Alex came downstairs, wearing a blue shirt, denim shorts and blue tights along with some high-top sneakers. Her hair was in a sort of sideways ponytail.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Change your shoes; put on the marching boots." Dean said, emptying a bag of weapons onto the couch.

"Those ones with the steel toe?" Alex asked with a slight frown.

"Yup. And... that yellow... spiderwebby... thing..."

"It's a wrap, and you said it looked silly."

"For hunting. And, it does; it would just be something to get you caught on twigs or something. But... for some guys... layers are a deterrent."

"Fine, but--- should you really have all of these in here?" she asked, fishing through her duffel for the boots.

"They need cleaning." Sam said innocently. "Good a time as any."

"Uh-huh... Okay, better?" she asked, buttoning up the crochetted bolero.

"Other than looking like Smurfette." Sam smirked, earning himself a punch in the arm. "Oh, come on... put on a little white hat and you're done.. ow..." he laughed, when she frogged him again.

"Seriously, though, you need to know some things." Sam said to her.

"Like..."

"Dudes are dirty minded; anything can be considered a 'signal' to them."

"Oh, yeah, like what?" Alex challenged.

"No crossing and uncrossing your legs." Dean threw out there.

"No batting your eyelashes." Sam added.

"No smiling." Dean said.

"No letting him hold your hand." added Sam.

"Guys, seriously? I think you can give me a little more credit." Alex huffed.

"Okay, now go wait upstairs." Dean said, gesturing.

"Why?"

"Because... that's what girls do." Sam said with a shrug. "You wait till we call you."

Alex looked at them suspiciously, but went back up... A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Theresa answered, opening it up and allowing Riley to come in. His eyes widened considerably when he saw the amount of weapons on the couch and coffee table, and the two large, muscular guys cleaning them off.

"You must be Riley..." Dean said, looking at him assessingly.

"Uh, yeah..." At Dean's frown, however, he cleared his throat. "Um, that is, yes, sir."

"Right. This is Sam, I'm Dean; we're Alex's big brothers."

"Ah, okay..." Riley responded, slightly worried.

"Our sister will be treated with respect." Sam said, flanking him on one side.

"As in, she is a lady, she will return a lady, or you will become a lady." Dean said, flanking his other.

Riley swallowed. "Right, of course."

The two men towering over him were obviously quite serious...

"Alex!" Theresa called nervously.

And, Alex came down the stairs, ready to leave on her first date.

"Have a good time, Cupcake." Dean said, sitting back down to check his chamber. "Just not too good."

Less than three hours later, Alex returned, and flopped onto the couch.

"So... how did it go?" Theresa asked excitedly.

"Well, it was fine, until the movie."

"What happened?" Dean demanded.

"Did that little twerp try something?" Sam asked.

"No... he peed himself!"

Max, from his chair, burst out laughing, and everyone else stared in shock.

"He... what?" Dean asked, trying not to laugh himself.

"Well, we were just talking, before the previews started, and his hand fell off of the armrest, and kind of brushed against my leg. Total accident, but, he acted like he'd gotten burned, and started freaking out, apologizing so hard he was stuttering, and started peeing down his leg!"

Sam winced, but Dean grinned like a champ. "See? We know how to handle this..."

Alex made a face at him, but he just put an arm around her. "It's not our fault you picked a wuss."

Alex considered this. "Okay, I'll give you that one, but, I didn't pick him; he asked me."

"You at least have fun before that?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Yeah, it was all right. I don't think I'd ever tried lamb before."

"Yeah, you have." Dean said. "Those gyros you like? That's in there."

"Oh, okay."

Jerry chuckled, and Theresa looked at him. "What?"

"It's just funny. She does the same thing you used to do to me when we were dating; order the most expensive thing on the menu."

"It's a good test." Theresa huffed a little defensively.

"For what?" Jerry asked.

"Well, obviously it worked, I married you!"

"Ready to go?" Sam asked.

And, Alex, nodded, standing up to go...