Jaded

'Avoid, stay silent, don't speak, don't even open eyes, breathe, or show sign that you are even awake,' Alex thought to herself. She had pretended to be asleep in her bed after she had claimed to have gotten back from her walk, when truly, there was no walk that had taken place. Now the don't breathe part was a bit stupid, she knew she needed to breathe, otherwise the boys might think she had died and good chances were that they would have to revive her by mouth to mouth.

'Dean's lips on my lips…' she sighed mentally at the thought of him being the one having to do it instead of Sam.

'What the hell Alex?! You don't like him! Do not! So stop thinking about him! Not those lips, that body of his, neither his ass, nor flirting with girls, which he was probably doing right now, since he isn't in here anymore. Left as I came in.' Technically this was too much strain to be having thoughts about Dean, let alone telling oneself to not have one blimp of an image of him in the shower…water running down his entire body until finally going down the drain.

'What a waste of water…'

"UHHH!!" she groaned as loud as she could, forgetting completely that Sam was still in the room and unaware of her consciousness for the past few hours.

"You okay Alex?" he asked.

"NO!" she replied.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yes. I mean—god! I don't even know. No I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay."

"Where the hell is Dean? First of all, we are trying to research a new hunt, and second of all, we should be on the road. Blacktop, asphalt, the breeze coming into the windows and messing up our hair while the three of us bicker until we finally come upon a motel, because Dean is sick of fighting or can't handle being out talked by a woman! Is the man sexist? No. I don't think so. He's obviously been with a few girls who haven't been the baking or 'in the kitchen, stay at home mom' type. Who the hell does he think he is?!" Alex said, the words escaped in a big rush and heap, leaving only emptiness in her brain where she tried to form more words to describe what she was thinking and how she was feeling.

Sam opened his mouth to reply, only to get cut off by a knock on the door.

"Oh look, there's the door. I should get that," he said, seeming relieved that he didn't have to continue on with the conversation. Although, somehow he knew that it wasn't over until Alex said it was. When he pulled back on the door handle, the person who had saved him from utter turmoil, was standing there, dwindling their fingers and staring down at them as if they were the most fascinating things on the planet.

"Can I help you?" he asked. The girl looked up to meet his gaze, frightened a bit at the sight. He couldn't necessarily blame her though, he was tall and sure, a stranger to her.

"I'm looking for Dean," she spoke quietly. Sam was lucky to even catch all the words.

"He's not here right now. Is there something I can do for you though? Besides his regular--," Sam began.

"Been there, done that with him. What I am really here for is help. You see, he informed me awhile back, that if I ever needed his services in the 'supernatural' to ask people for him, by his many fake ID names. He gave me a list of them. So then I'd know."

Alex was tired of being the one out of the loop and more importantly, this was a case, Dean's case or not, it was something.

"Well you've come to the right place Loraine. The 'man' him self should be here any minute I am sure," Alex said, pulling in the girl from outside and leading her into the bedroom to sit down on the bed, while Sam sat down at his laptop at the desk close by.

"How'd you know my name? I didn't even say anything," the girl said.

"Are you sure? I could've sworn I heard you say your name."

"Alex, she didn't."

This was freaking her out. If telling Dean that he was acting like a baby and wanting him to be Dean again and actually having it happen both times wasn't enough to do the trick, this was a whole other kit and caboodle.

"So, I guess I can see why Dean slept with you a while back. You definitely fit his criteria. Although, I am surprised he did the 'wham-bam-thank-you-m'am' with a hooker. Let me tell ya, not his style," Alex continued.

"Excuse me? But I don't think you have a right to judge there missy. I happen to do the job to get by. Paying the bills, rent, gas money, and even car payments. Plus, it's not like you haven't slept with him. I mean, jealous girlfriend much? If you are his girlfriend, I don't see the competition, mainly because you aren't all that good looking to be on the most wanted list," Loraine remarked.

"More like, the most sluttish list," Alex muttered.

"Wanna say that one more time?!"

"Girl, you better think twice before getting in an all out brawl or cat fight with me. Unless you want a black eye, a few bruises, and a broken wrist, then I suggest you keep going," Alex replied.

"Fine. Whore."

