"Alex? You mind showing your face?" Sam tried. A muffled moan was his only answer. "Alex... you must be feeling suffocated by now. Come on. I won't pry. You only have to tell what you want to tell." The lump of comforter sighed, then moved. Alex' messy dark hair emerged and her grey eyes dully gazed at Sam. "Don't know why Jodie called you guys over. I'm fine." Sam smiled. "Can't Dean and I just come over for dinner?" Alex cocked her head and she didn't even have to say that she didn't believe him. He held out his hand. "I come bearing gifts..." Suspiciously, she took it. She opened the box, held up the bracelet, then lay it flat in her palm. "It... it's sweet... Thank you, Sam!" Suddenly her face fell. "But I can't take it. I don't deserve it." Sam bit his lip. This wasn't good. He decided to come clean. "It's partially a gift, partially a test." He picked up the bracelet and tapped the charms, dangling from it. "The heart, it's silver, as is the bracelet itself. The Cupidbow is iron. If you ever doubt someone is a monster, these two can rule out most." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You thought I was a monster, again?" Bashful, Sam lowered his head. "Not really, but we had to make sure." Alex sighed. "I understand. But I'm fine, I told you, I told Claire, I told Jodie."
Sam eyed her. "No you're not. You're not 'fine'. You feel horrible." Alex pulled her comforter tighter around her. "I'm fine." She threw him a challenging look. "I sleep, I eat, I go to school. My grades aren't failing..." Sam smiled sadly. "What's the last thing you ate?" Alex frowned. "Breakfast." she said defensively. "Jodie and Claire can vouche." Sam hummed. This wasn't going as he planned. Time for new tactics. "Can we play a game?" Alex stared at him. "What?" Sam tugged his legs up and sat on the bed Indian Style. "Yeah. I used to play this with... a friend of mine, Sully. One says: Have you ever... and then adds something. The other answers, truthfully. Sully once said "have you ever thought you could fly?" It always cheered me up when Dad and Dean were out hunting." Alex looked sceptical. "Alright... I'll give it a shot." Sam grinned. "Wanna start?" Alex shook her head. Sam wiggled his butt down into the bed and bit his lip in thought. "Have you ever... used a spitwad?" Alex giggled. "EWWW! No..." Sam chuckled. "Ok, your turn..." Alex squinted in concentration. "Have you ever..."
Alex' eyes lit up. They had been playing for a while now, and the questions had gotten less and less silly. "Have you ever... been afraid of the dark?" Sam chuckled. "Yeah, because Dad told me exactly what was out there. Dick. He gave me a .45 when I told him I was afraid of the monster under my bed. I was nine." Alex' eyes widened. "You're joking..." Sam shook his glorious mane. "Scouts honour." That caused her to giggle. "Like you were ever a boyscout." Sam chuckled too. "You're right. I never was. My turn... Have you ever... wanted to burrow deep into your bed and never leave?" Alex bit her lip and cast her eyes down. "You caught me there... I have. Just before you came in." Her cheeks flushed a dull red. "That's ok, Alex. I bet everyone has felt that way once or twice." She scoffed, not looking up. The silence stretched a bit. "My turn." Alex suddenly said, looking up and her eyes were wide. "Have you ever... eaten, just because you had to, to stop them worrying?" Sam's eyes shot to Alex'. She was sitting straightbacked and staring at him intensely. Sam cleared his throat. "Yes... Yes, I have... a lot." Alex watched him, jaw dropped.