A Legend In My Time Ch 3/?
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
Chapter 3
*~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 and her awesome suggestions. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
Dean stands surveying the mess Lexi just made and smiles. “Hey, how about you clean this up? I’ll go run up the street to that bagel shop and grab us some breakfast?”
“Sure sounds like a plan.”
“Know what you want?”
“Um, yeah. Plain bagel with vegetable cream cheese.”
He nods as he crosses the room to Jake and takes him out of the high chair saying, “Got it. I’m gonna take Jake with me. You relax. Maybe you’ll remember something more about those dead trees.”
Dean walks back into the motel room forty minutes later as if nothing unusual is going on. Despite the fact that he just found out that Lexi's visions are back, he’s in a good mood. No, scratch that. Dean is in a terrific mood. He watches with amusement while Jake attempts to free himself from his stroller, his chubby hands pulling at the straps in frustration. He glares up at Dean his little face scrunched up in annoyance. “You want out, Buddy?”
Jake grunts in response, his eyes following his father's hands as he loosens the straps. As soon as they are undone, Jake runs into the kitchenette and bounces on his toes in front of his mother. Lexi lifts him into her lap and ruffles his blonde hair, “What do ya got there, Jake?”
He grins at his mom and carefully places the brown paper bag Dean gave him to hold in front of her. She eyes the bag suspiciously and asks, “Is that my bagel?”
“Nooooooo.”
“No?” She glances up as Dean enters the kitchen, wondering why he has that sly smile on his face. “Where's my bagel? You said you were going to get me breakfast.”
“I have it right here. Chill out.” Dean smirks and hands her a second bag. He then points to the bag on the table trying to sound normal, “Take the test. You're knocked up. I know you are.”
“I am not.”
“Yeah, Babe, you are. You're getting crazier as the days go on and snapping at me for random food. Take the test Lex, just so we know for sure. If you're not, you're not. No big deal. We just keep trying till you are.”
“You're crazy.” Lexi snorts grabbing her bagel out of the bag. “I'm just stressed out is all. There's no way. Plus, the test I took last week was negative.”
“Lexi, you’re a doctor. You know there’s lots of reasons why you’d get a negative. But, ya know, if you’re so sure you’re not, take the test to prove me wrong and we won't talk about it anymore.” Dean says then kisses her cheek. “I'm just gonna leave it right here.”
Lexi hears the soft click of the motel room door closing but doesn't move an inch. She sits at the kitchen table glaring at the box Dean placed in front of her. She doesn't want to take the test because it would only confirm what she already suspected. Lexi just doesn't want to admit that Dean is right and that maybe this is the reason the visions are back.
An Hour Later
Dean looks up at the motel room window, wondering if Lexi is still sulking at the kitchen table. He chuckles to himself as he pictures her sitting there glaring daggers at the pregnancy test. She'll get over it like she always does. It kind of amazes Dean how well she bounces back from things, like the fact that her father was some crazed yellow eyed demon. Okay, that isn't a good example. That’s just her pretending everything is peachy keen. Whatever. The point is that she’s resilient, and that once it sinks in that she’s pregnant, she'll be driving Dean insane over what theme she wants in the nursery.
He sighs, knowing full well he can't hide outside cleaning the car forever. He finds her exactly where he thought she'd be. Lexi hasn't moved. She’s sitting there at the table, eyes glued to the box in front of her. After saying hello to Jake, Dean sits across from her, his eyebrow raised. “You take it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There's no point so why even bother?”
“If you're so sure you're not pregnant, what's the big deal?” Dean points at her, smiling smugly. “You know you are. You just don't wanna admit I’m right.”
“That’s not true!”
“Then take the test!”
Lexi snatches the test off of the table and heads towards the bathroom. “Fine! I'll take it to prove you're wrong!”
Dean pours himself a cup of coffee and then leans back against the counter as he patiently waits for her to come out of the bathroom. He doesn't have to wait long. Dean couldn't have missed her scream, 'SON OF A BITCH!', if he tried. He attempts to keep a straight face when Lexi stalks back into the kitchen, her green eyes hard. Dean rests against the counter casually, or what he hopes passes for casual, “Well?”
“I hate you.”
Dean can't help the smile that is pulling at the corners of his mouth, “You do not. Besides it's not a bad thing, Lex.”
“Maybe for you it's not. Jake's not even two years old yet, I just started working and the apartment's barely big enough for us and Jake as it is…”
“We'll be okay.” Dean whispers putting his arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze. “This is a good thing. We can get a bigger place and you can still work…”
She sighs as she leans into Dean and rests her head against his shoulder, “But I like our apartment, this is just…two kids…”
“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Dean pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head. “You'll see. Besides, you’re the one that wanted to start trying. Didn’t you say Jake needed a sibling?”
