Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 40/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39
Or on AO3
Chapter 40: Down On The World Again
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“This ain't the way it's supposed to be, there's a dark cloud following me. I'm disillusioned and I'm down on the world again. There's movies going on in my head and all I can see is the color red.”
January 24, 2005
Lexi puts the finishing touches on the cake she has made for Dean’s birthday and then places it in the refrigerator. She closes her eyes, rests her hand on her stomach and takes a deep breath as another wave of nausea hits her. She doesn’t understand why it’s called morning sickness when it happens all day long. She’s only three and a half months along and it should be over already. Lexi’s already starting to show, so nothing fits right anymore. Plus, she’s is also exhausted all the time and she’s super sensitive to smells. Just yesterday she had to ask Dean to stop wearing his after shave because it was making her nauseous.
She glances at the clock to see if she has time to do some reading for her literature class before preparing dinner. Dean should be home in two hours, plenty of time for her to get some reading done. Lexi grabs her literature book out of her bag, lays down on the couch and gets comfortable. After two pages of The Princess of Cleves, her eyes become heavy. After five, the literature book slides to the floor as she falls asleep.
Dean returns home from work to find Lexi asleep on the couch. He puts his keys on the side table and tosses his loose change in the bowl. He cringes at the sound of the coins hitting glass and looks towards the couch. When he sees Lexi is still fast asleep, Dean shakes his head and smiles to himself. He swears that girl could sleep through the apocalypse. He quietly makes his way to the kitchen, then counts his tips, a hundred and fifty dollars. Not bad for a Monday. He takes half of it and stashes it in the coffee can on top of the refrigerator and the other half he puts in his wallet.
Dean walks over to the couch and picks up Lexi’s literature book. He looks at the cover, turns it over in his hands and then places it on the coffee table. He glances at Lexi and shakes his head. He told her to just take the semester off or at least only go part time but Lexi refused. She wants to graduate in May and she’s determined to do it. So, he isn’t surprised to find her knocked out on the couch. Truth is, he’s been expecting it to all catch up with her for weeks now. Dean sighs, sits on the edge of the coffee table, and reaches over and shakes her gently. Then, he whispers her name and shakes her again.
Lexi blinks up at him yawning, “Dean…”
“Hey Baby, how you feeling?”
“Better. What time is it?”
“Little after five.”
“Shit, I was going to cook you dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll just go out.”
“But it’s your birthday and I made you a cake.”
“You made me a cake?” Dean asks with a smile.
“Of course, I did. It’s your birthday.”
“I love when you bake for me.” Dean says and then leans down kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna get cleaned up and we can go out to eat.”
Lexi sits up and watches Dean head to the bathroom. She hesitates for a moment then smiles to herself as she gets off the couch and follows him.
Dean doesn’t hear the bathroom door open or Lexi coming into the room over the rush of the water. When the cold air hits him as Lexi opens the shower curtain, he’s caught off guard. He raises his eyebrow as she steps in behind him and asks. “Lex, what are you doing?”
“Well, I thought I’d take a shower with you. Unless you don’t want me to…” Lexi replies innocently before kissing him. Dean returns her kiss eagerly, a little too eagerly. He hasn’t seen much action lately due to the twenty-four, seven morning sickness. She pulls away with a smirk on her face, “I take that as you want me to stay?”
“Hell yeah.” Dean answers immediately.
“Ok then, birthday boy. I guess I’m staying to give you a present.” Lexi says with a smile while she wraps a hand around his dick. He jerks in her grasp causing her to look up at him. “You’re jumpy.” She says lightly.
“I’m kinda stressed right now with you being…” She rubs her thumb in slow circles over the head of his cock causing him to trail off and groan, “Lexi, fuck…”
“Well guess, I’m just gonna have to get you to relax.” She says with a wicked grin before sinking to her knees.
Dean swallows hard and opens his mouth to say something but the words die on his lips as Lexi flicks her tongue against the tip of his cock. She runs her tongue from root to tip dragging her tongue over the head of his cock and then turns her attention to the underside leaving him gaping silently.
