Season 1 Episode 11
Pleasure Before Business –

She had been here before…in this darkness. It was such a familiar place that she no longer feared it because in the darkness she was reminded that she was still human. Aleksandria could feel a pair of strong hands shake her gently as she tried to shake off the dizziness that she was feeling. It was the man from the diner. "Hey…hey are you alright?" he asked. Aleksandria opened her eyes and looked up at him, squinting from the harsh light overhead.

"You're a special kind of stupid aren't you?" she moaned annoyed as she sat up, her head throbbing in pain. Thankfully it didn't last long; that Sheriff hit like a bitch. Guess there was something to be said about his, how should it be put, want to not really hurt a woman? It was such a manly weakness that was easily exploited by women smart enough to recognize it.

"Excuse me?" he asked with a surprised tone in his voice. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Aleksandria rolled her eyes, "Exactly what it sounds like. If you would've just listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't be in here!" She replied. There was a nice little bump on the back of her head, but at least the skin wasn't broken. Alex looked up at the man who was smiling with a sort of irony to him.

"So your plan was to get arrested and sacrificed to the fugly scarecrow in the apple orchard?" he joked.

"You got a better plan?" Aleksandria asked.

"I had one until you got us into this mess!" He replied as he walked towards the jail cell door. They were behind metal bars, not a single cop in sight. No doubt they were meeting with the townspeople to go over the plan. True, Aleksandria upset the plan to sacrifice the innocent couple that would've driven into their trap, but this time they would actually have to get their hands dirty because neither one of them was an unsuspecting victim. "What the hell are you doing here anyways?"

Aleksandria lay back on the bed and propped her boots up on the end of the bed. "Uh, well I assume I'm here for the same reason you are," she answered.

"So you're a hunter?" he asked.

"Of sorts," she replied shrugging. "Although gods aren't really my jurisdiction," she continued rubbing the back of her head in the hopes of subsiding some of the pain. Usually she dealt with a lot worse when it came to the Supernatural world since there were enough hunters to go around that new how to get rid of a spirit. Aleksandria spent most of her time on the one thing that she was particularly good at…killing demons.

"Well then sit back and just let me take care of things…no need for you to get any more hurt than you already are." This man seriously had a knight in shining white armor complex to him that Aleksandria found hilarious. Apparently she looked like she needed saving, but little did he know that she would be the one saving him probably in the near future. It was a common mistake many men made around her, but she couldn't really blame them. Despite her abundance in skills and training as a demon hunter, not to mention a name in the Supernatural world that made demons quiver in fear, she didn't really look like much. She was an average size, tall, but not particularly bulky with muscle. Her hair was a dark chocolate brown, her eyes a blue steel, and her build athletic but slender. She didn't have a mark on her body, but there were times where she had more scars than she could count. Aleksandria found that there was an easier way out than waiting for her human body to heal in time. Time was a luxury she had plenty of, but time waited for no one not even the immortal.

"You're the boss, boss," she replied. This should be interesting. Aleksandria hadn't met another hunter in a very long time, maybe their skills had improved over the years. She still had yet to be impressed, but she couldn't help but feeling that there was something special about this one in particular even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "So what's the plan?" she asked as she finally stood up, ready to face the throbbing pain in her head with a more physical activity. He finally turned around with a contemplative look on his face.

"I'm working on it."

Aleksandria drummed her fingertips on her knee waiting patiently for the man to come up with his big heroic plan. Four hours and not a single word from him yet he constantly looked at his phone as if he wanted to make a call, but then decided otherwise. Never-mind the impending doom that was upon them, apparently he had more important things to decide like not making phone calls to unknown people. It took everything she had to not give into her frustration. Of course he would be another typical useless hunter, why should she think any more of him than all the other hunters she had ever run into? The door to the Sheriff's office swung open and in walked a half a dozen townspeople armed with rifles and even a few pitchforks…apparently their presence required a literal mob. Aleksandria sat up and stared intently at them.

"It's time," said an elderly woman with white hair. By the look on the man's face that was in the cell with her, he still didn't have a plan. Great, she thought to herself as the Sheriff unlocked the cell, being careful to keep his gun pointed at their faces. "You have to know," the woman begged them; "this is for the greater good." Aleksandria believed that she really believed that, but it still didn't change the fact that she, like the rest of the town was a murderer. Aleksandria shrugged her shoulders.

"And you have to know that I'm going to do whatever it takes to stay alive," she replied and she meant it. Even if it meant possibly exposing her deepest and darkest secret to some strangers; not that it matter since they probably wouldn't live through it anyways. The only good thing about her curse was that no one lived to tell anyone about it. Aleksandria felt a pang of guilt stab her in the gut…she knew it wasn't a good feeling to be grateful for her curse, but if she didn't convince herself that something good came out of it, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

"You can try," said the Sheriff interrupting her thoughts, "but you won't get out alive."

"I'm counting on it," Aleksandria muttered under her breath as she and the Impala man were bound and lead out of the station. The Sheriff led them out to his squad car and opened the trunk, motioning the two of them to climb in at gunpoint. "Come on, are you serious? We're not both going to fit in there!"

"Find a way!" he spat viciously at them as the man climbed into the trunk first a little unsteadily. Aleksandria climbed in after him trying not to step on any precious objects.

"Easy there lady, at least buy me dinner first!" he joked as she lay down next to him, the lid of the trunk slamming in their faces.

"Eat me," Aleksandria sighed as she tried to wriggle herself a little room, her hands landing in a very uncomfortable place.

"No seriously, you're going to have to buy me dinner first," he replied. Aleksandria rolled her eyes. "At least tell me your name? I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." Aleksandria had heard the name Winchester before…from a family of hunters who were actually a force to be reckoned with. He was a Winchester? What a sad excuse for a hunter.

"So how about that plan Dean?" Aleksandria asked trying to change the subject. She made it a point not to become familiar with anyone she ran into because they always wound up dead one way or another. Plus, it was dangerous knowing her…not just because of what she did for a living, but because of who she was. Aleksandria had racked up quite the name in the supernatural world, many calling her 'daemon Venator' or demon killer. One mention of her alias and you could have a hundred demons descending on you hoping to get a chance to end the demon hunter's life. None were ever successful.

"I'm still working on it."

After a ten minute drive, the hood of the trunk was opened and Dean and Alex climbed out still held at gunpoint. It was nearly sun set and they were in the apple orchard. The townspeople led them towards an old farmhouse where the scarecrow god hung steadily waiting for the moon rise to awaken it. Aleksandria glared at the inanimate god and noticed a tattoo on its arm…the missing man from last year. She sighed as the Sheriff shoved her to the ground in front of a tree and tied her hands above her. Next to her, the elderly man from the diner was doing the same to Dean. "I hope you apple pie was freaking worth it!" Dean shouted as the townspeople walked away leaving them strung to a tree to die. Alex leaned her head against the tree and closed her eyes. "Don't worry….I'll get us out of here," Dean said in attempt to reassure her; she was still waiting on him to make up his mind on how to do that.

"Well you better hurry up because we have until sundown."