Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 12/?
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
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
Chapter 12: She Gives Me Love
“Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, I just can't control.”
Dean couldn't believe it was already mid August. In a couple of weeks he would be returning to work at the garage and Sam would be starting his Senior year. Right now, he was on hunt with his father and younger brother in some hick town outside of Dallas, Texas. It was hot as hell and Dean was stuck out in the woods following the tracks of some unbeknownst monster.
Sweat was dripping down his face, back and chest. He shrugged out of his button down and wiped his face with it before tying it around his waist. He'd give anything right now for a cold shower and some air conditioning. No, screw that. He'd give anything to be back in his bed in Ashland fucking Lexi six ways to Sunday. Dean let his mind wander to the last time he had her in his bed. He licked his lips remembering the taste and smell of her skin, how he took full advantage of them being able to stretch out in his double bed. He took his time to caress and lick every inch her. Of course, Sam bitched at him for days about being kicked out of the bedroom. Dean chuckled to himself. It wasn't like he was constantly bringing Lexi back to the apartment to fuck. Most of the time they did it in the Impala or on the rare occasion that both her parents were out of the house, in her bedroom.
Dean stopped dead in his tracks. The trail was gone, not just gone but disappeared all together. He turned in circles looking in every direction but there was no sign that anything had been through here. There were no tracks, no broken twigs or foliage. The whole area was undisturbed. He looked up at the surrounding trees for claw marks but there were no gashes in the bark. He looked around once more to be sure that the trail disappeared and pulled a face. Either this thing they were hunting could fly or it could teleport. Dean did not like either one of those possibilities.
He made his way back to their camp and flopped into the camp chair that was closest to the cooler. He reached into the battered green cooler pulling out a beer and cracking it open as he waited for his father and brother to return. Why they couldn't have just rented a motel room he had no clue. His father had insisted that they come out here and set up camp since this is where the creature had been most active. Dean hated camping. He especially hated camping out in Bumfuck, Texas. It was hot as hell, full of snakes and to top it off he had no cell reception out here. He sat drinking beer for at least an hour before Dean heard his father's and brother's approaching foot steps. He groaned knowing full well his father wasn't going to like what he was going to report back to him.
“Did you find it?” John barked as he eyed his son lounging in one of the camp chairs with a beer in his hand.
“No, Sir. Trail disappeared.”
“Whatta mean disappeared?”
“I followed it for MILES” Dean stated eyebrow raised while he gestured with his free hand, “and then POOF. Nothing.”
“Are you sure, Dean?”
“Yeah, Dad. The tracks just disappeared. Maybe this thing can fly. I mean there were no claw marks in any of the trees.”
John regarded his eldest before running a hand through his hair. He knew Dean was a good tracker. If the boy said the tracks just vanished then they did. Maybe they weren't hunting a creature. It was possible they were way off track. Either way, they missed something.
“What if it's not a creature?” Sam said suddenly, “Maybe it's a shape shifter or I dunno a witch?”
“What makes you think it could be a witch Sammy?” Dean asked turning to look at his younger brother.
“All the killings.....the victims were mulled by a different animal. It's possible for a witch to change form right?”
“Yeah,” John stated as he took the chair next to Dean, “but so can skin walkers and shifters.”
“I know that dad but they don't tend to mark their victims.”
“There weren't any marks on the vics I checked the bodies myself, Son.”
Sam held up the folder that held the crime scene photos, “They didn't leave the marks on the body but this coin has shown up at every crime scene. Look at the markings Dad.”
John took the folder Sam held out to him and began looking through the photos. Sam was right. The coin was found with every victim. How could he miss something this obvious? The markings on the coin were ancient, maybe Celtic. The possibility of it being a witch looked to be more likely but to be sure they had to do more research.
*~*~*
After researching the marks on the coin, it turned out Sammy was right. They were hunting a witch. Dean hated witches but he especially hated this one. What he hated more than witches was being the bait. He pulled against the ropes that were binding him to the chair and grunted. His father and brother better hurry their asses up. Dean was in no mood to be mauled by some bodily fluid spewing witch.
“You can't slip out of those ropes.” She said from across the room.
“Really, you think so?” Dean smirked. He saw his father enter the room behind the witch and kept talking to keep her distracted. “Well, then you don't know me that well sweetheart.”
“I know so. I cast a little spell on them.”
“Of course you did. Fucking witches. Why don't you just kill me already?”
“I'm not going to kill you.....yet.” She purred walking closer to Dean, “First, I'm going to kill that sweet young girl you love. I believe her name's Lexi.”
