A Legend In My Time Ch 2/?
A Legend In My Time
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
May 2, 2009
3 A.M.
At first Lexi had ignored the dreams; those vivid nightmares some might even call visions. She told herself it wasn't happening again, it couldn't be. She made excuses. Flimsy ones like: the stress of being a working mother and Dean hunting on his own. The dreams couldn’t be premonitions. She tried to push it all to the back of her mind, remembering what Dean had told her, that her powers were never coming back. She’d wanted to believe him, but she couldn't stop thinking that it was starting all over again.
*~*~*
Fully awake, Lexi runs her hand down her face, her breathing heavy as she tries to shake off the dream. She tells herself, it’s just another nightmare, but she knows these dreams are different. They aren’t like the other nightmares she’s had since Dean bound her powers. No, these are like the ones she had of Dean dying; like the ones she had of the other special children when her father was alive.
Lexi gets out of bed carefully so as not to wake Dean. Quietly, she moves through the motel room and opens the door to step out on the walkway. She leans her forearms on the railing and takes deep breaths as she gazes out at the parking lot before her.
She’s confused. The visions and the rest of her powers stopped the night Dean performed the binding spell. So why are they back almost a year later? Are there still other special children out there? And if so, are they having the same nightmares she is? She could ask Sam if he’s having strange dreams about something rising but Sam’s dead. And Dean? How can she bring up her powers reemerging without causing Dean more stress? Besides, she doesn’t want to see that look in his eyes again. Who else could she talk to? Of course, there’s always Jackie, but then Dean would want to know what they were talking about. Lexi knows deep down that something bad is coming. She just has no idea how horrible it’s going to be.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks as he stands next to her at the railing.
Lexi’s startled at the sound of her husband’s voice and says, “You scared me. I thought you were asleep.”
“Yeah, well, funny, I could say the same thing about you.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” She whispers studying her hands intently, “Long day and all that.”
Dean slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close and knowing full well she’s holding something back. “Lex, we always have long days. What’s going on with you, Baby? Is it cuz you got another negative on the pregnancy test the other day or…”
“No, it’s not because of the test. You know me and my nightmares. So, yeah, sleep’s not that easy anymore.”
“Oh. I thought they were getting better.”
“Yeah.” Lexi says, shifting uncomfortably and running her hands through her hair, “Today’s Sam’s birthday and he’s dead because of…”
“Sammy isn’t dead because of you.”
She glances at Dean before dropping her gaze to her hands, then states quietly, “You sure about that? My father infected Sam. He orchestrated us getting back together just so we’d have Jake. And Jake’s…Jake’s more powerful than me. And he dropped that ceiling on Sam…”
“Lexi, what Azazel did is not your fault. How many times do I have to say it?”
“I know. I just…” She whispers and hangs her head so her long hair hides her face.
Dean pulls her firmly against him and reaches up to move her hair off of her cheek with his free hand. “You’re not evil. Baby girl, you’re the kindest, sweetest person I know. C’mon, Lex, it’s late. Let’s go back to bed.”
Sand Castle Diner
Lexi’s sitting at a table in the middle of the small diner while Dean is outside on the phone with Bobby. She watches him pace in front of the window and can’t help but admire him. Standing at more than six feet tall and solidly built, Dean’s an imposing figure. But to Lexi, he’s also beautiful. She loves the freckles that run along the bridge of his nose, his large muddy green eyes with his long eyelashes and his mouth. God, how she loves his mouth. His lips are perfect and so kissable. There are times she finds herself staring at his lips as he talks, reminded of how he uses them to make her whimper and beg for more.
Memories of their quickie in the shower this morning begin to run through her mind. She closes her eyes and it’s like she can almost feel his hands on her again. Just the thought of how Dean’s hands slid over her wet skin as he sucked marks into her neck has her ready for round two. She shakes her head, attempting to push the thoughts away. They’re on a case and she has to remain focused. Besides, this is the first real case that Dean’s let her work with him.
Normally, he only lets her go on simple salt and burns. She doesn’t want to give him any reasons to side line her from future cases. Although, Dean didn’t seem to mind her jumping his bones yesterday. Lexi couldn’t help herself. There was just something about seeing Dean in his element and wearing that suit that turned her on. She isn’t ashamed to admit it. She just doesn’t want Dean to try and use it against her.