He shifts his hips to get closer to her lips and tongue, he just wants to feel them on him. Lexi pulls back, and the sudden rush of cold air hitting his cock makes him want the heat of her mouth that much more. Lexi glances up at him and smiles. She’s holding him in front of her mouth, his tip mere centimeters from her lips. It’s taking all his self-control not to push himself past her lips and start fucking her mouth. Lexi rolls her fingers over his balls as she begins placing feather light licks to the tip that have Dean squirming in mere seconds. “Lexi…stop teasing…” Dean whines, “you’re killing me here baby girl.”
Lexi flicks her eyes up to his as she finally takes him into her warm mouth. Dean breathes in sharply as she draws him into her mouth at a deliberately slow pace. He slides a hand into her hair, the other blindly grabbing for some purchase. Dean braces his left hand against the wet tile and focuses on the suction of Lexi’s mouth trying not to get over zealous and choke her. Dean curses under his breath as she swirls her tongue around him working him in deeper and deeper.
“Lexi....” Dean groans while his eyes slide close.
Dean makes the mistake of opening his eyes to watch her. He reaches down, brushes her hair off her face and cups her jaw with his left hand. He moans low in his throat. The sight of her lips spread wide and moving over him, her mouth full of his cock is almost enough to send him over the edge. He fists his hand in her hair and starts to thrust shallowly into her mouth. Lexi welcomes the motion, hollows out her cheeks sucking harder and moans around him.
He bites down on his bottom lip when Lexi relaxes her throat and swallows. Her muscles contract and tense around him causing Dean to start to lose control. He thrusts faster, less coordinated, he’s teetering on the edge. Lexi moans around him again, the vibration of her throat going right through him. Dean tightens his grip on her moaning her name as he comes hard and fast. He lets go of her hair, his body sagging, as she swallows and runs her tongue over the head of his cock one final time.
“Fuck, Lex,” Dean drawls as he reaches down to help her up, “you got a talented mouth.”
Lexi grins then places a soft kiss to his lips, “So, you say. I’ll leave you to your shower birthday boy. I gotta find something to wear if we’re going out.”
They end up at D.B.A. with Jackie and a few of his coworkers. Dean’s at the bar nursing a beer as he talks to a couple of guys from work. He’s distracted though. He has his eyes on the dance floor where Lexi and Jackie are. He takes a drink and smiles around the rim of the glass while he watches Lexi dance. He can’t help but think of the diamond ring he has hidden in the bottom of his army duffle.
He bought the ring right before Christmas with the intent of asking Lexi to marry him on Christmas Day. He then talked himself out of it, telling himself that it was too cliché. Asking her on New Year’s, of course, was out of the question. Now he’s just waiting for the right moment. He’s been toying with the idea of taking her on a carriage ride through the quarter and doing it then, but that seems so cheesy to him. And that’s the problem. Dean’s never been good at big romantic gestures and he doesn’t want to mess it up. He waves the bartender over and orders another drink before turning to watch Lexi some more. He can’t help but smile as he tracks her around the dance floor with Jackie. He can’t mess this up.
About an hour later Jackie gets off the dance floor to join Dean at the bar. She orders herself a beer while nudging Dean. “Lexi wants you to dance with her.”
Dean takes a pull off his beer and shakes his head. “I ain't drunk enough to dance.”
“You dance with her all the time at home.”
“That’s different. I ain’t drunk enough to dance in public.”
“Yeah, well I warned you.” Jackie smirks.
As soon as the words are out of Jackie's mouth, Lexi appears at the edge of the dance floor. She grins at Dean as she dances and calls to him, “Dean, come dance with me.”
Dean looks up from his beer, his eyes darting towards Lexi. “Dance with you?” He repeats while looking around the bar. His eyebrows knot together in horror as he realizes she’s serious.
When he doesn’t move, Lexi gets off the dance floor and joins Dean at the bar. She slips her arms around him, stands on her toes and brushes her lips against his ear, “Dean, dance with me.”
“Lex…”
“Come on,” she whispers as she slides her hands under his T-shirt and presses up close to him. “I can’t drink. You could at least dance with me.”
“Okay, fine but just one dance. Ya know I ain’t the best dancer.”
She grins up at Dean with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I don't care. You can just stand there and I'll just grind up on you. Think of it as foreplay for later.”