“I know I did. It's...I didn't think it'd happen so soon.”
“Nothing goes as planned for us, ya know that.” Dean laughs, giving her another reassuring squeeze, “This is a good thing, baby girl.”
Later that afternoon, Bobby is with them when Dean gets a phone call from the Sheriff informing him they found another body with burned out eyes at a gas station just outside of town. He takes down the information then turns to Lexi and Bobby. “Got a body outside of town. Bobby, you ready to suit up?”
“Me? No, take Lexi. This is a fresh body. Let the doctor take a look. I’ll stay here with the kid and do more research.”
“Ok. Let’s roll, Lex.”
Once they change into their FBI clothes and Lexi finishes giving Bobby a rundown of what not to give to Jake to eat, they head out. As they make their way down the stairs Dean says casually, “Ya know, Bobby ain’t gonna pay attention to your list right? I mean, hell, he never paid any mind to what my father said and my father was a hell of a lot scarier than you.”
Lexi stops dead in her tracks and looks up at her husband with wide eyes, then quickly turns to head back up the stairs.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Dean catches her before she reaches the landing and gently grabs her arm to stop her. He doesn’t bother hiding his amusement as he says, “See? This right here. This is how I knew you were knocked up again. One-way ticket to crazy town.”
“I am not acting crazy.” She protests.
“Lex.” Dean says giving her a look.
She sighs and throws up her hands. “Okay, fine. You have a point. It’s not the end of the world if Jake has some sugar.”
“You’re ready to play FBI Agent now?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
When they get to the scene, Dean and Lexi head in separate directions. Dean goes to speak with the Sheriff and Lexi heads for the body.
“Agent Nicks,” The Medical Examiner says with surprise as Lexi joins him, “wasn’t expecting you here.”
“No? This is the second body that’s dropped in as many days.” She replies, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.
“You think it’s a serial killer?” He questions nervously.
“Too early to say.” Lexi gestures at the body. “You mind if I take a look?”
“Not all, Agent Nicks. Go ahead.”
Lexi kneels next to the body and begins her examination. “White male. Late twenties to early thirties. About six-foot-tall and one hundred and ninety pounds. No sign of blunt force trauma. Both eyes missing. Eyes appear to have been burned. No damage to the surrounding area except from the blood around the sockets. No sign of an accelerant. Anything found near the body?”
“No but there’s that smell. Do you know what it is?”
It’s at that moment that she notices the smell wafting from the body and has to close her eyes to fight off a bout of nausea. ‘Damn you, Dean, for being right.’ she thinks just before opening her eyes. And that’s when her surroundings become unfocused and the vision hits her full force. Her hands fly up to hold her head as it begins to throb painfully. The pain is so intense she has to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. Each image and sound increasing the pain that is now building in her head. She gasps and looks up to meet the M.E.’s eyes as the pain finally subsides.
“Are you alright Agent Nicks?” The M.E. asks her, not bothering to hide his concern.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Lexi smiles weakly as she begins prying the gloves off her hands. “It’s just a migraine from the smell. Oh, and by the way, the smell is sulfur.”
“We’re going to need a copy of the autopsy.” She informs him over her shoulder as she leaves. She has to find Dean.
He finds her first. He grabs her elbow, leads her away from the crowd and asks, “So, same m.o. as the other bodies?”
“Yeah. Only this time the body reeks of sulfur.”
“A demon.” Dean concludes, not hiding his surprise.
“Better yet. He’s one of the demons that was in the diner yesterday morning. So, if we’re sticking with the theory that this is a demon, then why’s it killing other demons?”
Dean looks up squinting, “My guess is this is some high level demon making a power play. There’s no clear cut leader now that Azazel’s off the board.”
“You think they’re fighting for control of hell?”
“Makes sense why they were scared and why they’re scared of you.”
“I guess. Dean, I…” She stammers.
“What?"
“I had a vision just now. Like an honest to God vision when I was examining the body.”
“What did you see?”
“A field. Then some sort of blast and the dead trees falling. And then the gas station and that demon with another man. I couldn’t see his face. All I saw was his hand on the demon’s face and then the demon’s eyes burning.”
“You get a name?”
“No but there was this God awful high pitched sound through the whole vision.”
Dean nods mulling over the new information. “Okay. Listen, I’ll come back later when five-o has cleared out and look around. Check for EMF to rule out vengeful spirit and what not. You can follow up with the Medical Examiner.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After hours of research, Lexi finally asks Dean to get a map. She stares at it for a moment, then points to a road saying, “The gas station is here, right?” Dean leans over, examines the spot on the map and nods. She hesitantly moves her finger, then points firmly to a spot a little way down that same road. She looks up at Dean her eyes wide. “This is where the circle of dead trees is.”