“You can't kill her. She's not even in the state.”
The witch smiled at him shaking her head before laughing. “You hunters have such small minds. My magic isn't bound by proximity.”
“Why don't you just leave my girl outta this, uh? She's innocent, she ain't no hunter.”
“There's no such animal.”
She turned her back to Dean to get her spell book when John emerged from the shadows. But before the witch could utter another word, John raised his gun. Three shots rang out at the same time as Sammy appeared at Dean's side. Sam immediately began to cut Dean free. “Took you two long enough.” He mumbled as he bent down to untie the ropes binding his legs. “She could've killed me.”
“She wasn't going to kill you, Son.” John said as he looked around the room, “She liked to play with her food first.”
Dean huffed and went outside leaving his father and brother to take care of the witch's body. John exchanged a look with Sam and shrugged. “Leave him Sammy and come help me take care of this.”
Dean pulled out his cell and called Lexi as soon as he was out of earshot of his brother and father. He needed to make sure she was alright. He sighed in relief when he heard her voice. She was safe this time. He didn't want to admit his father was right but he knew he was putting her in danger. He had to do something. So, he called Bobby. He explained to Bobby that he needed some sort of protection amulet or spell and asked if he had something like that around his house. Dean was caught off guard when Bobby asked him if it was for the girl he was seeing. “How do you know about her?”
“Your daddy told me. He wasn't too happy about it either. I don't have anything like that here but I know where you can get one. The swamps outside of New Orleans. There's a hoodoo priestess there. She can make you one.”
“You want me to go to a witch?” Dean asked shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”
“Do I sound like I'm kidding you boy? She's the real deal Dean and not all witches are bad. Do you want her name and coordinates or not?”
“Yeah, give 'em to me.”
Honey Island Swamp
Dean couldn't believe he was actually doing this as he trudged through the Honey Island outside of New Orleans. Of course he didn't tell his father what he was up to. He knew his father wouldn't approve of him going to a Hoodoo Priestess. He walked up to the small house, took a deep breath and knocked twice, “Ms. Thibodeaux?”
The door opened a crack and Dean found himself staring down at a small elderly woman. “Dean Winchester. Took you long enough to get here.”
“How did you know......”
“That's not important.” She said simply waving him into her small house. “You came here for a protection spell. Yes?”
“I, well, yeah but it's not.......”
“It's for your girlfriend Lexi Brennan. I know.”
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he entered the house. He took another deep breath, shoved his hands in his pockets and exhaled. “Yeah, it's for Lexi.”
“I can make a powerful protection charm for her that will keep her hidden from demons, ghosts, witches but for something that powerful you must pay.”
“I'll pay any price, name it.”
“Not money. You need to pay with blood. Don't look at me like that. I just need a few drops.”
Dean watch wearily as Ms. Thibodeaux added mugwort, eye of newt, mandrake, sage, angelica, ginger and salt to the clay. The last component she added were the drops of his blood to the clay and herbs that would make up the protection charm. “Can I ask why you're using eye of newt and ginger?” Dean questioned as he leaned forward in his chair. “I know the other herbs are all used for protection but those....”
“The answer's simple. They increase strength and speed to any spell they're added to. The reason for me adding some of your blood is simple too. This charm is an extension of your protection over her. As long as you're breathing and she's wearing it no evil will harm her.”
*~*~*
Dean drove straight to the diner once he hit Ashland's city limits. He needed to see Lexi right away. He needed to see with his own eyes that she really was okay. He walked into the diner making his way to the last stool at the counter. He took his seat looking around and then caught Lexi's eye. She smiled one of those huge dimpled smiles he loved so much before she made her way over to him. She leaned across the counter giving him a quick kiss on the lips, “Hey you.”
“Hey, yourself. When's your shift over?”
“In an hour.”
“Cool. I'll hang around and then we can go do something.”
“You want a cheeseburger, extra onions?”
Dean placed his hand over his heart smirking, “Ah a girl after my own heart.”
“I thought I already had it.”
“Trust me sweetheart you do but uh a slice of that apple pie and a coffee will do just fine.”
About an hour later Dean was sitting on the hood of the Impala waiting for Lexi when she came out of the diner. He grinned at her slyly while he slid off the car. It's only been a little over a week since he went to Texas for the hunt and he can't believe he's missed her so much. He kisses her slow and deep at first enjoying the feel of her lips against his. He tugs her closer, sucks her bottom lip into his mouth causing Lexi to groan. Lexi pulls back breaking the kiss and whispers, “What was that for?”
