A/N: You know, this was totally going to be one hundred percent a just-for-fun random one-off with absolutely no relevant content for the main plot—I was even going to ask y'all if you wanted to see Sam and Dean's goofy reaction to Alex's fight at all, like, "Hey, would you enjoy that? It's completely irrelevant—absolute narrative excess," and determine whether or not to post it based on your response….

But I keep finding these little spots where I can throw in a little drama, and a little link to the plot, another Easter Egg, another foreshadow, another this, that, and the other thing….

And now it's necessary to post it, God dammit….

Appendix G

Section B

Alex Age 18

Who Needs PPV When There's YouTube and Smartphones?

Dean sat in the library, perusing an old tome that had stopped making sense about fifteen minutes ago. He was rather pleased when his brother walked in. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed his tired eyes to peer at Sam… who looked like a kid in a candy store, his phone in one hand and a tight but delighted grin on his face.

"What's up with you?" Dean asked.

Sam took a minute to respond. "So… you know how you were worried about Alex being around drunk meathead jocks at school?"

Dean's heart stopped and he readied himself to spring from his chair. "What happened?"

Sam held out a steadying hand and quickly said, "She's fine!" Then he paused as he leaned in slightly, a humorous light in his eyes. "But you should see the other guy."

"She was in a fight at school?" replied Dean, no longer panicking but still concerned. "And she told you and not me? Did I miss a text or something?" He snatched his phone off the table to check for missed messages.

"She didn't tell me," said Sam. "Someone filmed the fight for evidence and uploaded it to YouTube, and it went viral."

"What?"

"Yeah! It just popped up when I opened the app! 'College Woman Beats Up Huge Jock'," said Sam. "I asked Alex about it afterward. Apparently she and Jenna were at a party, and Jenna was dancing and this random guy started getting handsy, so Alex pulled him off her, and it just went from there."

"And she won?" asked Dean.

"No contest," replied Sam. "I'm not even sure he ever hit her. That's why she didn't tell us—she didn't think it was anything to write home about."

"Oh, I gotta see this," Dean said as he stood and walked over to his brother.

Sam held his phone out so they could both watch.

"What a load of pansy-ass liberal bull-crap!"

"It's not 'pansy-ass' to intervene when someone is being assaulted!"

"Who's that guy?" Dean asked.

"I think his name's Peter? He says it later in the video," replied Sam.

"Just want to know who I'm talking to. I'm Peter O'Connell."

"There it is," Sam and Dean said in unison.

"Jinx," said Dean without hesitation.

Sam glared at the ceiling in frustration. He whacked his brother in the shoulder with the back of his hand. Dean just chuckled quietly.

"Gary Larson."

"That's the bully?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah," replied Sam.

"Figures. Totally the type—full of hot air," said Dean. "Looks like he's spent most of his life intimidating people and getting away with it."

"Well, he's kind of a big guy; it probably works for him most of the time," said Sam.

"Yeah, he is big, isn't he…." Dean said it with a faint grimace of apprehension.

"Leave him be. He's not the one you need to worry about."

"Oh, them are fightin' words," said Dean.

"Also just the truth," said Sam, grinning again.

"No shit. Watching this, I'm not sure he has any real control of his body," Dean commented.

"I can assure you he does not," was Sam's reply.

"I've been in eight fights, and I've won them all."

"Yeah right," Dean scoffed.

"Right?" said Sam.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Go stand over there."

"What?"

"Yeah, go stand over there, Peter," said Dean. "Poor kid would get twisted into a pretzel."

"Sh, sh!" Sam tapped Dean's shoulder. "Listen! I love this part."

"How many times have you watched this?"

"Shh!"

Then Alex began her speech. "You know, Gary, I've been in a loooooot more fights than you. But I'll admit to this … So go ahead, Gary; challenge yourself. Take the first shot."

Then Sam pointed at the screen to the miniscule representation of Gary's head. "Look at his face! She nailed him! He knows she knows he can't take the heat!"

"Yeah, he does." Dean grinned.

"I don't hit women."

"So you'll grope us, but you won't hit us?"

"And feminist mic drop," Sam added.

Then as Gary walked away, Dean's face registered confusion. "What, do they not even fight?"

"Wait for it," said Sam.

"Micro dick."

Dean barked a laugh. Then he said, "Oh, shit," as Gary turned and charged. Dean braced himself for the impact he wouldn't be able to stop. He knew Sam wouldn't lie about Alex getting away unharmed, but every muscle in his body tensed anyway, including the knots in his stomach.

Then Alex threw all her friends clear of the fight and kicked Gary to the floor. Dean laughed so hard he pitched forward, immediately relieved.

"She literally kicked his ass!" he howled.

"I love how she got both her friends out of the way in opposite directions, and still got a hit in," said Sam jovially.

"Does he even get up?"