Dean looks into her eyes for a beat before straightening. “Guess I’m going to check out some dead trees.”
Dean waits until Lexi puts Jake to bed before heading out to check out the woods and the crime scene. Pulling off the road into a grassy field, he gets out of the Impala leaving the lights on, and walks towards the trees. He only has to walk a few feet to find what he is looking for. He stares at the large circular area of dead trees not quite believing his eyes. All of the trees are lying flat on the ground facing out of a small, perfect circle in the center. He takes note of the complete silence. Not even a cricket is chirping. He pulls out his EMF and walks to the center. Nothing registers on the EMF but he knows in his bones that something unnatural did this. Finding no clues on what that might be, he goes to check out the crime scene.
The gas station is deserted when he pulls up, which is a good thing. Now he can investigate the real case. He pulls out the EMF once again and crosses the lot to where the body was found. Nothing registers on the EMF but the smell of sulfur is strong. Dean pulls his flash light out of his pocket and shines it on the ground. Sure enough, there’s traces of sulfur all over the pavement.
Dean approaches the gas market cautiously, shining his flash light towards the building. He pounds on the door calling out, “Hello?”
When he doesn’t get a response, he picks the lock. Inside, he checks the aisles and the bathroom for signs of anything supernatural. Once he’s satisfied there’s no evidence of that, he goes to check behind the counter. As he's checking, the television to his left flicks on, showing only static. Dean raises an eyebrow and shuts it off. Then, the radio to his right turns on to white noise and then the television turns back on.
Not wasting any time, Dean races down an aisle to grab a container of salt. He opens it and pours it along the windowsill. Suddenly, Dean hears a high-pitched noise and covers one ear in pain as he continues to pour the salt with the other. The sound gets louder, causing Dean to drop the salt. He covers both ears and crouches on the floor moaning from the pain. He feels like his head is about to explode when the window above him shatters. Dean drops down further as glass rains down on him and heads to the door. The glass in and around the door explodes, the force throwing him against the counter and to the floor. Dean lays on the floor stunned. He blinks and tries to orientate himself. That’s when he realizes the high pitched noise has stopped. Dean gets to his feet slowly and walks to the blown out window. He looks around cautiously and then runs to the safety of the Impala, immediately turning the ignition. He peels out of the lot and slams on the gas to get the hell out of dodge.
Lexi is searching online for any deaths with burned out eyes when she hears Dean slide his key into the door lock. She glances up at the sound of the door swinging open to see him standing in front of the door watching her. Her eyes are drawn to the blood on his face and she is across the room in a blink of an eye, running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest as she gazes up at him. “Are you hurt? What happened?”
Dean doesn’t say a word. He wraps his arms around her and crushes her against his chest, one hand cradling her head, the other resting on her lower back. Lexi nuzzles her face against the worn cotton of his t-shirt and breathes in his scent. The familiar smell of his leather jacket mixed with his aftershave comforts her for a few moments. She’s thankful that he’s back safe and sound.
Dean steps away from the embrace to gaze down at his wife, his hands moving up to cup her face. The concern in her eyes make his heart clench. He wants to tell her that he’s alright, but after what he just witnessed, he isn’t so sure. Dean licks his lips and leans forward to kiss Lexi gently, then pulls away and sighs before saying, “Lexi, I’m okay. It’s really only a few scratches. But, damn, you should’ve seen the trees. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence. I don't know, but it, it blew past me at the fill-up joint. I don’t know what the hell it was, Lex. It wasn’t like anything demonic I’ve ever come across.”
“So, whatever we’re hunting isn’t a demon. What do you think it is?”
“I ain’t got a clue.”
Lexi runs her hands over his shoulder and holds his gaze as she whispers, “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
That’s when it hits him, this feeling that he’s lucky to even be standing here in this motel room with her. If he had stayed at the gas station, he might not have made it back to Lexi. Dean knows that’s part of the job. He knows that one night he’s gonna walk out the door and never come back. He had made his peace with that, at least that’s what Dean used to tell himself. But, since Lexi’s come back into his life and everything that came with that; marriage and a family, he’s not at peace with it.
Dean’s taken to letting his wife set the pace when it comes to sex. Not because they’re playing at some Dom/Sub thing, it’s because she needs control over something. And he’s more than okay with handing her the reins if that’s what she needs from him. If that means they have sex every night, once a month or somewhere in between, Dean’s more than willing to let it happen at her speed. But, not tonight. After what he’s just witnessed, all he wants is to sweep her up in his arms and forget just for a little while.
He leans down again and presses his lips to hers. His kiss is soft at first, just a light brush of his lips to hers. That quickly changes when she slides her hands under his t-shirt. Dean steps back and shrugs out of his jacket and button down before descending on her. He kisses her hard, desperately. And before she can register what’s happening, Dean clutches the backs of her thighs, lifts her legs around his waist, and walks to the king size bed.
