Chapter 1.

o Wicked Games o

My heads filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames

How can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known

I flung my backpack over my shoulder, bouncing down Bobby's stairs to see Dean melting metal into bullets. "Ready?" I asked softly, wrapping my arm around Sam's.

He ruffled my hair, letting me hand on him for a minute, before untangling himself from me. "Yeah. Demonic omens in Ohio."

"I'm... Can I get a water bottle?" I asked hopefully, glancing at Bobby, who was trying to fix the colt.

"How many times 'd I have to tell you girl?" He asked, referring to the fact that he told me every time I asked him for something that I didn't need to ask.

I shrugged. "Thanks." After I grabbed my water bottle, and took a long drink, I waited to go back into the library, wanting to listen in on the conversation.

"... She's still pretty upset. Don't know how she's gonna' do once we start hunting. Yeah. I'll let you know. Alex!" I sighed, running out to the library to Sam.

It frustrated me that they were so worried about me, they should be worried about Dean! He's the one dying. Dean looked over at me, glancing at what color my eyes were currently. "Calm down." He warned, I guess they were red or maybe black.

"Sorry." I whispered, flushing.

"It's fine. Let's go." He held my hand, leading me out to the car. "Alex."

I snapped out of my thoughts. "Huh?"

"Remember what I told you last night?" He asked.

Fighting the urge to snap at him, I managed to ground out. "Yes, Dean."

He raised his eye brow, wanting me to continue. "Don't lose my temper or let myself get too upset. Especially not to the point where I became dangerous to myself and others."

I freaking hated my stupid color changing eyes that made me able to do things I shouldn't be able to do. Stupid telekinetic abilities. "Good girl." He praised, getting in the drivers seat.

We drove in the car for a long time, mainly because Sioux Fall's is a long way from Elizabethville. Well, if you consider three hours a long time.

Sam made me work on my math assignment, but I drew in my notebook instead, not in the mood. "You done?" Sam asked me, looking over the seat.

"Uh... Not really." I mumbled, hiding behind my long brown hair.

"Alex. Do the assignment."

I kicked my leg out. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair? That you have to work on fifteen questions before you can draw?" He asked.

Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror, I averted my gaze. "Stop." I whined, hating when he gave me that look.

"You stop. Do your assignment. Or, you can have a little time in the corner when we get to the motel. You want that?"

"No. Not really." I answered, still not looking at him.

"Don't push me, little girl." He warned, turning his attention back to the road.

I started working on my assignment, now mad that Sam made Dean mad at me. "Calm down, Alex. Red eyes." Sam said, his voice soothing.

My eyes made me want to scream. "I hate this!" I exclaimed, pulling on my hair.

"It's okay. Just try not to let your anger get the best of you. Your eyes don't control you." He reminded me.

"Yeah." Thankfully, I finished the assignment in about ten minutes, then I got back to drawing my picture, which turned out to be a dream catcher.

By the time we pulled into the motel, I was exhausted, and I was more than happy to be left behind so I could sleep. "I'll check in with you later, okay?" Dean said, tucking me into the comforter.

"Bye." I murmured, rolling over to drift off into sleep.

When I woke up, the guys were back. "Hey, sleepy head." Dean said, noticing my eyes fluttering open.

"Hi. Are you going back out?" I asked, wanting to get out of the room now.

"Yes. But to a bar."

I whined in the back of my throat. "Dean!"

"Alex." He mocked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You can't go to a bar with us."

"Sometimes you let me!" I pointed out, remembering the time I went with them to hustle pool in a bar back in Sioux Falls'.

I turned my pleading green eyes to Sam, as he exited the bathroom. "Oh no." He said. "Don't bring me into this. It's Dean's call."

"Please Dean."

"No."

Now upset, my eyes turned purple, and I flopped back down on the bed. Dean only had a year to live, I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, but he wasn't letting me. My eyes watered up, and I tried not to cry. "Don't cry, Alex." He warned. "You'll be fine."

"No I won't." I snapped, rolling over so my face was in the pillow.

I heard Dean sigh. "We'll be back in a bit. You be good, you got me, little girl?"

"Sure." I mumbled into the pillow, knowing he hated that response.

He pulled me up, forcing me to look up at him. "You got me, little girl?"

"Yes... Dean." I added on the Dean when he raised his eye brow at me.

"You don't stay in this room, we'll be having a chat." He warned, leaving the room.

I jumped up out of bed, and ran into Sam's arms. "Please?" I asked, wanting him to help me out.

He stroked my hair, letting me down on my feet. "Sorry kiddo. You'll be okay for an hour or two."

"I guess." I muttered, going over to my bag to get my IPod.

It was going to be a boring few hours, and I had a bad feeling they wouldn't be back anytime soon.

My body was telling me to go after them, but... I didn't want to make Dean mad at me.

But, if I didn't, he could get hurt.

What was I supposed to do?

Author's Note: I'll post a background story eventually, but it's easier to start somewhere in the middle. Let me know what you think. On another account, I posted a story similar to this one, but deleted it. Let me know what you think, and what do you think Alex should do? Stay or Go?