A/N: You all will hate me for what I did at the end of this chapter. But I'm sorry. Had to do this. I wanted to get farther into the plot than just keeping it steady with Alex and Dean, even though they are great to focus on, the story just isn't the story, without the whole main idea and the angst and drama.

WARNING: Contains some slight adult matter, but it is not graphic. If it still disturbs you, do NOT read. Also contains heavy language. Thank you and enjoy!

"Go away and don't come back till I wake up!" Alex screamed from underneath the covers. Her eyes were shut tight and she held a firm grip on the sheets over her, that when Sam attempted to pry them over her head, it didn't work.

"We need to talk about this," he urged, not taking heed to the fact that Dean was just stirring.

"Fucking do not Sam!" she replied, snaking one hand out and into a fist, in order to, blindly, make contact with the man's jaw. Missing, he grabbed her free limb and twisted it at an angle where he knew she flipped onto her back and it was resting comfortably in a way.

"Don't even start on that word Alex. Will just bring up a whole other set of trouble," Sam said.

Alex grunted as she struggled to get free, but soon became lax from no longer having energy. He was off her in a second and sitting down regularly on the bed, staring at her and Dean.

"What'd I miss?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes, while Alex sat up, with the covers still disguising the valid parts.

"Caught in the act bro."

"What? I'm innocent I swear! She corrupted me!"

"Did not! It was totally you! What with having to be such a jackass all the time, and then kissing me at the diner awhile back! Nah-uh, all you Winchester," Alex defended.

'This is what I was worried about,' Sam thought. He didn't want things to be this way if they found out he knew they liked each other, or let alone were getting it on, but now that it was starting, he had to stop it.

"Guys. I already knew," he explained. The arguing immediately came to a halt.

"What?" the two said simultaneously.

"Figured it awhile back. Not that hard. Plus, you both find a hard way to mask the whole thing. What with the off clothes and the chocolate that one time, and even the longing looks that you send through your eyes. I can tell. It doesn't take an idiot to," he replied.

"No, but it does take a nosy brother," Dean mumbled.

Sam snapped a glare at the elder hunter just as Alex began to giggle at Dean's words. He then averted it to her, trying to silence them, but it did no good.

"Can we at least, you know, get ourselves ready for the day? I mean, I don't know about you Sammy, but I'll like to just relax for a few more minutes or so," Alex said finally, sighing as she fell backwards onto her pillow and into the mattress.

"Sure. But not too long, otherwise I'm calling in reinforcements," Sam agreed, getting up and leaving.

When he was out of the room, it was then that Dean gave a devilish grin, turning his head to send it to Alex. She stared right back, seemingly intrigued by this new behavior of his.

"Dean, if you dare think about it, I swear--," Alex began.

"Oh, please do swear. I intend that you do," he interrupted. He leaned in, his left hand running slowly underneath the covers till they brushed against warm, soft skin.

'Not now…' she groaned mentally, but her body and voice didn't show what she thought. Her torso arched upwards, while her shoulders dug as far as they could into the bed, letting out a stifled moan from in her throat.

"But Sam…" Alex worried.

"What about him?" Dean asked.

Alex couldn't think clearly anymore, she was about to answer in a way that would make Dean realize the situation at hand, but…god those hands…they were magic. His palm of his hands moved over the side curve to rest onto her stomach, dwindling with the desire to reach higher or either lower places.

"He's here. Well in the other room, and I seriously think—Mmmm," she bit her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back into her head; Dean's hands had gone past the mason Dixon line and there was no coming back.

"You were saying?"

"Sam's going to—Deeeaaan fuck—hear and come running—" she paused to let loose this moan, not caring anymore who was listening or what she was saying, "Christ Dean don't stop."

"That's what I thought," Dean chuckled.

Once he had spoken he didn't waste time to crash his lips to hers, forcing his and her tongue to slip through the crack and accentuate the taste of one another. The musk of Dean, and yet, the innocence of Alex, all released to enjoy.

"Dean? Alex? It's been nearly two hours. What are you two doing in--," Sam sounded through the door that was dividing the hallway and the bedroom. His voice was cut off as Alex screamed out happily when her lips were free from Dean's.

"Oh god. Oh g—just—use a condom and um—clean the um—sorry," Sam said quickly, his footsteps were heard as he practically ran away from the noises.

"Nice job Alex. I couldn't have put it any better than you did," Dean complimented breathlessly.

"Shut the fuck up Dean. Who said you could talk?" Alex growled, her right hand interlacing behind his head and pulling him back down to where her own was.

888

Finally, as if the hunters couldn't tear away from each other the whole day it seemed, they managed to get dressed and head down to the bar with Sam to hang out. They needed a break. A well deserved one. Even if it wasn't from hunting, but from life in general. Which is precisely why Sam was getting annoyed, by being the one in the middle, when all of a sudden, Alex and Dean decided to play footsies.

"That's not Dean's foot Alex," Sam muttered, as he took a swig of his beer. Alex's smile and whispered giggle disappeared once she realized the error of her mistake.

"Sorry Sam," she apologized. He rolled his eyes; he didn't know how many times he had heard her say that in a matter of a few minutes or within the hour.

"Damn it Dean, that ain't Alex's foot either! That's it! I am going outside for some air," Sam exclaimed, slamming his bottle down and violently shimmying out of the booth to storm out of the building.

"You should go and talk to him," Alex suggested.

"Eh, let him blow off steam," Dean ignored.

"Dean…" she warned.

"Fine, fine. I will."

She watched him as he got up and left. It amazed her at how in just getting it all out that, they both physically and mentally liked one another, that she could act just like a normal girl around him. Especially since, he was acting like a regular male would, who was with his girlfriend.

'Girlfriend? I am not his girlfriend. Sure, we did have sex a few times…well more than a few times…we were safe and cautionary. I am not and he isn't my…' she groaned in frustration with her own thoughts, picking up her beer and taking a long drink from it.

The moment happened rather quickly, and normally, the hunter would've picked it up almost instantly, but instead, she was completely oblivious to it. When the bar door had opened and in walked a woman and a man, it spelled unknown trouble.

"You sure this is the right place this time?" Peoria asked.

"Yes. I can smell them. It's as if it's radiating off them and forming a target. They don't even know it either," Rodfeld replied slyly.

"How do we know which one it is?"

"Simple."

Peoria needed no further explanation than that. She knew her husband well enough, that she trusted his theories of hunting down the prize, and then she too, could smell the aroma of the one who withheld so much power it was mouthwatering. Then there it was…as if surrounded in neon lights. One person stood out from the many, causing the couple to grin and then to only have it falter, as they realized what was going on.

"It can't be," Peoria muttered, shaking her head as she stepped back.

"Dead. We saw it happen. There is no way—alive? Not possible. We made sure of it."

Alex's head snapped up immediately at the sound of two familiar voices and heavy presences in the room. When she brought her gaze to where she felt it the strongest, it was then that she let the beer bottle slip from her fingers and to the floor with a loud shattering crash.

"Mom…Dad…"