Lexi looks up when the bell above the door chimes. Dean smiles at her from across the room and closes the distance between them in a few long strides. He takes the chair directly opposite from her, snagging a menu.
“What did Bobby say?”
Dean glances up from the menu then shrugs. “He ain’t got a clue what we’re dealing with either. Oh and he’ll be here with Jake after lunch.”
“Awesome.”
“C’mon Lex, the three of us will figure it out. We always do.” He takes a pack of Camels out of his front jacket pocket and taps it against his palm. “You mind, Babe?”
She shakes her head no and Dean fishes his zippo out. He flicks it open, lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. His eyes close as he exhales, enjoying the calm that settles over him. Dean knows he should quit smoking but with the year he's had, he just can’t seem to kick it. Truth is he's cut way back, partly because Lexi’s been riding him about it and partly because it’s not good for Jake.
A waitress approaches their table and asks if they want coffee or something else. Dean gestures at the coffee pot as he flicks cigarette ash into the ashtray and orders two coffees and some cream for Lexi.
After pouring the coffees the waitress asks, “Are you two ready to order or do you need some more time?”
Dean says with a smile, “We’re ready. My wife will have an egg white Spanish omelet with wheat toast, dry, and fruit instead of home fries. I’m gonna have the breakfast platter, eggs over easy with bacon and a side of pancakes.”
“Be up in a jiff.” The waitress says returning his smile.
He watches her walk away feeling something isn’t quite right. He can’t put his finger on it but now as his eyes sweep over the diner, it all feels off.
The waitress returns a few minutes later with their breakfast. She sets the plates on the table as both Dean and Lexi thank her. She then sits in the chair at the end of their table. Lexi looks at her raising her eyebrow. “Can we help you with something?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact you can. I was just wondering how you can sit here with him and pretend that you’re not one of us.”
“Excuse me?” Lexi replies as she reaches for her knife slowly.
The waitress’ eyes go black for a moment; as does the rest of the diner’s occupants. Another waitress goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.
“You’re a traitor.” The waitress sitting at the table says to Lexi. “You should be running hell after your father died but here you are shacking up with a human. No less, a Winchester.” She then turns to Dean sneering, “And you. Aren’t you a lucky duck.”
“That's me alright.”
“So, you just get a ‘get out of jail free’ card. What makes you so damn special?”
“I dunno. Wasn't my doing, ask your ‘Queen’ here, she’s the one that let me off the hook.”
The waitress turns to Lexi with a sneer. “I should drag you both back to hell myself.”
Dean glares at the demon shifting towards her as if to attack. Lexi holds a hand up and Dean stops. He settles back into his chair curious as to what his wife is about to do.
Lexi sits up straight, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her hand comes up from under the table gripping a knife. She twirls it in her hand and then slams it into the demon’s neck. Smoke begins to rise from the punctured skin as the demon howls in pain. Lexi leans in saying, “No, you won’t. Because if you were you would’ve done it already. I don’t like idle threats and I don’t like demons threatening my family. So go ahead. Take. Me. Back. And let’s see who ends up on top. I’ll give you a hint, it won’t be you. You think this consecrated iron knife hurts, oh, what I’ll do to you, to all of you, is nothing compared to this pain.”
“I'm going to rip open your chest and tear out your heart.”
Lexi leans forward, her eyes bright with challenge. She pulls the knife out and slams it back into the demon’s neck. The demon does nothing but glare at them nervously. “That's what I thought. Let's go, Dean.”
They both stand, the demons in the diner staring. Dean pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a twenty-dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table. “For breakfast.”
Dean and Lexi walk out of the diner and across the street to the Impala as fast as they can. Once they’re in the safety of the car Dean turns to his wife with wide eyes, “What the hell was that you pulled back there? You don’t have powers anymore Lexi.”
“I didn’t think they knew that. So, I took a chance.”
“You took a chance? Yeah, well, no more taking chances.” Dean snaps as he turns the ignition.
“Dean, what was I supposed to do? If they knew I didn’t have my mojo we’d both be dead right now.”