He lays her down and continues kissing her as he parts her legs with his knee and slides between them, hovering over her as he helps her undress. He then sits up and starts to undress himself. Lexi grabs his hands when he reaches to undo his belt. Her eyes are wide as she asks, “What about Jake? He’ll hear us.”
“Don’t worry about Jake.” Dean replies taking off his belt. He looks down at her with a wicked grin, “You’re just gonna have to be quiet, Lex.”
Once Dean kicks off his jeans and boxers he sits back on his heels and stares down at Lexi. He wants to look at her first, savor her like this is the last time. She suddenly blushes from his intense stare and covers herself with her hands.
“Don’t,” he whispers, moving her hands. “you’re beautiful and I wanna see you.”
Her blush turns a deeper shade and now Dean wants to touch every inch of her. No, he needs to taste and touch all of her. He starts with her legs. He slides his hands from her ankles to thighs and back down again, squeezing and rubbing. He moves his hands up again, this time placing open mouth kisses as he goes. His hands slide up her sides, calloused and strong, followed by his lips. He lingers purposely along her ribs, sucking and nipping at her skin, marking his way with little love bites. He moves to her breasts, hands first, teasing and pinching and making Lexi arch her back.
He replaces his hands with his mouth, then slides a hand down between her legs. He presses his fingers against her clit, stroking until she begins to pant, then slides two fingers into her, curling and thrusting. She can’t stop bucking her hips against his or the desperate gasp of his name. Dean slides his fingers away smirking. “Told you, you gotta be quiet. Roll onto your side.”
Lexi rolls onto her side without protest and she feels the mattress dip with Dean’s weight. He’s suddenly pressed up against her, placing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders. She leans back into him as he moves his hands to cup her breasts. His touch is teasing and gentle unlike the way he’s sucking marks into her neck. He sinks his teeth into her and pushes into her from behind, causing her to gasp in surprise.
She turns to look at Dean and he kisses her leisurely, taking his time to explore her mouth like he doesn’t already know every nook of it. He’s moving deliberately slow; each thrust steady and deep as he moves inside her. He wants her to feel every inch of him stretching and dragging against her walls.
He continues kissing her, partly to keep her quiet but also because he loves how each one of her kisses is getting more urgent as she gasps against his mouth from his thrusts. He picks up the pace slightly in a gradual buildup that he knows will have Lexi coming apart in no time. He slides a hand between her legs to press against her clit, his other hand on her breast, his tongue in her mouth, her back pressed against his chest. He’s completely entwined with her. He feels that he could stay with her in bed like this forever.
She comes first, gripping his arm and gasping against his lips. Dean follows shortly, groaning through clenched teeth before biting her shoulder as he shudders into his wife. He then kisses the marks he’s left along Lexi’s shoulder and neck before pulling the comforter over them. Lexi reaches over and turns off the light before settling back against Dean. He throws his arm back over her, interlaces their fingers and squeezes. They both drift off to sleep without a word.
Lexi finds herself in the middle of the woods. The woods are dark and silent, air crisp and fog around her feet. She calls out, ‘Hello.’, without a reply. She can see the edge of the woods just ahead. The darkness surrounding her turning to a light gray by the tree line.
She walks forward cautiously, aware that she’s alone with no weapons. It doesn’t take her long to reach the edge of the woods. When she steps out into the open field she gasps as she sees the circle of dead trees. She walks to the center and turns in every direction, eyes sweeping across the field, then stops suddenly and stares. In the distance, there’s a bright light, a figure, maybe and then the sound begins.
It’s the same high pitched noise she had in her vision. She stares at the light in the distance as it grows brighter and suddenly the high pitched noise becomes understandable. As clear as a bell, she hears a man’s voice saying, “Turn back, Lexi. Do not look at me.”
“Who are you?”
“I warn you. Do not look at me. You cannot perceive my true visage.”
“I asked, who are you?”
“Castiel.”
Lexi awakes with a gasp, pulling out of Dean’s arms as she sits up straight. She runs her hands down her face trying to shake off the dream. When her breathing is somewhat normal she reaches over and shakes Dean lightly. “Dean, wake up.”
He blinks up at her as a slow smile spreads across his face. “You ready for round two? This is my favorite part of you being knocked up, always wanting to jump my bones.”
Lexi can’t help but roll her eyes at her husband as she says, “I don’t want sex. I had a vision.”
“Why can’t you be like a normal wife and wake me up in the middle of the night for sex just once? All I’m asking.”
“Fine. Guess you don’t want to know the name of who we’re hunting.”
Dean sits up. “You got his name? What is it?”
“Castiel. I don’t think he’s a demon.”
