Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 9/?
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
Ch 9: Head Over Feet
“You've already won me over in spite of me. And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet. Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are. I couldn't help it. It's all your fault.”
June 9, 2000
John stole a glance over to his eldest son who was sulking in the passenger seat. He assumed it was because he had taken the keys of the Impala from him as he told the boys they would only be taking the car on this hunt. It made no sense for them to waste money on gas for two vehicles when the Impala could hold the three of them comfortably. There was more to it though. John just couldn't put his finger on it since this type of behavior usually came from Sammy and not Dean.
John had also noticed a change over the last few weeks in his older son during their conversations over the phone. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Dean had always embraced their life enthusiastically but lately that wasn't the case. He had refused to go on the last hunt using 'Sam wasn't out of school for summer break' as an excuse to stay home. Of course, John couldn't argue with that fact and left Dean behind. When they had spoken on the phone last night Dean attempted once again to get out of hunting this summer which was unusual but what really set off the red flags in his father's head was his lack of enthusiasm in hunting a werewolf. Dean's normal reaction to a werewolf hunt was one of excitement, like a kid who was just told they were going to Disneyland. This sulking and staring out the window business was not his oldest boy.
The next night John sat at the motel's kitchenette table with Sammy, who was helping him melt the silver they were going to need to make bullets. Dean was sitting on one of the motel beds moodily cleaning the guns. John was doing his best to over look his eldest's behavior but it was starting to rake his nerves. John looked up from his task and cleared his throat before asking Dean, “You ok there son?”
“I'm cleaning the guns like you told me to.” Dean snapped not bothering to lift his head to meet his father's eyes.
“DEAN.” John growled out in warning but Dean paid him no mind.
Dean tossed the gun he had finished cleaning onto the bed and stood up grabbing his jacket and cell phone. “I'm going out.” He announced to the room before stalking out and slamming the motel door.
John was up in a flash to give chase to his boy but by the time he got outside it was already too late. Dean was gone in a squeal of tires and kicked up gravel. He went back into the room giving Sam a half hearted smile, “Guess we're ordering pizza since your brother took off with the car.”
“Pizza's fine dad.”
“Sammy, you got any idea what's up with your brother?”
“Not really.” Sam shrugged as he concentrated on his task, “Except he does have a girlfriend and he didn't wanna go on this hunt.”
“DEAN has a girlfriend? Are you sure, Sammy?”
“Oh yeah, I'm sure. Her name's Lexi. She works at the diner and she's in my grade.”
“He's dating a high school girl?”
“Yup. They go to dinner, the movies.....he even picks her up and takes her home.”
Now it all made sense to John. The moodiness, trying to get out of the hunt, it was all over some girl. He never expected this from Dean. Sammy, yeah but not Dean. His son knew the rules. No attachments being one of them. Well, he was just going to sit Dean down when he came back and remind him of those rules. When they got back to Ashland he could break it off with this Lexi girl in person.
Dean got back to the motel around eight thirty. John knew this for a fact because he heard the roar of the Impala and the driver's door open and close. That was an hour ago and his son had still not returned to the room. He looked out the front window and saw Dean sitting on the hood of the Impala as he talked on his cell phone. He had a drink in one hand and a take out container in his lap. Who ever he was talking to had him in a much better mood than when he had left a few hours ago. John called Sam over to the window gesturing to Dean, “Who's he talking to?”
“I'm gonna guess that's Lexi by the way he's smiling. He always gets that goofy look on his face when he's talking to her.”
Another half an hour went by without Dean coming back inside. He was still sitting on the hood of the car and talking on his cell. John's patience with his older boy had worn thin. They were on a hunt for Christ's sake. They had research to do, witnesses to interview and silver bullets to make. John had had enough of this foolishness. He marched outside, stood in front of the Impala and growled, “Get inside now, Dean.”
“I'm on the phone.”
“You've been on that phone for an hour and half. We got work to do.”
Dean made a face but didn't back talk his father. Instead, he spoke quietly into his phone, “I gotta go baby. Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow night. I promise. I'll see you in a couple of weeks, baby girl.”
John stared at Dean his eyebrow raised, “I'm assuming that was your girlfriend, Trixie?”
“Her name's Lexi.” Dean snapped as he slid off the hood of the Impala.
“Well, you can break it off with this Lexi when you get back to Ashland.”
“I'm not breaking up with her.”
“Yes you are. Did you forget our rules? No attachments.”
