A/N: Thought I'd give you all the lyrics for All We Are. Partially, because I'm bored and partially because it was my inspiration. And again, feedback is highly appreciated. Good and bad.

All We Are

I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong / Black and white didn't fit you, and all along / You were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything / That I need just to make it / And I believe that I could tear you apart but it won't break/ Anything that you are, you are / We won't say our goodbyes, you know it's better that way / We won't break, we won't die / It's just a moment of change / All we are, all we are, is everything that's right / All we need, all we need, our love is at a bind / I walked a minute in your shoes, the never would've fit / I figured there's nothing to lose / I need to get some perspective on the words before I / Write them down / You're an island and my ship is running ground / We won't say our goodbyes, you know it's better that way / We won't break, we won't die / It's just a moment of change / All we are, all we are, is everything that's right / All we need, all we need, our love is at a bind / Every single day that I can breathe, you changed my philosophy / I'm never gonna let you pass me by / So don't say your goodbyes, you know it's better that way / We won't break, we won't die / It's just a moment of change / It's just a moment of change / All we are, all we are, is everything that's right / All we need, all we need, our love is at a bind

Chapter One: I Could Tear You Apart

Dean and Sam were neck deep in research and since it was so early in the morning, they had decided to do some of that research in a diner during breakfast. Sam was being careful to not get his food on anything from the local library whereas Dean was too busy stuffing his face to notice the mess he made. Or the pretty blonde who walked in and sat at a table right next to their's. Neither of the boys noticed her looking but she seemed to be extremely intrigue as to why they had piles of books on changelings. This girl was Lex, who had assumed there was no gig in this town, and she could still be right (the two men could be studying something for school) but no harm in checking it out. Quietly, she ordered a coffee and blueberry muffin but the waitress with excessively large breasts had drawn the older one's attention to her table. He smirked at her and she tossed a questioning glance at the books. "Work for school." He replied simply, bring the younger one's attention to the surface. "Aren't you a little old for school?" She asked, sipping her hot beverage. The oldest simply smirked again and shoved some of his burnt pancakes into his mouth. The youngest still seemed interested in conversation.

"Do you live around here?" He asked, his voice holding something that sounded slightly apologetic for the older's behavior.

Lex shook her head. "Just passing through. Why?"

"Oh." Sam said. "I was just wondering if you noticed anything weird."

At this Lex's eyebrow raised. "Weird in what sense." She asked. "I saw a dog peeing on the tire of a '67 Chevy, if that counts." The eldest spit out his drink and jumped up from the table and the other two could help but laugh. "I guess that was his car?" Sam nodded still laughing.

"I'm Sam." He offered with a warm smile.

"Lex." She said. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Sam shook his head slightly. "Of course not."

Swiftly the two arranged the table so she could sit between Sam and the oldest, who walked in just at that moment. "Dude, that's so not funny." He said as he sat down and looked at Lex skeptically.

"What? A dog peeing on your car?" Sam asked.

"No." Dean muttered. "The fact that there's a car out there that's hotter than mine."

Lex simply smiled, knowing exactly which car he was talking about.

"God forbid." Sam said with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, Dean. This is Lex. Lex, my older brother Dean."

"Are you from around here?" He asked suddenly. "Who owns that car?"

"No, I'm not." She laughed. "But I do know who owns the car." She pulled the keys out of her pocket and dangled them slightly.

"A gift from a boyfriend?" Dean asked, not amused.

"Nope." She said. "My dad gave it to me when I was sixteen and said if I could fix it up, I could drive."

Dean's eyebrows lifted in surprise. He'd never met a girl who knew how to fix a car.

"So." Lex began, changing the subject. Her mind clicking on a past conversation with Char and the boys' names. "If you don't mind me asking. What exactly are you doing with books on changelings?"

Dean and Sam looked at each other and then back at her. "School." They said in freaky, double-mint twin unison.

"Why don't I believe you?" She asked.

"Because you don't know us." Dean said harshly. Not enjoying her prodding questions.

"So then, there's no gig in this town?" She asked, throwing out the fact that she was a hunter.

They simply gaped at her. "You hunt?" Sam whispered. Looking around to make sure no one was listening.

Lex leaned forward with a smirk similar to the one Dean sported earlier. "...yeah." Then looked at Dean. "You're the Winchester's right?"

"How do you know?" Dean asked, his eyes throwing daggers.

"Someone I used to hunt with knew your Dad." She answered easily. "I never met him myself but he said you guys were good."

"You said your name was Lex?" Dean said. "You look awfully young to be hunting.

"My whole family hunts." She said. "You might've heard of them. "Spencer."

Sam perked up like a puppy then, pulling out their father's journal. "We've met them, Dean." Sam said. "When we were younger."

"Yeah." Dean said. "But I don't remember a daughter."

"You probably don't remember a wife either." She said. "The men in my family hunted, said that hunting wasn't the place for a woman. I felt differently and left."

"So, your family didn't want you to hunt?" Sam asked.

"No." She said. "They said that if I was going to hunt then I couldn't live under their roof. To them it was embarrassing to have a girl in the family hunting."

"You said someone you used to hunt with knew our dad. Not your family." Dean noted.

"His name was Charles Hammond." She said. "He saved my ass and taught me everything I know."

"Was?" Sam questioned.

"He died." She said blankly, not wishing to stir up anything painful from her past.

"Well." Sam said. "Do you want to help us or were you just wondering what we were doing?"

"Just plain curiosity." She said with a smile. "I tend to avoid traveling in packs. I'm more of a lone wolf."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "That's dangerous."

"Because I'm a girl?" Lex laughed bitterly. "I could probably have your back on the floor in ten seconds."

Sam smiled and Dean just raised one eyebrow in slight amusement. "Well, if you aren't going to help then you can get on your way." He said.

Lex caught the hint and grabbed a napkin and a pen. "Here." She said. "If you ever get caught in a tight spot or need to find something out and can't get in...Call me. I'm pretty good a weaseling my way about things." She laid the napkin on top of one of the books and got up. Leaving behind the scent of leather.

"She was... interesting." Sam said.

"Whatever." Dean muttered, watching her drive away through the window.