“You should’ve led with that.” Dean replies with a smirk before taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
For a Monday night D.B.A. was packed including the narrow dance floor in front of the stage. The band was a lively, local Jazz Band. Even though Jazz wasn’t really Dean’s thing he had to admit they were damn good. He led Lexi to the middle of the dance floor where the dancers were packed front to back.
Normally, Dean won’t have his back to the entrance. It was hunting 101, never give anything the opportunity to sneak up on you. Never leave your back exposed or let your view be obstructed. But at the moment he didn’t care. The bar was packed, the music was loud and Lexi was pressed flush to him.
They really couldn’t do much dancing. They were basically just standing there with Dean’s hands on Lexi's waist. He nipped at her neck and moved his hips in time with hers as she grinds her ass against his crotch. Dean can’t help but groan which only made Lexi move against him more. By the time, they get off the dance floor they’re both sweating and Dean’s sporting a hummer.
They leave an hour later. As soon as they walk out the door, Dean realizes he’s left his cell phone on the bar and goes back inside to get it. He’s gone less than five minutes when he hears Lexi screaming. He runs back outside to find her slumped against the wall and some guy kneeling in front of her.
“Get away from her.” Dean growls.
“Hey, man.” The guy says as he gets to his feet with his hands up. “I was just checking on her. I saw some guy attack her and called 911.”
Dean helps Lexi to her feet, his eyes scanning over her for injuries. “What happened, Baby?”
“This guy grabbed me and slammed me against the wall.” She lowers her voice so only Dean can hear her. “He had black eyes and said to tell John to back off, or next time he’ll kill me.”
Dean goes completely still. His eyes full of terror for a split second then immediately replaced by anger. He clenches his jaw and looks in the direction the demon has taken off. For a moment, Lexi thinks Dean is going to chase after the demon but he turns to her and says, “C’mon we gotta get you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Lexi, don’t argue with me.” Dean warns through clenched teeth. “You’re bleeding, you probably have a concussion and you’re pregnant. You need to be checked out by a doctor.”
Tulane Medical Center
Dean glared at the police officer standing in front of him. He was tired of answering his questions. There was no point in them. It wasn’t like the police were going to be able to catch a demon. But besides that, he wanted to be with Lexi.
“Can you describe the assailant, Mr. Winchester.”
“No, I’ve already told you I didn’t see the guy. I was in the bar getting my phone and I heard Lexi screaming. I ran outside and saw a guy kneeling in front of her. He told me some guy tried to mug her and he called 911. Are we done? Can I go back and see my girlfriend now?”
“Just a couple more questions. Did you or your girlfriend get into any altercations or arguments with anyone in the bar?”
“No. We went with some friends. I had a few drinks, we danced and then we left.”
“Okay, Mr. Winchester that’s all I need for right now.”
Dean walks through the Emergency Room quietly with his eyes down. He doesn't feel like making small talk anyway. He’s scared shitless at the moment but he keeps telling himself that Lexi is going to be fine. No matter how much he tells himself this, it doesn't quell his nerves. He wants to put a brave face on for Lexi though. So, Dean takes a deep breath and plasters a smile on his face as he walks into her exam room, "Hey, baby girl, how you feeling?"
“Fine. Did you talk to the doctor?”
“No,” Dean answers sitting on the edge of her bed. He laces his fingers through hers and gives her hand a slight squeeze, “but like you said you’re fine. Probably just a concussion.”
The Next Morning
Dean walks into Lexi’s hospital room with coffee and a bag of beignets. The E.R. doctor admitted her last night for observation with the promise of being discharged in the morning if all her tests came back normal. Dean hadn’t slept at all. After talking with his father, he’d sat in the chair by Lexi’s bed thinking. He knows now what he has to do. He has to keep Lexi safe even if that means he has to leave.
Dean clears his throat and says softly, “We need to talk…”
“About?” Lexi asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Lex, I'm poison. You go handcuffing yourself to me...”
“You, Dean Winchester, are not poison.”
“I am. Everyone around me dies.”
“I haven't died.”