“Screw your rules!”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Dean stepped toe to toe with his father and brought himself up to his full height. He clenched his fists and attempted to count to ten but his father was screaming words at him that Dean didn't register. He lost it and started screaming, “YOU HEARD ME! SCREW. YOUR. RULES. YOU DROP ME AND SAMMY OFF IN BUMFUCK, WI AND YOU TELL ME TO GET A JOB AND TAKE CARE OF SAMMY. I DID. YOU EXPECT ME TO SIT AROUND THAT APARTMENT AND NOT GO OUT? I'M TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL ME I CAN'T SEE LEXI.”
“Fine, Dean. You wanna date this girl then I want to meet her.”
“Why?”
“She could be a demon. She's in Sam's school, she's dating you.”
“I already ran all the tests on her. She's clean.”
“Doesn't matter. You're gonna bring her over for dinner when we get back so I can run the tests.”
Dean grunted and pushed past his father. He was just looking for another excuse to tell him to break it off. He always did everything his father told him but not this time. Dean was not gonna roll over no matter what. He never got to have anything, no friends, nothing. Not this time. He wasn't going to loose the one good thing in that town because his father told him to.
June 19, 2000
Dean picked Lexi up at four thirty even though his father told him they would be eating at six sharp. Being that he hadn't seen her for almost two weeks, he wanted a little alone time before his father grilled her. Lexi was out of the house and sliding into the passenger seat before Dean even honked the horn. “Hey.” She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. What's in the dish?”
“Pie.”
“Pie?” Dean questioned a small smile now pulling at the corners of his mouth, “You made pie?”
“Yeah my mom said I couldn't show up empty handed so I made a pecan pie.”
“That's my favorite.......”
“I know. Why'd you think I made it?” Lexi smirked.
“You're freaking awesome, Lex.”
Dean was anxious from the moment him and Lexi walked into the apartment. He wanted this to go well and hoped that his father wouldn't be too gruff. Dean noticed the tests his father had set up as soon as he opened the door. There was a line of salt hidden under the welcome mat along with a devil's trap he had hidden under a shabby throw rug in the middle of the living room. Lexi walked over both without a hitch, which Dean already knew would happen, as she headed straight to John. Dean followed on her heels saying in a rush, “Dad, this is Lexi. Lexi this is my dad.”
Lexi smiled up at John Winchester handing him the pie she made, “Hi Mr. Winchester, it's nice to meet you.”
“You too, Lexi. What's this?”
“Well Sir, my mother is from the south and she said I can't show up for dinner empty handed. So, I made you guys a pecan pie, my great grandmother's recipe.”
John took the pie from her and offered her something to drink. Dean eyed his father nervously knowing full well he was about to put a shot of holy water in her drink. Lexi wasn't paying much attention to what John was doing though, she was too busy looking at the few photographs Sam had put up in the living room. “Dean is this you and your mom?”
“Uh, yeah......”
Before Dean could finish his father handed Lexi a glass of lemonade and asked, “Where in the south is your mother from and how'd you end up here in Ashland?”
She took a sip of lemonade unaware that all three Winchesters were watching her with bated breath. “She's from Louisiana, New Orleans Parish. My dad just retired from the Marines and decided this would be as good a place as any to settle down. He doesn't like the heat.”
“So, you moved around a lot then?”
“Yes, Sir. We lived in Texas, Germany, all over.”
“Don't call me Sir.” John smiled down at her, “You can call me John.”
Yes, Si, I mean John.”
John sat across from Dean and Lexi purposely so he could observe the two of them. He was torn by what he saw. Part of him wanted to be happy to see his son so into a girl. He could tell by the way Dean looked at her, they way he touched her, the way he would dip his head down to whisper something in her ear that he had already fallen hard for the pretty brunette. John could see why he had. Besides being a very pretty girl, she was intelligent, funny and had a warmth about her. He hasn't seen Dean smile this much since Mary was alive.
He didn't want to think about his Mary. He knew she would want Dean to be able to live his life and settle down with a nice girl like Lexi. That wasn't in the cards for him now. As much as he hated it, John knew he had to sit his eldest boy down and remind him of his responsibilities. With those responsibilities came sacrifices. One of which was no attachments. He was putting this girl in serious danger by being with her and John wasn't going to have her blood on their hands.
John looked up from his beer in time to see Lexi feed Dean a piece of pecan pie. Dean's eyes slid shut the moment the pie hit his tongue eliciting a low, dirty sounding moan from the back of his throat. Lexi smirked while bringing another forkful to Dean's lips, “Wow, you really like my pie, uh?”
Dean ducked his head to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks and mumbled, “Your pie's freaking awesome.”
She lifted his chin to make him look at her and smiled at his sudden shyness. “You're cute when you blush.” She teased him, her eyes lit up with laughter.