"Oh, yeah! Watch."

Then Gary swung his haymaker and Alex socked him in the stomach.

Dean absentmindedly rubbed his upper abdomen. "She's done that to me. She's really good at those."

"Yeah, me too," Sam almost winced at the memory. "Even when she's pulling her punches it hurts."

"She always looks so guilty when she does it, too," said Dean, smiling. "Like she honest to God didn't mean to hit us that hard."

"She meant to with this guy," quipped Sam.

They returned to the video in time to see Gary lamely kick at Alex, who dodged almost lazily.

"You've only ever kicked people on the ground, haven't you? It's harder up high like that."

"Oh my God, does she have him pegged," said Dean. "It's like she saw the fights he's been in."

"I mean, she has," said Sam. "Every kid who's been in middle school has seen that crap."

"That's true—HA!" Dean had to break for a laugh when Alex clocked Gary in the nose. "That's what you get for not guarding your face, dude."

"All these people you fought; was someone holding them down for you?"

"Yup," Sam and Dean said in unison.

"Jinx," said Dean.

"Oh my God, stop," replied Sam irritably.

Then Gary pulled his weapon.

"What is that thing?" asked Dean, squinting at the screen.

"Pocketknife," answered Sam.

"Oh, Jesus," said Dean, his nervousness returning. Then he couldn't resist a grin. "Oh, I know what's coming next."

"Yup," said Sam, his own smile on his face.

"I love it when she does this," Dean said under his breath.

"What are you going to do now, bi—,"

Alex knocked the knife free.

"Did he just call my daughter a 'bitch'?!" Dean sounded the angriest he had throughout the entire episode.

"No, he didn't," said Sam. "She shut him up before he could."

"You know what that was? My excuse."

"Get 'im, Alex," said Dean.

Both brothers emitted a series of "Ohs!" with each punch and knee Alex threw. Then Gary was on the ground.

"Yeah, baby girl!" Dean pumped a fist in the air. "What was that, three seconds?"

"Pretty much," said Sam.

"He's going to need some attention. Not the attention you were looking for, was it, buddy?"

Dean laughed again. "See, that's the thing. I've seen her fight, and fight at a way higher level with way worse assholes. What really impresses me with this guy is the trash talk."

"She put him down in so many ways," Sam laughed. "He will never be the same."

"I hope so," said Dean, returning to his seat. "Going around groping women willy-nilly? Nuh-uh. I don't care how drunk and stupid you are; that ain't right. He better have learned his lesson."

"No kidding," agreed Sam. "And if he doesn't… Alex is coming for him."

"Damn straight."

Dean leaned on the table, but he didn't return his attention to his book. Slowly his humor abated as he stared at the wood grain with a somber expression. Sam was headed out of the library when his brother spoke quietly.

"But what's coming for her?"

Sam stopped and turned back, looking curious. "What was that?"

"What's coming for her next?"

Sam sighed, tired of this broken record. "Dean, come on—,"

"She's not even through her first semester and she's been in a fight," Dean insisted. "And that's just lame-ass Gary. What's coming for her next?" He questioned his brother, and as much anger as was evident in his eyes, Sam could see the fear bubbling beneath.

"Well it sure as shit isn't Gary," said Sam.

Dean had to sniff a laugh and turn his attention away. But he still looked tense as his gaze burrowed into empty space.

Sam couldn't have this conversation again, and he knew it wouldn't help if he made the attempt. So he settled for a one-liner.

"On the off chance anything does come for her," he held up his phone, "clearly she can handle herself."

With that he turned and left.

Dean didn't reply. He knew Sam was right. And he knew Castiel had an eye on her, too. He wondered for a moment why the angel hadn't showed for this fight. He had a momentary flare of white-hot anger before he realized Cas might have sized up the situation and left it in Alex's hands. He was more confident of her skills than Dean was, and he had to scold himself for having the least faith in her of all the people she called family.

But none of them were her father.

He picked up his phone and tapped out a quick text.

Sam showed me the vid. Way to kick ass. Literally! That guy was a dick. But try to avoid any more fights. Be careful out there, baby girl.

He set his phone down and wearily rubbed at his eyes with a sigh. He tried very hard not to overthink what he'd just seen. The dangers she faced, supernatural and otherwise.

And then his phone buzzed.

Kinda figured you'd text soon. I'll keep my nose clean, don't worry. As long as no one messes with Jenna lol! Thanks, Dad.

Dean gave a quiet laugh as he read. He was tempted to tell her to not risk her life for her brand new roommate, but he knew that went against every Winchester instinct that existed. She'd fought to protect countless strangers on hunts. If she and Jenna were getting as close as it seemed, Alex would never leave her side if she needed help.

And for a fraction of a second all his anxiety was swept away in a wave of pride.

A/N: Tee-hee.

Well, what do you think? What's coming for her?