"Has anything tried to attack yet?" Alunni shook her head.

"A couple of hunters showed up wanting to know why we were closed, and I told them you were out of town helping a friend on a case. We'll probably get a lot of crap for it once we open back up again..."

"If they don't like it, they can go to Hêll." Alunni's eyes widened. "I'm not gonna take any more crâp from any more hunters, especially the bums that come to hide out here." I could almost feel Sam and Dean's eyes on me as I said that, but I didn't care. "How are we on supplies?"

"Liquor and food, we have enough to last for months...We need normal stuff to drink though, unless you wanna get drunk every time you get thirsty."

I stood and remarked "That wouldn't be so bad by this point." I walked out the front door of the roadhouse, and waited outside the door for the inevitable argument that would ensue next.

There was some commotion inside and Dean walked out a few moments later, keys in hand. He spun and saw me standing right beside the doorway and I said "We ready to go?"

"What? You knew they'd make me take you?"

"I knew someone was going to argue that I couldn't go into town by myself, even to go shopping. So, are we going?"

Dean grumbled as I followed him to his Impala and we got in. I held my breath as I sat back against the seat, and he looked at me oddly. "Aren't you supposed to be taking a crâpload of pills everyday to make sure your back doesn't hurt?"

I nodded. "I have a high tolerance for drugs, remember? They only dull the pain, not erase it completely...Besides, I'm not one for taking drugs anyway."

"You're not one for a lot of things." I shrugged and he started up the car. "I hope you know I'm not bankrolling this trip...I've spent enough dâmn money here."

"Well, someone's in a bad mood...Hasn't drinking my liquor in the middle of the night been satisfying you?" When Dean didn't respond, I chuckled. "You're not exactly quiet, you know...I'm not pissed, it's not like we don't have 80 more bottles in back. Just don't go ripping through all the good stuff, 'cause then we'll have to fight."

"Are you kidding? I can't fight a cripple, it's not fair." I gasped and smacked Dean's arm and he laughed.

"And here, I thought you were a gentleman that wouldn't fight a woman..."

"I won't hit one, but if you start fighting with me, it's only right that I kick your âss."

"Oh really?! When I'm all healed up, we'll see who kicks whose âss then...With my superior training and experience, it shouldn't be a surprise who wins."

"You're right...It'll be an easy victory for me." He laughed as I hit him again.

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Once we were in the nearest Walmart pushing our way through the crowds, I was a little less enthusiastic about being there.

"Have I ever told you that I hate crowds...Ugh..." I shuddered as we passed a particularly large group of large people. "Please kill me if I ever get like that."

Dean smirked and pushed our cart ahead. We only had a few things, some stuff to drink and some clothes to replace my burned ones, but my persisting limp made it hard to carry everything in a basket.

"Why don't you buy one of these?" Dean grinned like an idiot and pointed to a lacey bra we walked by.

"Besides the fact that I can't wear one yet, I don't need lace to show off."

"Can't wear one...Really?" I pulled my jacket tighter around me and he laughed. "Relax, I'm kidding...mostly." I groaned and led him to one of the registers.

The woman there began to scan our items and asked "Do you and your husband have any coupons today?"

"No, no coupons..." I looked beside me at Dean's slightly horrified face and elbowed him. He jerked and the horror turned to a nervous smile. "I pulled out the wad of cash I'd brough along and said to him "Would you mind carrying our things, dear?"

"Of course not...Alessa." I rolled my eyes and paid the woman, who gave us a smile and a wave as we walked away. In a low tone, Dean asked "What the hêll was that?!"

"I was acting the part, deal with it."

"But us being married?!"

"Don't take it so literally. Would you rather me correct her and make us both look suspicious? You're already on the run."

"Well...give me a little warning next time." I scoffed.

"Sure...How about I buy us matching rings to wear the next time we go out?I'll even make sure they're gold."

"Nah, I prefer silver."

"Of course..." We got to his Impala and I sat our bags on my lap for the ride home. When we did get going, I said "You should definitely let me drive this car one of these days..."

"My baby? Nah, I'm the only one that drives her."

