Chapter 15
…If everyone cared and nobody cried
If
everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed
their pride
Then we'd see the day, when nobody died…
Alex sat at the table in her motel room, pen in hand and a blank page of a notebook sat in front of her while Nickleback's If Everybody Cared song played in the background. She sighed and her mind thought about what her life would have been like if she was with her family if her parents didn't die, and her sister never was kidnapped, and were at home.
Home…
That one word has tugged at her heart. She'd never be able to just go home and be greeted by her parents and sister. No. Her life will never be the same again. She was now living a life she didn't really want anyway. Sure she loved hunting, saving lives and kicking some demonic ass, but it wasn't really what she wanted for the rest of her life. She had always dreamt of starting her own business. A restaurant to be exact, a place that would bring families together for a night out, and friends catching up with friends with a nice meal to share together.
"So much for that," she sighed.
"So much for what?" a voice asked from behind her.
Alex turned in her seat and saw Dean standing by the door. "Nothing," she told him.
Dean walked over to the table and took a seat on a chair. He kept his eyes locked with hers. "Nothing my ass… what's up?"
She shook her head. "Just me looking like a fool by talking to myself," she said letting her eyes glance back at her notebook.
"I could have told you were a fool way before this."
She looked back up at him and saw the smirk on his face. "Very funny," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"What's with the notebook?" he asked, his eyes landing upon it.
She shrugged as she set her pen down and closed the book. "Just thought I'd try to write… anything, but so far I've got nothing."
And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize
how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine
what the world could be…
"You, writing, I'm shocked!" he said playfully.
"Ha ha," she said rolling her eyes at him again.
"No, seriously, you've always been good at writing."
Alex laughed. "Yeah, if you could call those short stories I wrote in my room, good."
Dean laughed with her. "I remember those. You'd spend a long time in your room writing 'em."
"It was my way of escaping…"
"Escaping what?"
"Life and Boredom."
"Life?"
She nodded. "Yeah… you see, when you and Sam and your dad would be hunting, I'd be at home living the normal life. Boredom would be… the most of it. I would be sitting on the steps watching you three drive off to only God knows where, and I'd be stuck there to only dream of those hunting trips."
"I'm sorry you were left out. Sammy and I tried to get both our dads to let you come with us, but they said no every time. There was no way of changing their minds."
She shrugged. "It's fine now. I'm doing it now, so no apologizing."
He nodded with a grin. "You are doing it, and you're damn good at it."
"I learned from the best," she smiled.
He grinned a little more. "So, uh… how about you, me and Sam go out to night and get some drinks and have fun?"
"Under one condition…"
"What's that?"
"Getting drunk is out of the question."
"No getting drunk. Got it…"
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"Oh, shit…" Alex laughed as she leaned back in her seat at the motel after spending some time at a bar with the brothers. "I remember that," she said through her laughter. "Getting an actual visual of 'Ants in your pants' that day… it made the whole situation even funnier."
"Yeah, laugh it up," Dean mumbled. "Just so you know it wasn't funny. They bit me."
Alex laughed even harder at that. She tried to stop when she saw the look on Dean's face, but she laughed even harder.
Sam laughed with her and he too, tried to stop. "What's great about that… I've got a picture to last me a lifetime."
Dean looked at him quickly. "You don't…"
Sam met Dean's gaze, and he grinned. "I do."
"No you don't."
"Believe me, I do."
"You've got to show me that picture Sam," Alex said as she started to calm down a little.
"I will. Later, I promise."
"The hell you will! Sam, you better give me that picture so I can burn it to a crisp," Dean said seriously.
"No way," Sam shook his head. "You're not touching that picture. That picture is priceless. The look on your face… oh man, just thinking about your face makes me want to put ants in your pants just to relive that day."
"Do it and be prepared to die."
"If you do decide to do it Sam, make sure to get me… no way am I going to miss that," Alex laughed.
"If either of you decide to do that, I'll hurt the both of you," Dean said now looking at the both of them.
"Is that a threat, Dean?" Alex asked locking eyes with him.
"Damn straight that's a threat."
"You could never hurt me."
"You really think so?"
"I know he wouldn't," Sam spoke up.
"Don't be so sure about that," Dean said looking at him.
"He wouldn't…" both Sam and Alex said at the same time.
Boston, MA
The three had settled down into the rooms at a motel after a long drive and went to a store to get something's before heading back to the motel.
"You really need a shower," Alex said to Sam who was beside Dean in front of their room, getting ready to go inside.
Sam looked at her with surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry," she said. "But—"
"You really do," Dean said interrupting her.
"You two suck and are mean," Sam said grabbing the room key out of Dean's hand and unlocked the door before going inside and closing the door behind him.
"So sensitive," Dean said with a laugh.
"What, you think he should have a different reaction to that?"
"Well, yeah. He's supposed to take it like a man and not get so sensitive," Dean said.
"Well…" she stepped closer to him. "What if I told you…" she leaned in closer and had her mouth to his ear. "You also needed a shower?"
Dean met her eyes again when she stepped away from him. "Bite me, is what I'd say in reply."
"Oh, I see," she said. "I guess you and Sam wouldn't want to know you smelled. Ok, I'll remember that for next time. I'll let you two walk around smelling like, well, a pigsty," she said walking away and towards her room. She looked down at her arm when she felt a hand on it. She looked back up and saw Dean standing there.
"You wouldn't be that cruel…"
"I don't know would I?" she asked. "Good night, Dean…" she said as she slipped her arm out of his grasp and opened the door to her room. She smirked at Dean before closing her door.
She turned around and flipped on a light. She stood there, too shocked to say or do anything.
"It's like looking at yourself in the mirror, isn't it?"