A/N: Hey, look! It's one of those rare chapters that contains only non-canonical characters! Whaaaaat?!

OR IS IT?

Anyways, here's a little two-chapter one-off appendix that's sorta irrelevant.

OR IS IT?

Now, I will warn you, this one is a bit violent. I mean, it's Supernatural; a fight scene is inevitable and the story's a little incomplete without a few of those, you know? Plus it actually sets up a LOOOOOT of stuff, so brace yourself and muscle through!

TW: Sexual assault (brief), bullying, physical violence

[Also, goes without saying, but gonna say it anyway; don't try this at home.]

Appendix G

Section A

Alex Age 18

Sprite, Whiskey, and a Maraschino Cherry

"Hey!"

Alex turned to see who owned the unfamiliar voice that had just shouted a greeting over the pounding music.

He landed in the middle. That was the absolute best way to describe him. The way he presented himself was slightly nerdy, with dark hair that curled in every direction and could be called neither long nor short, and a pair of glasses that didn't sit in quite the right spot on his nose. However, it was obvious that the bone structure of his face was symmetrical, and both sharp and soft at the same time. He was not particularly tall, but you couldn't call him short, either, probably hanging around five foot eleven. He was thin, but not gangly, and although he hunched a little, it was clear he was broad-shouldered. He wore an argyle sweater vest over a dress shirt, but the rolling up of his sleeves made the look seem almost cool. His expression suggested he was friendly and confident, but at the same time she could spot a little bit of nervousness from coming up to talk to her.

She immediately liked him.

"Hey!" Alex shouted a reply. "This party is really loud!"

"I know, right?!" he said. "It's the first one I've been to! I don't think I want to go to another one anytime soon!"

"Same!" said Alex. "I'm used to the quiet! Most of the time!"

"I'm Peter!"

"Alex!"

They shook hands.

"I hear Sarah's friend, Miles, makes really good mocktails! Do you want one?!"

Alex looked around at the would-be mixologist in the corner peddling red plastic cups. She could see the bag full of shooters on the floor behind him.

She turned back to Peter. "I don't think there's a lot of 'mock' in those!"

"Really?!" Peter looked over at Miles, looking surprised but doubtful.

Alex pointed at the bag on the floor just as Miles pulled something small out of it, keeping it tucked discreetly in the palm of his hand… until he obviously poured it into a drink.

"Wow," said Peter. "I guess it's true what they say about college!"

"In the two and a half months I've been here, I have found that to be the case!" replied Alex.

"You're a freshman, too!" said Peter.

"I am!"

"Okay, I was bawling two weeks in! How about you?!"

Alex had to laugh at this unashamed honesty from the young man she had just met. "You know, I kind of was, too! Called my uncle and everything!"

"It's super stressful!"

"Really!"

"You called your uncle?!" Peter asked. "Not your mom or your dad?!"

"Well, he's done the whole college thing and my dad hasn't, so he knows what it's like. And I don't have a mom, so!" Alex shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Oh, no! It's okay! I was five months old when she died!"

"Still, that's hard growing up without a mom!" It was odd how Peter was sympathetic without showing pity.

"Well, I had an adoptive mom for a little while, when I was really young!" said Alex. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "It's a long story!"

"I'm available to listen!" said Peter. "Are you sure you don't want something to drink?! Maybe I can get Miles to leave out the lighter fluid!"

"Don't worry about it! My roommate is actually grabbing a couple right now!" replied Alex. "And speak of the Devil!"

Jenna appeared at Alex's elbow, toting two cups.

"Here you go!" she piped as she handed Alex one of the beverages. It was not difficult for her to speak over the noise of the party, seeing as she was generally loud on a daily basis, and the high pitch of her voice cut through the clutter of chitchat and bass thumping.

"What did you get me?!" Alex asked, looking at the strange concoction in the vessel.

"Sprite with a cherry… and a little some'in' some'in'," she added in a whisper that carried to everyone within fifteen feet.

Alex looked down at the liquid again, noticing that it was a pale beige color. She looked back at Jenna knowingly. "Is the 'little some'in some'in'' whiskey?!"

"Maaaaaybe!" Jenna said suggestively.