Dean stares down at his hands and takes a deep breath. He’s been thinking about this all night. Lexi could’ve been seriously hurt or worse she could’ve died all because of who he was. How can he stay with her knowing that he’s putting her and their baby in danger? He loves her too much and if it means that he should leave for them to be safe, well, then that’s what he’s going to do.
He finally looks at her and attempts to explain. “Yeah well, you got hurt because of me. Next time you might not be so lucky. Me being here with you puts you in danger. I don't know what I was thinking staying here with you. I'm gonna leave and find my dad. I want you to forget about me, go find yourself some nice boring college boy and marry him...have a normal, safe life.”
Lexi stares at Dean for a moment then shakes her head. “I get hurt one time and you want to pack it in? I'm not made of glass, Dean, and ya know what? I don't want anyone else. I want you.”
“Lexi, please…”
“Don’t Lexi me. I’m pregnant and you’re just gonna walk away? You’re gonna leave me alone with YOUR baby?” Lexi can feel her eyes starting to burn with tears. She takes a steadying breath to keep the tears at bay but one look at Dean and all the anger and fear she was feeling bubbled over. The tears came hot and fast as she yelled at him. “You said you weren’t going anywhere! That you wanted to get married! And now suddenly you’re gonna take off on me?”
“Baby, I don’t want to, but me being here puts you in danger.”
“And if you leave, that’s not going to change. We’ll still be in danger.” Lexi reaches for Dean’s hand, laces their fingers and squeezes. “You love me. I know you do. And I know you want to be with me and the baby, so don’t do this. If you do, I’m not going to sit around and wait for you.”
“Lexi, it’s not that simple.” Dean sighs and rubs his face. He doesn’t want to leave but he knows he shouldn’t stay. “Baby, we both know I shouldn’t be a father. The only thing I’m good at is slitting throats, that’s not father material and we both know it. You’ll be better off without me.”
“No, Dean, you’re wrong. You’re more than a hunter. And it is that simple. Stay or leave. But I want you to stay.”
“I wanna stay but…”
“No buts Dean. Just stay.”
Dean looks down at their intertwined hands and nods. He prays that he’s doing the right thing by staying. It’s what he wants but, when had he ever gotten what he wanted?
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39
Or on AO3
Chapter 40: Down On The World Again
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“This ain't the way it's supposed to be, there's a dark cloud following me. I'm disillusioned and I'm down on the world again. There's movies going on in my head and all I can see is the color red.”
January 24, 2005
Lexi puts the finishing touches on the cake she has made for Dean’s birthday and then places it in the refrigerator. She closes her eyes, rests her hand on her stomach and takes a deep breath as another wave of nausea hits her. She doesn’t understand why it’s called morning sickness when it happens all day long. She’s only three and a half months along and it should be over already. Lexi’s already starting to show, so nothing fits right anymore. Plus, she’s is also exhausted all the time and she’s super sensitive to smells. Just yesterday she had to ask Dean to stop wearing his after shave because it was making her nauseous.
She glances at the clock to see if she has time to do some reading for her literature class before preparing dinner. Dean should be home in two hours, plenty of time for her to get some reading done. Lexi grabs her literature book out of her bag, lays down on the couch and gets comfortable. After two pages of The Princess of Cleves, her eyes become heavy. After five, the literature book slides to the floor as she falls asleep.
Dean returns home from work to find Lexi asleep on the couch. He puts his keys on the side table and tosses his loose change in the bowl. He cringes at the sound of the coins hitting glass and looks towards the couch. When he sees Lexi is still fast asleep, Dean shakes his head and smiles to himself. He swears that girl could sleep through the apocalypse. He quietly makes his way to the kitchen, then counts his tips, a hundred and fifty dollars. Not bad for a Monday. He takes half of it and stashes it in the coffee can on top of the refrigerator and the other half he puts in his wallet.
Dean walks over to the couch and picks up Lexi’s literature book. He looks at the cover, turns it over in his hands and then places it on the coffee table. He glances at Lexi and shakes his head. He told her to just take the semester off or at least only go part time but Lexi refused. She wants to graduate in May and she’s determined to do it. So, he isn’t surprised to find her knocked out on the couch. Truth is, he’s been expecting it to all catch up with her for weeks now. Dean sighs, sits on the edge of the coffee table, and reaches over and shakes her gently. Then, he whispers her name and shakes her again.
