A/N: I am making this story up as I go along, so tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of supernatural
The Rose
Shit, shit, shit... Alexz Rose thought as she downed her seventh shot of tequila that night. Alexz was is some shit-hole town, called Waterloo, Iowa. Her car had picked the wrong moment to break down.
"You know too many of those for a girl like you could make you really sick and do things you might regret." a man leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh save it for someone who actually buys your crap." she replied. This guy had been talking to her all night trying to get her attention. "I'm just saying you don't look like the kind of girl that can drink is all." Now he had her attention. "Look, you don't know me, and I highly doubt you know what kind of girl I am." "You shouldn't drink alone." He replied with a smirk, he held out his hand and said "I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam." He pointed to the taller guy standing a few feet away typing away on his laptop.
"What do you want?" she asked suddenly exhausted. "Well," Dean said "First I would like to ask you out on a date." "Will you leave me alone after?" she asked because she needed to get to her motel room and sleep.
"Promise," he said like a ten year old kid that just got a new pet.
Alexz turned back to the bartender and said "Two more shots please." "Maybe I was wrong about you," Dean said looking at her.
The next thing Alexz remembers is waking up in a strange room, and then jumping out of bed when a guy enters the room, and then she notices that she is naked. She screams and reaches for the blanket on the bed, but when she does it uncovers Dean, a very naked Dean that looks like he was just woken up, when he reaches for the blanket still half asleep.
Alexz uses the blanket to cover herself from the other guy and then she remembers oh yea that is Sam, Dean's brother.
"Look I didn't mean to startle you," Sam said, while his face turned a dark red, "but Dean and I have to do something, and there is a strange looking guy out there with eyeliner on asking for you."
"Thanks," was all she said, because she was too embarrassed to say anything else.
"Where did the blanket go?" said Deans groggy voice after Sam left.
"You need to get up, because your brother was just here, and he said that you needed to be somewhere."
"Oh shit!" he practically screamed
Dean ran to the door, and then realizing that he is naked grabs the first shirt he sees, and the pair of sweat pants hanging over a chair, and then opens the door, and runs after Sam.
"Sam, you can't go alone!" he yells at the car where he assumes Sam is sitting, and then Sam sits up from the bench by the door of the Motel room, and says "Wow, I love your new fashion sense Dean, it is so much better than before." Dean doesn't get it until Sam points at the shirt, and then Dean looks down and sees that he is wearing a pink hoodie that says 'Blonde is another word for hot' Sam continues "I think that shirt only applies to you if you are blonde though, maybe you should put highlights in."
"Okay dude you can shut the fuck up now." Dean says bitterly because he is hung-over.
Alexz exits from the room wearing the same thing she had on last night, a short red leather dress with black lace-up boots, and a messenger bag that has the name of some Emo band on it.
"You can keep the sweater, it looks better on you." she jokes
"Thanks" Dean says twirling and batting his eyelashes.
"So where do you guys have to get to so soon?" She asks curiously.
"Dean and I have some work to do in town, before we leave." Sam says, but Alexz can tell he is keeping something from her, so she asks "In this town?" "Yea we um . . . buy and sell antiques, and this place has a bunch."
And then Alexz asks "You said there was a guy with eyeliner on looking for me?"
"Oh yea there he is," Sam pointed to a black sedan parked across the street "he said that you called him or something."
Alexz looked like a deer in headlights, she was staring at the strange guy with fear as he climbed out of the car and approached them.
"Alexz, how good to see you again, we should really be going if we are going to get there in time." the man said.
Dean asked "I'm sorry I missed your name, what did you say it was?"
"I didn't." he replied glaring at Dean, and then asking "so how often do you sleep with underage girls when they are drunk and alone?"
"What? Alexz was drinking in a bar when I met her . . . " Dean trailed off now unsure about Alexz.
The man grabs Alexz's arm and goes to drag her off to his car, but Dean stops him, "How old are you?" Dean asks Alexz feeling betrayed. The man answers for her, "She is sixteen." "Sixteen! Sixteen fucking years old?" he yells at her, but then he realizes that she is shaking, and crying and she wimpers "Help me." so quietly that he almost didn't hear her, but then he realized that the man was trying to get her to get into the car with him, so he did the only thing he could think of so early in the morning with a hangover and no coffee, he punched the man as hard as he could.