Author's Note: I'm sorry for the long wait. I hope you all enjoy.

I do not own Supernatural or any original characters found there in. Alex and the Mayfair mythology are my own.

Chapter 14

It had been nearly a week since the Devil's Gate had been open, and there hard hardly been a peep. Thousands of demon's had been let loose and none were showing their face. All was quiet on the demon front as Alex poured over a book in her hotel room. She and Sam had spent nearly every waking moment trying to find a way to get Dean out of his deal, but they hadn't found anything. She was just starting her third book of the day when she heard a knock at the door.

"Hey Sam."

"Hey," he replied. "Mind if I come in for a while. Dean's uh… got company.

"Again?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah."

Sam gave a nervous little chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck with his right hand as he waits for Alex to move. She does not simply move aside to let him in however.

"Let's get out of here," she suggests. "I really don't want to listen to the sounds of Dean Winchester again."

"Agreed."

Alex grabs her room key and locks the door as they leave. The boy's room was right next door to her own. As they passed by, Dean gave them a little wink before shutting the white gossamer curtains to give himself and his guest some privacy.

Sam just shook his head as they continue to walk towards the country bar across the street.

He took another sip of his beer as he watched her dancing with the others. Alex was trying to line dance to an old country song and laughing at her failure. Nobody around her seemed to mind either. They just talked her through it and encouraged her as she continued to try.

The sound of her laughter and the way her smile lite up her face is what held Sam's attention. She had never looked more beautiful to him. Feeling eyes on her, Alex looked up and locked eyes with Sam. He gave her a small smile. Her own grew wider before she made her way from the dance floor and over to him.

"Come on," said Alex and she grabbed his hand and started to pull him to the dance floor.

"Oh no," said Sam with a panicked look on his face. "I don't dance."

"Oh lighten up Winchester. Live a little."

Alex knew that he had given in by the way he sighed as he sat his beer down. Her smile grew even bigger as she pulled him onto the floor. They had just gotten into position when the upbeat tune turned into a slow love song.

They both just stood there looking at each other. Neither said a word as the first verse began. They only stared at each other. Alex did not take her eyes from his as she slowly reached out and took his hand in hers. Sam gulped as she placed her other hand on his shoulder.

As they began to sway back and forth, he pulled her a little closer. The words to the song start to flow over them, bringing them closer together.

This song is perfect, thought Alex. I do need Sam. I don't know what I would do if I lost him again.

Sam's mind was filled with similar thoughts. When Alex placed her head on his shoulder, he couldn't help but pull her body flush against his and place their joined hands over his heart. You're amazing; he thought as he lowered his head and leaned it against hers.

Slowly they began to pull away ever so slightly, each looked deeply into the other's eyes. His gaze dropped to her lips for an instant before going back to her blue-gray eyes. She went up on her toes. He lowered his head. Both closed their eyes as they felt the others breath upon their face. Their lips were practically touching when the sound of Alex's phone broke the spell the song had woven around them.

Quickly they pulled apart. Alex maked an apologetic face as she reached into the pocket of her jeans to retrieve her phone.

"It's Bobby," she says. "I'm gunna go take this."

"Yeah sure."

Sam ran a hand down his face as he watched her walk away.

"Hey Bobby," says Alex as she exited the bar.

"Hey babygirl. You still buried in that damned book?"

"No. Sam and I are actually taking a break."

"How are Bevis and Butthead?"

"Good. Dean is sewing his wild oats, and Sam and I were dancing until you called," she said with a hint of frustration.

"Dancing? Sam?"

"Never mind that. What's up Bobby?"

"Well you better pack your duds. I think we've finally got a lead on all those demons that got out when the Gate opened."

"We're on our way."

Alex shut the phone quickly and went to collect Sam. She filled him in on what Bobby had told her as they walked back towards the motel. They were about to enter her room when Sam suddenly stopped.

"You go ahead and get your stuff together," he said. "I'll go tell Dean."

She realized what he was going to do about a second too late. She tried to warn him, but he opened the door before she could get the words all the way out.

He opened the door slowly and called his brother's name. She heard him say "Oh god" before quickly shutting the door. The wide eye look of shock and horror on his face sent her into pearls of outrageous laughter. The laughs were so hard that she actually doubled over.

"Shut up Alex."

The Impala flew over the hill and landed roughly. Dean just laughed as his baby roared down the road. The other occupants in the car were not as happy.