Lexi blinks up at him yawning, “Dean…”
“Hey Baby, how you feeling?”
“Better. What time is it?”
“Little after five.”
“Shit, I was going to cook you dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll just go out.”
“But it’s your birthday and I made you a cake.”
“You made me a cake?” Dean asks with a smile.
“Of course, I did. It’s your birthday.”
“I love when you bake for me.” Dean says and then leans down kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna get cleaned up and we can go out to eat.”
Lexi sits up and watches Dean head to the bathroom. She hesitates for a moment then smiles to herself as she gets off the couch and follows him.
Dean doesn’t hear the bathroom door open or Lexi coming into the room over the rush of the water. When the cold air hits him as Lexi opens the shower curtain, he’s caught off guard. He raises his eyebrow as she steps in behind him and asks. “Lex, what are you doing?”
“Well, I thought I’d take a shower with you. Unless you don’t want me to…” Lexi replies innocently before kissing him. Dean returns her kiss eagerly, a little too eagerly. He hasn’t seen much action lately due to the twenty-four, seven morning sickness. She pulls away with a smirk on her face, “I take that as you want me to stay?”
“Hell yeah.” Dean answers immediately.
“Ok then, birthday boy. I guess I’m staying to give you a present.” Lexi says with a smile while she wraps a hand around his dick. He jerks in her grasp causing her to look up at him. “You’re jumpy.” She says lightly.
“I’m kinda stressed right now with you being…” She rubs her thumb in slow circles over the head of his cock causing him to trail off and groan, “Lexi, fuck…”
“Well guess, I’m just gonna have to get you to relax.” She says with a wicked grin before sinking to her knees.
Dean swallows hard and opens his mouth to say something but the words die on his lips as Lexi flicks her tongue against the tip of his cock. She runs her tongue from root to tip dragging her tongue over the head of his cock and then turns her attention to the underside leaving him gaping silently.
He shifts his hips to get closer to her lips and tongue, he just wants to feel them on him. Lexi pulls back, and the sudden rush of cold air hitting his cock makes him want the heat of her mouth that much more. Lexi glances up at him and smiles. She’s holding him in front of her mouth, his tip mere centimeters from her lips. It’s taking all his self-control not to push himself past her lips and start fucking her mouth. Lexi rolls her fingers over his balls as she begins placing feather light licks to the tip that have Dean squirming in mere seconds. “Lexi…stop teasing…” Dean whines, “you’re killing me here baby girl.”
Lexi flicks her eyes up to his as she finally takes him into her warm mouth. Dean breathes in sharply as she draws him into her mouth at a deliberately slow pace. He slides a hand into her hair, the other blindly grabbing for some purchase. Dean braces his left hand against the wet tile and focuses on the suction of Lexi’s mouth trying not to get over zealous and choke her. Dean curses under his breath as she swirls her tongue around him working him in deeper and deeper.
“Lexi....” Dean groans while his eyes slide close.
Dean makes the mistake of opening his eyes to watch her. He reaches down, brushes her hair off her face and cups her jaw with his left hand. He moans low in his throat. The sight of her lips spread wide and moving over him, her mouth full of his cock is almost enough to send him over the edge. He fists his hand in her hair and starts to thrust shallowly into her mouth. Lexi welcomes the motion, hollows out her cheeks sucking harder and moans around him.
He bites down on his bottom lip when Lexi relaxes her throat and swallows. Her muscles contract and tense around him causing Dean to start to lose control. He thrusts faster, less coordinated, he’s teetering on the edge. Lexi moans around him again, the vibration of her throat going right through him. Dean tightens his grip on her moaning her name as he comes hard and fast. He lets go of her hair, his body sagging, as she swallows and runs her tongue over the head of his cock one final time.
“Fuck, Lex,” Dean drawls as he reaches down to help her up, “you got a talented mouth.”
Lexi grins then places a soft kiss to his lips, “So, you say. I’ll leave you to your shower birthday boy. I gotta find something to wear if we’re going out.”
