This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.
I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and other non-recognizable characters) and I do not own any of the storylines.
Chapter 3: The Show Must Go On
"So, where are we headed?" asked Alex.
She was stretched out in the backseat of Dean's car, a Chevy Impala. Dean was driving, while Sam was in the passenger seat.
"Jericho, California," answered Sam.
He passed back the folder containing all of the information. Alex grabbed it from him, glanced over it, and then threw it down onto the floor.
"Well, let me know when we get there."
She closed her eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.
Alex was jolted awake when they stopped for gas a few hours later. Dean was inside at the counter and Sam had his door open, looking through Dean's tapes as he stretched his legs.
"Morning."
He looked at Alex as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Dean came out of the store then and walked over to his car. He held up a bag of Cheetos and a two-liter of Coke.
"Hey. You want some breakfast?" he asked, looking between his siblings.
Alex scrunched up her face in disgust and shook her head.
"No, thanks," said Sam, scoffing.
Alex leaned her arms on the back of Dean's vacated headrest.
"What are you looking at, Sammy?"
"Dean's tape collection, which you need to update," Sam said to Dean as Dean entered the car.
"Why?" asked Dean.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two… Black Sabbath? Metallica? Motorhead? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
Alex laughed and Dean glared at her through his rear-view mirror. Sam shut his door then and they pulled out of the gas station with Dean cranking up AC/DC.
When they saw the seven miles to Jericho sign, they also saw police cars.
"Check it out."
Dean slowed the Impala to a stop on the side of the road and took the keys out of the ignition after placing it in park. He grabbed some fake F.B.I. badges from the glove compartment, told Alex to stay in the car, and got out with Sam.
The two Winchester brothers walked onto the bridge in front of them. They walked over to a couple of police officers.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" asked Dean.
The two local police officers looked up from their inspection of the dead man's car.
"Who are you?" asked one.
"Federal Marshals."
Dean and Sam showed their badges.
"You two are a little young to be Marshals, aren't you?"
"That's awfully kind of you. You did have another one like this, correct?" asked Dean, inspecting the vehicle and ignoring the man's question.
"That's right. There have been others, too."
"What's the theory?" asked Sam.
"We don't have one."
Dean walked back over to Sam then.
"Thank you for your time, gentlemen," said Sam.
Dean and Sam walked away and began walking towards their car. Dean glanced up towards his car and his eyes narrowed.
"Son of a bitch," muttered Dean.
"Wha-? Oh."
Sam looked up and saw Alex a little too close to some guy.
"I'm gonna kill him," said Dean, walking forward swiftly.
"Be calm," said Sam, but Dean was too far gone.
Sam sighed and quickened his pace to catch up to Dean.
Alex was giggling as Johnny, some local teenager, was whispering in her ear and sliding his hand up her thigh. She looked over Johnny's shoulder and saw Dean barreling towards them, looking livid.
"Johnny, Johnny. You have to stop."
Alex pushed him away, but he still held onto her waist.
"Why, baby? We're having so much fun."
He grinned and went to kiss her once more, but he was suddenly yanked away by Dean.
"What the hell?"
Johnny looked over at Dean.
"Stay away from my little sister."
Johnny looked at Alex, then Dean, panic on his face. He stood up from the ground and quickly scampered away, glancing back at them only once before taking off into a full on run.
Alex glared at Dean and shoved past him to get into the car.
"C'mon, man, let's go," said Sam.
The brothers climbed into the car and went to find a motel, Alex glaring at Dean through his rear-view mirror the entire way to the motel.