by the way, at the end, you'll read something that wasn't mentioned in the first chapter... well, that was a mistake, I forgot to add it in. I just realized that when I was reading this chapter over.

Chapter 5

"Hello?" a groggy, male voice said into the phone. He waited a few seconds before saying it again. "Hello?"

"Sam?"

Sam became confused by the voice on the other line. "Who is this?" he didn't get a reply, but he heard the person breathing. "Look, who is this? I can hear you breathing. Now if you don't answer me, I'm going to hang up."

"It's me…"

"That's helpful," Sam sighed. "Me, who?"

"Alex…"

Sam's eyes went wide with surprise. "Alex? As in Alexandra Drake?"

"The one and only…"

"How did you get my number? Why are you calling at one am? Are you ok? Where are you?"

"Whoa there, one question at a time," she said while she leaned her back against the phone booth, looking out to the rainy night. "I found out your number from… your dad."

"My dad? You talked to my dad?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To be able to talk to you. Sam, I wanted you to know this from me…" she trailed off, having a hard time already trying to tell him.

"Wanted me to know what, Alex? What's going on?"

She could hear the worry show through his voice. She hated worrying him. "I'm fine, so you know. I just…" she sighed. "You won't be hearing from me for a while. I'm… not gonna be by any phones, and since I don't have my own cell phone, you can't contact me."

"What's going on? Alex, why won't I hear from you?"

"I can't explain right now, I'm taking a risk by taking my time to talk to you. Just remember that we'll speak again sometime in the future. I have to go. Goodbye, Sam…"

"Alex? Alex?" Sam repeated, but then heard the dial tone. She hung up already…

"Dean…" Alex looked at him, who was taking another sip from his beer.

"What?"

"Happy twenty-eighth birthday," she grinned at him. "Feel old?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't start singin' happy birthday… I'd kill you if you do. When don't I feel old? I feel like an old fart sitting in his favorite car sometimes," he joked with a smirk forming.

"Well, be glad you don't look like an old fart," Alex said with a laugh.

Dean nodded with a grin. "Yeah, 'cause all the girls still want a piece of me."

"Get over yourself," Sam said, speaking up for the first time. "The only girls who want you are the ones who want to get laid for a night."

"Hey, I can't help it if some girl thinks I'm hot and wants some steamy hot sex."

"I'll pretend you didn't just say that," Sam said looking away from him, letting his eyes drift to across the room of the bar their at that night.

"You're just jealous you aren't getting any," Dean said to him, his word starting to slur from drinking too much. "If you would allow yourself to have more fun, and date again, you'd be having girls lining up to be with you."

"Whatever…" Sam mumbled, still not looking in his direction.

"Who wants to have another shot?" Alex asked.

"You know I'm up for it," Dean replied.

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The door opened, Alex's body pushed against it, which caused it to open even more as she kissed the visitor she invited to her place. They stepped into the room, he closed the door behind him and lifted her up, wrapping his arms around her waist and guided her to the couch, laying her on it. The kiss never ending that whole time, until he pulled away and stared her in the eye.

"You know… this brings back some memories…" he said while nibbled her neck lightly.

"Shut up and kiss me, Dean…"

"This'll be a nice birthday gift…" he grinned.

"What'd I say?"

"Shut up."

She nodded.

"Ok…." He said while he leaned in and his lips met hers again.

"Ugh…" Alex groaned when she woke up the next morning, her head already throbbing from the night of drinking. Her head snapped toward the other side of the bed when she felt movement. "Oh my god…" she said in shock when the night before came flooding back to her. Her head snapped in the other direction of the room when she heard a faint ringing of a phone, knowing it was Dean's. She climbed out of bed and walked over to his jeans and pulled his phone out, flipping it open, she saw it was a text message from Sam.

Where are you? You were supposed to meet me at the library an hour ago to discuss a few things about that other case.

"If he knew Dean was here, he wouldn't let it go…" she thought aloud.

"Hey there, sexy thang," Dean spoke from the bed, a grin on his face. "Nice birthday present last night."

Alex turned around and faced him, gripping the sheet he had around her body, tighter. "Sam text messaged you. You were supposed to meet him an hour ago at the library."

Dean lifted his arm up and glanced at his watch. "Ugh. It's only 12…"

"You better get up and meet him before he starts looking for you," she said grabbing a pair of clothes before heading for the bathroom.

"I doubt he'd figure I'm here," he called out.

"I don't," she called out. "He'll put two and two together."

"He doesn't know where you live, does he?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then don't worry."

"I wouldn't past him though. If he wanted to find me, he will. He has in the past."

"Like I said, don't worry about it."

I can't help it. She thought shutting the bathroom door.

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"Where were you?" Sam asked Dean when he walked up to him outside the library.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Never mind I asked," Sam said now walking to the building entrance.

Without another word, the two went inside and started their discussions of a case while they did some research.

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"Well, look who decided to show up," Vince said to Alex when she walked up to him.

"What do you want? Why did you call me?" she asked once she reached him.

"Well, last night I went through the photos again, and I found a clue. All victims' have the same markings on their neck. You remember how you said those markings looked familiar?

"Yeah."

"Well, when you said you think these are…" he lowered his voice. "Vampire fang marks? I think you're right. I looked up teeth marks made by vamps, and they look exactly the same."

"Yeah, I figured they would. Last night two of my old friends of mine helped with the vampires I have been tracking down for weeks."

"Who?"

"Nobody you'd know," she told him not wanting to tell him their names for Dean's sake of being wanted for murder.