Dean walked into Harvalle's with Sam and Alex, the case having been taken care of. A cold beer and whatever information Ash could find was definately what he was itching for. He tossed the folder back onto the bar.
"Done." he said. "All taken care of."
Ellen nodded. "Good, that's good. Thank you..."
Around this time, Ash came back out. "Hey, y'all came back."
"Yeah, finished early. Killer clowns." Dean said.
"Clowns?" Ash said, looking confused. "What the..."
Dean smirked. "Okay, so, what'cha got for us, dude?"
"Oh, yeah, c'mere." he said, plopping the computer down.
"Lemme see." Alex said, scrambling to get closer.
"Well, sure, li'l darlin'." Ash said, hefting her onto the stool next to him.
Alex smiled at Ash dreamily. She couldn't explain it, but something about him was absolutely fascinating. He was... well, good looking, and he smelled all manly... Her heart fluttered as he leant his elbow onto her shoulder.
"First time a guy's almost put an arm around me!" she thought excitedly to herself. "Maybe he likes me, too, a little... maybe he'll ask me out... Age difference doesn't matter to me..."
"Here, see there? Weather patterns omens... your daddy was one smart dude." he nodded. "But, I got it all configured into here, and nothin's popping up. But, it's got an alert on it. That sonvabitch touches down anywhere, I'm gon' know, and send ya straight to 'im."
"Right... thanks." Dean said, flicking a glance towards Alex. "All right, you got our cells. We gotta get back. Come on, bitsy-bit." he said, motioning for her.
Alex bit her lower lip, but hopped down. "Bye, Ash." she said wistfully, walking back outside with the boys.
Sam and Dean exchanged near-telepathic glances and got back into the vehicle. Sam didn't even ask to drive; Dean was definately more comfy driving, being in control, and that's what he wanted more than anything right now was for Dean to be less tense and in a good mood. But, there was a conversation he knew he should bring up...
"So... Alex... ah..."
"What?" Alex asked, looking at Sam quizzically. He was acting all weird...
"Did Dad ever tell you anything about... guys?"
"Lord, you're not gonna have this conversation are you? Seriously?" Dean butted in. "With me in the car?"
"You're gonna make me do it by myself? No, you're stuck in it, too."
"Well, I do know more than you do..." Dean smirked at him.
"Shut up and let her answer, Jerk."
"Yeah, yeah... Bitch."
Alex looked back and forth at them, flushing. "Well, when I was eight I asked him where babies came from, and he started to tell me..." she said, crinkling her forehead a bit.
"Seriously? What'd he say?" Dean asked, flicking a glance towards her before turning back towards the road.
"He said 'when a man and woman really love each-other...' then kind of trailed off, and said, 'No, you know what? Boys are filthy, disgusting animals, and if one ever tries to touch you, punch him in the esophagus and then knee him in the grapes'. Then he said, 'oh, look, Bugs Bunny's on' and left the room."
Sam and Dean both started laughing at that. They laughed till their sides hurt and it was almost hard to breathe, and tears streamed down their faces. When they finally eased off, Dean reached out one hand to ruff her hair.
"Sounds like good advice to me." he said. "Pretty much what'cha need to know."
"Yeah... actually think I'm good with that, too." Sam said.
Alex huffed. "But, what if I want to go out on a date?"
"You can go on a date... when you're old enough." Sam assured her.
"When's that?" she demanded.
"About thirty five." Dean said from the driver's seat.