A/N: Sorry! Sorry for having it be a long wait for this chapter. I got sick on Saturday and am still sick. But don't worry, I am on break from school…at least till Monday and I will be writing more of this story over the weekend. Plus, I am getting better! YAY! Please enjoy, and this chapter is full of surprises you all will be happy to read. :D
'Why did this have to be so easy?' she thought. One single step inside, and the next moment, Alex was heading straight for that bar to order up a good line of shots to down.
"What's gotten into her?" Dean asked curiously, his eyebrows rising up as he watched the hunter put alcohol in her system.
"Do not know," Sam replied, also stunned.
Dean told his brother to find a booth in back, before joining Alex at the bar.
"You know, you should really try those purple nurples," he suggested, leaning on his right side to face Alex, as she gulped another shot of tequila.
"Sounds good," she said with a grin, "Hey bartender! Give everyone a shot of purple nurples will ya? This guy here is willing to pay for it!" The whole bar crowd turned their heads to the sound of a free drink, and roared with happiness.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean snapped worriedly at her, grabbing hold of her upper arm tightly.
"Letting loose Dean. By the way, thanks for the drink," she replied with a wink, shrugging out of his grip and walking away into a crowd of men.
Problem was, Dean should've known at this moment in time, that this would only be the beginning to his torture.
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Pounding. Typing. The noises crashed into Alex's skull from the hangover she was having from last night.
"Never again. I repeat! Worst idea of the millennium!" she exclaimed, slamming her forehead onto the diner's tabletop and groaning as she did so.
"Don't do that Alex. It will only make it worse," Sam said, continuing his search on his laptop that he just had to bring with him.
"Oh Sam, but it feels so good," Alex remarked sarcastically, bringing her head back up and resting her chin on her now folded arms on the table.
Slowly, she let her eyes shift over to the hunter beside her. The one and only who decided to block her means of escape. Dean. He was stuffing his face with pancakes, sausage and eggs and the sight was making both Alex and Sam sick to look at.
"Dean, could you be anymore--," Sam began, staring at the piece of pancake hanging from his brother's mouth.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Repulsive?" Alex offered; reaching up to take away the morsel and place it on the elder's plate disgustedly.
Maybe it wasn't enough trying to make him presentable in public, but at least she had to try with getting his face cleaned up. Dean glanced down at the piece that Alex put down and stabbed it with his fork, bringing it back up and into his mouth.
"Gross…" she stated.
"If you don't like it, then don't look," Dean snapped, careful to not spill out the contents shoved in his cheek.
'He can be so rude,' she thought, before an idea struck her. Alex grinned and sat up straight, removing any signs that she had ever had a hangover and immediately switched into flirtatious mode.
Her hand grabbed one of the sausages on his platter, making Dean angry and turn on her with a glare.
"Give me back the pork," he demanded.
"Make me," she replied with a grin, taking a bite off the tip of it and cocking her head to the side. Dean glowered at her, placing his utensil down and shifting to get a better angle at the thief. He made a move for it, but missed as she dodged it to the right. Before he made another move though, he felt something on his thigh.
Looking down, there he found Alex's hand, running up and down the denim. Transfixed by the motions and that dirty grin plastered on her face, he couldn't help but feel turned on.
"What was that Dean?" Alex asked. He didn't even realize he has spoken, actually he hadn't, but he did make a semi loud groan.
"Dude, are you okay?" Sam asked, staring at Dean worriedly.
"M'fine," Dean replied, "In fact…"
Alex didn't expect this. One moment she had the sausage in her mouth, the next, Dean was on top of her, pinning her to the booth seat.
"I believe that's mine," he said, bending down and taking the meat into his mouth until his lips met where hers were. This was unbelievable.
'Is he kissing me while this is in my mouth? While eating it?' she thought, but her thoughts were cut short as she stifled a moan in her throat at the taste of not only the sausage, but him inside her mouth. Their tongues roamed each other's and savored the aroma, as they begged to discover every destination on the map.
Just as quickly as it had happened, Dean separated from her and was back into his sitting position. Alex was breathless and could've sworn the world had tilted and done a complete 180.
"You gonna just lay there the whole time, or do we have to wait to go the motel room?" Dean asked. She looked to find both of the brother's standing up and looking back at her.
"Y-yeah," Alex stuttered, getting up and following after. Dean never thought that his plan would have such an effect on Alex, but then again, he didn't expect to have enjoyed it so much himself.
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'That was mind blowing. No. It was phenomenal! Best kiss I have ever had…if you can even…hell yeah, you can call that a kiss,' Alex thought. She just couldn't get over what had happened. Her thoughts and eyes were clouded with the image. Never had she imagined that food could make anything like that, better than humanly possible. But now she believed it a hundred percent.
Slumping into the Impala's backseat, she tried to mentally take herself out of perpetual bliss. Or was it more like personal hell? Alex knew that she didn't like Dean, so why was she all over him as if she did? Just as she escaped her reverie, it seemed impossible now to ever fully divorce her mind from it, since Dean just had to switch the song.
"I can't stop this feelin'. Deep inside of me. Girl you just don't realize. What you do to me," Dean sang.
'Of all songs, it has to be Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede?'
It was as if Dean was enjoying her pain. Which was downright wrong. How did the tables turn on her? She had him, she knew she did and then he had to go and do that whole sausage and the grin, and the kiss…
'I'm getting dizzy.' Alex couldn't handle this anymore. What she did, probably wasn't the smartest thing, considering, Dean and his attachment to his radio. She reached in front and turned it off, satisfied with the silence.
