CHAPTER TWO

Hours later that night, Dean pulled off the highway. They entered a small town called Dubois to get some food and relax for a bit. Dean had been driving for hours and needed to stretch his legs; he was cramped from sitting in the driver's seat. He pulled into the parking lot of the 'Crazy T' and parked near the front of the building. It was a converted warehouse from the looks of it, the steel replaced with wood to make it look like a log cabin. It had large windows and artistic lights all around. Dean shrugged as he got out of the car. It was a bar, it had food and a restroom and it was near the highway. He could just hear it now, his sister complaining of the places he picked.

But she didn't say anything; she was asleep on the back seat, Sam asleep in the passenger seat. Dean had to debate on whether to wake them or not. "Might as well, I'm starving, need a drink and its getting late."

He slammed his car door, jerking his sister and brother awake. Alana glared at him in displease and rubbed her weary eyes. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned, trying to wake from her rude awakening. "Now why did you go and do that?" she said.

"I'm hungry and you were sleeping."

"What? You need my hand to feed yourself Dean?" she joked.

"No. I thought you would like to eat too since after we leave her we're getting a hotel for the night and going to rest."

She cracked her neck; she felt like a ton of bricks and probably looked it too. She gasped as her hands went to her hair. It was a mess. Sam just shook his head, handing her her bag, so that she could pull out a brush and fix the mess.

"It's fine Alana. I've seen Dean in the morning and it ain't pretty." He said and Alana laughed, Dean just glared, tapping his foot.

"We done yet? I'm starving."

Alana brushed her hair, looked in the rearview mirror to apply lip gloss, grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car behind Sam who had gotten out. They walked over to Dean and smirked.

"Now we can go." She said and stopped, "Um, Dean?"

He stopped and turn to her, "You going to complain about something?"

She shook her head, "I can't go in there, I'm only nineteen."

Dean took a deep breath, "Well it serves food and you can order a soda. I don't think it's against the law to bring you in a bar that serves wings, now do you think?"

She shook her head, "I couldn't tell you. Mom was against bars."

Sam took her by the arm, "It's fine. The atmosphere is a bit thick but the food is hot, the music is somewhat good and there is pool and darts. Not bad for one place."

She smiled and grabbed Dean's hand, "Ok, let's go. I'm starving too."

They entered the building and at first Alana had felt like she'd been thrown into another world. The bar was really…strange. Dean had that same impression, the bar was too modern and artistic for his liking but it was the only bar he'd found. What else could they do? They were tight on money and he wasn't about to ask his sister for any.

"Well, it's not like any place we've been to, but its food and beer and we can relax a bit." Dean said and took a seat at one of the steel tables.

Alana took a seat next to Dean as Sam sat across from her. She looked about the odd bar in distaste; this place wasn't something she was keen on. Modernism wasn't her cup of tea. The décor was outrageous and it was way too bright. This place wasn't a regular bar, it was a gay bar!

She turned to tell her brothers when a drag queen in a tight red dress came over, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"What can I get ya?" she asked in a deep, gruff voice.

Dean looked up to in surprise. He was suddenly realizing that something was out of place.

"Can you give us a few minutes please?" he asked.

She shrugged and hastily walked away. Dean to Alana and Sam in shock. "I think we should go. I mean NOW."

Alana sniffled a giggle, "Yeah, before one of the drag queen does decide to bed you."

Dean and Sam quickly rose and took Alana by the arms and made their speedy exit. Once outside, they laughed whole-heartedly.

"Okay. Dean next time, I'm picking the bar." Alana said between laughs and climbed into the car.

Sam followed suit and Dean got in behind the wheel, quickly pulling out of the parking lot and back on the road to the highway. Once on there, Dean became silent, pondering over past events.

"How could I not tell that it was a gay bar?" he asked.

Alana giggled, "I dunno, you were too hungry to care?"

He smirked, knowing damn well he was never going to live this down.

"Bite me." He told his sister.

"Don't tempt me." She teased.

Sam on the other hand was smiling to himself, life was great for the moment. But something wicked was heading their way and their lives were about to change. He took a deep breath, calmly trying to push the images from his mind. Alana was in grave danger and it would be them that put her there.

"Sam?" Alana asked a worried look on her face. She had noticed that he was suddenly quiet and not joining the bickering.

"Yes sis." He said softly.

"You alright?"

He shook his head, how could he tell her that she was in danger and that he wanted to return her to Dingman's Ferry.

"Come on Sam, what's wrong?" she coaxed, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want you to get hurt." Was all he said.

Alana looked to Dean, tears streaming from her hazel eyes. Something was wrong, Sam wouldn't look to her and she was beginning to think that having her with them was a big burden on their part.

"Do you want me to go back? Is that it Sam?" she demanded.

He shook his head, tears threatening to fall from his own hazel eyes. "I keep seeing you dead in my dreams Alana. It scares me. What would happen to us if we led you somewhere and you died? How could we go on?"

"Like you did with your mom and Jess and like me. You move on. People die all the time Sam, you can't stop it, you can kill the demons that get to people you love, but sometimes to do what you must, you have to move on and not dwindle on the past."

She sniffed, wiping her eyes with her hands. She took a deep breath, "If I am a burden to either one of you, drop me off at the nearest bus station and I'll go back to my Aunt's. I rather not risk your lives for mine."

Dean pulled the car off to a rest area and parked, turning the engine off. "But I think we're stronger like this. If Meg or someone got to your mother, then you are already in danger. Being with us, at least we know your safe." He said and looked at his brother, "She is not going, I'm older and I say what goes and stays."

Sam just shook his head. Hell was going to paid and Alana would be in the middle of a bloodshed that wasn't hers to begin with.