He smirks down at Lexi running his hands down her back, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. My parents are out of town for the weekend.......”
“Really?”
“Hmm mmm.”
Lexi's House
“Hey Dean, you want butter on the popcorn?” Lexi called from the kitchen.
“Sure Babe and salt.”
Lexi made her way over to him balancing the bowl of popcorn, her diet coke and a beer for Dean in her arms. She smiled at him handing him his beer before placing the bowl on the coffee table. Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly against him the moment she sat next to him on the couch. He cracked open his beer taking a long pull from it. “So what do you wanna watch, Lex?”
“Um AMC is having a Hitchcock marathon. I think Psycho's about to come on.”
“I love Psycho....”
“Really? After staying in those kinda motels all your life?”
“Well, we never stayed anywhere that was named The Bates Motel.” He settled back into the couch while giving her shoulders a squeeze. “This is nice. Me, you, a bowl of popcorn and some AMC. No one bitching at us. I could get used to this.”
She nodded resting her head on his shoulder. Lexi nuzzled her face into his neck breathing in his scent; the smell of leather, motor oil and cigarettes lingered on his skin along with his aftershave. The scent was strictly Dean and she loved it. She gave his neck a little nip while sliding her hand up under Dean's t-shirt. She ran her palm up his chest and back down the length of his torso stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Dean quirked an eyebrow at her as her fingers skimmed along the strip of hair that led down following it under his jeans, “Hey, don't start something you can't finish Lex.”
She smirked at him sliding her fingers back up to rest on his stomach, “Who says I can't finish it? We're alone aren't we?”
Dean kissed her temple turning his attention to the television. “Yeah, we're alone but let's just watch the movie and relax. I haven't seen you in over a week and I like hanging out with you.” Dean ran his fingertips along her thigh while he brushed his lips against her ear. “Besides we can mess around all night once the movie's over. I can stay over tonight, dad's home with Sammy.”
They watched Psycho and The Birds all the way through since they both loved Hitchcock but half way through the third movie, Dean became bored. He glanced down at Lexi getting a good view of her cleavage, the corners of his mouth turning up into a devilish smile. He licked his lips slowly reaching down to lift her chin and pressed his lips to hers softly.
Dean coaxed her onto her back straddling her thighs; he leaned forward placing soft kisses down her neck to the spot where her neck and shoulder met causing her to make those little moans he loved. He smirked against her skin when she whimpered his name and asked what he was doing. “I'm finishing what you started Lex.” Dean stated trying his best to look innocent. He slid his hands up under her tank top, his hands traveling up slowly to cup her breasts. He rubbed his palms in slow circles over her nipples through the flimsy material of her bra before his calloused hands began to slowly roam over her bare skin. “God, I missed you.” He whispered leaning down to kiss and nuzzle her neck, “Whatta say we take this to your bedroom, Lex?”
*~*~*
Dean stood in front of Lexi, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, as he dug into his jeans pocket. He pulled out the drawstring bag that held the protection charm turning it over in his hand before he joined her on the bed. “I got something for you.” Dean said then licked his lips. He was suddenly feeling anxious. It wasn't like he was giving her a ring but he's never done something like this before. He places the bag in her hand, leans in close and lowers his voice, “This is a protection charm I had made for you. It'll protect you from all the things I hunt but you gotta wear it all the time, Lex.”
Lexi opened the bag lifting the charm out by the thin black leather rope it was hanging on. She studied the symbols and markings on the charm, then slipped it over her head. “I will, I promise I won't take it off.”
Dean brushed his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves the way her mouth fits his, how their mouths perfectly molded together. He nipped at her full bottom lip before she opened her mouth for him. He slipped his tongue inside tasting her slowly as he coaxed her onto her back. Dean curled his tongue around hers fighting for control of the kiss. She gave up control easily letting Dean set the pace. He missed this. Missed the taste of her cherry lip gloss and her mint toothpaste. She clutched his t-shirt pressing herself as close to Dean as she possibly could. He groaned from the contact, hips bucking hard against her causing him to break the kiss.
Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like mere seconds later they were both naked and Dean's got the little foil package in his hands. He rips the package open and rolls the condom on. The whole time he's looking down at Lexi with this cute little smirk on his face. Dean leans down running his tongue along the top of her breasts before kissing her again. Lexi slid her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bit down on his bottom lip. Dean growled low in his throat, fisted his hands in her long brown hair and pressed his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, you're a little minx.”