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
Chapter 3
*~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 and her awesome suggestions. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
Dean stands surveying the mess Lexi just made and smiles. “Hey, how about you clean this up? I’ll go run up the street to that bagel shop and grab us some breakfast?”
“Sure sounds like a plan.”
“Know what you want?”
“Um, yeah. Plain bagel with vegetable cream cheese.”
He nods as he crosses the room to Jake and takes him out of the high chair saying, “Got it. I’m gonna take Jake with me. You relax. Maybe you’ll remember something more about those dead trees.”
Dean walks back into the motel room forty minutes later as if nothing unusual is going on. Despite the fact that he just found out that Lexi's visions are back, he’s in a good mood. No, scratch that. Dean is in a terrific mood. He watches with amusement while Jake attempts to free himself from his stroller, his chubby hands pulling at the straps in frustration. He glares up at Dean his little face scrunched up in annoyance. “You want out, Buddy?”
Jake grunts in response, his eyes following his father's hands as he loosens the straps. As soon as they are undone, Jake runs into the kitchenette and bounces on his toes in front of his mother. Lexi lifts him into her lap and ruffles his blonde hair, “What do ya got there, Jake?”
He grins at his mom and carefully places the brown paper bag Dean gave him to hold in front of her. She eyes the bag suspiciously and asks, “Is that my bagel?”
“Nooooooo.”
“No?” She glances up as Dean enters the kitchen, wondering why he has that sly smile on his face. “Where's my bagel? You said you were going to get me breakfast.”
“I have it right here. Chill out.” Dean smirks and hands her a second bag. He then points to the bag on the table trying to sound normal, “Take the test. You're knocked up. I know you are.”
“I am not.”
“Yeah, Babe, you are. You're getting crazier as the days go on and snapping at me for random food. Take the test Lex, just so we know for sure. If you're not, you're not. No big deal. We just keep trying till you are.”
“You're crazy.” Lexi snorts grabbing her bagel out of the bag. “I'm just stressed out is all. There's no way. Plus, the test I took last week was negative.”
“Lexi, you’re a doctor. You know there’s lots of reasons why you’d get a negative. But, ya know, if you’re so sure you’re not, take the test to prove me wrong and we won't talk about it anymore.” Dean says then kisses her cheek. “I'm just gonna leave it right here.”
Lexi hears the soft click of the motel room door closing but doesn't move an inch. She sits at the kitchen table glaring at the box Dean placed in front of her. She doesn't want to take the test because it would only confirm what she already suspected. Lexi just doesn't want to admit that Dean is right and that maybe this is the reason the visions are back.
An Hour Later
Dean looks up at the motel room window, wondering if Lexi is still sulking at the kitchen table. He chuckles to himself as he pictures her sitting there glaring daggers at the pregnancy test. She'll get over it like she always does. It kind of amazes Dean how well she bounces back from things, like the fact that her father was some crazed yellow eyed demon. Okay, that isn't a good example. That’s just her pretending everything is peachy keen. Whatever. The point is that she’s resilient, and that once it sinks in that she’s pregnant, she'll be driving Dean insane over what theme she wants in the nursery.
He sighs, knowing full well he can't hide outside cleaning the car forever. He finds her exactly where he thought she'd be. Lexi hasn't moved. She’s sitting there at the table, eyes glued to the box in front of her. After saying hello to Jake, Dean sits across from her, his eyebrow raised. “You take it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There's no point so why even bother?”
“If you're so sure you're not pregnant, what's the big deal?” Dean points at her, smiling smugly. “You know you are. You just don't wanna admit I’m right.”
“That’s not true!”
“Then take the test!”
Lexi snatches the test off of the table and heads towards the bathroom. “Fine! I'll take it to prove you're wrong!”
Dean pours himself a cup of coffee and then leans back against the counter as he patiently waits for her to come out of the bathroom. He doesn't have to wait long. Dean couldn't have missed her scream, 'SON OF A BITCH!', if he tried. He attempts to keep a straight face when Lexi stalks back into the kitchen, her green eyes hard. Dean rests against the counter casually, or what he hopes passes for casual, “Well?”
“I hate you.”
Dean can't help the smile that is pulling at the corners of his mouth, “You do not. Besides it's not a bad thing, Lex.”
“Maybe for you it's not. Jake's not even two years old yet, I just started working and the apartment's barely big enough for us and Jake as it is…”
“We'll be okay.” Dean whispers putting his arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze. “This is a good thing. We can get a bigger place and you can still work…”
She sighs as she leans into Dean and rests her head against his shoulder, “But I like our apartment, this is just…two kids…”
“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Dean pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head. “You'll see. Besides, you’re the one that wanted to start trying. Didn’t you say Jake needed a sibling?”