“I don’t think so. They're scared. Of what I don’t know. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s some high level demon. Or maybe it’s whatever burned the eyes outta three people in this town. Either way, one job at a time Lex.”
The Next Morning
It starts out like any other Sunday. Dean loves Sundays now; a lazy day of sleeping in and, if the weather is good, a trip to City Park with his little family. Dean sighs thinking about the strange life he and Lexi have carved out for themselves in New Orleans. To the outsider, they appear to be a normal family. He works odd jobs, Lexi’s a doctor, and they have an intuitive little boy. Dean spends as much time with them as he can despite hunting. It isn't uncommon for Dean to come back from a hunt to find Jackie trying to teach Lexi to cook while she attempts to keep Jake out of getting into everything. Yeah, his life is strange. If people only knew what he and Lexi did on their days off.
Dean shields his eyes as the sun filters in through the curtains, causing Lexi to bury her face deeper into his neck. He rubs her lower back in small circles, enjoying the peace and quiet while he can. He’s hoping they can stay in bed as long as possible after the nightmare filled night Lexi has had. He says a silent prayer that Jake will sleep just a bit longer than usual, but Dean has no such luck. Promptly at 8:30 a.m., Jake Winchester proceeds to pull himself up in his crib and begin screaming, 'Dada', at the top of his little lungs.
“Who needs an alarm clock when you have Jacob Winchester?” Lexi grumbles and attempts to bury herself deeper into Dean's neck.
“How you feeling?”
“Exhausted.”
Dean sighs and glances at his tired wife, “Why don't you go jump in the shower? I'll get Jake and I'll meet you in the kitchenette.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” She mumbles as they both get out of bed and head in opposite directions.
Lexi walks into the small kitchen area twenty minutes later to find Dean and their 18-month old son having some sort of cheerio flinging contest. She raises her eyebrow, smirking slightly, when Dean finally notices her standing behind him. “Hey Lex, I was just feeding Jake.”
“Really? Usually when you feed someone the cheerios go in their mouth Sweetie not on the floor.”
“We’re just having some fun. I'll clean it up later.” Dean smiles innocently before turning back to Jake, “Right buddy? We'll clean it up later.”
Jake giggles in response, clapping his small, chubby hands before tossing another cheerio in his father's direction. “YAY!”
“I see you already made coffee. What do you want for breakfast Dean, scrambled eggs or over easy?”
“Either and some toast. Oh and make some of that bacon we got last night. I'm starving.”
She laughs quietly while grabbing the eggs, bacon and butter out of the fridge. She turns, fully intending to head to the stove but the T.V. catches her attention instead. Lexi's eyes widen suddenly as she watches the screen. She gasps dropping the carton of eggs she has in her hand. She can't believe what she’s seeing.
“Baby, what's wrong?” She hears Dean ask her, “Lexi? Lex, are you all right?”
Lexi stares at Dean griping her hands tightly to get them to stop shaking, “I…I'm fi-fine.”
“No you're not, you're shaking.”
“I'm fine.” She whispers bending down to clean up the eggs she has dropped, “I'm just tired is all…”
Dean bends down and lifts Lexi's chin so she can't look away from him. His voice is soft when he speaks to her, “You're a bad liar you know that. Baby girl, what's going on? You look scared shitless.”
She swallows hard knowing damn well Dean is not going to like the answer she is about to give him. “The circle of dead trees…on the news just now…I saw it happen…”
“What do you mean you saw it happen?”
“I…I dreamt about it. I've been dreaming about those dead trees for three nights now.”
“What? Like a vision?” Dean cocks his eyebrow, his mind going a million miles a second, “Like the visions you had before?”
“Yes, exactly like before.”
Dean stares at her a moment before speaking, “Wait. You can't be having visions, Lex. I bound your powers. This has to be something else.”
“Okay, then like what Dean?”
“I dunno. Have you felt…different?”
“Different?”
“Yeah, different.”
“Not really.” Lexi tilts her head to the side, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip before continuing, “I mean I've been a little nauseous and tired but nothing ya know supernatural.”
“Maybe you're finally knocked up.” Dean says simply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Lexi just looks at him, her green eyes wide, and her mouth hanging open. For once, Dean has rendered his chatterbox wife speechless, “Hey, I'm just saying it's possible. I mean that is what we’ve been trying to do for almost a year now.”