"God Dean," cried Alex from the back seat. "You trying to kill us."

"Aww you're alright. My baby won't let anything happen to you."

Alex just rolled her eyes and leaned back against the seat.

"Alex can I borrow your knife?" asked Sam with a pained expression on his face.

She started to reach into her boot to pull out the bladed weapon.

"Sure I guess. What do you need it for?"

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

Alex stopped retrieving the knife and slide her pants leg back down over the top of her Doc Martins.

"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam," said the older Winchester.

"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean."

Dean chuckled as he slapped Sam on the thigh. Alex couldn't help but laugh a little herself.

"I tried to warn you, but you didn't listen."

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the window.

"Thanks for giving me time with the double mint twins. I appreciate it. They really dug the tattoo by the way. You know that wasn't a half bad idea Alex. Still hurts though."

"Oh quit whining you big baby," she said with a mocking smile as she mimicked his voice.

Bobby was waiting for them outside the farm house when they arrived. The trio exited the car and instantly heard cicadas off in the distance.

"That can't be a good sign," Dean said.

"No. No, it can't," Sam replied.

Bobby greeted them with a smile. Alex came over and gave him a hug in greeting.

"Hey darling," he said before turning his attention to Dean. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?"

"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol."

Alex's mouth went into a hard line at his words. For the past week anytime he had wanted anything, that had been his excuse. Sam was bending over backwards at his brother's manipulations, and she had had just about enough of it. She was just about to say something until Sam spoke first.

"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?"

"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero."

The hunters made their way up to the house and knocked on the door. Dean bellowed into the house, but there was no answer. He quickly picked the lock and they all entered the house. It was quickly agreed that they should split up the search to cover more ground. Bobby moved up the stairs. The boys split the front of the house, and Alex was to explore the back yard. A hand on her arm stopped her as she began to move towards the back of the house. She looked down at the hand and followed the arm up to Sam's face. He gave her a look that said to be careful. She nodded with a small smile and continued on her journey.

Alex glanced into the rooms as she passed them. Her hand was on the handle of the back door when she heard what sounded like a muffled cry coming from a room to her left. The back yard forgotten, Alex raised her gun to eye level and slowly moved towards the source of the voice. She placed her back up against the closed door and took a calming breath as she shut her eyes in an attempt to force her muscles to relax.

The door banged off of the wall as she burst into the room. The smell of decomposing flesh rushed into her nose. A family of corpses sat watching the television. Her eyes went wide as she took it all in.

"Oh god!" she cried.

The smell was quickly becoming too much for her. Alex covered her mouth with her hand as she backed out of the room. Vomit was trying to work its way up her throat. She doubled over and tried to take deep breaths to get the sickening feeling in her stomach to stop.

Sam was searching a room at the front of the house when he heard Alex cry out. Panic began to take hold in his chest as he raced out of the room. Dean met him in the hall.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied. "It was Alex."

The brothers quickly moved towards the back of the house and spotted Alex leaning against the wall for support as she struggled for breath. Sam quickly rushed to her side.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She could only nod for fear that if she opened her mouth she would vomit.

"What is it?"

She pointed to the room with the family. Dean moved past them to investigate the room. Sam held Alex's face in his hands as he looked her over to ensure she was alright. Once he was convinced she was alright he moved to join his brother.

Bobby, also drawn by Alex's screams, burst into the room from another door. The hunters examined the room. They were checking the room for sulfur when Alex reentered.

"You sure you're okay?" Sam asks as he moves to her side.

"Yeah," she said with a nod. "I just didn't want to throw up."

They continue to look over the room until Dean heard a noise out front. He slowly made his way out onto the porch to investigate. Seeing nothing at first, he raised his gun and went to move around the corner. A man holding a shotgun took him by surprise and knocked him to the ground with the butt of his gun.

"What was that?" Alex asked when she heard the sound of something falling onto the porch outside.

Sam looked around and noticed that his brother was missing.

"Where's Dean?"

Bobby quickly suggested that they split up and come around the porch from opposite directions. Sam and Alex came around the corner and saw a black man and woman standing over Dean as he lay on the ground. The man began to raise his gun to lower a final blow to Dean's head.

"Drop it!" Sam and Alex said in unison.

The man did not lower the gun. He just trained it on the pair as he spun around. Tension mounted as both pairs stared each other down. Alex relaxed a little when she saw Bobby come up behind Dean's assailants, but he did not react the way she expected. Instead of training his weapon on them he actually lowered it.

