Season 1 Episode 16
Meg Masters -
Aleksandria scrolled through her messages; it was quiet on Charlie's end so Aleksandria assumed that she had nothing new to report. She was at the bar that the victim, Meredith, worked at before her untimely death trying to do a bit of old-fashioned sleuthing, but her co-workers were mostly bimbos looking for a strong shoulder to cry on…not her type. Aleksandria took the last swig of her Corona as she wracked her thoughts for a possible answer. Taking care of the shadow-demon was priority one but understanding why the victims were chosen would've made it easier to track whoever summoned it down.
"I'll have a beer…and uh, let's get the lady over here another Corona while you're at it." Dean Winchester took a seat next to Aleksandria and gave her his signature smile.
"I thought you were leaving town?" Aleksandria asked as the accepted her second beer from the bartender. She could tell she had a little jealous streak in her as she set down the beer with a little more force than necessary. Dean knew how to make a girl mad, Aleksandria had to give him that much. She shook her head and smiled.
"Yeah, we were. But then we found out how all the victims were related," Dean shrugged. Now she was intrigued. Aleksandria turned to face Dean as she leaned against the bar in a relaxed state.
"Okay. Enlighten me," she asked.
Dean turned towards her and raised his brows. "Oh, you mean, I know something that you don't? You sure you're not in over your head here Alex?" he asked sarcastically.
"Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to figure it out on my own?" she asked, starting to get annoyed with him.
"We have five victims total. Of the victims two were adopted, one with sealed records, but after going through them and tracing them back to the original hospital we found that all the victims were born in the same small town of Lawrence, Kansas." Dean gave off an arrogance, proud of his work as he tipped his beer in cheers towards Aleksandria. There was something he wasn't telling her.
"And?" she asked, pressing him to go on.
"Well, Lawrence, Kansas is my hometown."
Hometown victims? That put an interesting spin on things. "You're being baited," she said almost under her breath.
"Baited?" he asked. "What do you mean baited?"
"Well obviously you pissed someone off, or something," she replied. It wasn't surprising how little Dean reacted to the news, hunters were often targeted when they made enough of a mess for the shadow world and the Winchester name drew more than just a second thought. "Where's your brother?"
Dean rolled his eyes at the question. "Off hitting on some blonde," he jerked his head backwards motioning in Sam's direction. Aleksandria looked behind her towards Sam and the blonde. She could feel a tingling sensation in her bones growing as her sense heightened in response. Gotcha. The woman was possessed by a demon, Alex could feel the demon's spirit emanating from her body as it manipulated Sam with the blonde's dark eyes. In the background, Dean was still complaining about not getting any attention from it.
"I'd cut your losses, Dean," Alex said, clapping him on the back as she stood up to leave. "Besides, she won't be around for very much longer." Alex started for the door.
"Wait," Dean yelled after her, quickly paying the tab and running outside to meet her just as she was beginning to climb into her Trans Am. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell does that mean, 'she won't be around for much longer?'" Dean questioned, putting himself between the car door and Alex. "You're not going anywhere, not until you tell me what you know," he said.
Alex inhaled deeply and sighed. She really shouldn't be telling him any of this, he was already in enough danger, but the more she tried to keep from him, the worse it would get. Aleksandria had tried keeping secrets before and it didn't work out so well that time either.
"That little blonde talking to your brother?" Alex asked as she pointed towards the bar entrance. "She's possessed."
"Possessed?"
"Yes, possessed. Inhabited by a demon? I'm assuming you know the term?"
"Yes, I know what possessed means, what I don't know is how the hell you could possibly know that," Dean asked. He was on edge, unsure if he could trust Aleksandria's knowledge and with good reason.
"Call it a skill set," she replied hastily.
"A skill set?" Dean asked.
"Yes, Dean! A skill set. Remember when I told you I hunt demons? There is a reason I'm so good at it," she said. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing, but deep down she knew it made sense to him. "Now think, has Sam met this woman before? When?" she asked.
Dean snapped to attention and looked Aleksandria dead in the eyes. "Around the same time I met you, back in the orchid," he replied coolly. Not good. Aleksandria tried to take a step back as Dean pinned her against her own car, his hands on her shoulders gripping her tightly with unknown intentions.
"Dean…" Alex said calmly. "Don't do this." She knew that if she fought against him she would cause a disturbance and that was the last thing she needed. Still, if she was going to take on the Daeva, she needed him to trust her. "You need me," she said firmly.
"Oh, I think I'll do just fine without you," he smiled as he turned her around to face the car and pinned her arms behind her. Dragging her along the side, Dean forced her into the trunk of her own car, but not before stealing the keys from her pocket.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Somewhere where you won't be in the way," he smiled as he closed the lid of the trunk leaving her in the dark.