"Sprite, whiskey, and a maraschino cherry," said Alex. "Who suggested that to you?!"

"I thought it up!" Jenna seemed proud of her idea.

"Have you ever had whiskey?!" Alex asked.

"No! That's why I chose it—I've always wanted to try it!"

"And you mixed it with Sprite?!"

"Sprite makes everything better!"

"You believe that with your whole heart, do you?!"

"Yes, I do!" Jenna gave little stomp of her foot with such enthusiasm it made Alex chuckle.

"All right, then! You first," said Alex.

Jenna took an enthusiastic gulp. Immediately, she coughed and gagged, turning away and doubling over. Alex tried not to laugh too hard at her roommate's discomfort, feeling a little guilty that she could have prevented it.

"Oh my God!" Jenna sputtered. "That's awful! And it burns! What the Hell?!"

"Okay, now I'm curious," Alex said mostly to herself.

She casually took a swallow. It was not a pleasant sensation. None of the flavors went together at all and it made her scrunch up her face briefly at the combination.

"Yup, that is bad!" she agreed with Jenna. "And that is cheap whiskey! Not even the good cheap whiskey that is better than you expect, like the really cheap crap!" She turned to Peter and pointed to credit him. "Like you said; lighter fluid!"

"And it burns!" Jenna insisted.

"Eh, a little!" Alex shrugged.

"A little?!" Jenna looked surprised.

"Yeah! A little!" Alex nodded.

Then she turned to Peter again and proffered the drink. "Do you want to try some?!"

Peter glanced at the cup, then back up at Alex. "Do I?!"

"Yeah, you kinda do!" said Alex wryly. "It is an experience!"

Peter dared to take the cup from Alex. He raised it to his nose.

"Don't sniff it!" Alex instructed.

Peter looked even more trepidatious now. Nonetheless, he screwed up his courage and took a cautious sip. Upon tasting the concoction he went very still, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his mouth with a hand as he returned the cup to Alex. His quiet but severe reaction made her laugh as she took the drink back.

"Okay, let me get rid of these!" said Jenna, reaching for Alex's drink.

"Hang on! I want that cherry!" Alex reached into the liquid with thumb and forefinger and snagged the little, red bauble.

Just then, a new tune started playing and Jenna's face lit up with excitement.

"Oh my God! I love this song!" she screeched.

Then she was off to the dance floor (or rather, the area that had been randomly chosen as the best place to dance), setting the drinks down on a table as she went. She found an open spot and threw her hands up in the air, whipping her hair and her hips as wildly as she could in time with the music.

Alex said to Peter, "I love her!"

Peter laughed. "She's a character! What was her name?!"

"Jenna!"

"You two seem really different, but you seem to get along well!"

"She kind of gets under your skin!" said Alex. "She's so enthusiastic and honest! She says what she's thinking all the time. Just doesn't seem to give a fuck, you know?!"

"I get that! It's refreshing!" said Peter.

"I don't know what she sees in me!" Alex continued. "When we met, she kept saying how strong I was, but still friendly! Maybe she likes that I don't really take any shit from anyone!"

"Your 'won't take any shit' matches her 'doesn't give a fuck'!" Peter made the connection for her.

Alex almost fell over laughing.

"We are the dynamic duo of will not be messed with!" said Alex when she gathered herself again.

"I hope I get to see that in action around campus!" said Peter. "Sounds like a good cop show or something!"

"I think it's a movie called 'Lethal Weapon'!" replied Alex.

It was Peter's turn to laugh.

With the brief lull in their conversation, they returned to watching Jenna get all her feelings out on the dance floor. She had been joined by a young man.

"Dang," said Peter. "Looks like you're not the only one who appreciates Jenna!"

The fellow, who was substantially larger than Jenna, was tucked up behind Alex's roommate, following the motion of her body with his own. Jenna and Alex exchanged a surprised look at the absurdity of this partnering. Jenna threw up her hands and shook her head, grinning in disbelief. Alex gave a shrug, as he seemed harmless enough.

That didn't last long. His hand crept up from her waist to her breast. Jenna's face rapidly morphed from joviality to discomfort and she pushed his hand down and away.