She laughed hooking her right leg around his waist and then pressed her hips up against Dean's causing him to jerk forward, “You love it.”
Dean sat up pulling Lexi from the mattress into his lap with a smug grin. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass, “I'm gonna teach you my favorite position tonight.”
“What position is that?”
He smirked then rolled his hips up into hers making Lexi to moan, “Cowgirl.”
Lexi stared at him wide eyed and swallowed thickly, “What? No.”
“Why not?”
“Because.....” She whispered her eyes wide and innocent, her cheeks burning, “ I.....”
Dean couldn't help but smile as he laced his fingers through hers. He loved that he could make her blush. “You look real cute when you blush like that.” Dean teased before turning serious. “C'mon ride me, Lex. There's nothing to be shy about and if you don't like it we'll switch positions. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Dean gripped Lexi's hips lifting her off his lap and then guided her slowly down onto his cock. She gasped wrapping her legs around his waist clutching at Dean's shoulders as he filled her up. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yes.” She whispered her voice strained.
Dean wrapped a hand around each hip letting her set the pace while he helped guide her. Her movements were unhurried, slow and tentative. It was taking all his self control not to thrust up into her but he wanted her to find her stride first. When she did she was a sight to see. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she lifted and lowered herself down on him. “Oh fuck. That's it baby girl, ride me just like that.” Dean grunted, gripped her hips and pulled her down on to him. “Lexi, you're fucking beautiful.”
She just smiled at him then pressed her lips to his exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue. Dean broke the kiss burying his face against her chest as she pressed her hands into his shoulders and arched her back picking up the pace. Dean's breath hitched, he moaned and gasped against her chest with every thrust. The sounds she was pulling from him were driving her crazy and made her ride him that much harder.
Dean can tell she's close. He feels her legs begin to tremble. He digs his fingers into her hips and pounds into her. Lexi digs her nails into his back, hips bucking as she comes undone. “OH GOD. DEAN.....FUCK.....” Her whole body shook before she collapses boneless against his chest.
He guides her down against the mattress, hooks her right leg over his shoulder and continues thrusting into her. He grips her hips tight enough to leave bruises as he sets up a harsh pace to chase after his own orgasm. Dean closes his eyes biting down on his bottom lip and groans, “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.....so tight.....Fuck.”
It didn't take much longer before his own orgasm slammed into him. He closed his eyes, hips bucking, his whole body shaking while colors exploded behind his eyes. He collapsed on top of her not being able to remember the last time he came this hard. A couple more thrusts into her and he was done but he didn't pull out. He rested his head against her chest listening to the pounding of her heart as they tried to catch their breath. “Damn, Lex.”
“Yeah, you said it.....damn....”
Once Dean had his breathing under control, he lifted his head from Lexi's chest and whispered, “I love you, Lexi.”
Lexi stared at Dean her breath hitching in her throat. She's been waiting for months to her him say those words and is caught completely off guard. She blinks at him, a slow smile spreading out on to her face as his words sink in. “I love you too.”
Dean leans on his forearms kissing her nice and slow as he finally slides out of her. He sits back on his heels and reaches down to get rid of the condom he's wearing. “Ah fuck!”
“What's wrong?” Lexi ask as she sits up leaning back on her elbows.
“The condom broke.”
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
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
Chapter 12: She Gives Me Love
“Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, I just can't control.”
Dean couldn't believe it was already mid August. In a couple of weeks he would be returning to work at the garage and Sam would be starting his Senior year. Right now, he was on hunt with his father and younger brother in some hick town outside of Dallas, Texas. It was hot as hell and Dean was stuck out in the woods following the tracks of some unbeknownst monster.
Sweat was dripping down his face, back and chest. He shrugged out of his button down and wiped his face with it before tying it around his waist. He'd give anything right now for a cold shower and some air conditioning. No, screw that. He'd give anything to be back in his bed in Ashland fucking Lexi six ways to Sunday. Dean let his mind wander to the last time he had her in his bed. He licked his lips remembering the taste and smell of her skin, how he took full advantage of them being able to stretch out in his double bed. He took his time to caress and lick every inch her. Of course, Sam bitched at him for days about being kicked out of the bedroom. Dean chuckled to himself. It wasn't like he was constantly bringing Lexi back to the apartment to fuck. Most of the time they did it in the Impala or on the rare occasion that both her parents were out of the house, in her bedroom.
