A/N: I swear from here on out that every chapter will be a lot longer. But that's only if I get feedback. Then I'll hold back on the updates.

Chapter Two: Hunters Aren't That Pretty, Ever

Lex drove unusually slow out of town. Part of her was trying to convince her to stay and it was probably that maternal nature that usually kept her from following most of Char's rules. But there was also that instinct to help the Winchesters, something about their attitude screamed that this case wasn't so easy. But she was sure Dean always had an attitude, especially when it came to a girl possibly out hunting him. But the youngest seemed open to the idea, ready to trust. Clearly, he hadn't been give the 'trust no one' memo. But still, when she normally would've high-tailed it out of town, she found herself lingering, hoping for a simple phone call asking for help.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam only got more and more frustrated with the lack of town records.

"Come on Sam." Dean said. "It's not like these things have been here forever. They've got to be hiding somewhere."

"Maybe we should give Lex a chance. She did say that she was good at finding these sorts of things." Sam said.

Dean muttered something under his breath that sounded somewhat like a curse. "No." Dean almost hissed. "She's a last resort."

Sam smirked, knowing his brother all too well. "You're not afraid that a tiny five foot something girl is going to show you up, are you?"

Again, a few oaths came from Dean's mouth but were hidden under his breath. Deep down he knew they were going to need a little help, and Bobby was busy doing his own thing. "Fine." He growled and grabbed his keys to go for a drive. "She better be gone when I get back."

Lex was jolted out of her daze my the sound of her cell ringing. She picked it up just as quickly, saying a rushed hello into the phone, unsure of just how long it had been ringing. "Alexandra Spencer speaking." She said after.

"Hey." Sam's kind voice came over the other end. "It looks like we need your help after all."

Lex smiled to herself and quickly turned her car around. "You're in luck. I was just about to head out of town." She said, knowing well enough that she probably would've gone back to check anyway (damn her maternal nature for caring). "What's the problem?"

"Well, we can't find any records." Sam said. "Either there's never been any or they're being hidden. You said you're good at that kind of thing so I figured..."

"I'd be glad to help Sam." She offered. "Where are you?"

"Oh, Motel 6." Sam said quickly. "Room 16."

Lex ignored the fact that she had been in room 15 the night before and hung up after telling him she'd be there in five. Sam was happy to have Lex helping, Dean on the other hand found himself in a bar waiting for his brother to call and say Lex was gone. He wasn't quite sure why but the girl was too damn... cute? He could place his finger on it, sure he liked her just like every other girl but she was different. She was smug, like she knew just how damn adorable she really was. And the fact that she could work on a car just made her that much hotter. Since when did Dean ever meet a girl who could tell you what exactly was in her car that wasn't a butch? Clearly, now. But strangely, her attitude rubbed him the wrong way, like she thought her shit didn't stink. Dean shrugged it off and downed his third beer, feeling a tad more buzzed then he normally would have. He waved at the cute bartender for another beer. Speaking of cute, since when were hunters ever as cute as Lex anyway? Not even Jo was that pretty; curly, dirty blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, high cheeks bones, great legs (even if she was short) and a smile that could take any man's breath away. No wonder her family didn't want her hunting. They didn't want her to mess up that pretty little face. It wasn't long before Dean blacked out and woke up somewhere unfamiliar, with his hands behind his back? What the fuck was going on?

"You hunters need to mind your own business." Came a hiss from behind him. He turned his head awkwardly, trying to see. He failed miserably.

"Maybe you should stop killing and we'd do just that." Dean offered, his default smart-ass mode setting in.

"We die." The voice said.

"Good riddance." Dean muttered before he was hit in the back of the head with something harder than a hand.

Behind him stood someone that looked fairly human, except for the eyes, which glowed abnormally red. "Your brother and little girlfriend won't ever find you."

Sam began to worry as he called his brother's cell for the third time. Normally Dean would've picked up by now, getting laid or not. Something wasn't right and since Lex and him had finally figured things out, he had figured him and Dean could handle the rest. Quickly he hung up and dialed Lex's number.

"Alexandra Spencer speaking." She answered.

"Lex? Hey, it's me again. I think Dean's in trouble."

Lex had her car turned around and headed back to the motel faster than Sam could say they needed help. Quickly she parked her car and entered his motel room (without knocking). "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know, maybe they found him out." Sam said. "Maybe they found us out. I mean, if they've been here for as long as we think, then we probably weren't the first hunters to happen upon it."

Lex nodded slowly. "Well, there is a freaky old house just outside of town..."