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
May 2, 2009
3 A.M.
At first Lexi had ignored the dreams; those vivid nightmares some might even call visions. She told herself it wasn't happening again, it couldn't be. She made excuses. Flimsy ones like: the stress of being a working mother and Dean hunting on his own. The dreams couldn’t be premonitions. She tried to push it all to the back of her mind, remembering what Dean had told her, that her powers were never coming back. She’d wanted to believe him, but she couldn't stop thinking that it was starting all over again.
*~*~*
Fully awake, Lexi runs her hand down her face, her breathing heavy as she tries to shake off the dream. She tells herself, it’s just another nightmare, but she knows these dreams are different. They aren’t like the other nightmares she’s had since Dean bound her powers. No, these are like the ones she had of Dean dying; like the ones she had of the other special children when her father was alive.
Lexi gets out of bed carefully so as not to wake Dean. Quietly, she moves through the motel room and opens the door to step out on the walkway. She leans her forearms on the railing and takes deep breaths as she gazes out at the parking lot before her.
She’s confused. The visions and the rest of her powers stopped the night Dean performed the binding spell. So why are they back almost a year later? Are there still other special children out there? And if so, are they having the same nightmares she is? She could ask Sam if he’s having strange dreams about something rising but Sam’s dead. And Dean? How can she bring up her powers reemerging without causing Dean more stress? Besides, she doesn’t want to see that look in his eyes again. Who else could she talk to? Of course, there’s always Jackie, but then Dean would want to know what they were talking about. Lexi knows deep down that something bad is coming. She just has no idea how horrible it’s going to be.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks as he stands next to her at the railing.
Lexi’s startled at the sound of her husband’s voice and says, “You scared me. I thought you were asleep.”
“Yeah, well, funny, I could say the same thing about you.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” She whispers studying her hands intently, “Long day and all that.”
Dean slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close and knowing full well she’s holding something back. “Lex, we always have long days. What’s going on with you, Baby? Is it cuz you got another negative on the pregnancy test the other day or…”
“No, it’s not because of the test. You know me and my nightmares. So, yeah, sleep’s not that easy anymore.”
“Oh. I thought they were getting better.”
“Yeah.” Lexi says, shifting uncomfortably and running her hands through her hair, “Today’s Sam’s birthday and he’s dead because of…”
“Sammy isn’t dead because of you.”
She glances at Dean before dropping her gaze to her hands, then states quietly, “You sure about that? My father infected Sam. He orchestrated us getting back together just so we’d have Jake. And Jake’s…Jake’s more powerful than me. And he dropped that ceiling on Sam…”
“Lexi, what Azazel did is not your fault. How many times do I have to say it?”
“I know. I just…” She whispers and hangs her head so her long hair hides her face.
Dean pulls her firmly against him and reaches up to move her hair off of her cheek with his free hand. “You’re not evil. Baby girl, you’re the kindest, sweetest person I know. C’mon, Lex, it’s late. Let’s go back to bed.”
Sand Castle Diner
Lexi’s sitting at a table in the middle of the small diner while Dean is outside on the phone with Bobby. She watches him pace in front of the window and can’t help but admire him. Standing at more than six feet tall and solidly built, Dean’s an imposing figure. But to Lexi, he’s also beautiful. She loves the freckles that run along the bridge of his nose, his large muddy green eyes with his long eyelashes and his mouth. God, how she loves his mouth. His lips are perfect and so kissable. There are times she finds herself staring at his lips as he talks, reminded of how he uses them to make her whimper and beg for more.
Memories of their quickie in the shower this morning begin to run through her mind. She closes her eyes and it’s like she can almost feel his hands on her again. Just the thought of how Dean’s hands slid over her wet skin as he sucked marks into her neck has her ready for round two. She shakes her head, attempting to push the thoughts away. They’re on a case and she has to remain focused. Besides, this is the first real case that Dean’s let her work with him.
Normally, he only lets her go on simple salt and burns. She doesn’t want to give him any reasons to side line her from future cases. Although, Dean didn’t seem to mind her jumping his bones yesterday. Lexi couldn’t help herself. There was just something about seeing Dean in his element and wearing that suit that turned her on. She isn’t ashamed to admit it. She just doesn’t want Dean to try and use it against her.
