Chapter Four:
What Lies Behind Truth
Then:
"Good." Alex removed herself from Sam's way and walked toward the door.
"Wait." He said. "I'm coming with."
She grabbed the door handle and turned around to face the hunter. "Seriously, Sam" she stated in her annoyed non-guilty voice. "It's only dinner." Sam had no response. Alex then casually opened the door and walked out.
Now:
Dean Winchester was at the Hour Night Pub, just a few blocks away from the police station. He was in his business suit drinking a beer and flirting with the bartender. "So you want to be an actress hua?" He asked. The girl smiled, "That is so, so funny because I am actually an agent from Louie Morest Endeavor." Dean stated while handing the girl a (fake) business card.
"Wow." She said with her bright eyes and immense smile; giggling as they connected a gaze with each other.
Unfortunately, Dean's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and looked at the barkeeper. "Do you mind filling me up one of these," He asked generously.
"Sure thing." The young lady picked up his empty glass and walked away with it.
" Hey you're a star," he added as she left for more beer. Dean flipped open his phone "Yo."
"Hey," it was Sam, "it took me a while, but I traced all of her steps back to birth."
"Anyone die bloody?"
"Nope in fact-" Sam herd a lot of background noise and the flutter of TV sets in the background, "dude are you in a bar?" He asked
" No..no I'm at a restaurant." The elder Winchester lied. The young female bartender, from before walks up and placed Dean's glass of beer in front of him.
"Here's your beer" She added just before she walked away toward another customer.
"That happens to have a bar." Dean concluded after having a sip of the beer.
" I've been working my ass off for you." Sam aggressively stated. He was annoyed that his big brother was having all the fun as he was at the hotel room doing all the work.
"Hey, world's smallest violin pal. I've just spent the entire after noon proving pajama girl right. And besides, I needed a drink."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I went back to the examiners' office. Looked at the autopsy report and found something."
"What?"
"Seeds. Apparently the medical examiner thought that they were kidney stones."
"So Pagan god it is then." Sam stated.
"On top of that, guess which famous president came in town for a party."
"Abraham Lincoln. "
" Bingo. I'm telling you man, something doesn't smell right with her."
"Well, that's not even the best part," Sam insinuated. "Apparently, Alex Qiterum does not exist. Hell there isn't anyone on this earth with the last name of Qiterum. "
"So you're saying?"
"Alex Qiterum is either her fake name, or we're missing something."
"Okay, lets say it is a fake name." Dean had a sip of his beer, "Then who is she and why does she know so much about us?"
"Profit maybe?"
"Highly doubt it. Cas would have said something. What's she doing now?"
"She went out to get some food."
Dean was in shock, "How long?"
"Probably a half hour ago, why?"
"Dude," He stated as he quickly got up from the bar. "Have you not noticed that there's a restaurant across the street from the hotel room?" Sam's 'Oh Shit' whisper was barely heard from Dean's end of the phone, both brothers knew for certain that Alex wasn't at any diner or restaurant.
…
The girl woke up. To her surprise she found Paris Hilton filing her nails on a ritual knife of some sort. Oh great. She remembered breaking into the wax museum, and wanting to sneak up and kill this evil son of a bitch, just so that she could prove to Dean and Sam that she was trustworthy. But apparently she underestimated her target. Hell, Alex even came unprepared; expecting to kill the forest god with a butcher knife. I'm screwed, she thought as she tried to struggle out of the rope restrains that she was tied down to. Alex saw the Hilton-role-model-look-alike, stare at her. "Oh, I'm so glad that you're awake for this. It's going to be huge."
" Great." Alex stated, while still trying to struggle out of the restraints.
"I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately." The Hilton look alike said, "So it's nice to do the ritual right; prepare a nice slow meal for a change."
"Just like the good old days, hua." Alex added. Might as well have some fun, again.
"People use to adore me. They threw themselves at me with smiles on their faces."
"Yea," Alex said with annoyance, "Well, I guess it's too bad that they cut down your forest and built an eco-plant on it."
"You have no idea. For years now, I've been wondering around. Hungry. Scared. So not sexy."
Alex gave her a big smile. "I have no idea?" She added. "Please spare me the theatrics. I've been here for two days, and I've still haven't eaten anything." There was a slight pause. " At lease you were able to munch on two people. I haven't had anything yet."
"Make that three." The Hilton look alike said as she walked toward Alex.
"I hate to break it to you," Alex said, "But, I'm not exactly a Paris Hilton fan. Tough luck, you can't eat me."
The god drew in closer, "True." She smiled, "But I can totally read your mind Alex. I know who your real hero it."
" Really," Alex was able to break her right hand loose, from the rope, she smiled. "Because I think you're bluffing." With a few extra tugs, her left hand was loose too.