“I know I did. It's...I didn't think it'd happen so soon.”
“Nothing goes as planned for us, ya know that.” Dean laughs, giving her another reassuring squeeze, “This is a good thing, baby girl.”
Later that afternoon, Bobby is with them when Dean gets a phone call from the Sheriff informing him they found another body with burned out eyes at a gas station just outside of town. He takes down the information then turns to Lexi and Bobby. “Got a body outside of town. Bobby, you ready to suit up?”
“Me? No, take Lexi. This is a fresh body. Let the doctor take a look. I’ll stay here with the kid and do more research.”
“Ok. Let’s roll, Lex.”
Once they change into their FBI clothes and Lexi finishes giving Bobby a rundown of what not to give to Jake to eat, they head out. As they make their way down the stairs Dean says casually, “Ya know, Bobby ain’t gonna pay attention to your list right? I mean, hell, he never paid any mind to what my father said and my father was a hell of a lot scarier than you.”
Lexi stops dead in her tracks and looks up at her husband with wide eyes, then quickly turns to head back up the stairs.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Dean catches her before she reaches the landing and gently grabs her arm to stop her. He doesn’t bother hiding his amusement as he says, “See? This right here. This is how I knew you were knocked up again. One-way ticket to crazy town.”
“I am not acting crazy.” She protests.
“Lex.” Dean says giving her a look.
She sighs and throws up her hands. “Okay, fine. You have a point. It’s not the end of the world if Jake has some sugar.”
“You’re ready to play FBI Agent now?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
When they get to the scene, Dean and Lexi head in separate directions. Dean goes to speak with the Sheriff and Lexi heads for the body.
“Agent Nicks,” The Medical Examiner says with surprise as Lexi joins him, “wasn’t expecting you here.”
“No? This is the second body that’s dropped in as many days.” She replies, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.
“You think it’s a serial killer?” He questions nervously.
“Too early to say.” Lexi gestures at the body. “You mind if I take a look?”
“Not all, Agent Nicks. Go ahead.”
Lexi kneels next to the body and begins her examination. “White male. Late twenties to early thirties. About six-foot-tall and one hundred and ninety pounds. No sign of blunt force trauma. Both eyes missing. Eyes appear to have been burned. No damage to the surrounding area except from the blood around the sockets. No sign of an accelerant. Anything found near the body?”
“No but there’s that smell. Do you know what it is?”
It’s at that moment that she notices the smell wafting from the body and has to close her eyes to fight off a bout of nausea. ‘Damn you, Dean, for being right.’ she thinks just before opening her eyes. And that’s when her surroundings become unfocused and the vision hits her full force. Her hands fly up to hold her head as it begins to throb painfully. The pain is so intense she has to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. Each image and sound increasing the pain that is now building in her head. She gasps and looks up to meet the M.E.’s eyes as the pain finally subsides.
“Are you alright Agent Nicks?” The M.E. asks her, not bothering to hide his concern.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Lexi smiles weakly as she begins prying the gloves off her hands. “It’s just a migraine from the smell. Oh, and by the way, the smell is sulfur.”
“We’re going to need a copy of the autopsy.” She informs him over her shoulder as she leaves. She has to find Dean.
He finds her first. He grabs her elbow, leads her away from the crowd and asks, “So, same m.o. as the other bodies?”
“Yeah. Only this time the body reeks of sulfur.”
“A demon.” Dean concludes, not hiding his surprise.
“Better yet. He’s one of the demons that was in the diner yesterday morning. So, if we’re sticking with the theory that this is a demon, then why’s it killing other demons?”
Dean looks up squinting, “My guess is this is some high level demon making a power play. There’s no clear cut leader now that Azazel’s off the board.”
“You think they’re fighting for control of hell?”
“Makes sense why they were scared and why they’re scared of you.”
“I guess. Dean, I…” She stammers.
“What?"
“I had a vision just now. Like an honest to God vision when I was examining the body.”
“What did you see?”
“A field. Then some sort of blast and the dead trees falling. And then the gas station and that demon with another man. I couldn’t see his face. All I saw was his hand on the demon’s face and then the demon’s eyes burning.”
“You get a name?”
“No but there was this God awful high pitched sound through the whole vision.”
Dean nods mulling over the new information. “Okay. Listen, I’ll come back later when five-o has cleared out and look around. Check for EMF to rule out vengeful spirit and what not. You can follow up with the Medical Examiner.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After hours of research, Lexi finally asks Dean to get a map. She stares at it for a moment, then points to a road saying, “The gas station is here, right?” Dean leans over, examines the spot on the map and nods. She hesitantly moves her finger, then points firmly to a spot a little way down that same road. She looks up at Dean her eyes wide. “This is where the circle of dead trees is.”
