"Can we go play now?" The little girl's pigtails bounced as she jumped up and down. "Please, Alex? Mom said that we could go to the park before it gets dark."
Alex looked up from her computer screen at the smiling 6 year old. She checked her watch before standing and taking her sister's hand in hers. "Let's go, Izzie."
The park wasn't far from their house so it didn't take long to walk. Izzie's hand disappeared from Alex's as Izzie caught sight of her friends on the swing and ran to join them. Watching her from the bench, Alex made small talk with other adults there. She was so engrossed in the conversation that she didn't notice when Izzie disappeared. When she finally did sweep her gaze around the park and couldn't find her sister, her heart stopped. Jumping up from the bench, she called Izzie's name, with no reply. When the other adults started to help look, Alex searched the bushes surrounding the park. Pushing back the last branch she stared into her sister's quiet eyes, her body was limp. A few minutes later Alex screamed and couldn't stop screaming.
Alex bolted upright in her bed, drenched in cold sweat and gasping for air, taking deep breaths as she looked around the cheap motel room, her gaze finally settling on the clock. She matched her breathing with the ticking of the clock, using it to calm herself. She threw the covers off her legs and padded to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Alex studied her reflection in the mirror, her green eyes staring back at her, reflecting the pain she was feeling. She had gone weeks without that nightmare, that memory, the worst day of her life. Clearing her throat, she braided her hair and brushed her teeth before getting dressed in her typical jeans, t shirt, sturdy boots, and a jacket. She had come to this town because there was a decapitation and a pile of dead cows that she hoped was a lead. Refusing to think any more about that day Alex checked the time, pleased that it was close to sundown. Grabbing her bag, she checked to make sure that her knife and machete were safely tucked away. Pleased that everything was the way she wanted, Alex exited her room and went to the bar.
Alex sat at the bar and ordered a drink as two young and very attractive men walked in. She observed from the corner of her eye as they slid the bartender a fifty dollar bill. Alex eavesdropped as she feigned boredom. She couldn't help it when she watched them leave; the leaving was just as good as them coming. After watching another gentleman follow them out, a large black man, she downed her drink and went outside to the dock. She looked around carefully and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her senses heightened. Alex slipped her hand in her back and pulled out her knife, carefully concealing it in her pocket.
A bird dropped and cawed loudly, causing her to startle. She laughed to calm herself and when she turned around she saw a man in a jumpsuit. There wasn't time to register anything else as he threw his fist into her head. Pulling the knife out of her pocket, she deflected a few more punches, able to land a few of her own. Taking a chance, she thrust her knife into the man's side, hoping that it would stop him for a moment. He never slowed down as he grabbed her neck and threw her down to the wooden platform where a saw sat. When the man stepped on her stomach, she took the chance to kick him hard in the leg and jumped up, hitting him again in the face. Before she had time to respond, the man hit her hard and knocked her to the ground. He started to lower the saw and she felt herself being pulled down. Her mind raced as she watched one of the men from earlier fight the man before pinning him down with a harpoon and slicing his head off with the saw. Alex tried to catch her breath as the other man held her up.
"I guess I'm buying you a drink after all." The black man said. As they walked back to the bar, they introduced themselves. The one with the short hair was Dean Winchester, and the shaggy haired one was Sam, his brother. The black man said his name was Gordon. She watched as they ordered drinks and Gordon made a joke about "another one biting the dust." Sam was quiet and defensive when Gordon called him Sammy.
"Decapitations are not a good time." Alex spoke clearly but they stared at her like they didn't understand. "Thanks for the help guys, but I think I'm going to call it a night."
"I think I'm going back to the hotel anyway." Sam stood at the same time she did and followed her out. "Do you need a ride?"
"Listen, I appreciate you saving me but if you think I'm going to go back to your room and have "Thank God I'm still alive" sex with you, you have another thing coming." Alex rolled her eyes.
"I was just offering a ride." Sam gestured to his car. "I thought I saw you at the motel we're staying at."
Alex watched him for a moment before following him to the car. "If you try anything, I can kick your ass."
It was quiet on the way to the motel. Alex wasn't ready to go to sleep yet so she accepted Sam's offer to come in their room. He left to get some drinks and Alex thought she had heard the door open but decided her mind was playing tricks on her. When he returned and sat their drinks down, they were ambushed. She watched Sam get smacked in the head with a telephone before she lost consciousness. When she woke up, they were in a dark house and she had been gagged. A man pulled the cover off Sam's head and that's when his fangs descended.
"Wait." A woman spoke from the doorway. "Step back, Eli."
The woman pulled the gags from their mouths as she spoke. "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."
"Talk?" Sam asked. "Yeah, okay. I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth."
"He won't hurt you either," Lenore said. "You have my word."
"Oh, your word." Alex scoffed. "I feel so much safer now that I have the word of the blood sucker, don't you, Sam? You're not the first vampire I've met."
"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time." Lenore continued on and said they drank cow's blood to blend in.
"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers? We choke on cow's blood so none of them suffer. They murdered Conrad tonight and they celebrated."
