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Dean Winchester eyed the brunette sitting at the bar. She was taking shots and laughing with the bartender. Her tight jeans showcased her amazing legs, and Dean could see her subtle curves through the semi transparent tank top she wore.

"Keeping an eye on your prey?" Sam, Dean's younger brother joked.

"I'm scoping her out." Dean said. He finished his beer, got up and walked over to the girl. Before he could say a word, she turned around. Up close, Dean could see her wide set eyes and her pretty, fox-like face.

"Dean Winchester!" She exclaimed, her yellow eyes wide in surprise.

Dean was taken aback. "Do I know you?" He asked, off his guard.

"Not really, but I know you. Sorry, I'm being creepy. I'm Alex." The girl smiled, but once she saw Dean's wary expression, she explained, "I'm not a demon or anything, I promise." She took out a flask that was embossed with crosses and took a swig. "See?" She smiled. "caleb talked about your family a lot."

"You knew Caleb?" Dean asked, even more confused.

"He was my best friend." Alex looked down, her good mood ruined.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Dean said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, do you want to come join me and my brother?"

Her pretty face lit up. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Sam smiled when Dean introduced him to Alex. "I haven't seen you in such a long time!" He exclaimed as he hugged her. "I almost didn't recognize you. If I had known it was you, I never would've let Dean go over there to hit on you."

Dean made a face at his brother. "You two know each other?" He clearly wasn't happy that his brother had a better chance with this girl than he did.

"Sam and I bumped into each other a few years back, while he was at Stanford." Alex pulled out a chair and sat down next to Sam.

"So what are you doing in Nebraska?" Sam asked.

"I'm hunting a werewolf." Alex replied. "That's what you're doing, right?"

"You don't seem like the hunting type." Dean said lasciviously, eyeing her small hands and slender arms. There was no way that this girl was strong enough to hunt.

"Looks can be deceiving." Alex flashed a coy smile at Dean. "I had to learn how to look after myself with all the evil your father and Caleb attracted. As a matter of fact, I worked on a job with John before he died. I learned a lot from him. I'm sorry he's gone."

There was a moment of silence before Sam brought the conversation back to hunting.

As the night went on, Dean was fascinated by the girl sitting in front of him. There was something about her that he couldn't stop thinking about.

A few days later, there was a knock on the Winchesters' motel room. Dean opened the door to find Alex standing at the door, carrying a large duffel bag.

"Couldn't stay away?" He flashed a cocky grin at her.

"Sorry, but no. I need your help." Alex pushed past him into the room, where Sam was sitting on his bed. "Your help and Sam's."

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, frowning.

"I found the werewolves. It turns out that there's a pack of them, and only one of me" Alex crossed her arms. She looked stressed. "I've never seen anything like it. They've moved though, so we've got to hurry. Gotta kill those suckers before they turn tonight."

"If they've moved, how do we find them?" Dean asked.

"I tried to kill one of them, but he threw me against the wall. I did the next best thing though; I put a tracking device in his coat pocket." Alex opened the door. "I'll wait in the car."

Five minutes later, they were on the road. Alex pulled a pair of leather pants and a leather jacket from her bag.

"A year ago, a friend of mine discovered how to reinforce leather so that if I get bitten, the teeth won't break skin. Do you mind if I change?" Alex asked.

"I definitely wouldn't mind." Dean grinned.

"Keep your eyes on the road. I don't trust your driving skills." Alex rolled her eyes as she took off her boots and jeans and slid the leather pants over her shapely legs. She tried to ignore the fact that Dean was checking out her legs and lace panties in the rearview mirror.

Sam noticed too. "Dean, would you keep your eyes on the road?" He snapped.

"Alright, calm down, tiger." Dean's eyes averted back to the road. "So are we just driving blind, or do you know where we're going?"

Alex zipped up her pants. "I tracked them to Minnesota. They're in Granite Falls and moving North."

"I have a question." Dean said. "How come a band of big bad wolves are scared of a girl who's five foot four and barely weighs a hundred pounds?"

Alex bristled. "Maybe because I shot two of them in the heart before they threw me against the wall and tried to tear my heart out."

Sam whistled. "Nice."

"Whatever." Dean said. "By the way, nice panties." He laughed and stepped on the gas pedal.

Alex pressed against the wall of the warehouse, holding a gun in her hand. Before she had driven to the abandoned shipping dock with the Winchesters, she had put a new magazine of silver bullets in. Each one of the bullets had her initials carved in them.

Dean and Sam were next to her, ready to fight. Dean mouthed, "On three." Then he held up three fingers and lowered them one at a time. They burst out of their safe corner, guns blazing, but to their surprise, the warehouse was empty.

Alex's brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand. They should be here." She consulted a device that she pulled from her pocket. "They should be here." She repeated.

"Well, it looks like they were." Dean eyed the mess in front of them that showed obvious evidence of human occupancy.