"Hey, I have my baby too, remember? Of course, she's really ostentatious, so she sits in the garage most of the time...So I wanna take a crack at yours. I promise I won't scratch her."

Dean chuckled. "Maybe...first let's get this stuff back to the roadhouse."

It was only a short drive back, but when we saw Alunni standing outside with my Black Widow in her hands, I knew something was wrong.

Dean jumped out and shouted. "What's wrong?! Are Sam and Cas okay!?"

"They're fine...I tried to call you Marilyn, but you left your phone here." I looked at her oddly as I pulled myself out of the car. "We got a call on the roadhouse phone. He sounded like one of the regulars, but then he started asking about Dean and Sam, and the angel...I think it was a demon or something."

I grumbled. "It could've been...Or it really was one of our regulars, and the demons tipped them off that the Winchesters are hiding out here. They know the place will be protected, so only humans will be able to enter...Shît!" I hobbled forward and almost fell, but Dean caught me by the arm and held me up. "We have to get ready."

"I know...Rosina, you go get some more weapons, with some rubber rounds if there are any...We won't kill anyone that we don't have to."

"What?! Marilyn, what is he talking about!?"

"If the demons tipped off the hunters that Sam and Dean are here, then they will shop up, with weapons of their own...Forget the rubber rounds, just get me my M24." Alunni went inside and Dean helped me hobble in as well. His brother and Castiel were waiting inside, and I said "Well, am I the only one that's surprised by today's news?"

I sighed when there was no response. I turned to Dean and said "If you have a powerful weapon, I suggest you get it now." Alunni came with my M24 sniper, already loaded and ready. "We have some hunters on the way."

I went through the back into Alunni's room, where there was the fold down ladder that led to the roof. I had a hard time making it up the ladder, especially with Alunni standing beneath me going "Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine..." I heaved myself up the few rungs and pushed open the trap door onto the roof. The late afternoon sun hurt my eyes, and I had to take a few moments before I pulled myself the rest of the way onto the roof. Alunni popped her head out of the trap door and I said "Whichever one of the Winchester boys is better with their rifle, tell them to get up here."

5 minutes later, there was no guess as to which one it was.

Dean climbed up with a Remington 700 in hand, which was the same as what I had, minus all the military modifications.

"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" He shrugged.

"Who would really want to?" I rolled my eyes.

"Quit trying to play yourself, and set up over there." He chuckled as he went to the South-facing side of the roof and set his weapon up. "You actually good with that thing, or did Alunni tell you to come up here?"

"Oh, I'm good with it, don't you worry. I'm good at everything I do."

I was distracted from the serious moment and laughed hysterically.

"What...is with you today?! You're like a perverted little teenager...I think you need laid."

Dean chuckled and asked "Is that an offer.?"

"Would you accept?"

He looked like he was about to say something, but I saw movement through my scope and raised a hand. "I can see them...Come over here and look." He brought his gun to me and I focused in on the area I was looking at. "Can you see them?"

"Yeah...Those really your regulars coming to kill us?"

"At least two of them are...Won't they get a hoot when they find out who I am." In the far off distance, we could both see the pickup truck approaching at a clip with two in the cabin and three more riding in the bed. The two in the cabin I recognized, because they came into the roadhouse at least once a week to drink and play pool. I remembered winning money from them more than once.

"Sorry if you get killed...You did have fair warning when we got here though."

"Don't go apologizing like it's goodbye...I've almost died and you have died, so there's no way a couple of humans are gonna take us down that easily."

I watched through my scope as they got closer and closer, but the truck stopped and slowed about 500 yards down the long, empty road. Dusk was rolling in so I switched to nightvision, and could see them making a phone call.

I could hear the roadhouse phonee ring downstairs and Alunni brought it up to me, and I asnwered with a remote "What do you want, Dale?"

There was a moment of silence before he asked "How do you know it's me?"

"Because I'm watching you make this phone call, you fat fûck. Now what do you want?" I watched him spin and look out his truck windows and said "Answer the dâmned question."

"Me and the boys heard you have the Winchesters holed up there...Now you know they have a price on their heads, and we're comin' to collect. We'd really appreciate it if you and that Rosina wouldn't get in the way, but we'll hurt you if we have to."

