Dean had a lot of vices that Alice accepted, mostly because she shared many of the same 'flaws'. He was taken to drinking, liked his music loud and obnoxious, and enjoyed killing things way more than was probably considered healthy. In truth, Alice didn't actually consider any of these things negative, but that was her opinion against the worlds.

The one thing about Dean that drove her mad, however, was his flirting.

Alice didn't have much use for flirting, even between her and Dean. She would never admit it to anyone, least of all Dean, but he made her uncomfortable when he tried to flirt with her. She felt like she couldn't come up with a good response quickly enough, and in any case preferred to get right to the point. Dean claimed that Alice flirted with him all the time, and she decided long ago that her supposed flirting episodes must come about only when she was black-out drunk.

What really drove her batshit up the belfry, however, was when Dean flirted with other women.

Which was all the time.

It must have been hardcoded into his DNA. The easiest smile you ever saw, words that flowed like honey, and eyes that seeped suggestion. It was as natural as breathing for him, and he never seemed to notice that it left Alice with the ardent desire to pummel something.

Of course, Alice had to admit that his silver tongue had its uses.

"That's a very interesting ring," Dean said. He, Sam and Alice crowded a porch belonging to a woman named Valerie Matchosk. Sam held open a travelling jewelry display case, while Alice lurked behind them.

"Thank you," Valerie replied happily. "It's been in the family forever."

"Wedding band?" Dean questioned.

"Actually, no," Valerie told him.

Alice grit her teeth at the woman's tone, slinking back to stand behind Sam as she fought the urge to knock some of Valerie's teeth out.

"There's a surprise," Dean chuckled. "Pretty thing like you, I would have imagined someone already would have made a move."

Valerie giggled like a little girl, and Alice's eye twitched. Sam glanced over his shoulder, and Alice could tell he was struggling not to laugh at her. She shot him the dirtiest look she could, and stuffed her fingers into her ears unashamedly.

Alice stared stonily at Dean's back, putting the world on mute until he finally turned, holding up the woman's ring triumphantly. Alice pulled her fingers out of her ears, grimacing at the pop that followed the action.

"- spiel about fixing the setting," Dean was telling Sam. Behind him, the door was closed, and Valerie out of sight.

"Poor girl," Sam commented as they walked back to the Impala. "She's gonna be devastated when you don't bring that ring back Wednesday."

"She'll be more devastated if she gets the thing back and ends up dead," Dean commented. The ring was cursed, and it was the entire reason they were in town.

"Oh, she'll be devastated, but not because she doesn't get the ring back," Alice said icily.

Dean raised his eyebrows in silent question, but Alice just shook her head.

"Let's melt this thing down before it causes any more trouble," she growled.