"I'm sorry." Alex said quietly.
"Eli, that's enough."
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam mocked.
"We're leaving this town tonight."
"Then why did you bring us here?" Sam asked. "Why are you even talking to us?"
"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us."
"So you are asking us not to follow you." Alex said, casting a glance at Sam.
"We have a right to live. We aren't hurting anyone."
"That's what you keep saying." Sam said. "But give me one good reason why I should believe you."
Lenore leaned forward to Sam and said, "Fine. Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go." Not moving she spoke to Eli. "Take him back. Not a mark on him."
Their heads were covered again and they were taken back to the motel. Alex and Sam went inside the boys' room and saw Dean and Gordon looking at a map. Sam asked to talk to Dean privately, leaving Alex and Gordon alone. She heard raised voices and peeked out the curtain to check on them. She felt something knock the wind out of her and she fell down, gasping for breath as she heard the door shut. Sam and Dean came back in and called out for Gordon.
"You think he went after them?"
"He did." Alex said when she caught her breath.
"We have to stop him." Sam said.
"Really? Because I think we should lend a hand." Dean was obviously angry.
"They need our help, Dean." Alex said.
"Give me the benefit of the doubt." Sam said, he looked for the car keys. "He snaked the keys."
The three of them exchanged glances before heading out to the car, Dean bitching about hot wiring his car and calling Sam a "monster pain in the ass." Alex chuckled to herself as she listened to them before silence overtook the car as Dean drove. When they got to the nest, Sam and Dean went through the front door to find Gordon. Alex blended into the darkness as she snuck around to the back door and listened to Gordon cut Lenore with a knife that had dead man's blood on it.
"Step away from her." Sam said.
"You're right. I'm wasting my time here." Gordon threw down the knife and picked up a larger one. "This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery. I just sharpened it so it's completely humane."
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." Sam spoke and Alex pressed her body against the wall and snuck a look around the corner. Gordon had his back to her and Sam was approaching Lenore, stopping in his tracks when Gordon turned the gun to him.
"You're not doing a damn thing."
Dean tried to talk sense into Gordon and Alex pulled a knife from her boot quietly.
"No shades of gray, Dean."
"I hear you. And I know how you feel." Dean watched Gordon carefully as he approached. Alex waited for her moment.
"Do you?" Gordon was skeptical.
"The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die-"
When Gordon interrupted Dean, Alex listened in horror as he told them that he killed his own sister. She couldn't believe it when he claimed she wasn't his sister.
"You knew they weren't killing anyone." Sam accused. "You knew about the cattle but you didn't care."
"Care about what?" Gordon asked. "A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice, taking a little time out from sucking innocent people, and we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. It doesn't change who they are and I can prove it."
Before any of them had time to react, Gordon had grabbed Sam's arm and sliced it open. Dean had his gun aimed and ready to fire as Gordon held the knife to Sam's neck.
"Let him go." Dean ordered. "NOW!"
"Relax." Gordon assured. "If I wanted him dead, he'd be on the floor. Just making a point."
Alex felt her heart pound as Sam's blood dripped on Lenore's cheek. Lenore hissed and her fangs descended. It was a long few seconds before Lenore said, "No. No." None of them could believe their ears.
"You hear her, Gordon?" Sam asked, taking deep breaths. He stepped back as Gordon lowered the knife to his side. "We're done here."
"Sam, get her out of here. Alex, help him." Dean said and his tone was commanding but gentle. Alex stepped around Gordon and followed Sam out. Alex pulled her t shirt off to wipe some blood from Lenore's face and neck. She prayed that she had remembered to put a tank top under her t shirt and luckily she did.
"I'm going to help Dean, "Alex said. "Gordon is insane."
Sam nodded and Alex walked up the front steps as Gordon punched Dean on the jaw. She watched as Gordon pulled his knife out of the table and Dean beat it out of his hand. She pulled her knife out as Gordon knocked Dean into a table. Jumping on Gordon's back, she plunged it deep into his shoulder. He yowled in pain and threw her off, reaching for the knife. Dean took the opportunity to throw another punch, and Alex finished him off with a kick to his stomach. When Gordon was still, Dean and Alex tied him to a chair and waited for Sam.
"Did I miss anything?" Sam asked when he came back.
"Not really." Alex and Dean shared a look. "Did Lenore get away okay?"
"Yeah. All of them did." Sam looked pointedly at Gordon.
"I guess our work here is done." Dean said, exhaling. "How you doing, Gordie? Got to tinkle yet? All right. Get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days and have them untie you."
"Ready to go, guys?" Sam asked with his hands in his pocket.
"Not yet." Alex said. "It's been real." With that, she punched him one last time, knocking his chair to the floor.
"I'm ready now. We can go." Alex walked out with the boys following her closely behind.
She watched as Dean tried to convince Sam to punch him and laughed when Sam refused. Alex felt her phone vibrate and looked at the layout, walking a few feet away before she looked at the text. She could tell Sam and Dean were having a brotherly moment and waited until Sam got in the car before coming back.
