SSSS CHAPTER 8!

After Dean was done talking to his brother, he had called up Bobby for some help. They decided to meet up at an abandoned house, to avoid any more strange occurences, that Bobby had suggested. When all was said and done, Dean picked up Sam and they went back to their motel room. When they got inside, they explained to Alex what they were going to do.
Alex- How are we going to get there?
Dean- I'm going to borrow a car.
Alex- Your going to steel a car?!
Dean- When you put it like that, it sounds so wrong.
Sam- You kinda get used to it
Alex- Oh...Wait! What?!
Dean- Are you tired?
Alex- Wha-
Dean- Cause you look a little tired.
Alex- I-
Dean- Why don't you take a nap, and we'll wake you when we get there.
Alex- But-
Dean- Shh. Sleep.
Dean swiflty picks her up, then carefully lowers her into the empty drawer. He closed the drawer most of the way, but left it open about an inch or two, for fresh air.
Alex- I hate you! *Calling out to Dean*
She wasn't angry, but she wasn't too thrilled about being in a drawer.
Dean- *Plainly* No you don't.
Sam just shook his head at his brother, who was on his way out the door.
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Out in the parking lot, there were very few cars. Dean looked around cautiously, then checked if the door was open, to the car that was closest to him. As he opened the unlocked door, he notice some movement on the ground. Normally Dean would pass it off as a mouse, but with everything that's been happening lately, he checks it out.
Dean pulls out his gun from his jacket, then crouches down, to get a better look. As he looks with his gun aiming under the car, he gets hit in the forehead, by something small.
Dean- What the...
He glances down, to see that he was hit in the head with a pebble.
Dean then quickly aims back under the car again, and the same thing happens as before. Instead of looking away, he looks for the source. He is somewhat surprized to see a tiny girl. She had shoulder length brown hair, dark green camouflage cargo pants, a black t-shirt with writting on it, and a slingshot in her hands. The girl, aiming at Dean, shoots him again. Dean tries to block his face, by holding up his hand, but the pebble still hits him.
Dean- Whoa! Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you.
The girl still ignores him and shoots again. This time Dean is successful at blocking her shot. He then sets his gun down on the ground, to try to convice the young girl that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Dean- Could you please, just stop for a second and let me explain something?
Girl- *Fiercely* What?
She loads up another pebble, just incase.
Dean- Well, I'm not exactly sure what I can explain...
She shoots him again, hitting Dean in the chin.
Dean- But I can say that the same thing happend to my brother and cousin. Now if you come with me, I'm sure we can all figure this out and get things back to normal.
Girl- Proove it, because there's no way that I'm going to trust a stranger!
Dean- Fare enough. Just wait here and I'll get my brother.
The girl agreed to stay, so Dean got up, went into the motel and told Sam about the situation. After Dean explained things to him, Sam agreed to go outside and talk to the girl under the car. Dean put Sam down by the girl, who was still holding up the loaded slingshot. Sam raised his hands in the air, to show her that he didn't mean her any harm. As he did that, Dean started to pack everything up. Once he was done with his room, he walked over to Alex's room and packed her stuff up for her. Before he did that, he took Alex out of the drawer and carried her to her room, so she could tell him where to pack everything.
Dean- Liar.
Alex- What?
Dean- I know you heard me.
Alex- I heard what you said. I just want to know, why I'm a liar.
Dean- I think you know what I'm talking about.
Alex- What do you...
Alex paused, when she saw what Dean was holding in his hands.
Alex- Oh.
Dean- So, how long have you two been dating?
Alex- What makes you think he's my boyfriend?
Dean- Let's see here. *Looking over the letter* I don't know. Maybe the fact that he misses you, and he can't wait to see you again. Oh and he says that he loves you. *Putting the letter back into a bag* So, I'm gonna ask you again. How long have you been dating him?
Dean glanced down at Alex, who was sitting next to her bag on the bed.
Alex- We've known eachother since grade school, but we've been dating for six years.
Dean- Wow. Sounds pretty serious. Where does this go? *Holding up a green t-shirt*
Alex- In the duffle, with the rest of my clothes.
Dean rolls it up and tosses it in.
Alex- My wallet.
Dean- Huh?
Alex- There's a picture of him in my wallet.
Dean reached into Alex's purse, grabbed her wallet, and pulled out a few pictures. There were a few, of her friends and her parents. The second to last picture made him smile a little.