“Hey, that's my line.” Dean smirked at her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “The pie is awesome by the way.”
John raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything. He was going to have to sit Dean down tonight after he dropped Lexi back home. Though, John had a feeling it might already be too late. It seemed to John that Dean had already fell head over feet in love with girl, even if his son didn't want to admit it.
Later that night
John told Sam to go to bed the moment he heard the rumble of the Impala much to Sam's dislike. He grumbled and complained that he wasn't five but went to the room he shared with Dean anyway. John went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of Jack and two glasses then sat at the kitchen table to wait for his oldest son. Dean tip toed into the apartment and started to make his way to his bedroom when John flipped on the light. Dean stopped dead in his tracks looking at his father with wide eyes, “Hey Dad, thought you were asleep.”
“Nope, I've been waiting for you. C'mere, we need to talk.”
Dean shifted his from foot to foot while scratching the back of his head. He had a pretty good idea what his father wanted to talk to him about and honestly, Dean didn't want to hear it. He sighed and sat across from his father without protest. He quirked an eyebrow while watching his father pour them each a double shot of Jack, “Wow, guess it's serious if you broke out the whiskey.”
“Dean....”
“Listen Dad, if this is about Lexi I don't wanna hear it.”
“Son, there's a reason we don't form attachments. You're putting that girl in danger.”
“I am not. I'm not the one out there ganking evil sonsofbitches anymore. You got me here babysitting.”
John shook his head as he took a deep breath and tried again. “Doesn't matter, you're still a Winchester. If something happens to that girl, her blood is on your hands. Is that what you want Dean?”
“I can keep her safe. I can protect her.” Dean protested his green eyes hard and defiant, “Nothing bad's gonna happen to Lexi on my watch.”
John eyed his son wearily. He wasn't used to Dean being the one to defy him and wasn't quite sure how to make the boy listen. He poured himself another shot, tipped the amber liquid into his mouth and then asked, “Did you tell her what we do?”
“NO!”
“Then how are you gonna protect from a danger she has no idea exists?”
“I'm not gonna let anything happen to her!”
“Dean, you can't be with her twenty four, seven.” John looked at Dean and softened his voice, “Trust me Son, this life....you can't afford attachments. You just got to....let go. Let her go Dean before she gets hurt.”
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
Ch 9: Head Over Feet
“You've already won me over in spite of me. And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet. Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are. I couldn't help it. It's all your fault.”
June 9, 2000
John stole a glance over to his eldest son who was sulking in the passenger seat. He assumed it was because he had taken the keys of the Impala from him as he told the boys they would only be taking the car on this hunt. It made no sense for them to waste money on gas for two vehicles when the Impala could hold the three of them comfortably. There was more to it though. John just couldn't put his finger on it since this type of behavior usually came from Sammy and not Dean.
John had also noticed a change over the last few weeks in his older son during their conversations over the phone. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Dean had always embraced their life enthusiastically but lately that wasn't the case. He had refused to go on the last hunt using 'Sam wasn't out of school for summer break' as an excuse to stay home. Of course, John couldn't argue with that fact and left Dean behind. When they had spoken on the phone last night Dean attempted once again to get out of hunting this summer which was unusual but what really set off the red flags in his father's head was his lack of enthusiasm in hunting a werewolf. Dean's normal reaction to a werewolf hunt was one of excitement, like a kid who was just told they were going to Disneyland. This sulking and staring out the window business was not his oldest boy.
The next night John sat at the motel's kitchenette table with Sammy, who was helping him melt the silver they were going to need to make bullets. Dean was sitting on one of the motel beds moodily cleaning the guns. John was doing his best to over look his eldest's behavior but it was starting to rake his nerves. John looked up from his task and cleared his throat before asking Dean, “You ok there son?”
“I'm cleaning the guns like you told me to.” Dean snapped not bothering to lift his head to meet his father's eyes.
“DEAN.” John growled out in warning but Dean paid him no mind.
Dean tossed the gun he had finished cleaning onto the bed and stood up grabbing his jacket and cell phone. “I'm going out.” He announced to the room before stalking out and slamming the motel door.
John was up in a flash to give chase to his boy but by the time he got outside it was already too late. Dean was gone in a squeal of tires and kicked up gravel. He went back into the room giving Sam a half hearted smile, “Guess we're ordering pizza since your brother took off with the car.”
“Pizza's fine dad.”
“Sammy, you got any idea what's up with your brother?”
“Not really.” Sam shrugged as he concentrated on his task, “Except he does have a girlfriend and he didn't wanna go on this hunt.”
