Disclimer-I don't own Supernatural. You think this would be fanfiction if I did? Exactly. They would be my own little spin off series...
A/N-I'm back! Hehehe...well, it's taken long enough. As for updates, they'll probably be at least semi-irregular, because I went back to hell yesterday. Oh, did I say hell? I meant school...Anywho, on with the show!
Dean sat at the bar, semi-cold beer grasped loosely in his right hand. Two months left and he was cruising for a hookup, while Sam, he knew, was typing another whole load of crap into his laptop.
Dean had come to accept his fate a while ago. Or so he thought.
Then she walked in to the bar. All legs and cocky attitude, he could see it by the way she practically sauntered up to the counter, the beginnings of a smirk turning full red-tinged lips upward as she ordered a beer.
A long fringe was pinned out of her eyes, the rest of her wavy chocolate colored hair falling a little way down her back. But he couldn't see her eyes, hidden behind a pair of vintage aviators as they were. They completed her cocky demeanor to the fullest.
And, because Dean was Dean and because he was human, he stood, only to sit down next to her.
As it turned out, she looked at him first. After, of course, removing her glasses and the black leather jacket she was wearing to reveal a simple tight black tee and jeans, feet protected from the rather miserable weather outside by a pair of soft soled boots.
Crystal blue eyes looked searchingly into his mossy green ones, the glimmer of mischief all too like his own.
"Hey." Dean dropped his patented smirk back towards her as she started conversation. She raised her drink, mouth closing around it in a gesture that had him wondering if the room had suddenly heated up a little…that or whether his jeans had shrunk a few sizes in the last few seconds.
"Hey yourself." She tossed her hair from her slim shoulders, exposing tanned, almost flawless skin. Under the surface, he could see well toned muscles just the easy side of tense. Then she sneaked him a smile that was like a secret, and he could only just make himself grin back.
"So…You're not from around here." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She seemed to know what went on around here. He took a long swig from his own drink.
"No…actually, my brother and I are…uh, on a road trip. Just passing through." So it
wasn't the complete truth, but it wasn't a total lie. That made him feel a little better. She cocked one of those perfectly shaped eyebrows and gave him a cheeky smile.
"He wouldn't happen to be about 6'4'', be staying at the Broken-house…uh, name like Sam?" Dean's eyes grew wider, and he would have panicked then and there, only she was still smiling, and he couldn't force himself to panic even if he tried.
"How did you…" Another of her cheeky grins.
"I pay attention. Just uh, not enough to know your name." Oh, now she was hinting. That he liked. A lot.
"Dean. And what would a pretty lady like you be wanting with that?" She was looking at him from underneath long, thick eyelashes, a dimple showing at the right hand corner of her mouth as she smiled.
"Oh, I don't know. Just curious I guess…I gotta bail." She finished the last of her drink and was out of the door before Dean could register as much. But he wasn't letting her get away that easy.
And wasn't it just his luck that by the time he had the cool air blowing onto his face, she'd only just made it halfway across the lot.
"Wait! Don't I get to know your name? At least?" She turned around, a soft smile on her face again and the light caught in those startling blue eyes.
"Lexi. Bye Dean."
No hookup and no more beers later, Dean was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of the Impala, in time to an imaginary beat. He was headed back to the motel, not having been in the mood to see if he could pick up anyone else after that exchange with Lexi.
In fact, there was hardly any room left in his mind for anything but her, even as he stuck his key in the lock and turned it.
Sam jumped when he walked in, before settling back down and reading whatever was on the screen. Not for the first time, Dean looked at his brother and wondered if he'd ever seen Sam look this…tired. Because for all Dean could see his brother looking like crap, and like he was sick, tired was the only word that seemed to fit properly.
"Well Dean Winchester, I took you for a lot of things, but stupid wasn't the one screeching out at me when we were at the bar. That was more along the lines of horny." She walked out of the kitchenette, her very stride still oozing cocky, just like before.
"Leave him alone Lex." Sam said, not even looking up.
Dean was looking from one to the other in utter disbelief, mouth trying to form words when his tongue just wasn't cooperating.
