Title: Perceptions of Truth

Author: Christy

Rating: FR 18

Fandom/Theme: Highlander/Supernatural/Buffy

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.

Distribution: and TtH

Series: Alissa's Interests #9

Chapter: 3/5

Spoilers: During Season 6 of Supernatural

Summary: The Winchesters look for some help finding Eve

Dean was enjoying the burn of good whiskey when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out and tapping in a reply, he stood up and began to walk out when he remembered and turned back to Alissa.

"Uh, since I gave Sam the keys, do you think you could drop me off at The Castle? I promised Iona I'd meet her there for a drink after work."

After dropping him off at the club entrance, Alissa drove around the block, found parking and changed tops and makeup to look more like a Goth hanger on. Unlike her outfit from earlier, it would still help her blend in at the Goth club, she wanted to pass through, not be stopped every five minutes. Paying the cover, she started looking around the downstairs bar and outdoor patio, but wasn't that surprised to not find her quarry just yet. Heading upstairs, she grinned at the drunk, giggling girls checking to see if a guy wearing a kilt was doing so regimentally. Heading into the main upstairs bar/dance floor, she wasn't that surprised to find Dean and his waitress off in a dark corner. Asking for a beer and ashtray, she lit up a cigarette and kept an eye on the couple in the catty corner couch from her perch.

She was nursing her second drink when she felt someone come up at her elbow. "You know," he whispered in her ear, "no reason to be jealous if your girlfriend likes boys too."

Alissa turned towards him, laughing as she eyed up the newbie vamp in front of her. iAh, the girl decided to eliminate both of us/i she thought as she leaned in closer. "So, what's your name?" she purred.

The young vampire gulped. "G-Greg."

"Nice to meet you, Greg." They exchanged small talk for a while until she noticed Iona leading Dean back downstairs. "So, darlin, feel like getting out of here?"

It only took Greg throwing her up against the wall in the alley she'd seen Dean head to for here to realize her mistake, but only after the damn boy made her see stars.

"Ah, the old 'I'm newly turned and easy bait from a Slayer' routine," she taunted, spinning away on her heel when Greg went to grab her. She feigned with her knife as she waited for the dizziness to subside, but was annoyed and surprised when he yanked the knife from her. Heedless of the cut on his palm, he used the momentum to throw her into the wall again, knocking the wind out of her.

"Ooh, a fighter," she said with a smirk. A curl of her hand and her knife was back in her hand, blood dripping from the tip. She motioned "come on" with her other hand as Greg charged her.

He kicked at her but she dived back and came up swinging, catching him in the bicep. With a growl. He was on her, throwing her to the ground, large hands wrapped around her neck as he began choking her.

She vaguely heard someone yell out "Alissa!" and someone else go "Oh no, pretty boy, that's Greg's meal." amid the ringing in her ears. Making it as if amidst the struggles of someone merely passing out, she thrashed around enough to figure out where his inseam was and kneed him in the groin. While he was on the floor of the alley in utter male agony, she rasped out "Enough of this," and cut his head off with the katana she always carried on her, dusting him.

Just then, she heard "Gregory! You fucking bitch! I'll kill you then turn your little boytoy here!"{ as Iona attacked her, game face in and nails extended. She managed to knock Alissa's sword from her grasp and tried to claw her eyes out, but was dust a moment later. Alissa coughed as she leaned up on her elbows to stare at a stupefied Dean, staring at the wood slat he'd found in the alley in bewilderment.

"Told you," she said, around another coughing fit.

Knowing Sam would be over with Faith tonight, Dean lead the way back to his room, grumbling about the scrapes and grit he'd gotten as well as a torn shirt, form when Iona had attacked him. Walking into the suite, he walked into his bedroom, hissing as the shirt tore away from a healing cut on his side.

"Let me take a look at that," Alissa murmured, having raided the larger than normal first aid kits they had in every room. Dean glanced over, surprised, since he knew from the scrapes and bruises he'd seen, she'd been hurt too, but she wasn't walking like it.

"How'd you heal up so quick?" he asked as she bent over him, putting antiseptic and bandages on his one large slice. She looked up from her task for a moment. "Slayer healing," she said simply and went back to tending to him.

He thought he knew what was really going on so, while she was busy putting a butterfly strip on a cut by his eyebrow, he palmed the scissors and "accidentally" sliced her with it when she moved back. She cursed and grabbed her arm with her other hand, but he pulled it away as she struggled with him, but he still saw the tell-tell blue lightning streak across the healing cut, leaving nothing but blood behind. He shoved her away and her ass hit the floor as she stared up at him in shock. "An Immortal! A fucking Immortal! So how long were you gonna let us live before you cut off our heads? Just playing with us to get a good Quickening?" he yelled as Alissa leapt back up, furious. "You stupid little BOY! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I may be an Immortal- something Castiel DID hint at the other day, by the way- but I don't behead random people just for fun, you idiot! I may fight and behead other Immortals, but it;s more to save my own life rather than the Quickening I gain- which is rather painful, by the by. So what if I'm an Immortal? I think your father would have trusted me as a contact if he didn't fucking test me first before he'd trust me?" she demanded, getting up in his face.

Dean felt something in him snap and he had her slammed up against the wall, wrists in either of his hands in the next instant. "Well, maybe he didn't know what you were," he bit out.

Alissa smirked at the memory of John tossing her her katana after he'd seen her DIE once soon after she'd left House. "Oh no, hon, he knew. I just think you don't like not knowing things," she taunted him.

His grip on her wrists tightened as he glared down at her. "Listen , sister, next time you decide to play decoy, let me know," he told her with a smirk as he pushed away from the wall.

Alissa was having none of it and had soon reversed their positions against the wall. "Decoy? No, no little one- I knew you had no way of defending yourself about a menace you didn't even know was there."

"Oh, well, thank you kindly," Dean groused, pushing up from the cage she'd made with her arms.

"Uh uh, hunter boy. You started this little song and dance, but I intend to finish it," she murmured before leaning up on her toes and kissing him hard. "You forget, Dean, I'm an empath."

He groaned against her mouth when she began nibbling on his lush bottom lip, then, grabbing her around the waist, picked her up. Alissa wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her back while stumbling the way to the bed. Laying down on the bed with the Immortal underneath him, he ground his groin against her, making her break the kiss and arch back on a moan.

Standing up for a moment, he peeled his jeans and boxers off, leaving him naked. He watched Alissa lean back on her elbows, pupils dilated with lust before she sat up, hands going to the zipper on her top, but Dean stopped her and grabbing the zipper, pulled it down and yanked it off. Her nipples were coral colored and hard little nubs that he palmed as he knelt in front of her. Sliding her thong off, he was distracted by her hand grabbing hold of him. "You gonna tease me or you gonna use it?"

Dean's only response was a smirk as he lowered himself onto his arms above her and slid in, making her arch her back to meet him.