Chapter 14

The door to the motel opened and Sam walked in. He saw Alex sitting on the bed, Dean sitting next to her. She was wrapping a bandage around his arm where she had cut him.

Sam met Dean's gaze. "I take it you're back to normal?"

"What do you think?"

Sam nodded and pushed the door shut before he walked over to the other bed and took a seat. "I guess next time we should check everything out before tackling a case."

"Ya think?" Dean said.

"I think next time you two take on a case, I'm going to help," Alex said. "That way if some thing happens, there will be another person involved, and that way I don't become the victim again."

Dean let his attention go back to her. "I'm sorry. I had no control over what I was doing, and same with what I was saying. I would never want to hurt you on purpose."

"I know. I should apologize, too. I did toss you around like a hacky sack. How's your back, by the way?"

"I'll survive," Dean told her. "Being a telekinetic really comes in handy for you."

"It really does," she agreed.

"So uh…" Sam started. "What now?"

"No clue," Alex said.

"I don't know about you two, but I'm thinking 'bout crashing," Dean said, as he lied down, placing his arms under his head while he closed his eyes.

"That's probably a good idea," Alex said.

"Sleep does sound good right about now," Sam said.

"Then sleep it is," Alex said, as she stood up and grabbed the first aid kit and stuffed it back into Dean's side zipper of his duffel bag, before she walked to the door. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight," Sam and Dean said at the same time.

"'Night,"

They watched as she opened the door, then she closed it behind her.

"You know, I think we're more alike than we think," Dean said, as he looked at his brother.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused.

"You almost wasted Jo when Meg possessed you. I almost wasted Alex because some spirit messed with me."

Sam cringed at the thought of Meg. It had been bugging him ever since it happened. He had killed a man, a hunter. He knew he didn't have any way of stopping it, but he knew that was no excuse. He still killed a man with his own two hands. He watched the light leave the man's eyes as he died. That whole situation has been eating away at him, and he knew no matter how hard he tried to block it out, he couldn't.

"Sorry," Dean said, knowing he brought up a painful subject.

Sam looked at him. "It's fine."

Dean sighed and closed his eyes again.

Sam stood up, and without another word he walked into the bathroom.

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"I'll be back in a bit," Dean told Sam while grabbing his leather jacket off his bed and pulled it on.

"Ok," Sam said.

Dean walked out of the room and to his car.

Dean drove down a road, he glanced around, taking in all of the surrounds. The lake on the right side of him sparkled from the sun shining down on it. He was about to look away when he saw someone standing next to the water. He realized it was Alex from her jacket. She had a large A on the back of it covered in silver glitters. He parked the Impala on the side of the road, shut the engine off, and then climbed out. He headed down the small steep hill that led to the water.

"What're you doing?" he called out to her.

Alex turned around. She smiled. "Just enjoying the sight."

He reached her and stood beside her, his eyes on the clear blue lake. He nodded. "I can see why you'd enjoy it," he looked at her. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all."

They stood there, neither spoke. They listened to the sound of the water moving and birds chirping in the trees above them, and the sound of cars.

Alex lowered herself to the ground, bringing her knees up toward her, and she placed both her arms on them, letting her hands dangle off them. She glanced up at Dean and saw him looking at her before he sat down.

Silence took over for several minutes before Alex spoke up.

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

"Um, what happened between us, back in LA… at my apartment…"

He looked at her curious what she was going to say.

"We were both drunk, and you most likely thought it was me the last time you… but it was my sister. It can't happen again. We can't allow ourselves to get so drunk that we end up sleeping with each other."

Dean nodded. "I agree."

"So, uh… now that we talked a little about this and are in agreement with this, I feel much better."

"So do I."

Alex stood up and brushed off the dirt off her pants. "We should head back to the motel."

Dean nodded and he stood up. "Let's."

They headed to the car and once they got in, they drove back to the motel.

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Sam sat at the small table while Dean sat on the bed. Sam had some paper work he managed to get a hold of that dealt with the fire when Alex was a baby. He held onto one of the papers, his eyes scanning it while he looked over at others to see if there was anything that seemed to stick out to him.

"Ya know, I think Alex would like to know that we're basically reopening the case of that night," Dean said.

"I think it would be better if it's just us right now. I think if she got involved, she might become… obsessed over it," Sam said as he looked over at Dean.

"Yeah, you might be right about that."

Sam looked back at the papers and continued to read them.

"Dean…" Sam spoke up a few minutes later, realizing something while he looked back at Dean. "The demon… it killed both her parents. Alex has an ability… we got a problem on our hands…"

"What kind of problem?" Dean asked confused.

"I'm a special child just like the others. This means Alex is too. She's just as likely to go evil like me."

Dean stared at Sam not saying anything at first. "You're not going evil, and neither is she. I won't allow it to happen."

Sam sighed. "Dean, dad told you that you might have to kill me if you couldn't save me."

"If I can't save you. I'm going to save you, Sam."

"If you can't… you have to do it. You promised," Sam said reminding him of that promise he had made. "And you might have to… kill Alex, as well, Dean."

"Shut up, Sam," Dean spoke tightly. "Nobody is dying."

"You might not have a choice but to kill us."

"I'm not killing anyone. I mean it Sam you and Alex will be fine. "

"You don't know that. You have seen the others, Dean. Webber and Max… they killed people. They're just like us."

"No. You're not like them. There's a difference."

"What difference?"

"You have me. As long as I'm around, you both will be fine."

Sam sighed. "I hope you're right about this."

"I'm always right."

"No you aren't."

"Yeah I am. I'm older."

"That doesn't mean you're always right."

"It totally does."

Sam shook his head. "Whatever."

Dean grinned, and, without another word he grabbed the remote to the TV while Sam went back to reading the paper work.