Author's Note: Sorry for the long time between updates. Little bit of writer's block for it, but... hope this chapter makes up for it.
Sam sat on the couch, feeling a little woozy. Okay, more than a little... He should have probably asked what he was taking--- he was never good with medication, and anything much stronger than an Excedrin Migrane knocked him on his ass. That's why he usually just took a shot of alcohol for the pain. Well, that, and Winchesters were well known for being champions of the drink. At any rate, here he was, barely able to keep his eyes open, his vision fuzzing and his brain starting to go blissfully blank as everyone else worked. He didn't even notice as Alex pulled a blanket over him, and softly began snoring.
"All right, he's obviously useless right now." Dean said, looking over at his little brother.
"Lay off; he's not feeling well." Alex said softly.
"Well, I've got some leads to check out, come on."
"Did you get me a fake ID that says over 21 yet?"
Dean winced. "You wouldn't pass for that--- probably not even when you are 21. Got the baby face."
"Yes, but they won't let me even come into some bars until you do." Alex reminded.
"All right," Dean said a bit reluctantly, "you stay here with Sam."
Alex nodded, flopping down next to her sleeping older brother.
"Listen to me," Dean whispered in her ear, "you don't move more than ten feet from him if you can help it, you hear me?"
Alex rolled her eyes at him, but, muttered, "Yeah, yeah..."
Two hours went by, and Sam's head had fallen onto Alex's lap by this time. She was engrossed in an marathon of Numb3rs, and wondered why she'd never seen this awesome show before now. Well, okay, hunting took up a lot of time, especially at night, but...
Charlie and Don... so mega-yum, and, she could see odd little parallels between them and her own brothers. Like, the little brother being the "genius/freak", the older one being the tougher, overprotective one. The period of three years being out of each-other's orbit because one brother was hunting bad guys, and the other was in pursuit of higher learning, so it took them far away from each-other, one being in New Mexico, and the other being in New Jersey... But, then, the older brother's hunting of bad guys was ultimately what brought them back together and closer than ever...
She caught herself gasp, though, when she saw a twist in a case, where Charlie found child pornography on a computer and was, understandably shaken... Tears actually stung her eyes when he and Don ended up fighting about it.
"You all right there?" Adam asked, peering closely at her.
Alex started, wiping her cheeks off furiously.
"Yeah, fine... just... stupid tv shows." she said. "Is there any popcorn?"
"Yeah, pantry." he said.
Alex slid Sam's head out from under her, frowning a little when he didn't even seem to notice, especially since his head made a little "thump" noise when it it the arm of the couch.
"Sorry, Sam." she said, biting her lower lip, then put a hand on the side of his head.
"I'm... gonna go be right back..." she said. "Dean should've been back by now, I'm going to call him..."
"Oh, there's no need to do that." Adam said, smiling at her, and it was suddenly a very eerie smile.
"Yes! Yes, there's a need! Dean has the car! I have to get him to a doctor!"
"He's fine--- he'll wake up... eventually. Depending on how many 'headache' pills he took... Most people take two, and judging by his height and weight---"
"You drugged him?!" she screeched, launching herself at him.
But, he merely caught her, and, with surprising strength, carried her over his shoulder to another part of the house...