Darcey and Sam were having a good time. Actually, they were having fun, and Sam hated to admit that. It felt like weeks since he'd last smiled, years since he last laughed. Darcey was witty, and engaging, and very easy on the eyes. Sam wasn't normally one to throw caution to the wind, but when Darcey mentioned the two of them leaving together, he went for it. Dean was always leaving him to hook up with some random barfly, it was Sam's turn. Besides, Dean and Darcey's friend had spent the entire night together. He'd bet dollars to donuts that Dean had convinced her to join him in their motel room.

"Give me one minute. I've got to check on my friend," Darcey whispers in Sam's ear, wandering off to make a phone call. She had noticed Alex stand up and move away from Dean, which was her signal to get Sam out the back door, and back to the only motel in town. They had a limited amount of time to make it happen.

"Hello?"

"Our room or theirs?" Darcey asks Alex.

"You take theirs. Just make sure you make it out without his brother seeing you. I'll meet you back at the motel. And Darcey, behave. I've got to go."

Darcey hangs up the phone, and checks the exit, making sure it's clear, leaning around the corner, scanning for Sam. As soon as he spots her, he heads her way.

"The lot was crowded when we arrived, so Alex parked out back. I would hate to get more wet than I need to."

"No problem. Out the back it is." Which was such a Dean move, Sam surprised himself. Darcey hands him the keys to the SUV, sliding herself into the passenger seat. When Sam lifts an eyebrow at her, she answers "I hate to drive."

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"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that," Dean says to Alex, startling her out of the past.

"And how exactly would you like me to look at you?" Alex asks, turning to scan the room for Darcey. Their plan for the evening had been to divide and conquer, and Darcey looked like she was enjoying herself, laughing and flirting with Sam Winchester. She turns back to Dean, blinking.

Dean shrugs. When Alex looked at him, it was like she knew every thought in his head. It didn't help that her eyes...burned, for lack of a better term. They were the darkest brown he'd ever seen, with bright amber flecks that glowed in the low bar lights. "Like you know me. I wish you wouldn't look at me like you knew me."

"I'm sorry, Dean. It was nice to meet you." Alex gathers herself, and moves to leave the bar. Dean stares dumbfounded after her. He was off his game, and he hated to admit it. An evening spent drinking with a woman, and she was walking out on him?

"Alex, wait," Dean follows Alex out of the bar, and stands staring at her under the small balcony. She turns to face him in the rain, the heavy downpour plastering her dark hair to her face and shoulders.

"Shit. My car's gone." Alex turns to her acting skills. On this type of night, she wasn't really acting. The rain was making her irritable, and she may have had one more drink than was a good idea.

"Come back inside, you'll get sick," Dean surprises himself with the comment. That was a definite Sam moment, if ever he had one.

"Darcey must have taken it," Alex walks back toward the bar. "Sometimes, I don't know what gets into her."

Dean holds the door open for her, and follows her in. Alex looked tiny, with her dark wet hair, and tank plastered to her. He couldn't help but stare; it hugged all her curves. "You've known each other for a while?" Dean takes off his jacket, draping it around her shoulders, and surprising each of them.

"Since we were 16." Alex pulls out her phone, pressing a few buttons. "Yes, I need a cab company, please. Thank you."

"I can take you home. Or where ever." Dean looks sheepish. It was last call, and the bar was thinning out. He didn't see his brother or Alex's friend, guessing that they had taken off together. Way to go, Sam. You get the hot chick, and I get...what? Dean thinks to himself.

"I can't. I barely know you."

"We've been talking for hours."

"About not very much."

"OK then, my friend left with your friend."

"There is that." Alex stares a little longer at Dean, then hangs up her phone. "Just so you know, I don't make it a habit of letting strange men pick me up in bars."

Dean smiles at Alex, leading her out of the bar, and to the Impala. He smiles even larger when he sees the look of appreciation on Alex's face. Alex slides in, enjoying the feel of the leather beneath her palms. Now this was a car.

*************

10 days ago

"As you may well be aware, we are heading toward the end of days," Zachariah says. He had transported them all to a place a bit warmer, without rain. Darcey and Alex didn't like it, being in the middle of the Washington woods one moment, and then standing on a quiet balcony overlooking a bay the next. But when an angel, an honest to God angel, touched you and sent you there, what were you going to do? "The fate of all human kind rests in the hands of two brothers. The brothers Winchester, to be exact."

"And what does that have to do with us?" Alex asks. In tense situations, they had agreed that Alex would speak for them. Darcey would get flustered, reverting to French, or bored, and resort to violence.

"I am getting to that. You humans are all alike. So impatient. As I was saying, these brothers are fated to fight one another. Should one win, it will be heaven on earth. Should the other win, it will be hell. I am telling you this so you know just how important this job I am giving you is." Zachariah was so sure of himself, so positive this would be an excellent plan. Humans, as a whole, were greedy. Throw a little money their way, and they would do anything. Oh, sure, there were the religious zealots, who would do anything if you followed it with "and thus, God commanded." But these women were just a little different, a combination of greed, religion, and something else.

"Should you finish this job, you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. Think about, Alexandra. You will have limitless resources, to put away endless wrong doers. And Darcey, you can retire. Live in a condo in Manhattan, like you always dreamed. All to perform one simple job."

"In our experience, the things that seem too good to be true normally are," Alex says. Neither she nor Darcey had fully relaxed; their guns were still drawn, if not aimed. "What exactly is it that you want us to do?"

Zachariah looks at the women, the same satisfied smile on his face. "It's very simple, really. I want you to find Dean and Sam Winchester."

Darcey and Alex look at each other, then at Zachariah, in confusion. "If we understand you correctly, you want us to find two men? That you, as an angel of the Lord, cannot find? And what if we say 'no'?" Darcey asks. Before she can finish, Zachariah is in her face.

"You will say yes, because if you are not with us, you are against us. And if you are against us, then you shall pay with your lives." he says, in his most angelic, scary voice. This same ultimatum was being made to people all over the country. It was only a matter of time before Sam and Dean were found. "You will find the Winchesters, and you will not let them out of your sight until I tell you to do so."

With that, Alex and Darcey find themselves standing outside of their car in the cold rain.