They walked around, surveying the area. "It looks like they left in a hurry. They didn't cover up their tracks." Sam said.

"Maybe they didn't leave." Alex said in a hushed tone. She nudged Sam and pointed at a gray square in a far corner. It looked like a cellar. Sam grasped the ring on top with one massive hand, ready to pull and open the door. He held up three fingers and slowly lowered them. Then, in a burst of strength, he ripped the door open.

Alex braced to shoot, but there was no one there. Slowly, she descended the stairs to the bottom of the cellar. There was no one there. She lowered her gun slowly.

"Sam," She called up. "There's no―" That was all she got out before someone grabbed her.

Alex's training kicked in. She instinctively elbowed her attacker in the stomach and broke free. When she recognized him to be one of the werewolves that had gotten away last time, she drew her gun and shot him in the heart.

"You alright?" Sam came down next to her, followed by Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but we have to find the rest of them before they can get away. I think there are four more." Alex said. "We should split up. It's easier to kill them while they're in their human forms."

They each took a different room. And that was when Alex realized that the cellar wasn't really a cellar. It was more like an underground living complex. She hadn't gone far before a woman assaulted her and clawed her arm, knocking the gun from her hand. The woman's pupils were lupine slits and her canines were long and sharp, poised to ripe into Alex's chest.

Alex's hand went to her belt, where she had a silver knife hidden. As the woman lowered her head, Alex speared her through the chest with her knife.

"Okay, three more to go." Alex shoved the woman's body off of her.

A while later, Alex found Dean waiting at the stairs. "Did you get all of them?" She asked, eyeing the nasty scratch he had on his cheek.

"Sammy and I each killed one. We didn't see a fourth." Dean pressed a napkin to his cheek and grimaced at the blood that came away.

"Afraid of a little blood?" Alex pressed her bleeding arm against her shirt. "Damn, this is gonna scar."

Suddenly, Sam's voice rang out. It came from a room further down the hall. "Guys, I found something."

Dean and Alex shared a look and walked towards Sam's voice. He had a little girl tied up in a chair. She had a gash on her forehead, and a closer look showed that there was a bite mark on her arm.

"She was bitten." Dean said. Alex could sense the dread in his voice.

"I suppose you haven't found a cure?" Alex asked hopefully, as she looked at the beautiful child that was looking at her with scared eyes.

"Help me. Please!" The girl sobbed. "I don't know where my mommy and daddy are. I don't know how I got here. Please help me!"

Sam looked at Dean and Alex, disturbed. "You don't remember anything at all?" He asked softly.

"No, please don't hurt me. I have to find my mommy, daddy and sister." The little girl pleaded.

Alex drew her gun and took a deep breath. She cocked it and pointed it at the little girl's chest.

"No! Please! I haven't done anything. I promise. I haven't hurt anyone." The little girl started to writhe and try to escape her bonds.

"But you will." Alex said softly, closing her eyes. She summoned the rage she felt when she had come home to find her parents ripped apart, with their hearts missing. When she opened them, her pupils swallowed the amber of her eyes. "I'm so sorry." The girl screamed, then a single shot rang out, and the she went limp.

Sam looked at Alex with a mixture of sadness and disbelief in his eyes. "You didn't have to," He said. "I could've done it."

"No," Alex looked at him. "I'm not weak."

There was a knock on Alex's motel room that night. Sam stood at the door. "Hey," He said. "Can I come in?"

Alex nodded wordlessly and opened the door to let him in. She was in a tank top and shorts. Her hair was still wet from the shower. His eyes flicked to the nightstand, where a bottle of Jack Daniels was standing, half empty with the top off.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing in concern. "Today was pretty traumatic for you."

"I've never had to, you know," Alex sat on the bed and looked down at the dull red motel carpet. "I've never had kill anyone that young. She was helpless. But we had to. I had to. It's better to be dead than a monster." Alex paused and took a shaky breath. "I was seventeen when came home one night…and…my parents were lying on the dining table, ripped to shreds. Their hearts were gone. I remember every detail of it. And I couldn't feel anything after that but rage."

"A werewolf killed your parents." Sam said, looking at Alex with a mixture of pity and understanding.

"Yeah. And that's how I got into hunting. I always thought that it was more…okay to hunt and kill things bigger and stronger than me, you know?" Alex paused, and then continued. "I always chalked it up to self defense. But this time, it was different. This little girl was barely seven." Alex looked up at Sam, her golden eyes blurred by tears. "She was innocent. But unlucky. And I didn't have a choice. I had to kill her." Tears spilled from her eyes, and she squeezed them tight.

Sam sat down next to her and put his arms around her. He could smell her fruity scent mixed with the smell of alcohol. "I'm sorry you had to get into this kind of life."

Alex drew in a shaky breath and sank into Sam's embrace. After a few seconds, she looked into his eyes. "I know. But it's too late for me to get out."

TBC

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