"Sam, call the ambulance…at least after I pound her face into the wall," Alex shouted, taking Loraine's head and pulling it towards the ground in front of her, hitting the floor perfectly on the forehead. Sam shot up, immediately getting out of the way, backing up against the wall. If it were normal circumstances, he would no doubt intervene, but this wasn't one of those times. More like, Alex is apart of it, don't do anything or you'll be sorry.

The fight had been going for not even a minute and already there was more damage to Loraine, then there was Alex. Dean walked into the room, to find two girls fighting and rolling around on the floor, pulling hair and everything, while Sam was the innocent bystander.

"What's going on here?" Dean asked, confused as he shut the door behind him.

"Hi Dean. Glad you could make it. Almost done, so hang on a sec," Alex grunted as she shifted into a better position by standing up and pulling her victim along with her.

"Okay," Dean replied with a smile, not quite getting the gist.

"Dean! Do something! Don't just let them carry on with this!" Sam yelled.

"Fine, fine," Dean muttered, going over to the two girls and separating them, at the wrong time too as Alex was going to deliver a punch to Loraine's face. The fist collided with Dean's instead and he stumbled back a bit, hand shooting to the spot where it was sure to bruise.

"You didn't…" he said, glaring at her.

Part of Alex wanted to rush to him to make sure he was all right, but truth be told, he deserved it. And there was no way she was going to not take the credit that was rightfully hers.

"Oh I did Dean. The question is…what are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I am not going to do anything." If anything, she was looking slightly forward to a fight with Dean instead of Loraine, mainly because he could actually put up a good one, other than just let her beat him into a pulp. What she did however, was completely against her nature. She wasn't one to look for fights or pick one, but this in a way was an exception.

Getting into a stance, she swung her leg around to her spot she had aimed for on his body, only to get stopped in mid air by his hands grabbing it and holding it in place.

"Alex, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Fight me. That's not a request, that's an order. I mean I never would've figured that Dean Winchester, of all that is manly and stoic, to back down from a battle. Even one that could be bragging rights that a girl kicked your ass," she replied simply.

"Sam, get her out of here. There is something that needs to be worked out," Dean said, glaring at the female insulter before him.

Sam was quick and rushed both him self and the girl out of the room just as the atmosphere got heavy. Dean let go of Alex's leg, both hunters ensuing their poses.

"So why the need to bring on the challenge Alex? Can't seem to resist me?" he asked cockily as they circled each other in the small motel room.

"You wish lover boy. Let's see what you got."

The elder didn't wait for the first blow, hoping to dodge whatever came his way, thinking that whatever did, he could overcome with ease. He threw back his fist and brought it forward to slam into his intended target, missing by a mere hair as she ducked, placed her hands on his back, and raising her knee into his stomach and rib cage. Air escaped his lungs and mouth as he reconfigured the error of his thoughts and attack.

"Show off," he choked out, shakily getting up while gripping the area he had received the hit.

"Baby, if you can't play the game, then I suggest you don't play at all," she commented.

"Oh, I didn't know we were playing a game. Which one is it? Lucky shot?!"

She rolled her eyes only for a second and that was when he lunged at her. They remained standing up, struggling to get out or maintain the grip. Finally Alex got an idea. It was the oldest trick in her book and she used it whenever she got the chance, or was in need of a little upper hand.

"Ow, ow, ow. Dean you're hurting me. I think I sprained my wrist. It hurts Dean. Stop. Let's not fight anymore. Stop, it really hurts," she whined, gripping her wrist. Dean released his hold on her, suddenly worried that this wasn't the best idea to do that to her. Alex moved her arm to level with the other one once he had done this, and held tightly as she brought her elbow up and into his own.

"Solar Plexus," she said, moving onto the next move; speaking as she went.

"Instep." Foot, slamming down on his.

"Nose." Fist repeating her words.

"Groin!" she exclaimed with a grunt, sending the already balled up fist to come down lower and into his jewels.

Dean immediately dropped to the floor in pain.

"What…the hell…was that?" he breathed.

"S.I.N.G. Something I learned from a cop that I helped out awhile back. Nicest lady too," Alex replied with a smile. Kneeling in front of him to stare as he did the same, she softened up when she shouldn't have. He had obviously seen her movement way before she could catch it her self. One moment she was crouched by him, the next she was rolled over and underneath him. Pinned to the floor.