" No, its-" Interrupting the Hilton look alike, Alex pounced on her with and instant. Both of them were on the ground. Alex was on top of the god, and began punching it in the face. Unfortunately the creature was a lot stronger and faster then any normal human and was able to punch Alex across the wax made forest.
Paris quickly moved herself toward Alex, "So not cool," She said while punching the human girl in the face.
A sound came from the other side of the museum, "Alex!" The god turned around for a second, Alex lifted her bleeding head, it was the Winchesters. But before she was able to take another peek, Paris continued to bludgeon her. With very little strength left, Alex placed her legs under Paris' body and pushed her away. As she was collapsing on the floor, Alex was able to see Sam chopping off the forest god's head, as Dean was running toward her.
"Alex?" Dean said while knelling down to her.
"Oh yeah..." She briefly said after passing out. This is real.
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Alex awoke by the mummers in the room. She didn't open her eyes though, she'd just listened. "What do you mean she's from a different universe?" Alex was able to note that it was Dean doing the talking. "Now that's just plain ridiculous." He responded. He must be on the phone, Alex deducted from his one-way conversation. "Now, why would he send her here?" Someone send me here? Alex became anxious, she wanted to know the truth, she wanted to know why she was stuck in a fictional world, and who brought her here. Then the sound of a door closing interrupted Alex's thoughts. Dean continued, " No Chuck, we haven't left town yet." Well that's a reliable source. There was slight silence, "yeah, yeah, sure we'll call you when we leave." He concluded. "Sure thing Chuck, bye." The click made from Dean sliding down his phone officially meant that the conversation was over.
"What did he say?" Alex thought that it must have been Sam who entered the room earlier.
The slight noise of footsteps were being made from the carpeted floor, "Well apparently the reason that she doesn't exist is because she's from a different universe."
"What?" Sam stated while placing a bag of some sort on the little breakfast table.
"That's not even the best part," It sounded like Dean was going through the bag, "Lucifer was the one who brought her here."
No. Why would he bring me here? Sam voice rose a bit, "So what now?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing?" Dean pondered for a moment, "Panic Room?"
"Do you really think she's a threat?"
"Do you?" Alex didn't want to wake up, she wanted to dream her way back home. Back to normality; no fear, no apocalypse, no final battle against heaven and hell. This was no longer a fictional world, no longer a dream; she drank beer, she jumped off a roof, and she got mauled by Paris Hilton. This was real. Pain doesn't lie, and neither does blood.
"Alex?" Both Winchesters were now at her side, attempting to wake her up. Sam on the right and Dean on the left.
Alex took a moment to breathe in deeply and open her eyes. "Hello." Better play it dumb, so they don't suspect anything, "What are you two doing in my room?"
Both Winchesters took a moment to chuckle. "Alex do you know where you are?" Sam added. The girl gently stood up, "Apparently in a hotel room."
"Do you remember what happened?"
Alex placed her feet onto the floor, both brothers walked back toward the same side of the room. "I remembered getting my ass kicked by a wanna-be barbie." Dean gave out a bit of a laugh. "It's not funny," the girl noted as she got up onto her feet, "it's embarrassing."
"You have to admit that it was a bit fun to wa-"
"Dude," Sam intruded to stop Dean from ruining the moment.
"It's alright Sam. I have no problem with Dean laughing at me." Alex began to walk toward the bathroom, "I actually want to see how bad I look." The brothers were quite as Alex began to look at herself in the mirror. Nothing? No bruises, no scabs. She turned around to face the brothers, "Nothing?"
"Yeah," Sam added in, "we were stunned too."
Alex walked back to the bed and sat on it. The brothers were just following her with their eyes. Time to face the truth, she thought. "Okay, what's got you two in a knot?"
"Nothing." Sam said.
She looked at Dean, "If you say nothing too, I will know for a fact that you are lying."
"I gotta ask," he spoke, "what was the last thing you remember before you landed in Bobby's house?"
She looked at his deep-green eyes, "Nothing." It was the truth. Hell, I can't even remember the last time I ate.
"You sure?"
"Yes, Dean Winchester. I am absolutely positively sure." Alex looked at the bag on the table, "Is that food? I am starving. "
"Only if you keep your end of the bargain." Sam stated while passing in front of the two of them to unveil what was in the bag. "You tell us everything you know."
"I am fine with that," Alex noted. Sam looked at Dean, he nodded in acceptance. "We agreed on American, right?"
Notes:
KaterinaPetrova-Winchester: Thank you for your support and I am glad that you are liking my "Alex" character. To place my self into her shoes is really hard, to write about her is harder-I'm happy with the way that she's coming out, and I hope you are too.
anaon: Yes, I would agree that both spelling and grammar are not my strong suits, I'm mainly a character dialogue type of person. Yes, I agree with the whole 'hour-glass figure' observation, that was a mistake on my part; It'll be fixed soon. Thanks for the review, and critique. I'm glad you like the story.
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