Three weeks had gone by, but, finally, Dean's car was fixed. He was in an impeccable mood. He and Sam were off on a hunt about severed heads. Yeah, he was just goofy happy about it. Alex, they had decided could visit the Russos for a few days, but that they would be checking in and getting back as soon as they possibly could. What none of them realized, was that this was a case that could change things forever...
Alex kind of liked learning about magic, but, she was never really a "school" person, and when Theresa and Jerry suggested her going to school with Justin, she balked.
"Am I like, gonna be in his classes?"
"He's a little older than you, sweetie, so probably not." Theresa assured. "But, since it's only for a week, if you'd feel better---"
"Mom!" Justin burst out.
Alex smirked. Twitchy was obviously starting to feel infringed upon.
"It's okay, Justin. I can handle myself."
"Good, mija; we're going to take you to Mr. Larrytate and he'll place you in the temporary classes to supplement the homeschooling while you're here."
Alex followed Theresa and Jerry, surprised when Justin came along too.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Larrytate's kind of creepy." he whispered back. "Just thought I'd come make sure you weren't all creeped out--- Mom and Dad can be a little obvilious at times."
Alex gave him a half smile in surprise. "Wow... thanks..." she whispered.
Justin nodded, and they walked in. Alex, however, being used to facing all manner of monsters, wasn't sure that she couldbe "creeped out". However, upon meeting Larrytate...
"Well, don' worry, I'll take good care of the little filly!" he said, placing one leg up on his desk--- much higher than a man of his stature should have been able to, and it showed, as he wobbled slightly. "Keep an extra eye on her in my ol' corral."
Alex cringed. No, no, no...
"Um, excuse me..." she said in a very weak sounding voice. "I think... I have to go home now."
All of the adults turned and looked at her in concern.
"What is it, Alex?" Jerry asked, eyeing her.
"I... have bubonic plague! Yep, bubonic plague, that's it!"
Justin smacked himself on the forehead, but couldn't help smirking at the attempt.
"Aw, she's just a little jittery..." Theresa said, smoothing out Alex's hair. "She's been home-schooled mostly up to now."
"Home-schooled, eh?" Larrytate asked with interest.
Alex nodded, eyeing this man with distrust. "Yes. My older brothers." she said with a defiant tilt of her chin, as if daring him to argue that it didn't count or something. "Sam went to Stanford."
"Impressive. Don't worry there, little filly... we'll make sure you don't get too overwhelmed."
Alex cringed. If this guy didn't stop with the cowboy stuff that he sowasn't pulling off, she just might turn him into something... like a match for that one really, really tacky ceramic oversized boot on his desk...
On Thursday morning, when Alex came down the stairs to go back to that... school... she had a surprise waiting downstairs for her.
"Sam! Dean!" she grinned, rushing at them. "Oh, I missed you, I--- Whoa, hunt was rough, huh?"
Both Sam and Dean had bruised faces, but Dean's hands, they looked swollen, his knuckles raw. And, Sam appeared to have some sort of injury on his arm as well.
"Sit down." Sam said, gesturing to the couch. "We... had an interesting case..."
"Okay." she said, eyeing them.
"We met vampires who were hippie vegetarians." Dean said with a snort.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, they were not--- they just didn't eat people. They substituted cows."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dean said dismissively.
Sam smiled. "See, we kind of got into the whole discussion on just 'cause it's supernatural doesn't make it evil."
"Ahhh." Alex said.
"But, we met a hunter, who may be a problem sometime later."
"Doubt it. He's still back there, tied to a chair, sitting in his own mess. You really think he'd be stupid enough to cross us again?"
"Wait--- you left someone tied up? Just left them?" Jerry demanded.
"Easy there, Chief; I'm gonna call somebody... tomorrow, or maybe the next day. They'll come let him out. He's not gonna die or nothin'."
"But, you can't just do something like that!" Jerry insisted. "It isn't... right!"
Sam looked at Jerry nervously, making a "let it go" motion with his hand at his throat.
"Maybe I should have killed the son of a bitch, put him out of his misery, then?"
"Ki--- No!"
"Dude, don't get all judgemental on me. I let him live, because I have a rule against killing humans. However, I don't have a rule against people getting what they deserve, and he deserves way worse than he got." Dean said, standing up. "You weren't there! You didn't hear him--- see what he did!"
Jerry nodded. "Right, you're right..."
"Damn right I'm right! That guy was seriously jacked! He killed his own sister because she got turned by a vamp! You don't do that... you... you take care of family. That's your job. You find them a nice basement to stay in during the daytime, maybe make a deal with a night janitor at the Red Cross office! You don't gank family members... You just... don't..." Dean said with a sickened look. "Besides, he threatened Sammy." Dean said, as if that completely sealed it. "Injured him." Dean growled, fingers curling around the back of the couch tightly. "You know, I really shouldn't have just left him, I should have---"
"Dude. Easy. Sit down." Sam said gently.
"Oh, don't pull that Dr. Phil crap on me." Dean grumped.
"There's pie on that table?" Sam said instead, gesturing.
"Ooooh, pie..."