Chapter 4

Alex stood in front of her apartment door, pulling her keys out of her pocket and stuck it in the key slot, unlocking the door. Once inside, she nudged the door shut and flipped the light switch on, tossing her jacket on the couch by the door. Her eyes drifted to her computer desk and saw the paper work Vince was supposed to send her.

Making her way to the desk, she touched the mouse and the computer screen flashed on, an alert pop up was there, telling her she has new mail. "I'll check the photos later…" she thought aloud to herself, stepping away from the desk and into the kitchen, heading to the refrigerator. She opened the freezer and grabbed some chocolate ice cream. She reached for a spoon in a cup that sat on the counter, holding the rest of the silverware, and headed back into the living room area. She sat down on the middle-sized, worn out, stripped couch and opened the ice cream cart while sitting down, sticking the spoon in it and took a bite. She sighed in satisfaction; the ice cream was hitting the spot.

Her eyes landed upon the unpacked boxes, boxes that held most of her belongings. She moved in three months ago and she still hadn't unpacked. "Why bother," she sighed. "I'll just be moving again eventually…" she took another bite while she leaned her back against the couch, lifting her legs up onto the coffee table. Deciding she had enough ice cream for the night, after several spoonful scoops of it, she stood up and went to put the rest back.

Walking past the computer desk again, she grabbed the faxed paper work and looked at it. Dean's name written on it made her raise her eyebrow with curiosity. Se continued to read the paper, she saw another name. "Rebecca Warren. Almost a victim… brother was originally charged for the murder of his girlfriend when charges were soon dropped and Dean was accused of the murder of her, and another victim…" she read aloud. "Dean Winchester… a murderer? I think not," she said setting the paper down, she noticed a small note toward the bottom: Rebecca Warren's phone number. I figured you'd want it to call and get some information from her about that case. Later!- V Alex shook her head with a laugh and grabbed her phone, dialing thember off of the paper. She waited for the ringing to stop. "Ms. Warren? Rebecca Warren?"

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"Man, can you believe it? Alex a hunter," Dean said lying on his bed, his arms behind his head, his eyes closed. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I," Sam agreed, he too, was on his own bed. "I think it's a mistake, though."

"Why?" Dean asked, now opening his eyes, making eye contact with his brother.

"She never understood hunting when she was little. Now that she's a hunter, she probably thinks it's not that big of a deal. She probably thinks it's just some job, one that she doesn't have to take seriously," Sam sighed. "She let's her friend join in on a hunt, that's stupid of her to do. She's just asking for trouble, and death."

"Look, man…" Dean sat up. "I agree she shouldn't let someone join her, but what can you do? She's a grown woman who makes her own decisions, same thing with her friend. They know what to do, and are, like she said, careful. I say she's doin' a good job."

"I just don't want to see her get hurt and also to end up being accused of murder. I mean, she's already being accused of murder because of her father dying," Sam said.

"They can't prove anything. They probably are pinning his death on her because of the fact she took off right when he died. They think it's strange, and figured she's the reason he's dead."

"Yeah," Sam nodded, agreeing. "Hopefully she won't be arrested for it in the future."

"If that happens, we'll just help her out, ya know?"

Sam nodded again. "Yeah. This…" he stopped for a second, eying Dean closely. "You're not just willing to help her just because you think she's hot or something, are you?"

"No. Dude, come on," Dean gave him a look that told him 'are you kidding?' "I don't, and haven't thought that way about her. She's a friend, and nothing more. I just want to help a friend, Sam."

"Yeah, me too…"

A few minutes later, Dean sighed. "Man…"

Sam looked at him, his eyebrow raised. "What?"

"You want the truth… yes, I think she's hot. But dude, that is not why I want to help her."

Sam shook his head. "I knew it. Dean, You're like a book, I can read you so well."

"Stop readin' me then."

"Stop being so obvious, then."

Dean leaned back against the headboard again. "Whatever."

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"What the hell?" a man in his late twenties said facing the door to his apartment when the door was kicked in.

"Honey, I'm home!" Alex said in an accent copying Ricky Ricardo from I Love Lucy.

"That bitch, she never gives up!" Mitch hissed to one of his friends.

"That's right, I don't," Alex said stepping into the room further. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the… oh, no you don't!" she said running up to Mitch who tried escaping by climbing through a window in the kitchen. "Nobody's going anywhere," she said to all four vampires.

"We can take her," one of them said. "Four against one. Piece of cake."

"Make that three against four…" another, new voice said from behind them.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Alex asked Sam and Dean, surprised to see them.

"Same as you; to take care of these blood thirsty vampires," Dean replied and saw one of the vampires trying to slip past him quickly. "You aren't tryin' to skip the party, are you?" he asked grabbing him by the back of his shirt. "Because you're not going anywhere."

Alex, Dean, and Sam soon started to deal with the vampires that had been kidnapping people, and killing them.

"How did you find out where they were?" Alex asked the brothers.

"Probably from the same clues," Dean replied. "Did you really think you'd be able to handle them on your own?"

"I have dealt with much worse in the past," she told him while placing the tipped piece of wood back into her jacket.

"And you shouldn't. You're gonna get yourself killed. If that happens, it'll be nobody's fault by your own," Sam said while he turned around and walked out of the apartment.

"You know what…" Alex quickly followed him out of the room and to Dean's Impala. "I'm getting tired of your crap."

Sam turned around and faced her. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm tired of you getting this way just because of me hunting. You know what Sam, I'm not some stupid girl who gets into trouble, and can't get out of it. I'm a lot smarter than you think, and I have been doing this since I was sixteen. I know what I'm doing."

"Oh, really? If you knew what you were doing, why walk right into that apartment without having your weapon in hand, or seeing how many were in there? You could have just dug your grave back there if Dean and I didn't show up."

"For your information, I knew how many there were, I knew what I was doing. And thirdly, I never just 'dig my grave' if I wanted to do that I would be dead sooner. So Sam, don't stand there and tell me the faults you see," Alex said staring him right in the eyes.

"Oook…" Dean spoke up standing next to them. "Back down you two. You're both getting ready to act like wild animals," he looked from Sam to Alex. "Sam is only trying to keep you from making any mistakes, no harm in that. Hell, I don't want you to make any mistakes either."

"I haven't made any, and I won't be anytime soon," she told them. "And you know what? I should be the one who is jumping down your throat about things. Like for instants, you're both fugitives, and Dean…" she made eye contact with. "Care to explain why the hell you're wanted for murder?"

Dean's face turned to shock. "How do you… what?"

"My friend showed me some paper work and it said you are charged for murder from a St. Luis case," she told him. "Like I said… care to explain?"

"That was a shape-shifter. It started killing people, and when Sam and I got involved, it looked like me and the cops thought I was the killer."

"And so the body they found was the shifter?" Alex asked.

"I'm alive aren't I?"

"Dumb question," Alex said with a 'uh-duh!' look on her face.

"Look, like Dean said, I just want to make sure you don't make any mistakes," Sam said, speaking up again after not talking for those couple of minutes when she and Dean talked.

"I understand that," Alex looked at him. "You just need to give me more credit. Dean does."

"I know I should. I just worry about you, is all."

"I appreciate that, really I do. You just… you need to realize I can handle this. Like I said, I have been doing this since I was sixteen."

"I'm actually starting to realize that now that I'm thinking back to our fight against those vampires."

"Good," Alex smiled. "Now, I don't know about you two, but I'm ready for a nice cold drink after a good ass kicking fight."

"Sounds like a plan," Dean said.