The two breathed heavily and somewhat erratically as they stayed there, neither one making an attempt to do anything. Alex's blue eyes meeting his green ones, a slight ping of want and need and desire to raise her head to meet his…to place her lips to his own.

"Dean," she said. It was identifiable. The tone of voice she used was that of what she was thinking and feeling and she was worried that he would reject it and make some joke out of it.

'What the hell? Since when do I worry what he's gonna do or say?'

He leaned in and it caused her heart to race in her chest, to the point she felt it was going to bust out or something, or proclaim everything to him and the world.

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect on chicks," he whispered, warm breath brushing against her lips softly as she closed her eyes to savor the moment, wishing for him to just complete his halfhearted attempts and put her out of her misery. She stifled her moan as his breath did it a second time.

Alex was desperate for it to come, but it never did. All that came was the void touch of a human body on top of hers. The warmth, the muscles; Dean, all gone. She opened her eyes and sat up on her elbows, staring at the hunter who was grinning at her reaction to him a few seconds ago.

"If you mean by making them want to puke at such a close proximity, then a little advice Dean…ever heard of personal hygiene and toothpaste?" she remarked. The words held no meaning to her partly. Although, she hated it at times when she tried to be normal, she would shut everything out and make a rude comment to someone.

"Whatever. You ain't all fresh from the pine either princess. I'm gonna hit the shower. I would offer you to join, but I think you'd just hog all the water anyways," he said.

He headed into the bathroom after speaking and left her alone in the room.

"I guess I'll be taking a hose shower tonight," she muttered, walking to her duffel, grabbing a towel and her bathroom supplies before heading outside and to the back of the building, where the green hose rested. The bonus about one of these bathing rituals was that it was in the back of the joint where no one could see you, unless they happened to live in your motel room and decided to be a peeping Tom and glance out the window; then not so much of a luxury.

She stripped down, placing the articles of clothing off to the side and away from where the water stream would be, starting the hose and beginning her shower.

888

Dean had forgotten his towel and clean clothes. So he had to go back into the other room, which meant having to deal with Alex telling him that he was forgetful and blah, blah, blah…but when he entered, he noticed she was not there. Hearing a noise outside the window, he moved over to it to see what was going on.

There was Alex, au natural, in the backyard of the place, just taking a hose shower, not even bothering about her surroundings.

Now, if Sam were here, he would tell Dean to stop doing what he was doing, but he wasn't. From what he could see, since she was facing sideways, a bit with her back mostly facing him, he found that in all reality, the woman was actually quite beautiful. Sure a little scarred here and there, but what hunter wasn't? There was a huge line running from her left shoulder blade, to the spot just above her right cheek on her lower back.

'Wonder how she got that…' he thought. If anything, Alex was more petite and perfectly proportioned all throughout her body, then she let on.

'Seems my type most definitely. Dude! What are you thinking?! It's Alex! As in…Alex! Her! Other girls…her. Choose the first and skip the latter. She isn't all that. You hate her. Despise her. Let some other poor sap take Alex and have to deal with all those problems. But, she's more of a danger to herself than most and that guy wouldn't help her or let alone want to deal with her. You may hate her Dean, but in all honesty, she needs you and Sam. Sam may say that you make it obvious, well the thing you need to do is to not do that. You need a bar, heavy liquor and lots of delicacies, ranging from all different genres and backgrounds. Time to party, you animal you!'

He shook his head. He really needed to stop talking to him self inside his own mind. What startled him most was, that when his eyes averted back to the image outside, it met with Alex's blue, furious ones that spoke threats and sent the dead packing back to their graves and hell, to escape it.

"Dean! You are such a perv!" she yelled. Dean let the curtains fall back to cover the window and Alex, quickly rushing to gather his stuff and running into the bathroom just as Alex stormed inside wearing her towel and scouring the room for Dean.

"You may be able to hide now, but when Sam gets back, you'll have to come out. And when you do, you are so getting it Mr.!"

"Is that a promise?" he asked with a dirty grin, even though she couldn't see it, he knew she knew he was doing it.

"More like a goal!" she replied.