Bobby instantly recognized the two hunters when he came around the corner.

"Isaac? Tamara?"

They quickly turned. A smile formed on the woman's face as she spoke.

"Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same."

Isaac lowered his gun as he greeted the grizzled old hunter. Sam and Alex just looked at each other in confusion as they lowered their weapons. Neither of them knew who these two individuals were, but Bobby seemed to. That meant that they had to be hunters, and if Bobby trusted them that was good enough.

Alex watched as Isaac and Tamara bantered back and forth. It was cute the way they picked on each other. The fact that people could actually stay together gave her hope. Her eyes drifted over to Sam. A small smile formed on her face. Maybe there could be a future after all.

Sam chuckled. These hunters had obviously been together for a while. He couldn't help but wonder how they made it work.

"So, how long have you two been married?" Sam asked.

Tamara smiled as she said, "Eight years this past June."

Isaac took his wife's hand and smiled at her as he spoke.

"The family that slays together..."

"Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?"

There was an awkward silence as the couple just looked at each other and then the floor. Sam immediately felt guilty for asking.

"Oh, you know... I'm sorry. It's not . . . that's none of my business."

"It's . . . it's all right," Tamara said.

Dean finished his phone conversation and came over to join the others.

"That was the coroner's tech," he said. "Get this . . . that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

"But that doesn't make and sense," said Alex. "They had a fully stocked kitchen just around the corner. Why would anyone do that?"

"Demon attack?" Sam asked.

Bobby thought for a moment the replied, "If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty."

"Well, what now? What should we do?" asked Dean.

"Uh, we're not gunna do anything."

Alex was a little taken aback by his statement

"Why?" she asked. "We can cover more ground that way. It will make it easier on all of us."

"We don't play well with others," Isaac said. A look of hatred came over his face, and his voice dripped with disdain as he continued. "Besides, we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."

Rage boiled in the pit of Alex's stomach. How dare he. She started to move towards him, but Sam extended an arm to stop her.

Tamara walked over to her husband.

"Isaac," she said in an admonishing tone. "Like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."

Alex pushed past Sam.

"Why you son of a…"

She raised her clenched fist prepared to strike. Sam and Dean jumped to their feet. Each got a hold of one of her arms and held her back. The rage on her face said more than her words ever could.

"All right that's enough," said Bobby.

"I agree," said Tamara. "That's quite enough testosterone for now."

Isaac picked up their things and stormed off. Tamara made her apologizes and told Alex and the boys that it was lovely meeting them before following her husband.

Sam watched as police carried the woman away. She had been killed earlier that day, and they were pretty sure that it was related to the family they had found.

Dean was inside talking to a witness. When Sam heard the bull he was feeding her he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He loved his brother, but sometimes Dean could be very full of it. He cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence. Dean looked at his brother briefly before turning back to the blonde woman before him. saying farewell.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"I'm comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?" Dean replied.

"Working. Dead body, possible demon attack . . . that kind of stuff."

Dean started couching pathetically as he continued, "Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and...got to make every second count."

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean had been laying it on thick lately and it was starting to get on his nerves. He was about to say something when he heard a woman say, "Drop it Dean." He turned around as saw Alex in a suit and high heels with Bobby beside her just as dressed up. His mouth hung open slightly as he took in the sight before him. He had never seen her look like this. She was beautiful. There was no denying that, but the dark blue pinstriped suit accentuated her curves. The shoes made her legs look even longer, and the small amount of make-up around her eyes made them look bluer than normal. She was breath taking. He hardly heard a word Bobby said as he told them about the woman being killed simply because another desired her shoes.

"Sam," said Bobby, "what do you think?"

He was stunned. He hadn't even heard the question.

"About?"

"About wither or not a demon is involved."

"Could be. There's no sulfur or anything though."

"Well, maybe something," said Dean as he inclined his head to the security camera in the ceiling. "See? I'm working."

They all huddled around the screen watching the footage. They watched as a man placed his hand on the woman's shoulder and seemed to entice her to go after the shoes.

"Think that could be our guy?" Alex asked.

"I don't know maybe," said Sam.

"Can you print out the image?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'll take it around town and see what I can find. I'm already all dressed up so I might as well."

Alex strode confidently down the street looking for a good place to start her investigation. A feeling of unease suddenly came over her. She felt like she was being watched, followed. Slowing down or stopping might give me away. She kept moving and looked around as casually as possible to find a way to watch her back. That's when she noticed the reflections in the shop windows.