"Whoa," Alex said sharply to herself. All of her senses had turned on, her muscles tensed. A threat had presented itself, and every instinct she had developed over the last nine years was taking over, along with all the ferocity she had inherited.

As soon as Jenna had removed one hand, his other slid down past her hip to the interior of her thigh. At that moment Jenna really started struggling, grabbing his hand away and turning to push him off her. He pulled her in tight to him.

"Oh, that is not okay!" Peter said. "We have to stop that!"

By the time he had finished his sentence, Alex was already beside her roommate. She knew she couldn't annihilate this guy the way she wanted to, else she would get thrown out of school. Luckily, she had the skill to be effective but not damaging.

She grabbed the boy by the ear. He immediately cringed in pain and released Jenna, letting Alex drag him wherever she chose. He did reach up and grip Alex's wrist rather tightly, but Alex let go the moment he was far enough away from Jenna so he wouldn't retaliate.

"Ow, ow, ow!" he yelled. "What the Hell!"

"You stay the fuck away from my roommate!" Alex jabbed a threatening finger at him.

"Or what?!" He got up in her face like he was looking for a fight.

Alex didn't back away; she didn't even flinch. This guy was substantial, and pretty tall. Not as tall as her uncle, though, and Sam she had taken down many times while training. And God knew this guy was all swagger—he wasn't necessarily overweight, but the breadth of his body was clearly more flab than muscle. Not to mention she could smell alcohol on his breath: drunkenness could add a variable of unpredictability, but it also added a lack of coordination and a drop in reaction time. A fight with this dude would be… well, sad, actually.

So she decided to say what she was thinking. "Or you'll be castrated with the nearest dull object and no anesthesia, that's what."

Then Peter was there, his hands on their shoulders to separate them. "Hey, hey! Calm down, everybody! Let's work this out!"

The big guy shoved Peter in the chest, making him stagger backwards. "What's it matter to you, buddy?!"

Peter recovered rapidly, but there was nervousness in his voice when he spoke again. "I will not stand by and watch a woman get taken advantage of! It is unacceptable to touch someone like that without their consent!"

"What a load of pansy-ass liberal bullcrap!" the guy complained, and it rang out through the whole room: someone had turned off the music and everyone else was watching from a safe distance. One clever young woman was already filming discreetly with her phone.

"It's not 'pansy-ass' to intervene when someone's being assaulted!" Peter retorted.

"I didn't assault anyone! She was into it!"

A disapproving "Oooh," went up from the crowd. It took all of Alex's willpower not to bring her fellow student three-quarters of the way to death on campus.

Equal retaliation, Alex, equal retaliation…, she reminded herself as she took slow, angry breaths through her nose.

"I was not into it!" Jenna snapped from where she had taken up position by Alex's shoulder.

Peter's eyes caught sight of the student filming. "What's your name?" he asked Jenna's attacker.

"My name?"

"Yeah, your name."

"What's it matter to you? Trying to get friendly?"

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

"Gary Larson, if it makes you feel better knowing who's about to whoop your ass if you don't fuck off."

"Are you threatening me?" Peter said loudly and clearly.

"Yeah, I'm threatening you!" Gary strode toward Peter to intimidate him much as he had tried with Alex.

Peter responded by taking a few steps back, putting up his hands with his palms out and open to show pacifism in the face of suggested violence. It wasn't about fear as much as it was a demonstration of de-escalation tactics. But Alex could see him struggling to contain his anxiety as he turned his head to look away from Gary.

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

Gary turned to look at her. He looked amused, a half smile on his face and a little nod bobbing his head. He stepped slowly toward her. "What? Are you going to fight me?"

"Don't tempt me," replied Alex in a low voice. Blood was rushing in her ears. The desire to taunt this guy into making the first strike was overwhelming.

"I'd like to see you try," said Gary. "Pipsqueak."

With that he gave Alex a lazy, one-handed shove in her shoulder, and she caught sight of the tiniest flicker of confusion and disconcertion in his expression when she moved a lot less than he was expecting. What he didn't know was that, although it was clear she wasn't necessarily a small woman, Alex was heavier than she looked. It just wasn't obvious because her extra weight was mostly muscle. And she knew how to use all of it to stand her ground.

