Defiance

Courtesy of another of Sam's death visions, the Winchesters are on the hunt again. This time, though, it's different. They know that the daughter killed her father. They know she's dangerous, her telekinetic powers well beyond those of Max. There's just one problem. They don't know which one of the girls killed him.

Alex

The punch, although almost silent, called everyone's attention. Dean reeled back, surprised by the force behind it, and that it'd happened in the first place. Sam, although shocked, quickly hid a smile, and got ready to stop his brother from attacking the girl.

He quickly assessed the girl. She looked almost his age, standing a bit above average hight for girls. she'd been smiling when the punch had impacted but it was relaced by shock in a heartbeat. Her eyes flickered around to the startled looks she was getting and something passed over her face. Before Sam could recognise it, however, it was gone, and she was speaking.

"Don't worry. That's just my friend. He said something that was supposed to be funny." She said loudly. Dean was the first of the brothers to take advantage of the situation.

"Yeah. I should have realised." Dean swallowed before going on. "I'm sorry."

Sam was shocked. It was hard to get him to say sorry, nearly impossible, he would have said. And here he was, saying sorry for something he hadn't even done. He turned back to the girl with difficulty.

"Come on." She motioned for the boys to follow her and the crowd parted around her and the boys. Dean wondered what exactly he'd done to deserve that, but he'd wait to ask. After all, she'd just given them the best cover she could have. They'd have a good reason to talk to the rest of the family, he reasoned. For all that, it was the best punch he'd ever received. Not that he liked getting punched.

The boys followed her into her room, given way by the fact that her bed was in there. She quickly pulled her hair down, and shook it out, muttering something unintelligible. Sam had the feeling it was something about her hair as she seemed to be more relaxed.

"What was that for?" Dean asked when she turned back to them. The girl grinned sheepishly at him, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I'm just sick of people saying they're sorry." She grimaced at her wording. Sam tried to hold back a laugh, failed and turned it into a coughing fit. Dean sent him a look, clearly telling him to shut it, and made him laugh even harder. It just had to be Dean to have said the last sorry. It couldn't have been anyone else. It was one of the first times he'd heard Dean say that, and he wasn't sure if he would again.

"What's your name?" Sam finally asked, once the laughing fit was over. He was fairly sure that he'd fooled no one, so he was glad to turn the attention away from him. The girl looked up at them with some interest.

"So, remind me how you know my dad." She responded. Dean nudged his brother in annoyance. He just had to go and get the girl curious on them, didn't he? Dean ran a hand through his hair.

"We worked with him." Dean told her with all the confidence he could muster up. The girl raised her eye brows at him. Suddenly, Dean had a bad feeling about his story. This girl noticed things, and she'd probably picked something out that didn't sound right. He really didn't like how this was going.

"Oh, really?" the girls words had a sarcastic side to them. Dean shifted uncomfortably next to his brother. He was now seriously regretting not grabbing the pastor uniforms they'd worn to the last telekinetic's house. "You work with my dad? Then explain to me how they all know the difference between me and my sisters, when they haven't us either?" the girl glared at them both.

"We're new. We haven't really talked to him much." Sam saved. He knew Dean was practically sweating from the close call, and he knew they couldn't keep the pretence up for much longer. Although all of the family had developed the acting skills and quick thinking that the job required, he knew it was no match for facts.

"Ok, I'll just go ask his boss." The girl nodded to them and began to walk to the door. He knew that he could try and call it as a bluff, but if it wasn't, it would be disastrous. They could confess up about what they really were, but this girl was one of their suspects. Or they could come up with another story, one with the same holes as the last one.

"So, what are you gonna tell them about punching me?" Dean threw in. Sam wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at his brother's question as the girl turned to face them. She met them with a hard stare. The silence stretched for a few minuets. The boys got uncomfortable again.

"Alex. I'm Alex." The girl, Alex, answered. the boys sighed in relief again as they seemed to be safe once again. Alex sighed and walked over to her bed, sitting on it, her back resting on the wall, her legs pulled against her chest. The brothers shared a look, neither of them knowing what to do now.

"I was adopted." The bother's shared at look at the words. Sam had remembered the girl in the vision asking for her real farther. Before they could act, though, Alex continued. "We all were. As far as we know, we were all adopted at an early age, but I wouldn't know. I'm the youngest of my sisters. Helen's the oldest. I used to think I was related to her." Alex had been talking to her feet, but now she looked up in time to see the brother's shared look.

"I had blond hair at the time." She explained. Then she shook her head at herself. "I'm sorry. I just met you. I shouldn't be loading it all on you." She smiled, and walked to the door. "You guys should get going."

Sam's head was really beginning to spin from the changes in emotion this girl was going through. She'd seemed fine, a little shell shocked, maybe, when they first saw her. Then she'd been annoyed, and punched Dean, being happy about the hit, before being guilty about it and finally fine with it to get her ass out of trouble. And that had only been in the first five minutes.

