Disclaimer: Sadly; the Winchesters and all you are familiar with do not belong to me. However, the plot, Lex and all you are not familiar with, do.

Rating: M, because I'm sure somewhere along the lines my muse will force me to create scenes filled with violence, profanity and even sex.

Summary: Alexandra Spencer; a hunter in every shape, way and form runs into the boys after a few of her own hardships. (This story was inspired by a song by OneRepublic called All We Are. And as girly as the song may be, it somehow fits Supernatural in all its essence.)

A/N: I hope you all like it. I haven't written in a while and I was suddenly struck with this idea. My muse wouldn't let me forget until I wrote it down. Hopefully, it'll go somewhere. Feedback is highly appreciated, please&thankyou.


Prologue: Black & White Didn't Fit You

The sun was blindingly bright, causing a headache to form in the center of her forehead and spread out to her temples in a painful, throbbing rhythm. Her dark, over-sized sunglasses were no help either. But with the windows down and the wind whipping her dirty blonde curls around wildly, she couldn't't quite help but feel... free. It might have taken eighteen years but Alexandra Spencer had finally broke free of the Spencer family's grasp three years ago. All of the Spencer's were hunters, the men anyway. And Lex, being a tomboy, had always felt the call to hunt. But the men of the Spencer family wouldn't have it, hunting was not the place for a woman (or a little girl for that matter). So now, at age twenty-one, Lex found herself reminiscing while another small town faded into the background behind her sleek, gleaming, black '71 Chevelle. Another hunt gone well.

Three years ago, after leaving her family, Lex had been on her first hunt. A rather nasty one that involved a shape-shifter with a kink for slicing and dicing his victims after he fucked them. And miraculously, she just happened to be his type. Before she could even figure out who was the shifter she was tied up in the freaks basement, watching him fix up for the fucking. But, by the grace of God, another hunter just happened to be working on the same job. He burst in, guns blazing and saved her somewhat scrawny ass (she had been eighteen after all). As he untied her she thanked him for the help and to his surprise she told him about this being her first hunt since she had left home. Charles, the hunter, had decided in a rather extreme show of masculinity that he wasn't going to let her hunt alone. At least, not while she was still getting the hang of things. It was amazing how quickly he had become like a second father to her. He was, maybe, fifty when they had first met. Along with his decision he had also assumed the responsibility for her training. Every self-defense move in the book, how to aim a gun and take your time. And to never, ever trust anyone (especially not another hunter). Lex could still hear her smartass remark to that tidbit of information.

"Well, then I shouldn't trust you, should I?" She had laughed while the two pigged out on greasy burgers and cheese fries. The older man had simply shook his head and let out a chuckle in response. She had become like a daughter to him.

Lex smiled softly, remembering how Char had listed all of the hunters that could and couldn't be trusted. "Bobby Singer; he's a good man, knows a lot about almost everything and if he doesn't know it, he sure as hell will find out. John Winchester; great hunter and good father but I woudn't put my back to him, especially if his sons were in trouble. Dean and Sam, I think they are. Dean's a great shot, probably better than what I've heard and Sam, from rumors, was never into hunting. The Harvelle's, they own a roadhouse, don't usually hunt but are usually willing to lend a hand if it won't kill them. And then Gordon Walker...watch that one, a danger to everyone and everything around him. Has a few bolts loose if you ask me but other hunters think he's pretty good." Of all of the people he listed she only remembered a few and met even less. She met Ellen and Jo Harvelle when her and Char had been in between hunts and they seemed pretty cool but she had to believe Char and the one thing he said before he died.

"Never trust another hunter with your life, Lexi." He had whispered. "Most would bail to save their own asses than risk their life to save your's." And with that he had died. A stupid werewolf attack, one that Lex had killed but not before it tore Char a new ass. She had cried herself to sleep for a whole year, missing her partner. But she had moved on and kept his number one rule close to her heart. Never trust.

And now, at twenty-one, Lex had never been more alone in her life. She wasn't the type to sleep around, like most drifters and she wouldn't trust for fear of something going wrong. And after letting Char so close and losing him, she never intended to let anyone close ever again either. With all the loneliness on her shoulders and in her heart Lex pulled into a motel for the night, ignoring the sweet looking '67 Chevy she parked next to and got a room. Just one night, but it was desperately needed. Sometimes, it felt great to be in between a gig. And now that she thought of it, maybe she'd go visit Ellen and Jo.

At eleven Lex collapsed on the hard motel mattress and within seconds was sound asleep, completely oblivious to the clicking of the laptop coming from the room next door, where Dean and Sam Winchester sat looking for an answer to their most recent hunt.

"It makes no sense, Dean." Sam said as he let out an exasperated sigh. "It's like all the records have just disappeared."

"Yeah, maybe what we're dealing with has access to that sort of thing." Dean offered. "Didn't Bobby say that the things have a human form?"

"Maybe..." Sam answered. Or maybe they were in too deep and didn't know it.