The roadhouse looked shabby and unkempt from her point of view. The patrons, mostly male, failed to see the use of a shaver, kept their right hands glued onto the nearest beer bottle while fiddling openly with their .45's and bragged about their latest successful hunts like some kind of heroes.
Despite all the customers being Hunter's of the Supernatural, Alex felt right at home. Sitting on the back of her Harley Davidson Heritage bike, she scrutinized each and every character that even thought of entering the roadhouse. She had gained the attention of a few lonely drunken souls that had offered to make her night a little less lonelier, however, with a little polite smooth talking on her part she'd managed to send them on their way without any tricks involved.
At least, that's what she liked to call them.
Twisting the keys in the ignition, she switched her bike off and immediately felt the cold night air on her exposed skin. Alex ignored the urge to shiver in her shin high, leather boots and refused to acknowledge any more wolf whistles as her mind had taken on a new, disturbing track.
She had been sent here for a reason, a goal. And her goal sat inside, probably guzzling down a cold one while enjoying the attention of a pretty bar maid with little else on her mind apart from sex with the prettiest stranger. Alex sighed and kicked a rock across the gravelled car park leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.
"This ought to be fun." Alex sarcastically told the night air which responded with muted chatter and music from inside the bar. She bent over and trailed a hand inside her right boot, reassured, somewhat ridiculously, by the sharp, cold metal her fingers met and continued on her way into the bar.
The loud commotion seemed to lighten her dreary resolve as soon as it heaved upon her. The bar being practically owned by Hunters didn't disturb her in the slightest and she stood in the door way almost smiling from the stupid rush she got from simply being there.
That was when her blue eyes landed on him. He was, as Alex predicted, sitting at the bar, a beer bottle in his hand and a bar maid practically drooling at all the cheesy compliments Alex was sure the cocky 28 year old was feeding the gullible young girl.
That small rush she had been experiencing only seconds ago automatically went downhill and her brows furrowed in frustration. Alex put her left foot forward, soon followed by her right foot until she found herself leaning against the bar almost gagging at the sound of the pathetic pick up lines that were now clear as day.
The bar maid seemed extremely interested in what her new friend had to say and failed to notice Alex standing right beside them. She cleared her throat once only receiving a side glance that screamed shut up from the girl whose name tag called her Judy and the man hadn't noticed the disturbance at all. So, Alex cleared her throat again and Judy shot her an expression full of daggers. Alex suppressed the urge to laugh. Judy looked not a day over 21 and even then Alex was unsure if Judy was on the right side of the legal age.
"I'll take a beer thanks." Alex smirked at Judy and didn't bother to acknowledge the childish growl Judy gave her in response and turned her attentions to the male beside her.
Alex noticed that charming smile the moment the corner of his lips began to lift and sent her best flirtatious smile back at him.
"You must be Dean Winchester." Alex spoke first, sounding almost surprised by the prospect of being in his presence.
Dean's smile faltered a little, but only for the shortest of moments. "Why, yes I am." He answered just as sultry.
"I've heard a lot about you, Dean. I'm glad to finally meet you." Alex's smile broadened and offered her hand.