ALYS

Something was different today. Alys could feel the buzz of excitement and worry in the air. People were watching her, studying her. They didn't even try hiding it from her.

Alys contemplated this as she sat in the mess hall, picking at a muffin that Molly had brought her. It was big, and bulbous at the top and a little bit... green. Alys shuddered.

"Your diet can't consist of whisky and cheap beer Alys. You need food once in a while." The red head teased her from her seat across from Alys. Castiel sat next to Molly, his feet resting on the chair across from him. He was leaning back, his hands folded in his lap, eyes closed. He looked … peaceful, Alys thought. But she knew he was probably just hungover.

"Lillian made the muffins today." Cas warned, his eyes remaining shut.

"Awesome. Well, that settles it then." Alys sighed, getting up and tossing the muffin in the trash.

Alys heard the door of the cafeteria open.

"Morning Alys." Alys turned to find Brett standing there, His dirty jeans hung low on his hips, his dark curly hair tousled from sleep, He wore a tight navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscles. Leaving very little to Alys' imagination. Not that it made much of a difference, she knew exactly what that lean body looked like naked. She'd found out just last night.

"Morning Brett." She smirked seductively and bit her lip.

Brett flashed her a similar smirk and continued on to the kitchen.

"What the fuck was that?"

Alys was snapped back to reality by Molly's voice.

"What?" She asked innocently and grinned at her friend. Cas was frowning at the door where Brett had disappeared. She almost thought he looked angry. But that couldn't be right.

"I repeat. What the FUCK was that?"

"What? I'm a woman. Women have needs."

"Tell me you did not…"

"Oh I did. But it's none of your business." Alys waved her hand dismissively.

"So are you going to tell me what you're planning? Or am I supposed to guess?" Alys questioned, changing the subject smoothly. She returned to the table, nudging Cas' booted feet off the chair and sitting down.

"Hey!" He protested half-heartedly.

"I don't know what you're referring to, Alys dear." Molly lied and took a bite of her eggs.

Alys glared at the two of them. Molly's mouth was filled with egg and Cas was chuckling amusedly.

Alys rolled her eyes.

Molly sighed and pointed her fork at Alys menacingly. "How do you always know?" She demanded

"I don't know what you're referring to, Molly dear." Alys shrugged and stood up, "I'm going to the cabin. I'll see you later."

Alys waved behind her and left the mess hall. Cas' chuckling echoed behind her.

The sun was shining, its brightness momentarily blinding her.

Alys.

Alys glanced up sharply, she couldn't see anyone, but someone was watching her, thinking about her.

It was only moments before she heard footsteps and she glanced up the path.

"Hey Dean." Alys greeted the man.

"We need to talk." Dean said.

"I know."

DEAN

Dean didn't know if he trusted this girl yet. But he had no choice. His usual convoy was down by one, since Liza's … accident.

He had wanted to wait longer before he brought Alys with them on a raid. But they had run out of time. It seemed they were running out of everything these days.

Dean and Alys stood on opposite sides of a wooden table in the center of his cabin. Several maps were spread out across the old, stained wood. Several places had been circled, and all of the towns surrounding their camp had large X's crossed through the names.

"Fairfield? … That's nearly a two week drive." Alys mumbled, Her long, slim fingers sweeping across the worn out maps as she expertly examined them.

"So they tell me." Dean replied. "But we've cleared everything out in a hundred mile radius. I don't know what else to do."

"That's why I've always moved around." Alys mumbled distractedly. "Less trouble. More food. Have you ever thought of moving your camp?" She said, looking up at him expectantly.

Dean was taken back by this. Of course he'd thought of it. But he'd never felt it was necessary and Molly thought it would be better for everyone if they had a "real home". And it would take forever to replace all the charms and hexes and protection that they had here.

"I think that would be a long term solution. Let's face it. There's nothing left for us here." Alys sighed. "So this is what's got everyone so excited today. You want to take me on a raid."

"We've always functioned as a six person group. All of our plans, tactics and procedures need six people. Five would be manageable but…"

"You like having an extra person just in case… something happens." Alys finished for him, nodding in understanding.

"I'll come. But I still think you should consider scouting out a new camp. This one is good. But it could be better." She continued. "It'll be hard, but if you stay here, everything will slowly die out. Supplies, food, space. If we find somewhere new, we wouldn't have to organize constant raids just to feed everyone. I've been all over the country. I know of a few places…."

"There's a lot to consider with that. I just don't know if it's the best thing … right now." Dean grumbled.

Alys tilted her head to the side. "Are you waiting for the day the devil is gone and you can live happily ever after? That might not be for a while Dean."

Dean ran a hand across his face tiredly.

Dean heard footsteps, and as he turned he noticed one of the younger girls in camp standing in the open doorway expectantly. Dean recognized her, she was one of his frequent female visitors. But for the life of him, her name escaped him.

"Oh… am I interrupting?" She asked softly with a seductive smile at him.

Alys turned to Dean with her eyebrows raised. "Not at all. Have fun you two. I'll see you later Dean." With that, Alys turned to leave.

"Alys… We leave in three days. At sunrise. Try not to be too hungover." He smirked.

"I make no promises." She smirked right back and wandered out the door, her hands in her back pockets. Dean watched her go. He wondered why Alys had moved around so much. Wondered why she liked to be alone.

She was hiding something, and it was setting off alarms in his mind.

The girl stepped inside, her hips swaying slightly, shaking Dean from his thoughts. She unzipped her sweater, revealing nothing underneath but naked, tanned skin

"Shut the door." He said huskily and pulled his shirt above his head.

A bit of a filler. But it's all setting up for a something good. The next two chapters are going to be... Smutty.

Get excited folks, Smut filled chapters will follow. =D