The windows were acting as a mirror. She quickly decided to use those to help her find out if she was in fact being followed. She kept adjusting her pace to see if she noticed anything. Only one person stood out to her. A blonde woman seemed to be matching her perfectly. At one point, Alex even stopped and pretended to examine the display in a shop window. The woman stopped as well and continued to watch Alex. Alex took a few more steps before quickly turning around.

When she turned the woman was gone.

Who was that?

Bobby, Dean, and Alex waited patiently outside the old back roads bar for Sam to show up. They had been there quite some time already, and they were all getting tired of just sitting.

"What time is it?" asked Bobby.

Dean glanced down at his watch and answered, "Seven past midnight."

"You sure this is the right place, Alex?"

She has spent all day walking around town showing people the photo they took from the security tape. The heels she had worn were not the best choice of footwear for the mission. They hurt like hell, and the balls were a little swollen inside her beloved combat boots.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Where's Sam?"

A loud bang from the outside of the car startled everyone, causing them to jump. When they turned and looked they saw Sam staring in at Dean with a huge smile on his face. He quickly opened the door and pushed his older brother's seat forward causing Dean to grunt. Sam took his place in the back next to Alex and smile at her in greeting.

"That's not funny!" Dean said.

Alex chuckle, "Yes it was."

"Anyway," Sam said, "our John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."

Alex immediately put two and two together. "That's when the Devil's Gate opened."

"Think he's possessed," asked Bobby.

"It's a good bet. So what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"

"Those demons that got out at the gate . . . they're gunna do all kinds of things we haven't seen."

"You mean the demons we let out?"

Alex sighed and placed her hand on Sam's knee. "Sam…"

He had been blaming himself for everything that happened that night. In his mind, if he had just killed Jake in the beginning none of this would have happened. He never would have died, so Dean would have no deal, and the Gate would have stayed closed.

Sam watched as Alex slowly raised her eyes to his face and opens her mouth as if to speak, but she stopped. Her eyes suddenly snap from his face to the window.

"What is it?" he asked

She pointed. The other hunters in the car turned towards the direction of her gesture and see the man they have been waiting for walk into the bar. Dean quickly moved to exit the car and had the door open when Bobby's words stopped him.

"Wait."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."

"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?"

"We're no good dead! And we're not gunna make a move until we know what the score is."

As the argument continued on in the front seat, Sam looked over and noticed Tamara and Isaac going into the bar. Waiting it out was no longer an option. Silence fell over the car as the group watched their fellow hunters go behind enemy lines.

Alex shattered the silence, "We can't let them go in there alone. They'll be slaughtered!"

"She's right," backed Sam. "We've got to help them out."

Bobby gave a reluctant sigh before reaching for the door handle. Dean quickly followed suit and began running for the bar door. Sam called out to his brother to try and stop him, but the older Winchester wouldn't listen.

"Damn it," Bobby said as he slammed the truck closed.

He quickly tossed the others flasks of holly water before they all started after Dean. When they reached his side he was frantically pulling on the door.

"It's locked!"

Bobby and Sam started helping Dean try to break the door down while Alex looked around for another way in. When she looked through the window she could clearly see the demon's surrounding their comrades.

"Guys we've gotta move fast."

"It won't budge!" Sam yelled.

She looked around briefly until her eyes feel on the old car they had all been sitting in just minutes before.

"I've got an idea."

Tamara watched in horror as the demons move in on her husband. A demon handed him a large container of drain cleaner and urges him to drink. She could do nothing but scream for him to stop as he downed the poisonous liquid. Blood begins to poor from his lips as he falls to the floor. Her screams were drowned out by the laughter of the demons that were now starting focus on her.

Bobby's car crashes through the side of the bar. The hunters leap from the car, throwing buckets of holy water on their enemies as to move toward Tamara. Sam grabbed her and pulled her toward the car. Alex pulled her into the back seat as Sam and Bobby follow suit. Dean made no move towards the car. He just continued to fight.

Sam turned and frantically started yelling at his brother, "Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!"

Dean ignored the please coming from behind him and continued to fight.

"Dean, come on!"

He fought a moment longer before grabbing the demon they had followed here and pulling him towards the car. The trunk flew open for its cargo. The demon looked up and screamed in terror when he saw the symbol above him as Dean slammed the trunk closed and hopped in the car, screaming for Bobby to go.

