thanks, Bobby. We'll go now." Sam said with a smile.
The boys drove for two hours and finally reached the address. It was a ratty old house. It kind of reminded them of Bobby's place. They heard some Zeppelin coming from the back. So they headed over. Leaning over a '65 Mustang was a pretty and very young brunette. She turned around quickly and had a '45 pointed in their faces. Her gun lowered when she finally looked at the boys.
"So, do I need to call my loved ones and say goodbye? I hear working with/helping the Winchesters makes you check out pretty fast." the young girl said in a voice harsher than she probably meant.
Dean was dumbfounded. Well at least after this girl pointed a gun at him she didn'y punch him in face. "Dammit." he thought or her again. He tries really hard not to do that. But there was something about this gir that reminded him of Jo.
"Uhhh, we are looking for an Alex Riggins? Is he around?" Sam finally spoke up.
"You're looking at him." replied the girl sarcaastically. "What can I help you with? Bobby called but gave me no details."
"We were hoping you had something that could help us identify and kill something. Here are our notes." Dean said as he pulled the notes out of Sam's bag.
"What do I look like? A secretary? You can do your research. The library is the first door on your right when you go in. Judging by what you have written down though I would suggest 'Native American Folklore' it's on the second shelf somewhere." Alex replied catching both boys off guard.
Once they headed in the house they heard the music resume and the got to work. They spent a half an hour looking throuh the book, when Sam found it. It was a Two-Face. They resemble humans but have a second face on the back of their heads. Making eye contact with them either strikes you dead or paralyzes you, enabling them to come back and stab you to death with their sharp elbows. The only escape is to avoid ever meeting their eyes.
They headed into the kitchen to ask if they could stay the night. It was storming like crazy.
"I already know this chick's response."
"We won't know unless we ask, Dean."
"I get the feeling she kind of hates us. So, it looks like it will be an Impala nap tonight."
They entered the kitchen to see the Alex drinking a beer while looking through what looked like a photo album.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"For someone who is about to ask me to stay the night, you shouldn't be judging me. I'm pretty sure Dean Winchester did a lot worse when he was my age. Which is 18 by the way. I can kill myself with cigarettes and die for my country, so, I will have a beer. " Sam laughed as Alex seemed to put Dean in his place. Only one other girl had done that. But Sam would not bring Jo up around Dean.
"You can stay for the night, you can eat whatever you like, and I will even let you have a beer. But you will be out by noon tomorrow." Alex said to Sam and Dean with a smile.
They both ate and then Sam went up to one of the guest bedrooms for the night. Dean and Alex were left alone at kitchen table. Dean stared at his beer label which he had memorized by now and Alex was still looking at that book.
"So, at the risk of geting my ass kicked out of here, why don't you like us? You seemed to have had your mind made up before we even got here." Dean said nervously.
"Look Dean-o. It's not that I hate you or anything, it's just hard to be around you boys." Alex said without looking up.
"Again, why?" Dean replied.
At this Alex gotup from the table and chugged the rest of her beer. She looked at Dean and he could swear she was holding back tears.
"You got my best friend killed." Alex replied harshly. She ran out of the room and headed up stairs. Dean heard the door close and then got up and started cleaning off the table when he saw it. A photo of a slightly younger Alex and she had her arms thown around someone. They were both beaming. The other girl was someone Dean never thought he would see again. Jo.