Dean looks into her eyes for a beat before straightening. “Guess I’m going to check out some dead trees.”
Dean waits until Lexi puts Jake to bed before heading out to check out the woods and the crime scene. Pulling off the road into a grassy field, he gets out of the Impala leaving the lights on, and walks towards the trees. He only has to walk a few feet to find what he is looking for. He stares at the large circular area of dead trees not quite believing his eyes. All of the trees are lying flat on the ground facing out of a small, perfect circle in the center. He takes note of the complete silence. Not even a cricket is chirping. He pulls out his EMF and walks to the center. Nothing registers on the EMF but he knows in his bones that something unnatural did this. Finding no clues on what that might be, he goes to check out the crime scene.
The gas station is deserted when he pulls up, which is a good thing. Now he can investigate the real case. He pulls out the EMF once again and crosses the lot to where the body was found. Nothing registers on the EMF but the smell of sulfur is strong. Dean pulls his flash light out of his pocket and shines it on the ground. Sure enough, there’s traces of sulfur all over the pavement.
Dean approaches the gas market cautiously, shining his flash light towards the building. He pounds on the door calling out, “Hello?”
When he doesn’t get a response, he picks the lock. Inside, he checks the aisles and the bathroom for signs of anything supernatural. Once he’s satisfied there’s no evidence of that, he goes to check behind the counter. As he's checking, the television to his left flicks on, showing only static. Dean raises an eyebrow and shuts it off. Then, the radio to his right turns on to white noise and then the television turns back on.
Not wasting any time, Dean races down an aisle to grab a container of salt. He opens it and pours it along the windowsill. Suddenly, Dean hears a high-pitched noise and covers one ear in pain as he continues to pour the salt with the other. The sound gets louder, causing Dean to drop the salt. He covers both ears and crouches on the floor moaning from the pain. He feels like his head is about to explode when the window above him shatters. Dean drops down further as glass rains down on him and heads to the door. The glass in and around the door explodes, the force throwing him against the counter and to the floor. Dean lays on the floor stunned. He blinks and tries to orientate himself. That’s when he realizes the high pitched noise has stopped. Dean gets to his feet slowly and walks to the blown out window. He looks around cautiously and then runs to the safety of the Impala, immediately turning the ignition. He peels out of the lot and slams on the gas to get the hell out of dodge.
Lexi is searching online for any deaths with burned out eyes when she hears Dean slide his key into the door lock. She glances up at the sound of the door swinging open to see him standing in front of the door watching her. Her eyes are drawn to the blood on his face and she is across the room in a blink of an eye, running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest as she gazes up at him. “Are you hurt? What happened?”
Dean doesn’t say a word. He wraps his arms around her and crushes her against his chest, one hand cradling her head, the other resting on her lower back. Lexi nuzzles her face against the worn cotton of his t-shirt and breathes in his scent. The familiar smell of his leather jacket mixed with his aftershave comforts her for a few moments. She’s thankful that he’s back safe and sound.
Dean steps away from the embrace to gaze down at his wife, his hands moving up to cup her face. The concern in her eyes make his heart clench. He wants to tell her that he’s alright, but after what he just witnessed, he isn’t so sure. Dean licks his lips and leans forward to kiss Lexi gently, then pulls away and sighs before saying, “Lexi, I’m okay. It’s really only a few scratches. But, damn, you should’ve seen the trees. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence. I don't know, but it, it blew past me at the fill-up joint. I don’t know what the hell it was, Lex. It wasn’t like anything demonic I’ve ever come across.”
“So, whatever we’re hunting isn’t a demon. What do you think it is?”
“I ain’t got a clue.”
Lexi runs her hands over his shoulder and holds his gaze as she whispers, “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
That’s when it hits him, this feeling that he’s lucky to even be standing here in this motel room with her. If he had stayed at the gas station, he might not have made it back to Lexi. Dean knows that’s part of the job. He knows that one night he’s gonna walk out the door and never come back. He had made his peace with that, at least that’s what Dean used to tell himself. But, since Lexi’s come back into his life and everything that came with that; marriage and a family, he’s not at peace with it.
Dean’s taken to letting his wife set the pace when it comes to sex. Not because they’re playing at some Dom/Sub thing, it’s because she needs control over something. And he’s more than okay with handing her the reins if that’s what she needs from him. If that means they have sex every night, once a month or somewhere in between, Dean’s more than willing to let it happen at her speed. But, not tonight. After what he’s just witnessed, all he wants is to sweep her up in his arms and forget just for a little while.
He leans down again and presses his lips to hers. His kiss is soft at first, just a light brush of his lips to hers. That quickly changes when she slides her hands under his t-shirt. Dean steps back and shrugs out of his jacket and button down before descending on her. He kisses her hard, desperately. And before she can register what’s happening, Dean clutches the backs of her thighs, lifts her legs around his waist, and walks to the king size bed.
