Back in Black

Smells like Teen Spirit

"Could I have a look under the hood of your car?" I blurted. The shorter of the two gave me a strange look. "Relax, that doesn't have anything to do with my questions. This car is... Amazing. My uncle had one just like it."

"Only if I can have a look at yours, and I can almost guarantee that Baby isn't the same." He grinned as I went over to my car. Moving to the front, he popped the hood up.

"I used to work on this car with my dad." He said, "He gave it to me when I started to continue the family business."

"Yeah, my uncle bought me mine, I rebuilt most of it myself. It wouldn't even start when I first got it. And what business would that be?" I replied, showing him under the hood of my '69 Camaro.

"You wouldn't want to know." The taller one replied.

"I bet it's something similar to mine" I tried to drop hints that I knew they were hunters, but apparently they're thick. The Taller one's eyes widened.

"Nice, you... You wanna get lunch with us? Compare notes?" the other asked nervously.

"Depends, you want to tell me your name?" I asked. "Your real name."

"Son of a bitch." The taller one grumbled. "You're in the business, aren't you?" I nodded.

"Been in it since I was 16, lived it since I was born." I replied.

"We can go into town and you can tell us all about it."

"Sure, why not?" I replied. I don't know why, but I feel like I know them.

"Would you mind if I rode with you?" He asked. The taller one looked astonished.

"No, not at all." We both climbed in and the taller one seemed like he knew where he was going. "Look, I only knew that you guys aren't real Marshals because your partner kind of gave it away."

"Damn it Sammy." He muttered.

"So, what's your real name?"

"Hector Aframian." He replied.

"Your real name."

"Ted Nugent?"

"Try again."

"Damn Princess."

"What did you call me?" I growled.

"Princess?" I finally recognized him, putting two and two together. Dean fucking Winchester.

"Do you remember me, Dean?"

"What the hell do you mean, do I remember you?"

"It's been nearly ten years since I last saw you." He was still looking at me strangely. "Dean, c'mon."

"I still don't recognize you, princess, I don't know who this Dean guy is." He replied. I stopped the car on the side of the road. He got out to see what was happening.

"Call me princess one more time and I will punch you in the face again, Dean Winchester." I growled.

"Alexandra."

"How's Sammy?" I asked. I was always closer to Sammy because let's face it; when I knew him, Dean was too cocky for anyone to deal with on a regular basis, well, besides Uncle John and Sammy.

"I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean, you don't know?" I asked. He shrugged

"Him and Dad got into a fight, and Sammy left and I hadn't seen him since." I gave him a look. "He wanted the normal Apple pie life, and that's what I was going to give him." He replied. I nodded.

"So that was Sammy with you?" He nodded. "I didn't even recognize the bastard! Hell, I didn't even recognize you, at first, but that's because you weren't irritating as usual." He laughed.

"Speaking of Sammy, let's get to that bar so we can discuss the case." We got back into the Camaro and drove off.

"So you really rebuilt this yourself?" I gave him a look.

"Do you really think my uncle would give a gift without any sort of learning experience from it?" He chuckled.

"No, I guess not." Dean said as we pulled in next to the Impala.

"So where's your dad?" I asked.

"I don't know. He kind of disappeared into thin air. I think he might be looking for Yellow-Eyes."

"Isn't he the..."

"Son of a bitch who killed my mom? Yeah." He grumbled. He held the door open for me as we walked in. Sammy was already sitting at a table.

"Sammy, I didn't even recognize you!" I said happily. He raised an eyebrow.

"There's only one person allowed to call me that, and no, Dean, it's not you." Dean's face fell.

"It's obviously me, you twit." He rushed to give me a hug. "So your dad's missing?" I asked Sammy. He nodded.

"Yeah, and I have to be back at Stanford for my interview on Monday." He must have seen my confused look because he added "Law school."

"My little Sammy's growing up." I giggled.

"And he's got a pretty nice girlfriend too." Dean added.

"AWWWWWWW!" I cried. Sammy punched Dean's arm.

"You only know because you broke into my apartment." Then he turned to me, "I'm not your little Sammy, anymore, Lex,"

"Says who?" I argued. "You'll always be my little Sammy. No matter what. Even if you're a foot and a half taller than me."

"Girls, you're both pretty, now knock it off." We got caught up with each other's lives and ate our fill, not before Dean could get a slice of pie, of course, so we split up. I went to the motel to do research, and the boys went to go talk to the missing kid's girlfriend. After about 10 minutes of research, I fell asleep, and unfortunately had a dream, only unfortunate because it was most likely a nightmare about all that shit with my father. I didn't get to the bad part because someone shook me awake. I pulled out a knife, holding it to their neck.