Chapter 9
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Sam, Dean and Alex sat at one of the booths in Downtown Diner. The three ordered their food and drinks, and they decided to discuss what they should do now that they're running from the cops.
"Anyone have any idea what we're going to do?" Dean asked while he took a sip from his coffee.
"Not really," Alex replied. "I do know this is a bad idea."
"What is?" Sam asked, looking at her.
"I can't let you two be involved," she said. "You've done enough by… well, you know what you did back there. I can't let you do more than that."
"Don't worry 'bout it," Dean said. "You're our friend. Friends help friends."
"Yeah, but friends shouldn't have to be involved in such a huge problem," she said to him.
"Al, seriously, don't worry about it. It's not like we aren't already on their wanted list," Dean told her.
"Dean's right. It won't make a difference if you come with us. If we leave and let you do this alone, how will you handle it and get from one place to another?" Sam asked.
"I would've found a way," she told him.
"Like what? Steal a car? Hide in the alley at night or something?" Dean asked. "I think not. We're not taking no for an answer. You're stayin' with us whether you like it or not."
Alex sighed. "Alright. I'll stay. But I don't like having you two involved."
"We got involved the moment we saw you in that alley that night," Sam said.
"Yeah, I guess that's true," Alex agreed.
"I'll be back," Dean said as he stood up and walked away from them.
"Alex?"
Alex met Sam's gaze. "Yeah?"
"I have a question for you."
"Ok."
"Why did you break up with me? We were together for almost a year, and we went to school together, and then you tell me you want to break up because you want us to see other people…"
"Sam I—"
"No, let me finish," he said not letting her to say anything yet. "I see you later on that night by one of the school buildings, and you're with Dean. You broke up with me to be with my brother. I would have liked it if you had just been honest with me and tell me you wanted to be with Dean and not me. But no, you break up with me without even telling me it was my brother you wanted to—"
"Sam, will you stop," Alex said interrupting him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I never dated you, nor did I go to Stanford."