Chapter 11

"Kidnapped?" Sam repeated, surprised by that. "When?"

"She said the night of the fire, my dad came in the room, found my mom on the ceiling, and when he went to grab us, she was gone, I was the only one in the crib," Alex explained.

"You don't think the demon has anything to do with her disappearance, do you?" Dean asked.

"Why would the demon take her? And if it did, why take her and leave me?" Alex asked.

"I don't know," Dean shrugged. "Maybe someone broke in, a kidnapper, and only had time to take you?"

"One of my parents would have noticed something wasn't right if that happened. Besides, they would have probably checked on us more than just a couple of times during the night."

"True," Dean nodded.

Alex started pacing again. "The one thing I don't understand is why didn't my dad tell me I have a twin?"

"Maybe he felt like if he did, you'd ask questions and he knew he wouldn't have the answers," Sam replied.

"That's no excuse," Alex said looking at him, stopping her pacing. "I had the right to know I even had a sister. All these years I thought I was an only child, and now I find out I have a twin."

"Apparently a twin who knows who you are and decides to be you for about a year," Dean said.

Alex met Dean's gaze and nodded lightly. "Apparently. The question is why? Why pretend to be me. How would she know what I looked like, oh, and why go to Stanford and go out with Sam, and then you?"

"Who knows," Sam said. "This twin sure knew you, as if… she had been watching you. Learning every thing about you. Looking exactly like you."

"That must have been the plan," she said. "She somehow knew I knew you both and decided to get close to you."

"How would she know that, though? If she was kidnapped, there would be no way for her to know that," Sam said matter of fact.

"Unless, like Dean said, if the demon did this…" Alex trailed off, having a hard time saying it. She took a breath before continuing. "My twin grew up with it. Doing what it wants her to do. If that's the case, she had to pretend to be me to get close to you guys. You are hunting the yellow-eyed son of a bitch, and it's probably doin' the same thing, so it knew the only way to get close enough to you both to kill you is to be someone you knew and were close enough."

"It makes sense," Dean said. "That must have been the whole plan. Get close, and then when the time was right, do what she had to do… kill us."

"If she had to kill you, why not do it?" Alex wondered.

"Who knows," Sam answered.

Alex sighed. "This whole thing is giving me a headache."

"That makes two of us," Dean said. "Man, can you imagine livin' with that thing?"

"I don't even want to picture that," Alex said. "It's like hell knowing it's out there. But to live with it… that's a true nightmare."

"That's for sure," Sam agreed.

Alex went into the bathroom and then soon reappeared. She saw the brothers sitting at the table talking and looking at a news paper and some paper work they got for a gig they found out while there. "I'm gonna go out for a while," she announced.

"Ok," Sam replied without even looking up at her.

"Want company?" Dean asked while looking at her.

"Nah, I want to be alone for a bit. I'll be back later. Though… do you want help with anything?" she wondered.

"I think we're all set. Go have fun with whatever you plan on doing," Sam said now meeting her gaze.

"Ok. Well, my cell will be on, call if you need help."

"Will do," Dean nodded as he looked back at the paper.

Alex grabbed her jacket and then walked out of the room and began walking to the closest bar.

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The motel door opened two hours later and Alex stepped inside and found Dean sitting on his bed. "Hey, how was the gig?"

Dean looked up. "Fine."

"Are you ok?" She wondered. She looked around but didn't see Sam anywhere, and she knew he wasn't in the bathroom since the door was wide open. "Where's Sam?"

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Just out. What is this, 20 questions?" he asked, a tone shone through his voice.

"It's just a question. You don't have to get tone with me," she said as she set her jacket on the chair beside her.

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to if you wouldn't ask so many questions. God, you can be so annoying sometimes."

"Excuse me?" she looked at him. She was taken aback by how he was acting, and it confused her. "What is you're problem, Dean?"

"My problem…" he slowly stood up, his eyes locked with hers while he stepped closer to her. "You. You are my problem, Alex. You can be so… well, annoying. You know what? When we leave, you're stayin' behind and won't be coming with Sam and me. We don't need you taggin' along, slowin' us done all the damn time."

"Dean… what the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, becoming more confused by the way he was acting.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her as he stepped even closer to her, which caused her to move backwards and into a wall. He didn't say anything for a moment.

"What is going on? Why are you—"

He slammed a hand against the wall, an inch away from her head, palm first. "Will you stop askin' me that, damn it!"

She jumped when his hand connected with the wall. Her heart pounded. Not just out of fear, but out of being nervous. She had no idea what had gotten into Dean, and why he was acting this way. Truth be told, she was scared by the way he was acting…