Tamara continued on in hysterics as they speed away. The thrashing in the back seat was causing Sam and Alex to cover themselves for fear of flying elbows. Alex kept trying to grab one of her arms whenever it flew by her, but was having no luck. Finally Sam was able to get a hold of her long enough for Alex to place a hand gently on her arm.

The hysterical hunter quickly calmed. Her screams of anguish transforming into quiet tears of pain as they drove to safety.

Anyone within a half a mile would have been able to hear the yelling coming from inside the run down old house. The fight had started a few minutes ago and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Tamara was insisting that they go back for her husband, but Sam and Alex were doing everything they could to stop her as Dean listened from his seat in the corner.

"I'll go with her," Dean said after nearly 10 minutes.

Sam stood in open mouth wonder at his brother. "It's suicide, Dean!"

"So what? I'm dead already!"

Alex had had it. She marched forward and punched Dean square in the mouth as she yelled, "How dare you! All you have done for the past few days is use your deal as an excuse for everything. What do you think that does to the rest of us hu?"

Dean slowly straightened as he wiped the blood from his lip, eyes wide at her sudden outburst as she shoved him on the shoulder.

"You think it's helping anybody? Do you honestly think it doesn't hurt Sam, or me, or hell even Bobby when you go on and on like that? Huh? Do you? We're trying to help you Dean!"

Sam came up behind her and tried to pull her away from his brother. Nobody had ever heard the young hunter lose her temper like that before, and frankly it was scaring them.

"We don't even know how many of them there are," said Sam.

Bobby entered from the other room with book in hand as he spoke, "Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"

"No. Who?" Dean asked.

"The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!"

Alex's eyes went wide as what Bobby said began to sink in and whispered, "Oh my god."

Frustration caused all of Alex's muscles to tighten. She had been trying to recreate the light circle from the cemetery ever since Tamara had exorcised Envy. He had told her that even she was not without flaw, and right now that was ringing more true than usual. For the life of her she could not remember the incantation. Come on Alex. You pulled it out of nowhere once. Now do it again.

Slowly, Sam entered from the living room and watched as Alex grunted in frustration.

"No luck?" he asked.

"No," she replied with a sigh. "I've been trying for almost an hour, and I got bubkiss."

He placed a hand, gently; on her arm in an attempt to sooth her. She would get it eventually. Of that he was certain, but there was no way she would get anywhere if she tried to force it. It had just come to her once. It would do so again. Sam pulled her into a gently hug as he told her so.

Alex returned the hug gladly and drank in the comfort he offered. The lights suddenly started to flicker and the old radio in the other room came on. She pulled back and looked Sam in the eye.

"Show time."

Without hesitation he leaned in a planted a sweet, sudden kiss on her lips. As he pulled back he said, "Just incase."

She stood unblinking as what happened began to sink in. A small smile formed on her face as she moved to take her spot at the back of the house.

The demon entered through the back door and advanced on Alex. She pulled farther into the room, buying her time until he entered the trap. Suddenly the demon stopped and looked to the ceiling and the Key of Solomon painted there. A wicked smile spread across his face as his eyes zoned in on Alex.

Fear began to take over her mind when she realized the trap and failed. The demon raised his hand as if to push her back, but nothing happened. Confused, he looked at his hand and tried again. Nothing happened.

"It's you," he said. "You're the..."

Light began to emit from his body as he went rigged. The sound of tearing flesh could be heard as he fell to floor dead. Alex looked on in confusion as his falling body reviled a blonde woman holding a bloody knife.

"How did you do that?"

"Doesn't matter," the woman said. "What does matter is that if we don't get up those stairs fast your boyfriend is going to be in a lot of trouble."

Alex's feet were moving before her mind could even send the signal to her mouth to utter one word.

"Sam."

Demons held Sam down as he struggled for freedom, a blade at his throat. The sight of this caused panic to grip Alex's heart when she reached the doorway.

"Sam!"

The demon holding the blade turned at the sound of her voice. He pulled the blade from Sam's throat and moved towards her. The absence of the blade gave Sam the opening he needed. With all his strength, he pulled an arm free and began to fight the demons holding him.

Alex ducked as the blade whizzed by her head. The demon turned, and Alex prepared to square off with him again. Fire and light erupted from him as the woman from before stabbed him in the back. They quickly moved to help Sam and made quick work of the others.