Lexi looks up when the bell above the door chimes. Dean smiles at her from across the room and closes the distance between them in a few long strides. He takes the chair directly opposite from her, snagging a menu.
“What did Bobby say?”
Dean glances up from the menu then shrugs. “He ain’t got a clue what we’re dealing with either. Oh and he’ll be here with Jake after lunch.”
“Awesome.”
“C’mon Lex, the three of us will figure it out. We always do.” He takes a pack of Camels out of his front jacket pocket and taps it against his palm. “You mind, Babe?”
She shakes her head no and Dean fishes his zippo out. He flicks it open, lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. His eyes close as he exhales, enjoying the calm that settles over him. Dean knows he should quit smoking but with the year he's had, he just can’t seem to kick it. Truth is he's cut way back, partly because Lexi’s been riding him about it and partly because it’s not good for Jake.
A waitress approaches their table and asks if they want coffee or something else. Dean gestures at the coffee pot as he flicks cigarette ash into the ashtray and orders two coffees and some cream for Lexi.
After pouring the coffees the waitress asks, “Are you two ready to order or do you need some more time?”
Dean says with a smile, “We’re ready. My wife will have an egg white Spanish omelet with wheat toast, dry, and fruit instead of home fries. I’m gonna have the breakfast platter, eggs over easy with bacon and a side of pancakes.”
“Be up in a jiff.” The waitress says returning his smile.
He watches her walk away feeling something isn’t quite right. He can’t put his finger on it but now as his eyes sweep over the diner, it all feels off.
The waitress returns a few minutes later with their breakfast. She sets the plates on the table as both Dean and Lexi thank her. She then sits in the chair at the end of their table. Lexi looks at her raising her eyebrow. “Can we help you with something?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact you can. I was just wondering how you can sit here with him and pretend that you’re not one of us.”
“Excuse me?” Lexi replies as she reaches for her knife slowly.
The waitress’ eyes go black for a moment; as does the rest of the diner’s occupants. Another waitress goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.
“You’re a traitor.” The waitress sitting at the table says to Lexi. “You should be running hell after your father died but here you are shacking up with a human. No less, a Winchester.” She then turns to Dean sneering, “And you. Aren’t you a lucky duck.”
“That's me alright.”
“So, you just get a ‘get out of jail free’ card. What makes you so damn special?”
“I dunno. Wasn't my doing, ask your ‘Queen’ here, she’s the one that let me off the hook.”
The waitress turns to Lexi with a sneer. “I should drag you both back to hell myself.”
Dean glares at the demon shifting towards her as if to attack. Lexi holds a hand up and Dean stops. He settles back into his chair curious as to what his wife is about to do.
Lexi sits up straight, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her hand comes up from under the table gripping a knife. She twirls it in her hand and then slams it into the demon’s neck. Smoke begins to rise from the punctured skin as the demon howls in pain. Lexi leans in saying, “No, you won’t. Because if you were you would’ve done it already. I don’t like idle threats and I don’t like demons threatening my family. So go ahead. Take. Me. Back. And let’s see who ends up on top. I’ll give you a hint, it won’t be you. You think this consecrated iron knife hurts, oh, what I’ll do to you, to all of you, is nothing compared to this pain.”
“I'm going to rip open your chest and tear out your heart.”
Lexi leans forward, her eyes bright with challenge. She pulls the knife out and slams it back into the demon’s neck. The demon does nothing but glare at them nervously. “That's what I thought. Let's go, Dean.”
They both stand, the demons in the diner staring. Dean pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a twenty-dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table. “For breakfast.”
Dean and Lexi walk out of the diner and across the street to the Impala as fast as they can. Once they’re in the safety of the car Dean turns to his wife with wide eyes, “What the hell was that you pulled back there? You don’t have powers anymore Lexi.”
“I didn’t think they knew that. So, I took a chance.”
“You took a chance? Yeah, well, no more taking chances.” Dean snaps as he turns the ignition.
“Dean, what was I supposed to do? If they knew I didn’t have my mojo we’d both be dead right now.”
“I don’t think so. They're scared. Of what I don’t know. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s some high level demon. Or maybe it’s whatever burned the eyes outta three people in this town. Either way, one job at a time Lex.”