Then Jenna appeared at Alex's shoulder. Her voice was quiet and warning. "Alex, I know you're, like, strong and tough and all, but… this guy's huge. And angry. I mean, have you ever even been in a fight?"

"More than Gary here has, I bet," Alex replied.

"Oh, yeah?" was Gary's reply. "I've been in eight fights." He leaned in a little closer and hissed, "And I've won them all."

"Yeah," Alex said to Jenna without taking her eyes off her potential opponent, "definitely more."

Jenna twisted her head around to stare at Alex, her brow furrowed in surprise and disbelief. "Really?"

Peter had reentered the ring. "No one needs to fight tonight. We can settle this reasonably."

"Peter?" said Alex.

"Yeah?"

"Go stand over there."

"What?"

"You're not prepared for this. Go stand over there."

"But—,"

"You'll get seriously injured if you keep butting in."

"What about you? He's got like six inches and a hundred pounds on you."

"Peter, I'm not going to stand here and explain it to you. Just trust me. Go stand over there."

Peter didn't move, but he stopped talking. Alex did, too, deciding now was not the time to persuade this gentle-hearted fellow to ditch his conscience and save himself. So Alex continued with her own methods of handling the situation.

"You know, Gary, I've been in a loooooot more fights than you. But I'll admit to this; I haven't won all of them. Which sounds lame, but I think it just proves how many times I've taken a swing. No one bats a thousand. And it also proves that I've been up against some seriously mean assholes every time I'm in it. Which just makes me think that if you've won all your little fights, then you've been picking them with people you can easily beat. So if you really want to show off… maybe try fighting someone who stands a chance. So go ahead, Gary; challenge yourself." Alex held her arms out to her sides. "Take the first shot."

She had called his bluff. Gary sneered as he backed away. Alex could see in his expression that he knew what she was after; she needed him to be the aggressor so he would get disciplined by the university and she could fight back without consequences. But she thought she glimpsed something else in his eye; fear. She may have actually had him pegged—a big bully who had never taken on a real opponent, and hearing her say exactly that had made him realize she knew what she was talking about.

"I don't hit women," was Gary's excuse.

"So you'll grope us, but you won't hit us?" Alex retorted. "How about this? You do neither from now on. You hear me? Stay the fuck away from my roommate."

Gary shook his head as he reached the edge of the crowd and began to turn away. Alex could see she'd won, but she wished she could have won with a little blood on her knuckles. She couldn't help dropping one last taunt, just a comment she spoke barely loud enough for the onlookers to hear. And Gary.

"Micro dick."

He snapped.

Gary turned and charged at her. Alex reacted immediately. Jenna and Peter were still at her shoulders, so she shoved Jenna out of the way in one direction as her side step body blocked Peter off in the other. Gary missed all three of them, and as soon as his momentum carried him past Alex, she pivoted in time to plant a forceful kick directly in his left butt cheek.

Gary reeled a few steps and fell flat on his face. It was not a soft landing, either. Alex hadn't meant to hit him quite that strongly, but muscle memory had taken over and she couldn't stop from throwing her hips into the kick for maximum effect.

Alex didn't hear the murmur of laughter that bubbled up in the crowd. Gary sure did, though. He blushed mildly as he picked himself up off the ground, and when he turned to Alex he looked furious.

"You think you're funny, do you?" he spat.

"Sometimes," Alex shrugged.

"See how funny you think this is!"

He stepped up and swung a wild haymaker. Alex almost had time to roll her eyes. Instead, however, she ducked under Gary's swing and threw the entire force of her body off her dominant back foot into an uppercut that landed directly in his Solar Plexus. Almost all of the air in Gary's lungs left him in an exhalation of pain.

Alex meandered away as Gary stumbled, bent in half with both arms pressed against his abdomen, trying desperately to get his breath back.

"It isn't just pain, you know? It's kind of like an electric shock," Alex commented as she circled him.

Gary landed on one knee, but shortly came back to both feet as he recovered. He rounded on her like a wounded animal. He attacked like he was wounded, too; uncoordinated and careless and desperate.