Sam was so wrapped in the fight that when he bumped into Alex he turned with his fist raised. Relief filled them both as the saw the other unharmed. He quickly pulled her to him in a crushing hug.

"You're welcome," they hear someone say.

Sam releases Alex from the hug and turned his eyes on the blonde woman with the demon killing knife.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the girl that just saved your ass," she replied, "See you two around."

As she left the room, the hunters looked at each other in confusion. Neither sure what had just happened.

Bobby, Dean and Sam piled the bodies of the dead for burning. Tamara had already left that morning. Now it was just clean up. Alex stumbled out from the house. Her legs felt like they were full of lead and her head full of fluff. It had been a long night, and it showed.

Sam turned at the sound of Alex's footfalls. His brow knit in concern as he saw the haggard look on her face.

"You okay?" he asked as he placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side.

She just nodded as she leaned into him, exhaustion sinking in.

Dean, never short of a comment, said, "Well, you look like hell warmed over."

Alex lifted her tired eyes to his face.

"You try exorcising all night and see how great you look jackass."

Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.

"You can sleep in the car okay?" said Sam.

She nodded.

"I promise I'll make sure Dean keeps it down."

She smiled as she sank back into Sam for a moment before a thought occurred to her. "Bobby, what kind of a knife can kill a demon?"

"Yesterday I would have said there was no such thing."

They said their good-byes to Bobby after burning the bodies. Alex was still leaning heavily on Sam as they made their way to the car. The boys were talking about where they were headed next. Sam wanted to take Dean to Louisiana in hopes of breaking the deal, but Dean seemed determined to do all he could to keep the deal intact. Sam had had enough. The movement away from Alex and towards his brother was so fast that it nearly caused her to fall.

"You know what? I've had it," said Sam in anger. "We've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore.I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. Alex spends every spare moment researching, trying to find a way to get you and of this, and you act like she's wasting her time. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what's it like, Dean?"

Dean had been dreading this moment. He hoped against hope that his brother would drop it, but when he saw the pleading look in his puppy dog eyes he knew he had to tell him.

"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die."

Those words broke Alex from her sleep deprived haze. She quickly move to Sam's side and wrapped her arms around his waist. I've got to find a way to break this. I've just got to.

Weariness had worked it's way into her bones as she slowly opened the door to her room. Without even turning on a light or looking around, Alex just fell on the bed.

"Getting careless aren't me?"

Alex pulled the gun from the small of her back as she shot up. Eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and spotted the blonde woman leaning against the wall at the far corner of the room.

"Who are you?" demanded Alex.

"My name's Ruby."

"What do you want?"

"To help you."

Alex relaxed her aim ever so slightly. This woman had come out of nowhere to save her life, but the suspicion would not release its hold.

"Help me with what?"

"You want to get Dean out of his deal. I can show you how."

Her eyes went wide. How does she know about that?

"I've been researching for days and haven't found anything. How can you possibly know how to end it?"

The blonde close her eyes and dipped her head ever so slightly. When she raised her eyes they were the coal black of a demon's. Alex backed into the nightstand, causing the lamp to crash to the floor loudly.

"You're a demon."

Ruby had no intention of hurting her. She made that clear. It was not going to be easy to get Alex to trust her, but if she could, she would show her things she never thought imaginable.

The sound of glass breaking in the next room caught Sam's attention. He quickly walked over to the adjoining door. When Alex joined them, they had agreed that they would always get rooms with an adjoining door and keep it unlocked in case of emergency. The knob was unyielding in his hand. The door was locked. For all he knew that crash could mean that Alex was hurt.

Dean saw his brother's panicked face.

Dean asked, "Dude what's wrong?"

"It's locked!" Sam said.

He pounded loudly on the door.

"Alex!"

He tried to break it open with his shoulder to no avail. Taking a step back, he raised his leg and kicked the door in the same way he had a million times. The wood splintered as it crashed open. Alex stood on the other side, staring at the blonde woman who had killed the demon's the night before.

"Think about what I said," he heard her say. "I'll be in touch."

The woman slowly walked past a stunned looking Alex and left the motel. Sam ran to Alex's side and started checking her for wounds. The source of the crash lay on the floor next to her feet.

"Who was that?"

"Ruby," she said in shock. "She said she could help us break Dean's deal."

Sam stopped cold.

"How? How did she even know?"

Alex just stared at the closed door the woman had walked through seconds before.

"She's a demon. . . a demon that wants to help us."

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