“DEAN has a girlfriend? Are you sure, Sammy?”
“Oh yeah, I'm sure. Her name's Lexi. She works at the diner and she's in my grade.”
“He's dating a high school girl?”
“Yup. They go to dinner, the movies.....he even picks her up and takes her home.”
Now it all made sense to John. The moodiness, trying to get out of the hunt, it was all over some girl. He never expected this from Dean. Sammy, yeah but not Dean. His son knew the rules. No attachments being one of them. Well, he was just going to sit Dean down when he came back and remind him of those rules. When they got back to Ashland he could break it off with this Lexi girl in person.
Dean got back to the motel around eight thirty. John knew this for a fact because he heard the roar of the Impala and the driver's door open and close. That was an hour ago and his son had still not returned to the room. He looked out the front window and saw Dean sitting on the hood of the Impala as he talked on his cell phone. He had a drink in one hand and a take out container in his lap. Who ever he was talking to had him in a much better mood than when he had left a few hours ago. John called Sam over to the window gesturing to Dean, “Who's he talking to?”
“I'm gonna guess that's Lexi by the way he's smiling. He always gets that goofy look on his face when he's talking to her.”
Another half an hour went by without Dean coming back inside. He was still sitting on the hood of the car and talking on his cell. John's patience with his older boy had worn thin. They were on a hunt for Christ's sake. They had research to do, witnesses to interview and silver bullets to make. John had had enough of this foolishness. He marched outside, stood in front of the Impala and growled, “Get inside now, Dean.”
“I'm on the phone.”
“You've been on that phone for an hour and half. We got work to do.”
Dean made a face but didn't back talk his father. Instead, he spoke quietly into his phone, “I gotta go baby. Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow night. I promise. I'll see you in a couple of weeks, baby girl.”
John stared at Dean his eyebrow raised, “I'm assuming that was your girlfriend, Trixie?”
“Her name's Lexi.” Dean snapped as he slid off the hood of the Impala.
“Well, you can break it off with this Lexi when you get back to Ashland.”
“I'm not breaking up with her.”
“Yes you are. Did you forget our rules? No attachments.”
“Screw your rules!”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Dean stepped toe to toe with his father and brought himself up to his full height. He clenched his fists and attempted to count to ten but his father was screaming words at him that Dean didn't register. He lost it and started screaming, “YOU HEARD ME! SCREW. YOUR. RULES. YOU DROP ME AND SAMMY OFF IN BUMFUCK, WI AND YOU TELL ME TO GET A JOB AND TAKE CARE OF SAMMY. I DID. YOU EXPECT ME TO SIT AROUND THAT APARTMENT AND NOT GO OUT? I'M TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL ME I CAN'T SEE LEXI.”
“Fine, Dean. You wanna date this girl then I want to meet her.”
“Why?”
“She could be a demon. She's in Sam's school, she's dating you.”
“I already ran all the tests on her. She's clean.”
“Doesn't matter. You're gonna bring her over for dinner when we get back so I can run the tests.”
Dean grunted and pushed past his father. He was just looking for another excuse to tell him to break it off. He always did everything his father told him but not this time. Dean was not gonna roll over no matter what. He never got to have anything, no friends, nothing. Not this time. He wasn't going to loose the one good thing in that town because his father told him to.
June 19, 2000
Dean picked Lexi up at four thirty even though his father told him they would be eating at six sharp. Being that he hadn't seen her for almost two weeks, he wanted a little alone time before his father grilled her. Lexi was out of the house and sliding into the passenger seat before Dean even honked the horn. “Hey.” She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. What's in the dish?”
“Pie.”
“Pie?” Dean questioned a small smile now pulling at the corners of his mouth, “You made pie?”
“Yeah my mom said I couldn't show up empty handed so I made a pecan pie.”
“That's my favorite.......”
“I know. Why'd you think I made it?” Lexi smirked.
“You're freaking awesome, Lex.”
Dean was anxious from the moment him and Lexi walked into the apartment. He wanted this to go well and hoped that his father wouldn't be too gruff. Dean noticed the tests his father had set up as soon as he opened the door. There was a line of salt hidden under the welcome mat along with a devil's trap he had hidden under a shabby throw rug in the middle of the living room. Lexi walked over both without a hitch, which Dean already knew would happen, as she headed straight to John. Dean followed on her heels saying in a rush, “Dad, this is Lexi. Lexi this is my dad.”
Lexi smiled up at John Winchester handing him the pie she made, “Hi Mr. Winchester, it's nice to meet you.”
“You too, Lexi. What's this?”
