Chapter 13

Sam and Alex sat on a bed, their eyes glued on Dean who is now tied to a chair, still knocked out.

"Ya know, Dean will be pissed at you for hitting him in the head with that gun," Alex said letting her eyes move away from Dean and to Sam.

"He'll get over it. After all, Alex, I think he would rather want someone to knock him out instead of having the chance to kill somebody," Sam said meeting her gaze.

"Yeah, true," she nodded. "Now, explain to me what you missed?"

"The spirit we were going to take care of, can mess with people, you know have them change. Become someone who they aren't. Dean and I went in different rooms. The spirit got to Dean before he could get to the remains," Sam explained.

"I'm surprised it got to him."

"I'm not."

Alex looked at him questioningly. "And why's that?"

"He… sometimes he doesn't take things serious. He thinks this is a game sometimes."

"I think he takes it serious. Sure, he might crack jokes, becomes reckless sometimes, but he doesn't think it's a game. Sam, your brother is a very well trained hunter, and he learned from the best. Your father taught you both well, and you both have saved so many lives."

"Yeah…" he looked away from her and lowered his head down a little to look at the gun that he still held onto.

"Hey…" Alex raised her hand up and touched his shoulder. "I know you miss your dad, Sam. I know how it feels you know… I miss my dad, too."

He raised his head up and looked at her again. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" she asked, confused.

"I wish you didn't have to lose your dad because of the demon."

She shook her head. "Don't feel sorry about that, Sam. Since my dad died, I have grown stronger. I'm more of a fighter. When I finally come face to face with that thing, it'll wish it never started what it began."

"When you come face to face with it, I'll be by your side, right along with Dean."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"No problem," he smiled back.

"Now, isn't this just a chick flick moment."

Sam and Alex looked over at Dean who was now awake.

"Ya know Sam, you'll be wishing you never hit me. I'm goin' to hurt you and make you beg me to kill you."

"I don't think so," Sam said, he stood up and headed toward his brother, Alex right on his heel.

Dean met Alex's eyes and he smirked when he saw her holding a hand knife. "Now what's this? You're trying to act tough? Give it up little girl. This is out of your league."

"Oh, but I'm not acting," she said, as she stood on the right side of him as she held the knife tightly in her hand.

"You two think you can save me? You think you can bring the old Dean back? Well, hate to break it to ya, but you won't."

Alex and Sam locked eyes and he nodded to her, which made her nod back before she looked at Dean again, and she bent down slightly, her mouth next to his ear. "I'd hate to break it to I'd hate to break it to you, but we will…"

A few seconds passed, and the sound of Dean groaning out in pain filled the quiet room, the knife had cut into his right arm, the blood began to flow slowly out of the shallow wound, and began to soak his shirt.

Alex lowered her arm, the knife pointed downward, the tip and side of the blade tripped blood onto the floor. "Thanks," she said before she handed Sam the knife. "You know what to do."

Sam nodded and he turned away and headed toward the door. He opened it, and he was about to leave, but he faced her again. "Be careful."

"Ditto."

Sam walked out of the motel room and a few moments later Alex heard the Impala roar to life. She looked back at Dean who just glared at her. "Oh, quit that glaring, will ya?"

"You're a bitch."

"Thank you," she said as she walked over to the bed again and sat down.

"When I get out of his chair, I'm going to—"

"Stop with those empty threats, they're pointless considering you're tied to a chair and I'm sitting with a gun laying next to me. Believe me, Dean… I won't hesitate to shoot your ass if you try to kill me," she said, showing him she wasn't scared of him. "Not to mention, I can toss you around the room like a hacky sack."

Dean looked away from her muttering under his breath.

Alex smirked. "Not so tough now, are you?"

He looked at her again. "Go to hell."

"If I go to hell, then you'll be coming with me."