He tried to kick her, swinging his right leg around at her side. She pivoted away and glancingly blocked his strike with both hands. His leg was large and heavy and had some momentum, but it had no power behind it. Most people would have felt the jarring in their arms and thought they had avoided a vicious assault. But for Alex this was nothing. She had blocked more powerful punches from her dad in sparring sessions when they were holding back to avoid actually injuring each other.

Also, when his kick failed to land, he had trouble getting his feet back under him and struggled to regain balance. Normally Alex would have used this moment of weakness as a chance to deal a finishing blow. She knew she had to resist the urge, however. This was a fair exchange of attacks, and that would put her score one too high.

So she satisfied herself with a little more taunting. "You've only ever kicked people on the ground, haven't you? It's harder up high like that."

Gary came in to throw another fist at her. He left his face unguarded, so Alex rabbit punched him in the nose before he even sent his arm forward. It snapped his head back and he staggered away, hands on his face. She hadn't broken any bones, but she had certainly busted a few blood vessels.

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

When Gary came back up, he was holding a pocketknife.

The crowd gasped. Some people screamed. Alex heard Jenna shout, "No!" No one caught the faint sound of fluttering wings.

His arm out straight, Gary held the knife about neck level on Alex, the tip of the blade shivering just a few feet away from her. Alex just raised her eyebrows.

"What are you going to do now, bi—,"

Alex brought both her arms up in one smooth, swift motion. She used enough power to be effective, but it was so quick and nonchalant that if anyone had blinked, they would have missed it. Her left palm struck the back of Gary's knife-wielding hand. Her right palm struck the interior of his wrist. The weapon flew across the room, making a few of the onlookers jump out of the projectile's way.

Everyone was dead silent, including Gary. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open, panting not only from exertion but panic. His outstretched arm was still suspended in front of him, now empty.

"You know what that was?" Alex asked, casually pointing her thumb at the spot where the knife had disappeared. Gary was too shocked to answer. Alex answered for him. "My excuse."

Alex grabbed Gary's open arm and hauled them in together, striking him close-fisted in the throat. He immediately coughed and gagged as his larynx collapsed. She didn't stop there, though. Courtesy pauses were no longer necessary. She had been threatened with a deadly weapon; she was now within her rights to debilitate him. So she threw a knee to his groin as hard as she could. He doubled up in agony, which made it easy for her to grab his shoulders and the back of his head and smash his face with her other knee.

She didn't need to push him to the ground. He made his way down there all by himself.

Alex flexed her shoulders to readjust her jacket. A couple deep breaths was all she needed to bring her body back to a resting state. It had been a while since she had been in a fight, but the amount she had trained in the last nine years had given her a stamina that didn't fade away rapidly.

She looked to the crowd. "Somebody better call an ambulance. I crushed his windpipe, ruptured a testicle, and shattered his nose. He's going to need some attention." Then she braced her arms on her knees as she bent over Gary and yelled at him; "Not the attention you were looking for, was it, buddy?"

"WOOOOOO!" Jenna's whoop came from where she was standing at the edge of the crowd. "Yeah! That's my roommate! Fucking badass!" She ran over to where Alex was straightening up beside a limp Gary and flipped him off with both hands. "Take that, rape culture! WOO!"

Then Jenna hugged Alex… by leaping into her arms… again.

"Jesus Christ," Alex hissed as she stumbled backwards before she could plant her feet. "Jenna, you have to stop doing that," she laughed.

Peter stood at the edge of the crowd, shaking his head slowly with a disbelieving smile on his face. He was pulled from contemplating the shocking young women he had just befriended by an unfamiliar sound emanating from the corner of the room. When he looked over he found nothing, but he could have sworn in the nanosecond before his gaze landed, that spot had contained a bedraggled, trench-coated man.

A/N: *huge sigh* Man! All right, how we doin'? Did you enjoy a chapter where Alex gets to flex her muscles for the first in forever? (Honestly, I think the last actual fight we saw her in was waaaaaay back in the 2015 appendices—she and Sam jet off to hunt a ghost without Dean?) And how about Wandering Hands getting what he had coming? Little cathartic? Maybe? Just a smidge?

And a new friend here… and the trace of an old one….

And how do we think Sam and Dean are going to feel about this?