I cackled and Dean looked at me oddly. "I just spent the last two weeks hunting and killing three dragons, and healing from injuried that would've killed anyone else...You come and try to get Sam and Dean, but I promise you won't survive."

I hung up and watched through my scope as Dale argued with his hunter buddies, and their truck started moving again.

I sighed and said to Dean "They just don't know how to quit, do they?"

"Guess not...Sure you want to do this?"

"No different from killing a monster..."

I wrapped my finger around the trigger and aimed right at Dale's face, but decided to go for and all-in-one shot. I moved my aim to the truck's engine, which was easy considering how much slower it was moving than before it had stopped.

I squeezed the trigger and the bullets barely made a noise as they exited the barrel and suppressor and whizzed through the evening air.

There was a lot more noise as they punched holes in the truck hood and engine, and Dale lost control of the truck and it turned and flipped on its roof, immediately crushing the four men that had been riding in back.

I stood and swore Dean looked the tiniest bit worried, but he covered it up with "You got off like three shots before I did even one...That a part of your Marine training too?"

"Kill 'em hard, kill 'em fast. My motto." We made our way back down the ladder, me very slowly again, and trekked the 450 yards or so down the road.

As we walked, Dean asked "Did that not bother you at all?"

"What?" He looked astounded.

"We just blew away 6 people...6 human people...That doesn't affect you at all?"

"Of course it affects me...but they were going to attack us, and I had no choice. I'm not going to let guilt get in the way of a justified killing."

In truth, killing those men hadn't really affected me at all. Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't feel bad for doing it.

By the time we reached the overturned truck, I was heaving for breath. My scarred lungs hurt each time I breathed, and my head swm from lack of oxygen. I ignored it though, and kept moving forward.

Dale, not surprisingly, was the only survivor, and we found him struggling to pull himself out of the truck window. His large stomach was caught, though, and he was stuck.

He looked up and saw us and asked "Marilyn? What are you doing here? And with him!"

I kneeled down and said "The thing is, my real name's not Marilyn...It's Alessa." At his shocked expression, I almost laughed. "Yup, I've been hiding in plain sight the whole time. I've also been strapped down to a hospital bed because I lost the skin off my back, and here you come, trying to kill the very boys that've been taking care of me."

"Marilyn...Alessa, it's not my fault! The Demon King put a price up on them, and also promised to keep his kind outta this town if we got rid of them..!"

I looked up at Dean. "Demon King?"

"Crowley...Just a high-up doûchebag that has it out for us. He's one of the ones lookin' for Cas."

I looked back at Dale. "Well Dale, I suggest you tell your Demon King that he isn't getting the Winchesters or the angel now or ever, because I'm keepin a close watch on them. Actually, you can just tell him when you get downstairs." I blasted off a shot with my rifle and Dale's head literally blew off.

I stood and wiped a bit of blodd from my face and said "Get your angel buddy over here to poof all this stuff away...I don't feel like burying anybody tonight." Dean complained as I turned and walked back towards my roadhouse.

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(Dean's PointOfView)

There's somethin' not right about Alessa."

"What do you mean? She seems fine to me." I wanted to hit my brother. he was a good hunter, but dâmn could he be dense sometimes.

"'Fine' isn't blowing away 6 hunters, one right in front of my face, and being completely okay with it. Don't you think that's a little weird?"

"Some people are just more used to killing, Dean. Look at us."

"Yeah, but we don't go around killing our own kind and then drink a beer to celebrate." Alessa was inside with her bartender friend Rosina, drinking. "And another thing...why doesn't she tell anyone who she is? That's pretty dâmn suspicious too."

"We don't tell anyone who we are either. Do you remember Charlie? She had like 8 different personas that she used, and we didn't even know half of them. Some people are just more...paranoid than others."

"Paranoid isn't the word for it...She keeps her identity a secret, has an entire arsenal in her basement, and goes around killing people like it's nobody's business...I'm telling you, she has to be on the run or something."

"Either that, or she's Batman." Was my little brother an idiot? "Come on Dean, just let it go."

"Yeah, I'll let it go when she tells me what's really going on here."