"So, you're just going to drop all pretences and act like you don't know us?" Sam questioned Alex as he walked to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dean throwing something white onto her bed. Alex didn't seem to have noticed, as she'd been looking at Sam, thinking about his question.

"No. I'll walk to the door with you, and see you off. I won't blow your cover as long as you don't blow mine." She answered. Dean nodded at his brother, a slight movement of his head that he'd have missed if he hadn't been watching for it. Sam understood it, knowing instinctively that he was ready to go.

"Deal." Sam held his hand out to Alex, wanting to make sure she couldn't break her word. She took it without hesitation, locking gaze with the youngest brother. After a second, they both let go, and turned to the door. They all fixed smiles on their faces before walking into the lounge room.

As Sam had expected, most people turned to look at him, or at least glanced at the trio of people as they headed to the door. Some people only noticed them when everyone else went quite. A quick glance at Alex told him that she was already acting like there was nothing different.

Once they reached the door, Sam had almost reached breaking point. Alex still seemed non the wiser that people were watching, and Dean seemed his usually cocky self, somehow radiating that it was fine to stare at him in appreciation. Alex opened the door for the boys and smiled at them. To Sam it seemed like it was a complicated dance, perfectly choreographed.

"See-ya, Alex." Sam waved to her as he walked to the car. Dean was a few steps behind him, and stoped, as though a thought just occurred to him.

"Alex, why don't you pop around tonight?" he asked. Alex smiled at him. Sam had the feeling she was trying not to laugh, although, he wasn't sure if that was the affect she wanted, her real feelings or a combination of both.

"Sorry to disappoint you Dean, but I've got classes." She called back with a smile. Dean smiled back. It seemed she could play the game just as well as he could. Give a half answer that didn't answer anything really.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I always forget." Dean nodded to Alex as he turned back to the car. Sam nodded at him to show he agreed with the idea to try talk to her one-on-one.

They both got into the car; Dean carefully pulled out and headed to their room in the motel.

Sam thought about the girl they'd just met. Alex was interesting, he thought. She was willing to help people, if they helped her. She was also, he noticed, observant. He had a feeling she was a little insecure, but he had no idea why he thought that. She'd given them no indication of that, on the contrary, she seemed to be very trusting.

"Sam!" Dean's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. The way Dean had said his name, and the fact that Dean now looking at him said that wasn't the first time that he'd called for his brother. Sam met his brother's questioning gaze.

"Yeah." Dean looked at Sam suspiciously. It was obvious that something was on his little brother's mind. He didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, though, so he moved onto the thing he'd been calling his brother for.

"I was asking, what did you make of her?" Dean asked after a few seconds. He turned back to the road when it was obvious that Sam was going to answer the question.

"You mean, do I think she killed her farther?" Sam answered. He knew how to read between the lines that Dean drew. It wasn't hard, after all. He'd known him for most his life. After being in constant contact with his brother for six months, with no other constant companions had pulled them together again.

"Sure." Dean answered the question, although didn't really know if his brother was waiting for an answer.

"I don't know Dean. She seemed pretty cut up about he dad's death." Sam considered that it may have been the cause of Alex's radical changes in emotion. It wasn't everyday someone just decided to kill another, let alone a family member. Generally, they just severed all ties to them, and moved interstate, wherever possible.

Just as he'd done. And look where it'd gotten him.

"What I want to know is: who is she?" Sam knew the question was rhetorical, but he also knew how his brother thought, to a point.

"You think dad may have come across her parents?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged. It was possible. They were looking for a human, one with telekinetic powers. The upside was they had managed to cut it down to three people. The bad part was they had no idea which of the three it could be. Truthfully, they'd only talked to one of them, but it hadn't been very insightful.

"What do we do now, Sammy?" Dean used his brother's hated nick name for the fun of it. He was getting bored, but that was fairly obvious. Sam wondered if he considered anything fun, aside from the obvious, annoying him and killing supernatural things.

"It's Sam." Dean laughed at the expected response before listening to the other part. "I was thinking about these classes of Alex's. She's obviously really got them, so what are they?" Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"How do you know they're real?" he questioned. Sam looked at his brother. He was surprised that he knew more then his brother, but then, he knew Dean didn't like hunting people. The supernatural was easer. He understood that. The supernatural had patterns, weaknesses. Although, most the time, they were more dangerous then people, they were easer to predict. They were creatures of habit, enslaved to their instincts.

"If they weren't real, she wouldn't have yelled out about them in front of everyone else." Sam answered his brother easily, and a bit smugly, although he tried to stop that coming through. Dean noticed it, but didn't begrudge his brother that. They'd been like that for a while now, it wasn't like Dean didn't do it right back.

"Ok genius, what are the classes?" Dean shot back.

"I don't know but I sure as hell intend to find out."

A/N: A big thanks to Havz, mrs. sam winchester, artzegrrl6 and VeekaIzhanez!

till next time

Kia

-Jasper's Imaginary Friend