They end up at D.B.A. with Jackie and a few of his coworkers. Dean’s at the bar nursing a beer as he talks to a couple of guys from work. He’s distracted though. He has his eyes on the dance floor where Lexi and Jackie are. He takes a drink and smiles around the rim of the glass while he watches Lexi dance. He can’t help but think of the diamond ring he has hidden in the bottom of his army duffle.
He bought the ring right before Christmas with the intent of asking Lexi to marry him on Christmas Day. He then talked himself out of it, telling himself that it was too cliché. Asking her on New Year’s, of course, was out of the question. Now he’s just waiting for the right moment. He’s been toying with the idea of taking her on a carriage ride through the quarter and doing it then, but that seems so cheesy to him. And that’s the problem. Dean’s never been good at big romantic gestures and he doesn’t want to mess it up. He waves the bartender over and orders another drink before turning to watch Lexi some more. He can’t help but smile as he tracks her around the dance floor with Jackie. He can’t mess this up.
About an hour later Jackie gets off the dance floor to join Dean at the bar. She orders herself a beer while nudging Dean. “Lexi wants you to dance with her.”
Dean takes a pull off his beer and shakes his head. “I ain't drunk enough to dance.”
“You dance with her all the time at home.”
“That’s different. I ain’t drunk enough to dance in public.”
“Yeah, well I warned you.” Jackie smirks.
As soon as the words are out of Jackie's mouth, Lexi appears at the edge of the dance floor. She grins at Dean as she dances and calls to him, “Dean, come dance with me.”
Dean looks up from his beer, his eyes darting towards Lexi. “Dance with you?” He repeats while looking around the bar. His eyebrows knot together in horror as he realizes she’s serious.
When he doesn’t move, Lexi gets off the dance floor and joins Dean at the bar. She slips her arms around him, stands on her toes and brushes her lips against his ear, “Dean, dance with me.”
“Lex…”
“Come on,” she whispers as she slides her hands under his T-shirt and presses up close to him. “I can’t drink. You could at least dance with me.”
“Okay, fine but just one dance. Ya know I ain’t the best dancer.”
She grins up at Dean with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I don't care. You can just stand there and I'll just grind up on you. Think of it as foreplay for later.”
“You should’ve led with that.” Dean replies with a smirk before taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
For a Monday night D.B.A. was packed including the narrow dance floor in front of the stage. The band was a lively, local Jazz Band. Even though Jazz wasn’t really Dean’s thing he had to admit they were damn good. He led Lexi to the middle of the dance floor where the dancers were packed front to back.
Normally, Dean won’t have his back to the entrance. It was hunting 101, never give anything the opportunity to sneak up on you. Never leave your back exposed or let your view be obstructed. But at the moment he didn’t care. The bar was packed, the music was loud and Lexi was pressed flush to him.
They really couldn’t do much dancing. They were basically just standing there with Dean’s hands on Lexi's waist. He nipped at her neck and moved his hips in time with hers as she grinds her ass against his crotch. Dean can’t help but groan which only made Lexi move against him more. By the time, they get off the dance floor they’re both sweating and Dean’s sporting a hummer.
They leave an hour later. As soon as they walk out the door, Dean realizes he’s left his cell phone on the bar and goes back inside to get it. He’s gone less than five minutes when he hears Lexi screaming. He runs back outside to find her slumped against the wall and some guy kneeling in front of her.
“Get away from her.” Dean growls.
“Hey, man.” The guy says as he gets to his feet with his hands up. “I was just checking on her. I saw some guy attack her and called 911.”
Dean helps Lexi to her feet, his eyes scanning over her for injuries. “What happened, Baby?”
“This guy grabbed me and slammed me against the wall.” She lowers her voice so only Dean can hear her. “He had black eyes and said to tell John to back off, or next time he’ll kill me.”
Dean goes completely still. His eyes full of terror for a split second then immediately replaced by anger. He clenches his jaw and looks in the direction the demon has taken off. For a moment, Lexi thinks Dean is going to chase after the demon but he turns to her and says, “C’mon we gotta get you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Lexi, don’t argue with me.” Dean warns through clenched teeth. “You’re bleeding, you probably have a concussion and you’re pregnant. You need to be checked out by a doctor.”