"Let's go, boys." Alex said, cheerfully. "I've got a motel to get to and I think I owe you guys a drink."
"I'll take you up on that." Dean said, starting the car.
"Don't you have any music?" Alex asked, tired of the quiet.
"There's some tapes there in that box." Dean gestured to the floor board and Alex picked a Metallica cassette.
They went to their respective rooms when they got back to the motel to shower. Alex peeled her clothes off and stepped under the hot spray, taking the opportunity to relax. She pressed her forehead to the wall before washing her hair. She washed her body quickly and rinsed the suds before shutting the water off and wrapping a towel around her body. She dressed in a new pair of jeans and t shirt before putting her boots back on. Since she didn't own a blow dryer, she braided her hair before she applied a small amount of coverup and mascara. She decided to buy some beer and liquor and bring it to the guys' room. She knocked on the Winchester's door and Sam answered with his hair damp.
"I have alcohol." She lifted the case of beer and the brown bag with the rest of the liquor.
"Well, Dean's still in the shower so why don't you come in?" Sam held the door open and she entered, standing nervously. "So where are you from?"
"A small country town south of Saint Louis." She looked around. "You?"
Sam sat at his computer and tapped at the keys. Alex watched him for a moment, taking in his features as she handed him a beer. She blushed when she saw him glance up and he noticed her staring at him. She took a gulp of her beer.
"I'm sorry I was rude to you earlier." She fidgeted with her bottle. "It was uncalled for and you did save me, so thank you."
"Yeah. No problem." Sam waved it away with a smile. Alex felt her stomach flip when he did and she drank again. When Dean finally exited the bathroom, he grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"Who wants to play a drinking game?" Alex asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
Alex, unfortunately, didn't have any that came immediately to mind so she offered poker as a replacement. She had played poker as a source of income and nobody believed that she could actually play so when Dean suggested strip poker, she agreed. Hours later, all three of them were drunk and Alex laughed as Dean removed his pants. Sam was already in his underwear and socks and Alex was wearing everything but her shirt. Taking a shot of whiskey, Alex dealt again.
"No, I've had enough of this." Dean said, drunkenly.
Alex grabbed her shirt and put it back on and stood on wobbly legs. She stumbled toward the door and giggled as she tripped. "I will see you guys later then. It's been a real pleasure."
"Do you need help?" Sam offered, his words barely slurred. He stood and put his clothes back on and stood carefully. He glanced at Dean lying on his bed, on the brink of sleep. Alex giggled drunkenly and opened the door as Sam tried to steady her. They made it to Alex's room and she opened the door and fell inside. Sam laughed as he picked her up and helped her to the bed.
"Do you wanna know something?" Alex whispered conspiratorially. When Sam nodded she said, "I think you're really cute and I'm going to kiss you now."
She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close as she pressed her lips to his. He didn't hesitate to return the kiss, putting his hands on her waist. She fell backwards on the bed and pulled him down with her. The rest of the night was a blur of clothes tossed to the ground and skin against skin. She remembered a kiss pressed to her cheek before she fell asleep.
The next morning as the sunlight assaulted her eyelids Alex became aware of a male arm wrapped around her. She rolled over and saw Sam's sleeping face and groaned before slipping out of bed and getting dressed. She snuck into the bathroom to brush her teeth and when she finished, Sam was sitting up, his muscles on full display. Alex felt her knees turn to mush and resisted the urge to climb back into bed.
"Hi." Alex said, handing Sam his shirt.
"Hi." Sam finished dressing as someone knocked on the door.
Without waiting for someone to open it, Dean barged through. "Let's go, Sammy. Time to hit the road."
Alex and Sam exchanged a look before Alex cleared her throat and spoke. "Thanks for helping me out, guys. I'd probably be dead otherwise."
"No problem." Dean said.
Alex grabbed her bags and took them out to her car and went to the office to check out. Meanwhile in her room, Sam had suggested that Alex come with them.
"Why?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"She could help us." Sam shrugged. "She's a good fighter."
"We had to save her." Dean countered.
"I think she could help us."
"I understand that she was your little one night stand but we can't drag her along." Dean gestured to the door. "Let's hit the road."
"Dean, come on. You were all set to work with Gordon. Alex can actually help us."
Dean watched Sam for a minute before he spoke. "Fine. But I'm not dragging her along if she doesn't want to go."
"Deal." Sam smiled as Alex came back.
"Hey, guys. I didn't realize you were still here. I was just making sure I have everything before I go. I have a new lead on a case so I'll see you around." Alex put her jacket on.
"We were wondering if you wanted to work on a couple of cases with us." Sam said.
Alex looked from one brother to the other before answering. "Sure. Why not? If this gets weird though, I'm leaving."
"Okay." Dean and Sam answered at the same time.
"Let's go." Alex said. "We got cases to solve."
Dean left the room first and Alex grabbed Sam's hand to talk to him for a minute. "Is this because we slept together?"
Sam smiled a crooked smile. "I think we can help each other."
Dean honked the horn and Alex laughed as she exited the room, followed by Sam. They headed to their next case.