The Next Morning
It starts out like any other Sunday. Dean loves Sundays now; a lazy day of sleeping in and, if the weather is good, a trip to City Park with his little family. Dean sighs thinking about the strange life he and Lexi have carved out for themselves in New Orleans. To the outsider, they appear to be a normal family. He works odd jobs, Lexi’s a doctor, and they have an intuitive little boy. Dean spends as much time with them as he can despite hunting. It isn't uncommon for Dean to come back from a hunt to find Jackie trying to teach Lexi to cook while she attempts to keep Jake out of getting into everything. Yeah, his life is strange. If people only knew what he and Lexi did on their days off.
Dean shields his eyes as the sun filters in through the curtains, causing Lexi to bury her face deeper into his neck. He rubs her lower back in small circles, enjoying the peace and quiet while he can. He’s hoping they can stay in bed as long as possible after the nightmare filled night Lexi has had. He says a silent prayer that Jake will sleep just a bit longer than usual, but Dean has no such luck. Promptly at 8:30 a.m., Jake Winchester proceeds to pull himself up in his crib and begin screaming, 'Dada', at the top of his little lungs.
“Who needs an alarm clock when you have Jacob Winchester?” Lexi grumbles and attempts to bury herself deeper into Dean's neck.
“How you feeling?”
“Exhausted.”
Dean sighs and glances at his tired wife, “Why don't you go jump in the shower? I'll get Jake and I'll meet you in the kitchenette.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” She mumbles as they both get out of bed and head in opposite directions.
Lexi walks into the small kitchen area twenty minutes later to find Dean and their 18-month old son having some sort of cheerio flinging contest. She raises her eyebrow, smirking slightly, when Dean finally notices her standing behind him. “Hey Lex, I was just feeding Jake.”
“Really? Usually when you feed someone the cheerios go in their mouth Sweetie not on the floor.”
“We’re just having some fun. I'll clean it up later.” Dean smiles innocently before turning back to Jake, “Right buddy? We'll clean it up later.”
Jake giggles in response, clapping his small, chubby hands before tossing another cheerio in his father's direction. “YAY!”
“I see you already made coffee. What do you want for breakfast Dean, scrambled eggs or over easy?”
“Either and some toast. Oh and make some of that bacon we got last night. I'm starving.”
She laughs quietly while grabbing the eggs, bacon and butter out of the fridge. She turns, fully intending to head to the stove but the T.V. catches her attention instead. Lexi's eyes widen suddenly as she watches the screen. She gasps dropping the carton of eggs she has in her hand. She can't believe what she’s seeing.
“Baby, what's wrong?” She hears Dean ask her, “Lexi? Lex, are you all right?”
Lexi stares at Dean griping her hands tightly to get them to stop shaking, “I…I'm fi-fine.”
“No you're not, you're shaking.”
“I'm fine.” She whispers bending down to clean up the eggs she has dropped, “I'm just tired is all…”
Dean bends down and lifts Lexi's chin so she can't look away from him. His voice is soft when he speaks to her, “You're a bad liar you know that. Baby girl, what's going on? You look scared shitless.”
She swallows hard knowing damn well Dean is not going to like the answer she is about to give him. “The circle of dead trees…on the news just now…I saw it happen…”
“What do you mean you saw it happen?”
“I…I dreamt about it. I've been dreaming about those dead trees for three nights now.”
“What? Like a vision?” Dean cocks his eyebrow, his mind going a million miles a second, “Like the visions you had before?”
“Yes, exactly like before.”
Dean stares at her a moment before speaking, “Wait. You can't be having visions, Lex. I bound your powers. This has to be something else.”
“Okay, then like what Dean?”
“I dunno. Have you felt…different?”
“Different?”
“Yeah, different.”
“Not really.” Lexi tilts her head to the side, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip before continuing, “I mean I've been a little nauseous and tired but nothing ya know supernatural.”
“Maybe you're finally knocked up.” Dean says simply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Lexi just looks at him, her green eyes wide, and her mouth hanging open. For once, Dean has rendered his chatterbox wife speechless, “Hey, I'm just saying it's possible. I mean that is what we’ve been trying to do for almost a year now.”