Tulane Medical Center
Dean glared at the police officer standing in front of him. He was tired of answering his questions. There was no point in them. It wasn’t like the police were going to be able to catch a demon. But besides that, he wanted to be with Lexi.
“Can you describe the assailant, Mr. Winchester.”
“No, I’ve already told you I didn’t see the guy. I was in the bar getting my phone and I heard Lexi screaming. I ran outside and saw a guy kneeling in front of her. He told me some guy tried to mug her and he called 911. Are we done? Can I go back and see my girlfriend now?”
“Just a couple more questions. Did you or your girlfriend get into any altercations or arguments with anyone in the bar?”
“No. We went with some friends. I had a few drinks, we danced and then we left.”
“Okay, Mr. Winchester that’s all I need for right now.”
Dean walks through the Emergency Room quietly with his eyes down. He doesn't feel like making small talk anyway. He’s scared shitless at the moment but he keeps telling himself that Lexi is going to be fine. No matter how much he tells himself this, it doesn't quell his nerves. He wants to put a brave face on for Lexi though. So, Dean takes a deep breath and plasters a smile on his face as he walks into her exam room, "Hey, baby girl, how you feeling?"
“Fine. Did you talk to the doctor?”
“No,” Dean answers sitting on the edge of her bed. He laces his fingers through hers and gives her hand a slight squeeze, “but like you said you’re fine. Probably just a concussion.”
The Next Morning
Dean walks into Lexi’s hospital room with coffee and a bag of beignets. The E.R. doctor admitted her last night for observation with the promise of being discharged in the morning if all her tests came back normal. Dean hadn’t slept at all. After talking with his father, he’d sat in the chair by Lexi’s bed thinking. He knows now what he has to do. He has to keep Lexi safe even if that means he has to leave.
Dean clears his throat and says softly, “We need to talk…”
“About?” Lexi asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Lex, I'm poison. You go handcuffing yourself to me...”
“You, Dean Winchester, are not poison.”
“I am. Everyone around me dies.”
“I haven't died.”
Dean stares down at his hands and takes a deep breath. He’s been thinking about this all night. Lexi could’ve been seriously hurt or worse she could’ve died all because of who he was. How can he stay with her knowing that he’s putting her and their baby in danger? He loves her too much and if it means that he should leave for them to be safe, well, then that’s what he’s going to do.
He finally looks at her and attempts to explain. “Yeah well, you got hurt because of me. Next time you might not be so lucky. Me being here with you puts you in danger. I don't know what I was thinking staying here with you. I'm gonna leave and find my dad. I want you to forget about me, go find yourself some nice boring college boy and marry him...have a normal, safe life.”
Lexi stares at Dean for a moment then shakes her head. “I get hurt one time and you want to pack it in? I'm not made of glass, Dean, and ya know what? I don't want anyone else. I want you.”
“Lexi, please…”
“Don’t Lexi me. I’m pregnant and you’re just gonna walk away? You’re gonna leave me alone with YOUR baby?” Lexi can feel her eyes starting to burn with tears. She takes a steadying breath to keep the tears at bay but one look at Dean and all the anger and fear she was feeling bubbled over. The tears came hot and fast as she yelled at him. “You said you weren’t going anywhere! That you wanted to get married! And now suddenly you’re gonna take off on me?”
“Baby, I don’t want to, but me being here puts you in danger.”
“And if you leave, that’s not going to change. We’ll still be in danger.” Lexi reaches for Dean’s hand, laces their fingers and squeezes. “You love me. I know you do. And I know you want to be with me and the baby, so don’t do this. If you do, I’m not going to sit around and wait for you.”
“Lexi, it’s not that simple.” Dean sighs and rubs his face. He doesn’t want to leave but he knows he shouldn’t stay. “Baby, we both know I shouldn’t be a father. The only thing I’m good at is slitting throats, that’s not father material and we both know it. You’ll be better off without me.”
“No, Dean, you’re wrong. You’re more than a hunter. And it is that simple. Stay or leave. But I want you to stay.”
“I wanna stay but…”
“No buts Dean. Just stay.”
Dean looks down at their intertwined hands and nods. He prays that he’s doing the right thing by staying. It’s what he wants but, when had he ever gotten what he wanted?