A dingy bar stood out in the darkness, and Dean was in dire need of a drink. Sam huffed, but Alexa made no complaints.
Maybe this will make more sense if I'm drunk.
The 'Crow Bar' was situated right next to a cheap motel, and Dean hated driving in this windblown, snowstorm darkness. What are we going to do with this chick?
Sam was prying something out of her, but his heart wasn't in it. She eyed him suspiciously, and was probably plotting her escape. It wasn't as if Dean could blame her.
"Beer." Dean grunted to snap Sam out of his query. "Now." he looked back at Alexa. She could pass as normal, a quick smile would get them through the door. Maybe they could get this over with. "You're welcome to get plastered, too."
A flicker of life danced across her eyes as she walked towards the bar. A bottle of scotch would be heaven. Alexa longed for the calm buzz that fell over her after a tall drink.
Sam decided to leave the idiocy to his brother.
I don't care anymore. She could be a puss-spewing mutant and it would not bother me.