A few weeks later, a case led them back towards New York way again, and they stopped in to crash at the Russos loft for a night on their way towards... wherever their next case may be. Around mid-morning, as the boys were packing up the car, Alex came outside.

"We gotta wait till tomorrow morning to go."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her. "Why...?"

"Because, I have a date!" she said, all bouncy.

"No, you don't." Dean said, continuing to pack the car.

"No, seriously, Dean, a guy asked me out."

"Oh, I believe you. But you're just not going."

Alex pouted. "Come on..."

"Would you like some snacks for the road?" Theresa asked, walking out with Jerry.

"Yeah, sure." Sam nodded.

"You're not even going to consider it?" Alex persisted. "Come on, you guys date!"

"A date?" Theresa asked, looking at her interestedly.

"Yeah. One of Justin's friends asked me." she said, not noticing Justin walking past.

"Wait... what? One of my friends?!"

"Yeah, so?"

"I'd give him back, doofus." Alex said, hopping onto the top hood of the car.

"In what condition?" Justin muttered. "Anyway, it wasn't Zeke, was it?"

"The little Trekkie weirdo?" Alex asked distastefully.

"Why do people keep thinking that? He doesn't like Star Trek..."

"Um, because he goes around talking Klingon?"

"That's not Klingon." Justin huffed. "It's actually based on one of the alien translations from the Star Wars movies--- and, that's not really the point, is it?"

Alex shook her head, everyone looking at him incredulously. Justin flushed.

"Dean, if it's one of his friends, maybe we could consider it?" Sam said quietly.

Dean looked thoughtful. "Well, maybe... some wuss who'd be scared to make eye-contact, much less anything else..."

"Hey!" Justin protested, then sighed. "Okay, yeah, probably... Which one is it, anyway?" he asked her.

"Riley." Alex said.

"Riley?! That ape is not one of my friends--- that's just offensive."

"Then how come you guys were sitting on the couch together for like, 3 hours yester... ohhhhh! Sorry, I didn't realize..."

"Didn't realize wha--- No!" Justin huffed, his face turning bright red.

Dean and Sam, however, were finding the exchange amusing.

"He was here because without me he'd still be flunking math, history and Spanish 101."

"Ohhh... So, I can go, then, right?" Alex asked the boys again.

"No." Dean said.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna go with no, too."

"But, you guys just said..."

"Yeah, that was before."

Alex huffed, folding her arms across her chest. "You guys were younger than me on your first dates."

"I was, Sammy wasn't." Dean said gently.

"Oh, I think she's big enough." Theresa said gently. "And, I bet I could help her get ready..."

"Theresa, I think maybe you should stay out of it..." Jerry muttered, but, of course, she ignored him.

"But, she'd look so pretty in a dress for once... Maybe a little lip gloss..."

"No! No lip gloss... that makes the guy think he's getting to first base." Dean said.

Alex looked at him; maybe he was weakening.

"And, not a skirt--- you don't wear a skirt on the first date." Dean continued.

Alex grinned. "Okay, no skirt and no makeup."

"Right..."

Alex make a slightly girly noise and hugged him. "Thank you!" Then she turned around and gave Sam one as well. "Shopping money?"

"What? Uh, sure..." Sam said, pulling a small wad of bills out of his pocket.

"Okay, I'll be back." she said, walking off.

Dean looked at Sam. "What the hell just happened?"

"You caved, man."

"I caved? You gave her money!"

"You set ground rules, which is the same as agreeing for her to go!"

"I... oh, crap, I did, didn't I?" Dean groaned, dropping his forehead against three fingers and a thumb.

"She'll be fine." Theresa started.

"Fine? Fine? She's going out with some looser--- because, trust me, 98% of all women Sam and I have dated in her life have been one-nighter's, and that's just what she thinks of as 'normal'."

"Well, he might be a perfectly nice boy---"

"Teenage boys are not 'perfectly nice'; they're filthy!" Dean said firmly.

"That's not true; my Justin is a little gentleman!"

Justin dropped his forehead to his palm, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Ma..."

Sam and Dean exchanged amused looks.

"Going upstairs." Justin muttered, stomping up.

"Well, yeah, but whenever he gets over the piss-pants fear of the girls, trust me... You won't have cause to say that." Dean said with a slight smirk.

"No, trust me; I'm pretty sure he'd have to date a specific girl for a couple of months to get over that." Jerry said with a slight sigh...