DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own the plotline of the story. All trademarks go to the creators of Supernatural, without them, my story would not exist.
Happy reading!
NOTE: Chapter 2 is a little bit slow in the beginning.
Dean and Sam were sitting in a booth in the diner near their motel. Sam was bent over a book while his brother sat across from him, stuffing his mouth with bacon. Sam looked up when Alex slid into the booth next to Dean. Her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses, which was odd since it was drizzling outside. Sam suspected that the sunglasses were an effort to hide the fact that she had cried the previous night.
"Mornin' Sunshine." Dean said through a mouthful of pork.
Alex looked at him and her mouth curved into an amused smile. "Don't choke yourself." She said in a voice that dripped with honey. Honey guarded by dangerous Africanized bees.
A waitress stopped at their table. "What can I get for you?" She asked.
"A cup of black coffee and a waffle." Alex smiled briefly at the waitress, whose name tag read Janice.
"A waffle?" Janice asked confused.
"Yeah. A waffle. Singular. Just one please." Alex replied in a tone reserved for speaking to children or the mentally unstable.
Dean laughed. "Someone's grumpy. I hope you're not one of those girls that can't eat anything without counting the calories."
Alex wrinkled her nose. "Of course not. Hunting is enough exercise for me. I eat what I want. I just don't really have an appetite right now; it was a long night."
Dean smirked. "I'll bet it was. You smell like whiskey." He stuffed the remains of his plate in his mouth and leaned back.
"It helps me sleep. So bite me." Alex snapped. She picked up the cup of coffee that Janice had just put in front of her and took a sip, ignoring the fact that the liquid that was making its way down her throat was scalding hot.
"You know, there's a really good cure for a hangover." Dean said, snickering. "It's a greasy pork sandwich served on a dirty ashtray."
"I'd like to keep my cholesterol the way it is, thank you very much."
"So Alex, would you like to join my brother and me?" Sam asked, trying to make the offer seem as casual as possible.
"In a three-way? No thanks, it's not my style." Alex smirked, taking another sip of her coffee.
Sam and Dean both laughed. "No, I mean on the road. We could use a third person, you know, when things get tense between me and Dean. And it's not easy taking down monsters as a two man team."
Alex pretended to consider it. "I guess that would be more effective." She said nonchalantly.
"Sammy, have you found us a new job?" Dean asked. "Now that we've ganked the happy werewolf family, we gotta get a move on."
"Wait," Alex took off her sunglasses and fixed her eyes on Dean. "We're not done with this job. Sure, we've killed the family, but you do know that they had no idea how they were turned?" Alex paused, waiting for a response. When none came, she continued, "I busted into their house just as they were turning. Half of them didn't even know why I was breaking in and trying to kill them. Someone purposely turned that entire family."
Sam frowned, disappointed that he hadn't figured it out sooner. "You're right…how weird is it that an entire family is turned into werewolves? But who would do that? An entire family hunting every night is like a big flashing alarm for hunters in the area."
"Seems a little suspicious, doesn't it?" Alex said. She put on her sunglasses again. "I'm going to go back to Nebraska and dig into the family a bit. Talk to the neighbors and poke around the house. Maybe you should do some internet research." She got up and left a twenty dollar bill on the table.
"Wait," Dean got up too. "I'll go with you. Can't be too careful around werewolves."
"Agent Myers. I'm with the FBI." Alex flashed her stolen badge at the cop standing in front of the yellow tape. "This is my partner, Agent Young. We're investigating the deaths of the Smith family."
"Right this way." The cop directed them to the front of the house.
"Thank you." Alex smiled at the cop. "Actually, I have a few questions." She stopped the cop before he left. "I know that the bodies were found in Minnesota. Why is the house being marked off as a crime scene?"
The cop smirked, arrogantly proud that he knew something that an FBI agent didn't. "I thought that it was in the file that your office gave you."
"It was, but I'd like to get a statement from an officer." Alex's smile was slightly threatening.
"The murders were under extremely unusual circumstances, so we're investigating the Smiths' lives. The best place to start is the house." The cop finished, and then walked away.
The pair walked up to the open front door. Cops were everywhere, opening drawers, flipping through books.
"Well, this is gonna make our job slightly harder." Dean said, sighing. "Let's start in the bedrooms."
