All Seeing Eye

By eight thirty the duo had made it to the brown stone apartment in Hell's Kitchen and the evidence of a party was all too apparent. The music was blaring and anywhere within a five foot radius of the home smelled like weed. Dean was familiar with smoking, he was more of a cigarette guy but he had his fair share in weed. But what bothered him was that Alex didn't seem put off by the stench in the slightest. I guess things changed… he thought as they walked in. Every corner of the party was blooming into a innumerable amount of obscenities, and they were wild to say the least.

"So how'd you hear about this?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My d- My friend… friend, my friend." Alex repeated a few times over to cover up the fact that she going to say dealer, but it didn't look like Dean pieced it together.

"Oh okay cool…" Dean said as he looked around once more.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to get us some beers." Alex said as Dean nodded and sat down on the couch where a bubbly blonde found him not too long after. Meanwhile Alex sauntered off to the kitchen in search of Jillian her drug dealer.

"Jill!" Alex called over the roaring music to the thin brunette with the tragically uneven bob cut.

"Alex, you look awesome." Jill said with a sniffle as she wiped the excess powder off of her upper lip.

"Thanks, so do you have the adderall and weed I wanted?" Alex said in as low of a tone as she could with the music blasting.

"Yeah, right here, that'll be 60."

"60! What the hell, that's way too much." Alex protested as Jill shrugged her bony shoulders.

"Whatever, these ADD pills ain't cheap. You want them or not?"

"O-of course I want them… here." Alex said reluctantly as she handed the girl the money and stored the pills and weed in her bag and picked up two beers from the cooler on her way out of the kitchen.

When Alex made her way back to the ratty old couch that Dean was sitting on she found Adelaide a frenemy of hers that she got all her new connections from.

"Hey Russo." The Adelaide said with a teasing smile as she tried to cuddle to dean but he pushed her away as non-harshly as possible.

"Don't call me that." The brunette said as she shot daggers.

"But your friend Dean does, right?"

"Yeah, you're not him. Only he can call me that. Can you get lost Adelaide?" Alex asked as she handed one of the beers to Dean.

"He's not interested in you." Alex said bluntly as Dean took a swig of his lager.

"He hasn't said that." Adelaide protested.

"You seem nice, but I'm not… sorry." Dean spoke as the blonde gasped in utter disbelief and marched off.

"Sorry about that, she is really fucking annoying." Alex said as she sat next to Dean on the couch.

"She was talking nonstop since you went in the kitchen. I think you owe me one." He joked as Alex rolled her eyes playfully.

"Right and how exactly would you like me to pay you back for that terrible hardship?"

"I can think of one thing…" Dean said, and in that moment he kissed her gently on the lips. It was cliché and perfect movie material and Alex loved it but somewhere in the back of her mind her conscious was nagging her and it said

Mason, Mason

Mason…

By the time eleven o'clock rolled around Alex was a little more than just a little tipsy and she'd lost all concept of time. It was eleven thirty when Alex finally noticed that she had to be home.

"Shit, it's past my curfew. Can you take me home?" Alex asked frantically as the two left the apartment and drove through Hell's Kitchen like bats out of hell and into the TribeCa region of Manhattan and onto Waverly Place.

"Thanks again, I had fun." Alex said with a smile.

"Yeah, me too. We should definitely do this again." Dean said as Alex nodded her head and went to open the car door but not before Mason pulled her back and kissed her.

Meanwhile in the Russo house Jerry Max and Theresa were fast asleep but the eldest child Justin Russo was not, and was becoming increasingly worried that Alex had not turned up yet. He'd lied and created a clone of Alex to get her out of trouble but he intended to find out where she was and if she was okay. He'd noticed how much she'd changed since Mason and was always worried sick about her.

With a heavy sigh Justin faced his framed picture of Calico Women on his wall and recited the handy incantation to see exactly what his little sister was up to.

"Please, please tell me now is there something I should know Deranium Deranius." What he saw shocked and infuriated him. Being as overprotective as Justin was he ran outside to the curb where Dean was parked with his tongue down his sister's throat.

Alex jumped when the car door swung open. There was Justin in his Batman pajama pants and not much else to ruin her date. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Alex thought as Justin pulled her out of the car and stumbled drunkenly.

"Justin!" She hollered in annoyance and rage.

"Alex, what are you doing!? Are you out of your mind?" Justin asked quite rhetorically, he needed no explanation. His sister was absolutely drunk, smelled of weed and was getting half way to fourth base in her bad boy ex-boyfriends car.

"You told Mom and Dad that you were seeing Harper! Is this who you hang out with to get drunk and smoke?" Justin hollers, not taking heed that it was midnight and most of his block was asleep, he just wanted a straight answer.

"I'm-I'm not drunk. It's not what it looks like." Alex protested but her mind was a jumble and she could hardly explain herself, and she was getting dizzier by the second. At the sight of this Dean exits the driver's side and catches her before she hits the concrete.

"This is your fault." Justin says to Dean coldly as he takes her from his arms and brings her inside.

"It really isn't what it looks like." Dean starts but Justin cuts him off.

"I'm sure this is how you got that reputation of yours, just save it."