He lays her down and continues kissing her as he parts her legs with his knee and slides between them, hovering over her as he helps her undress. He then sits up and starts to undress himself. Lexi grabs his hands when he reaches to undo his belt. Her eyes are wide as she asks, “What about Jake? He’ll hear us.”
“Don’t worry about Jake.” Dean replies taking off his belt. He looks down at her with a wicked grin, “You’re just gonna have to be quiet, Lex.”
Once Dean kicks off his jeans and boxers he sits back on his heels and stares down at Lexi. He wants to look at her first, savor her like this is the last time. She suddenly blushes from his intense stare and covers herself with her hands.
“Don’t,” he whispers, moving her hands. “you’re beautiful and I wanna see you.”
Her blush turns a deeper shade and now Dean wants to touch every inch of her. No, he needs to taste and touch all of her. He starts with her legs. He slides his hands from her ankles to thighs and back down again, squeezing and rubbing. He moves his hands up again, this time placing open mouth kisses as he goes. His hands slide up her sides, calloused and strong, followed by his lips. He lingers purposely along her ribs, sucking and nipping at her skin, marking his way with little love bites. He moves to her breasts, hands first, teasing and pinching and making Lexi arch her back.
He replaces his hands with his mouth, then slides a hand down between her legs. He presses his fingers against her clit, stroking until she begins to pant, then slides two fingers into her, curling and thrusting. She can’t stop bucking her hips against his or the desperate gasp of his name. Dean slides his fingers away smirking. “Told you, you gotta be quiet. Roll onto your side.”
Lexi rolls onto her side without protest and she feels the mattress dip with Dean’s weight. He’s suddenly pressed up against her, placing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders. She leans back into him as he moves his hands to cup her breasts. His touch is teasing and gentle unlike the way he’s sucking marks into her neck. He sinks his teeth into her and pushes into her from behind, causing her to gasp in surprise.
She turns to look at Dean and he kisses her leisurely, taking his time to explore her mouth like he doesn’t already know every nook of it. He’s moving deliberately slow; each thrust steady and deep as he moves inside her. He wants her to feel every inch of him stretching and dragging against her walls.
He continues kissing her, partly to keep her quiet but also because he loves how each one of her kisses is getting more urgent as she gasps against his mouth from his thrusts. He picks up the pace slightly in a gradual buildup that he knows will have Lexi coming apart in no time. He slides a hand between her legs to press against her clit, his other hand on her breast, his tongue in her mouth, her back pressed against his chest. He’s completely entwined with her. He feels that he could stay with her in bed like this forever.
She comes first, gripping his arm and gasping against his lips. Dean follows shortly, groaning through clenched teeth before biting her shoulder as he shudders into his wife. He then kisses the marks he’s left along Lexi’s shoulder and neck before pulling the comforter over them. Lexi reaches over and turns off the light before settling back against Dean. He throws his arm back over her, interlaces their fingers and squeezes. They both drift off to sleep without a word.
Lexi finds herself in the middle of the woods. The woods are dark and silent, air crisp and fog around her feet. She calls out, ‘Hello.’, without a reply. She can see the edge of the woods just ahead. The darkness surrounding her turning to a light gray by the tree line.
She walks forward cautiously, aware that she’s alone with no weapons. It doesn’t take her long to reach the edge of the woods. When she steps out into the open field she gasps as she sees the circle of dead trees. She walks to the center and turns in every direction, eyes sweeping across the field, then stops suddenly and stares. In the distance, there’s a bright light, a figure, maybe and then the sound begins.
It’s the same high pitched noise she had in her vision. She stares at the light in the distance as it grows brighter and suddenly the high pitched noise becomes understandable. As clear as a bell, she hears a man’s voice saying, “Turn back, Lexi. Do not look at me.”
“Who are you?”
“I warn you. Do not look at me. You cannot perceive my true visage.”
“I asked, who are you?”
“Castiel.”
Lexi awakes with a gasp, pulling out of Dean’s arms as she sits up straight. She runs her hands down her face trying to shake off the dream. When her breathing is somewhat normal she reaches over and shakes Dean lightly. “Dean, wake up.”
He blinks up at her as a slow smile spreads across his face. “You ready for round two? This is my favorite part of you being knocked up, always wanting to jump my bones.”
Lexi can’t help but roll her eyes at her husband as she says, “I don’t want sex. I had a vision.”
“Why can’t you be like a normal wife and wake me up in the middle of the night for sex just once? All I’m asking.”
“Fine. Guess you don’t want to know the name of who we’re hunting.”
Dean sits up. “You got his name? What is it?”
“Castiel. I don’t think he’s a demon.”