Alex climbed the stairs and walked into a room. It was clearly the room of a teenage girl. The walls were plastered with twilight posters and pictures of shirtless male celebrities. Alex walked over to a desk, and picked up a small, thick notebook. The inscription on the front read, "Ella's Diary KEEP OUT." Ignoring the warnings, Alex flipped through the pages, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Ella's entries were certainly descriptive. Alex felt as if she were walking through Ella's very vivid memories. Just as Alex was beginning to feel like she was reading pages and pages of girly crap about boys and makeup, she ran across an entry from a few days ago. As she read it, her eyebrows rose higher on her forehead, and her brow creased in interest.
"Find anything?" Dean's voice, right in her ear, made Alex jump.
"Dean!" Alex snapped. "Don't do that!" When her annoyance wore off, Alex waved the diary in Dean's face. "I found Ella's diary. She the girl that I killed that first night I was here."
"A diary?" Dean's face lit up with interest. "Let me see." He grabbed for the book.
"Dean." Alex rolled her eyes and snatched the notebook away from him. "Don't be disgusting."
"What?" Dean feigned innocence. "It's for research."
"Did you find anything?" Alex refused to give him the notebook.
"Other than Sesame Street and this month's edition of Busty Asian Beauties?" Dean asked. "Nope."
"Well, it seems like Ella had a crush on their neighbor, Fred. So last week, Ella went over to Fred's, and he made a move on her. It seems that he got kinda rough and bit her on the shoulder." Alex finished.
"So let's go talk to this neighbor." Dean said, turning to leave.
Outside, Dean glanced at the mailbox of the house next to the Smiths'. He laughed. "Well look at that. They actually have a neighbor named Mr. Rogers."
Alex walked past him and pushed the doorbell. She waited, but no one answered. Then, Alex pounded on the door. No answer.
"Well don't break down the door." Dean joked. "No one's home. We'll have to come back tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, we only have one room left." The receptionist said apologetically. "There are two twin beds though."
Dean looked at Alex. "We can go to another motel if you don't want to share a room with me." Deep down, Dean wanted to share a room with the hot girl standing next to him. He was just asking out of common courtesy.
"No, I don't mind." Alex replied. "And it's late anyways."
Dean slapped one of his many stolen credit cards down onto the counter, and waited for the room key.
The room was small and despite the motel's efforts to make it look cheery with tacky orange carpeting, it looked washed out. Alex tossed her duffel bag onto her bed, staking her claim. She pulled out a pair of shorts and a tiny tank top, preparing to shower.
Dean eyed Alex's choice of pajamas. "That's what you sleep in?" His tone indicated that he wholly approved.
"It's comfortable. Too much clothing just gets in the way." Alex mock flirted before she stepped into the bathroom.
The hot water pounded on Alex's tense shoulder muscles, making them go numb. The shower had always been Alex's favorite part of the day. It was just her and shower; a short moment of relaxation after a hard day of hunting.
After shampooing and scrubbing her skin with soap, Alex stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on her tank top and shorts. She exited the bathroom, and found Dean watching wrestling on the TV, drinking beer.
"Really? Is this how you get off? By watching men in tight clothes climb all over each other?" Alex smirked.
Dean couldn't concentrate enough to come up with a smart retort. He was distracted by Alex's wet hair, which was dripping onto the front of her white tank top, turning the fabric semi transparent. "No." Was all he could say as he turned off the TV and went to take his shower.
Dean's lips covered Alex's. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Dean's hands were on Alex's back, pressing her so close to him, it was as if he were trying to merge them into each other. But then he pulled his lips away to kiss her neck.
"Dean…" Alex gasped. Her neck had always been ticklish and sensitive. But now, when Dean was covering her neck with his hot kisses, her blood was boiling.
Alex's hands, which had been on Deans shoulders, slid down from his chest, past his ribs, past his well sculpted abs, past his belly button…
As her head hit the carpet, Alex was jerked awake, her eyes flying open. As she climbed back into bed, Alex glanced over at Dean's bed. The covers had slipped off his chest. The moonlight streaming into the room from the window cast shadows over the panes of his chest and well muscled stomach.
Alex swallowed hard and laid back in bed, trying to ignore the heat pooling in her lower belly. Hunting with him was hard enough, so Alex certainly didn't need the elder Winchester getting her all hot and bothered.
But still, Alex couldn't resist running her eyes up and down Dean's body, admiring his hard, sculpted muscles. She closed her eyes, and when she could no longer shake the image from her mind, she drifted off into sleep, her second dream continuing what she was rudely awakened from.
TBC
