How did my life come to this? I sighed, eyeing myself in the mirror. Currently, I was on a hunt for a vampire nest in Texas and had to look the part in order to attract the attention of the leader, who had a thing for blondes and Daisy Dukes. So, of course, I was in some backroads bar adorning a pair of Daisy's and a crop top with Hank Williams Jr on it. I look like a freaking honkytonk stripper.

"Ya know, darlin'" a man who I had already identified as the leaders right had man smirked at me as I exited the bathroom. "You'd look a lot better if you put on some cowboy boots 'stead of them sneakers."

Yeah. One thing I actually couldn't bring myself to do was put on those boots.

"Well," I purred back and leaned against the bar, "Maybe I'm not fully converted to country living just yet."

"I could change that." He winked and moved over to the seat next to me and the one he was occupying. "Of course, if you wanted."

I fought back a wince as his hand landed on my thigh. "How would that be?" I managed in a seductive tone.

"Why don't I take you out back and we find out together." Before I could answer, I was being half dragged out of the back door of the bar and into the alley. The only thing around was a dumpster, but I still scanned the rooftops for possible others lurking in the shadows.

In a second, I was pinned against the cold brick of the bar with my hands pinned at my sides. The vamp, whose name I didn't even know, planted a sloppy kiss and tried to force his tongue into my mouth.

"Hey, hey," I turned away before I managed to bite off his tongue. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" I winked to keep the mood light even though I could see his growing agitation.

A wide smirk crossed his face and he nodded, releasing my hands. "You wanna come home with me, darlin'?" Of course this would be a shock to him.

Before I got a chance to answer, his head went flying to the side and his decapitated body fell limp in front of me. Two men stood there, looking relieved and a bit concerned that I was alone with him before they had arrived. One of them was ungodly tall with long brown hair, who looked a little bit like a sad puppy while the other, the shorter one, was standing there ogling me.

"Seriously?" I threw my hands up and looked at them. "I have been tracking this nest for weeks!"

"Wait," the tall one looked confused. "You're a hunter?"

I nodded and pulled my shirt up slightly to reveal my anti-possession tattoo on my ribs. "And you just messed up weeks of hard work. Now I have to start from scratch again."

"Well," the short one took a step toward me and into the glow of the backdoor light. Now that I could see him, I saw just how hot he was. "I guess we should get acquainted over a beer. Without the headless horseman watching us."

I nodded and opened the back door again, leading into the main part of the bar. It was still completely empty except for the bar tender, who was too busy playing on his phone to even realize that I came back in.

"I'm Dean Winchester." The short one smiled as we slid into the nearest booth to the door. "And this is my brother Sammy."

"It's Sam." The tall one interjected.

"Well, Dean, Sam, I'm Alicia. Before you ask, no that thing did not bite me and yes, I have been hunting for a while. Since I was twelve." I tried to get the bar tender's attention without much avail. "Hey! You! Yes you! Can we get a round please?" I shouted, just barely managing to get his attention.

Sam cleared his throat, which returned me back to the conversation. He seemed a bit confused, but Dean seemed a bit mesmerized.

"So, uh, Alicia," Dean smiled and leaned over the table, obviously trying to get a glimpse of my cleavage, which was on full display thanks to my handy-dandy pushup bra. "You got anyone with ya? Someone for uh, protection?"

"Easy there, Casanova," Sam rolled his eyes.

"Sammy, why don't you just go get the beer? He's obviously not going to bring it over." Dean shooed before turning his attention back to me.

"To answer your question, no. I don't have a boyfriend and I don't have a hunting partner." I rolled my eyes. "If you're trying to get into my very short shorts, you're going to have to try a bit harder than that."

"Or just get you drunk enough," he winked as Sam returned with the beers.

"So, Alicia," Sam slid the beer across the table toward me. "You said you were hunting a nest around here?"

I nodded. "I've been tracking them for weeks. The guy you offed back there was supposedly the right hand guy to the leader. Figured he would take me back to the hive and I could take it from there."

"Wait, wait, wait." Dean dropped the beer from his lips. "You were going to take on a nest by yourself?"

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time." I took a swig from my own beer. "It's not really a big deal."

Dean raised his eyebrows and I felt his hand nonchalantly graze my exposed thigh.

"Well, since we're hunting the same hive, maybe we should work together. I mean, there's safety in numbers." Sam suggested.

"Yeah, let me protect ya." Dean winked.

I thought about it for a second. Dad always told me that numbers were a liability as opposed to a strength, but the nest was big and I could use the help. Plus, Dean was hot and I could use some fun. What's the harm, it's only going to be for a few days?

And that was the first thing I was wrong about since meeting the Winchester boys.