Disclaimer: Not mine just playing around.

Synopsis: As soon as they introduced Hendrikson I knew there was no way he was only in an episode. He was way too much fun. So here's my take on everyone's favorite FBI Agent pulling in an "associate" of the Winchester brothers for a little interrogation. Of course he doesn't seem to ever get what he expects or wants when it comes to these particular boys.

Note: Anything written in parenthesis in the file are Hendrikson's own added notes.

Title: Devious Notions

Prologue: Puppies, Mix-Tapes and Dignity

"What no coffee and donuts?" Alex asked the deputy sarcastically as he shoved her into an interrogation room. Apparently he hadn't taken a liking to her, but she felt his blackened eye was really his own fault. Who kicked in motel room doors at two in the morning? Hadn't he heard of knocking? She had asked him as much when he and his partner cuffed her and threw her up against their squad car. They liked her even less when she off-handedly remarked on the way to the station that had she known they were officers of the law, she would of just hit them once or twice.

A man in the corner of the room cleared his throat for her attention. Unlike the local sheriff's lackies he was dressed in a suit and tie, that and the cool air he maintained as he leaned against the wall labeled him clearly as an agent of the federal persuasion. If he was a fed that meant there was only one reason she was here, dammit Dean. She heaved a sigh and sat in one of the two stiff metal chairs on either side of a matching table. The room was stark, bare, and lacked the usual two-way mirror and intercom. A room for those less than by the book chats she presumed. "Isn't this cozy?" she whispered under breath.

Special Agent Henrikson pushed of the wall and joined her at the table. She was younger than he'd originally thought. He even checked her file to see if he'd just missed it. But, no, there it was in nice bold print, along with what little other information he'd gathered.

Name: Alex(andra) Evans

Birth Name: Unknown

Alias(es): Kia Ardnis, Vicki Anderson, Leslie Benedict, Lydia Brenner, Beth Davenport, Lisa Fremont, Beatrice Lacy, Sarah Packard...see attached

DOB: Unknown

POB: Unknown (had to be near Blue Earth)

Physical Description: Caucasian, 5' 6", 125-135 lbs, Blue Eyes, Brown Hair.

(Scar length of right arm.)

(Tattoo on back of neck and wrist.)

Digging up possible acquaintances of the eldest Winchester was proving exceptionally difficult. He'd hit a break when he stumbled across a dead pastor in Minnesota. The man had ties to transient family, and as it turned out, some of his loyal parishioners (the elderly sowing circle) remembered the boys known as Dean and Sammy. After wading through a lot of gushing about how sweet and respectful they were he hit pay-dirt. There had been a girl. One the kind pastor was related to, or was it the daughter of a friend, either way she was a regular charge as a child, just like Sammy and Dean.

And just like those he was searching for, this possible lead never stayed in one place for long according to his sources. From time to time she would come back to Blue Earth after she'd grown, but the last anyone had seen of her had been at Pastor Murphy's funeral service the year prior. But that didn't mean she couldn't be found. Everyone went to ground, and for Alexandra Evans, ground was Blue Earth. He had thought she'd be closer in age to the boys by the way she'd been described. He never thought he'd be preparing to question a girl he wasn't sure could have voted in the last presidential election.

"I swear, if I'd known it was going to be such a problem I would have paid those parking tickets, honest." Alex supplied innocently. Hendrikson unbuttoned his jacket and threw the manila folder at her. As expected she caught it deftly but managed to look at little surprised at the abruptness he was displaying.

"I don't have time for your act today Miss Evans."

Alexandra shifted her hands to the tabletop and smiled. "Oh but I'm really on my game today Agent, Henrikson." Her eyes sparkled with mirth. He shifted his I.D. Badge and pointed to the file folder.

"Try to pay attention Ms. Evans." She chewed her tongue and opened up the file begrudgingly. This time as her hands rested on the table and she thumbed through the contents her handcuffs were not present. "Cute, but I really don't care if you can pick locks."

She ignored his comment and lifted a 3x5 from the pack with a small smile. "He's pretty hot. In a lost puppy, I made you a mix-tape, cuddling's okay, sort of way." Alexandra added. She reached in and pulled out the most recent photograph of his main mark. "Now this one," she started, a smirk playing on her lips as she held it up, "He seems like the resurrectable possible serial killer turned thief who doesn't steal type doesn't he?"

"You're hysterical." Henrikson countered, pulling back his batch of information. "But we both now why you're here. So why don't you just do me a favor favor and tell me what I want to know." Evans matched his gaze and let go of her smile. She leaned back in her chair and set her jaw. "Go ahead Mackey, break out your phone book. Because if you really knew as much as you'd like me to believe then you'd also know I hadn't seen either one of them in over five years." The brunette eyes shone as cold a her tone.

"Oh now come on Alex, you're underestimating me. " Henrikson answered mockingly, he leaned in with an icy smile. "You're already helping me find Dean and Sam."

A/N: I completely rewrote pretty much the entire thing because it, well it sucked. This isn't going to be some long drawn out 'insert female character slash love interest' here fic I swear. It's actually about Hendrikson and him trying to learn about the Winchester boys and all. Ideas, questions, comments, criticism all welcome. So please, let me know if I should continue or just, you know my computer set on fire.