"…You two…you…what?" That wicked glint appeared in her eyes again and she smirked the smirk not unlike his own.
"Long story short, I've known Sam for a while. We met in college." She'd sidled closer to him, looking the short way up into his eyes. She had to be five eight at the least.
"You went to college?" He tried, god knows he tried to keep the disbelief from his voice. The look she gave him—something almost innocent—told him he hadn't done a very good job though.
"You don't think I'm college material, right Dean?" She was closer than ever now, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her body. It was messing with his head.
"No…I mean, yeah…I just…" She was getting way too much pleasure out of watching him squirm. Sam was shaking his head, though his eyes still hadn't left the computer screen.
"I majored in Psychology. Passed with flying colors, too." He'd be the first to agree wholeheartedly to that. She'd known him for all of fifteen minutes and already she had a valid read on his mental state.
Not a good thing.
"So, tell me again what you're doing here." She shrugged, tilting the chair back on two legs.
"Sam called, asked for my help."
"And you know about this stuff how?" Dean didn't miss the way she hesitated just the smallest bit before answering.
"Call it acquired knowledge. I was just open to things, not blinkered." That was what he was looking for. She was hiding something, the way he judged it, something painful.
"How do you think you're going to be able to help?"
"I'll see what I can do. Need a little more to go on before I start jumping to conclusions sweetheart."
"So you know about the demon in the area, I'm guessing." Lexi nodded, long fingered hands drumming on the table top.
"Know all about that. Sam said you're going after it in a couple of days." Dean glanced over at his brother. No help there.
"What are you calling your college buddies and getting them to meet up for, Sam?" Dean hissed at his brother as soon as Lexi was out of earshot in the kitchen.
"I couldn't…" Sam sighed. "I needed help, Dean."
"Help with what?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam looked up at him, disbelieving.
"To save you, what else?" Dean groaned, tilting his head back and rolling his eyes.
"Damn it , Sam. I told you to stop." Sam stared at his brother, knowing he should have expected this. But Lexi could handle Dean; that had never bothered him. It was Dean handling her that he hadn't thought about. He supposed he should have known that the way Lexi could completely pull things out of left field would have upset the equilibrium a little.
"You honestly thought I'd listen, Dean? What am I supposed to do, just stop?"
"Well, that was the point, jackass." Dean muttered.
"Just let you die, that's what you want me to do. How am I supposed to do that, Dean? I'd rather…I'd rather die than watch you go to hell." Sam spat back, setting the computer on the table next to him.
Dean, snorted, before spreading his arms wide.
"And start this all over again? You're…"
"Yeah, stronger than you, you've said Dean." Sam said coldly, taking his eyes off his brother for the first time.
"Exactly. You could…"
"Live without you? The same way you couldn't without me? For fucks sakes, Dean; I've…I can't remember a time when you weren't there. I'm not just gonna give up." Dean stared at his brother until the almost desperate look on Sam's face made him sick to the stomach, at which point he turned around, dragging a hand through his hair.
"Why not?" He said, voice only just above a whisper, but still so frustrated. There was a crash behind him that made Dean whip around. Then Sam was in his face, tears shining in his eyes.
It was stupid, but all he could think, for the thousandth time, was; When did the kid get so tall?
"Because you're my brother, Dean! My brother! And I am not just going to walk away from this! Why would you think that? Why would you think that it's so easy for me to just watch you walk away like you don't care that you're going. To. Die." Sam punctuated the last words with a stab to Dean's chest.
Then there was a hand where Sam had hit, and Lexi was between them. She walked Sam away, talking to him soothingly the whole time.
"Hey, I think that's enough testosterone for tonight. No, c'mon, you're upset, you're tired, and you're scared. Just leave it, Sam, let me talk to him. Hey? How about you go out and get something to eat? Something for tonight, and something for tomorrow morning. And coffee too. Not the crap either, the good stuff. Take my car." She thrust her keys at him, looking up at Sam imploringly.
He turned on his heel and walked out, the empty echo of the heavy wooden door slamming filling the room.
Lexi turned towards Dean, giving him the smallest of smiles.
"What say you and me have a talk?"