"What the hell? You can't just touch the dial whenever you feel like it Alex. Driver picks the music, backseat passenger and shotgun, shuts their cakehole," Dean commented, pressing the button to turn it back on, only to get his hand smacked away by Alex's own.
"I got a better idea Dean. How about, passengers get to relax for once, while driver gets to keep his parts? Sound good? Good," Alex replied smugly.
She situated herself back into a comfortable position, arms crossed, back against seat, and legs sticking up on the headrest of the area in front of her. Just close enough to Dean's face to annoy him.
"Feet off the leather Alex," Dean growled, pushing them off.
"My boots aren't dirty, no harm done." Alex placed her feet where they were before.
"Rules are rules. Don't care if they are mud ridden, or stink free."
"You know what Dean…if you don't want me around all you have to do is say so."
"Fine. Leave! Go! I'll be glad when I don't have to haul your ass everywhere we go, and deal with your feminine products hogging up the bathroom!" Dean exclaimed, pulling the car over to the side of the road.
"Dean," Sam began.
"No it's okay Sam. There's a bar right here, so I'll head back to the motel room when I'm ready. If you so happen to still be there, then I guess I will know that you didn't have the balls to leave me behind Dean," Alex said, getting out of the car and slamming the door, without a glance back as she walked to the bar and inside.
Sam turned to face his brother with a somewhat angry, half confused expression.
"Can you be anymore of a jerk? Whatever happened to the happy-go-chick-chasing Dean I grew up with?" Sam asked.
"You of all people should know by now Sam, that Alex is not a chick. She's evil! The devil I swear! Not only that, but she was being a bitch, so that entitles me to be a jerk to her," Dean replied.
"Yeah and that's listed where in your book? Nowhere. You never acted like this with any other--."
"Which there was no other girl that I have met besides Alex, who is a bitch," Dean finished.
There was silence as Sam glared at his older brother.
"Look, I know you're pissed as hell at me, but hey, we've lived with her how many days? How many weeks? It was just about time that I cracked and that she would leave," Dean explained.
"Just, go in there, fix things with her. We need her as much as she needs us. You both may not be able to see it, but I sure as hell do," Sam ordered, leaning over and opening the driver's side door; pushing Dean out.
"All right! God, who knew you could be so pushy," Dean grumbled, shutting the door and heading in after Alex.
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Smoke. It had invaded Alex's lungs the moment she stepped foot into the joint. Or was it that somebody lit up their joint? Who cares…she wasn't in here to question that. However, she was in here to have a few drinks, have some fun and get her mind off of Dean. Alex's plan to do that included some of the willing men on the dance floor, who looked to be having a night out with friends from college.
"Alex!" she heard someone yell. Rolling her eyes, she continued on through the crowd, ignoring the voice calling her name and the person it was connected to.
"Alex!" Dean yelled, trying to push his way to her.
'What the hell does he want now?' she thought, almost turning around to confront him, only stopping once the song changed from a western, to something more dance club like. Finding one lucky twenty something year old guy, she went right up to him and began to press her body as close as she could get.
Dean's movements came to a halt as his target had veered straight for another person, getting up close and personal.
"Hi," the guy breathed, his hands in the air and watching hungrily as Alex danced against him.
"Hi yourself," Alex grinned, taking hold of his empty hands and placing them on her waist, silently hinting to him that he was allowed to feel, touch and roam as he pleased.
Suddenly, without warning, Alex felt a hand on her arm pulling her back, as her eyes watched helplessly as a fist came shooting past her face and into the man's own before hers.
"Dean! Stop that! He wasn't doing anything!" Alex screamed angrily.
The elder hunter took the man down with only one swing and he swiveled around to grab her arm once again, towing her along with him to the door and into the alley back of the bar.
"You are such an asshole! I can't believe you! You didn't have to hit the guy! Let alone, why were you even in there?! It's not like he was trying to rape me Dean! Goddamn it you make me so angry!" Alex couldn't quite understand why she was so mad at Dean, sure the words seemed right, but it was alien to her. Her mind was speaking for itself at the moment and she didn't want to stop it.
"He was touching what was mine okay! The way he was feeling you up in there, was just sick and twisted! Is that what you were doing to get back at me? Make me jealous? Cause I gotta tell you Alex, it was working all right," Dean yelled back.
'Whoa, what?' Alex thought, stunned. For once, the words wouldn't form, neither would anything form in her mind right now. No thoughts, no actions…just blankness.
"Did you just say…" she began.
"Mine?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, that."
"Alex, I didn't—what I was trying to say was—there really is no excuse that I can tell you right now is there?"
"Not really," Alex replied.
"Good. Just wanted to get the record straight," Dean nodded.
Both hunters stared incredulously at each other. The heat building as they just stood there. Building, rising, burning, itching to be itched, wanting to be set free. Finally, when the two decided to act upon the flames igniting within them…Sam entered.
"There you both are. You've been in there for hours and I'm tired. Let's head back to the motel and get some rest," Sam suggested, not even noticing that he just interrupted a very intense and almost epic moment in history.
"No problem. But um, guys…" Alex stopped.
"What?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean asked, eager to know what she was trying to say.
"When we get there, I call shower," she finished.
'Why didn't you say it? Why didn't you just say what you really wanted to? You wanted to ask the guys if it was okay to get a separate room. Then maybe, if it were manageable, Dean might sneak out of the room and come on over to the one you are staying in. No! What are you thinking?! You don't like him!'
Alex scrunched up her face a bit and then grinned mentally.
'I'm thinking that I like Dean. Stop telling me I don't, because I do. He does like me back. But the only thing is…how can I make what I thought impossible…possible?'