“Well Sir, my mother is from the south and she said I can't show up for dinner empty handed. So, I made you guys a pecan pie, my great grandmother's recipe.”
John took the pie from her and offered her something to drink. Dean eyed his father nervously knowing full well he was about to put a shot of holy water in her drink. Lexi wasn't paying much attention to what John was doing though, she was too busy looking at the few photographs Sam had put up in the living room. “Dean is this you and your mom?”
“Uh, yeah......”
Before Dean could finish his father handed Lexi a glass of lemonade and asked, “Where in the south is your mother from and how'd you end up here in Ashland?”
She took a sip of lemonade unaware that all three Winchesters were watching her with bated breath. “She's from Louisiana, New Orleans Parish. My dad just retired from the Marines and decided this would be as good a place as any to settle down. He doesn't like the heat.”
“So, you moved around a lot then?”
“Yes, Sir. We lived in Texas, Germany, all over.”
“Don't call me Sir.” John smiled down at her, “You can call me John.”
Yes, Si, I mean John.”
John sat across from Dean and Lexi purposely so he could observe the two of them. He was torn by what he saw. Part of him wanted to be happy to see his son so into a girl. He could tell by the way Dean looked at her, they way he touched her, the way he would dip his head down to whisper something in her ear that he had already fallen hard for the pretty brunette. John could see why he had. Besides being a very pretty girl, she was intelligent, funny and had a warmth about her. He hasn't seen Dean smile this much since Mary was alive.
He didn't want to think about his Mary. He knew she would want Dean to be able to live his life and settle down with a nice girl like Lexi. That wasn't in the cards for him now. As much as he hated it, John knew he had to sit his eldest boy down and remind him of his responsibilities. With those responsibilities came sacrifices. One of which was no attachments. He was putting this girl in serious danger by being with her and John wasn't going to have her blood on their hands.
John looked up from his beer in time to see Lexi feed Dean a piece of pecan pie. Dean's eyes slid shut the moment the pie hit his tongue eliciting a low, dirty sounding moan from the back of his throat. Lexi smirked while bringing another forkful to Dean's lips, “Wow, you really like my pie, uh?”
Dean ducked his head to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks and mumbled, “Your pie's freaking awesome.”
She lifted his chin to make him look at her and smiled at his sudden shyness. “You're cute when you blush.” She teased him, her eyes lit up with laughter.
“Hey, that's my line.” Dean smirked at her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “The pie is awesome by the way.”
John raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything. He was going to have to sit Dean down tonight after he dropped Lexi back home. Though, John had a feeling it might already be too late. It seemed to John that Dean had already fell head over feet in love with girl, even if his son didn't want to admit it.
Later that night
John told Sam to go to bed the moment he heard the rumble of the Impala much to Sam's dislike. He grumbled and complained that he wasn't five but went to the room he shared with Dean anyway. John went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of Jack and two glasses then sat at the kitchen table to wait for his oldest son. Dean tip toed into the apartment and started to make his way to his bedroom when John flipped on the light. Dean stopped dead in his tracks looking at his father with wide eyes, “Hey Dad, thought you were asleep.”
“Nope, I've been waiting for you. C'mere, we need to talk.”
Dean shifted his from foot to foot while scratching the back of his head. He had a pretty good idea what his father wanted to talk to him about and honestly, Dean didn't want to hear it. He sighed and sat across from his father without protest. He quirked an eyebrow while watching his father pour them each a double shot of Jack, “Wow, guess it's serious if you broke out the whiskey.”
“Dean....”
“Listen Dad, if this is about Lexi I don't wanna hear it.”
“Son, there's a reason we don't form attachments. You're putting that girl in danger.”
“I am not. I'm not the one out there ganking evil sonsofbitches anymore. You got me here babysitting.”
John shook his head as he took a deep breath and tried again. “Doesn't matter, you're still a Winchester. If something happens to that girl, her blood is on your hands. Is that what you want Dean?”
“I can keep her safe. I can protect her.” Dean protested his green eyes hard and defiant, “Nothing bad's gonna happen to Lexi on my watch.”
John eyed his son wearily. He wasn't used to Dean being the one to defy him and wasn't quite sure how to make the boy listen. He poured himself another shot, tipped the amber liquid into his mouth and then asked, “Did you tell her what we do?”
“NO!”
“Then how are you gonna protect from a danger she has no idea exists?”
“I'm not gonna let anything happen to her!”
“Dean, you can't be with her twenty four, seven.” John looked at Dean and softened his voice, “Trust me Son, this life....you can't afford attachments. You just got to....let go. Let her go Dean before she gets hurt.”