Dean stopped dead in his tracks. The trail was gone, not just gone but disappeared all together. He turned in circles looking in every direction but there was no sign that anything had been through here. There were no tracks, no broken twigs or foliage. The whole area was undisturbed. He looked up at the surrounding trees for claw marks but there were no gashes in the bark. He looked around once more to be sure that the trail disappeared and pulled a face. Either this thing they were hunting could fly or it could teleport. Dean did not like either one of those possibilities.
He made his way back to their camp and flopped into the camp chair that was closest to the cooler. He reached into the battered green cooler pulling out a beer and cracking it open as he waited for his father and brother to return. Why they couldn't have just rented a motel room he had no clue. His father had insisted that they come out here and set up camp since this is where the creature had been most active. Dean hated camping. He especially hated camping out in Bumfuck, Texas. It was hot as hell, full of snakes and to top it off he had no cell reception out here. He sat drinking beer for at least an hour before Dean heard his father's and brother's approaching foot steps. He groaned knowing full well his father wasn't going to like what he was going to report back to him.
“Did you find it?” John barked as he eyed his son lounging in one of the camp chairs with a beer in his hand.
“No, Sir. Trail disappeared.”
“Whatta mean disappeared?”
“I followed it for MILES” Dean stated eyebrow raised while he gestured with his free hand, “and then POOF. Nothing.”
“Are you sure, Dean?”
“Yeah, Dad. The tracks just disappeared. Maybe this thing can fly. I mean there were no claw marks in any of the trees.”
John regarded his eldest before running a hand through his hair. He knew Dean was a good tracker. If the boy said the tracks just vanished then they did. Maybe they weren't hunting a creature. It was possible they were way off track. Either way, they missed something.
“What if it's not a creature?” Sam said suddenly, “Maybe it's a shape shifter or I dunno a witch?”
“What makes you think it could be a witch Sammy?” Dean asked turning to look at his younger brother.
“All the killings.....the victims were mulled by a different animal. It's possible for a witch to change form right?”
“Yeah,” John stated as he took the chair next to Dean, “but so can skin walkers and shifters.”
“I know that dad but they don't tend to mark their victims.”
“There weren't any marks on the vics I checked the bodies myself, Son.”
Sam held up the folder that held the crime scene photos, “They didn't leave the marks on the body but this coin has shown up at every crime scene. Look at the markings Dad.”
John took the folder Sam held out to him and began looking through the photos. Sam was right. The coin was found with every victim. How could he miss something this obvious? The markings on the coin were ancient, maybe Celtic. The possibility of it being a witch looked to be more likely but to be sure they had to do more research.
*~*~*
After researching the marks on the coin, it turned out Sammy was right. They were hunting a witch. Dean hated witches but he especially hated this one. What he hated more than witches was being the bait. He pulled against the ropes that were binding him to the chair and grunted. His father and brother better hurry their asses up. Dean was in no mood to be mauled by some bodily fluid spewing witch.
“You can't slip out of those ropes.” She said from across the room.
“Really, you think so?” Dean smirked. He saw his father enter the room behind the witch and kept talking to keep her distracted. “Well, then you don't know me that well sweetheart.”
“I know so. I cast a little spell on them.”
“Of course you did. Fucking witches. Why don't you just kill me already?”
“I'm not going to kill you.....yet.” She purred walking closer to Dean, “First, I'm going to kill that sweet young girl you love. I believe her name's Lexi.”
“You can't kill her. She's not even in the state.”
The witch smiled at him shaking her head before laughing. “You hunters have such small minds. My magic isn't bound by proximity.”
“Why don't you just leave my girl outta this, uh? She's innocent, she ain't no hunter.”
“There's no such animal.”
She turned her back to Dean to get her spell book when John emerged from the shadows. But before the witch could utter another word, John raised his gun. Three shots rang out at the same time as Sammy appeared at Dean's side. Sam immediately began to cut Dean free. “Took you two long enough.” He mumbled as he bent down to untie the ropes binding his legs. “She could've killed me.”
“She wasn't going to kill you, Son.” John said as he looked around the room, “She liked to play with her food first.”
Dean huffed and went outside leaving his father and brother to take care of the witch's body. John exchanged a look with Sam and shrugged. “Leave him Sammy and come help me take care of this.”
Dean pulled out his cell and called Lexi as soon as he was out of earshot of his brother and father. He needed to make sure she was alright. He sighed in relief when he heard her voice. She was safe this time. He didn't want to admit his father was right but he knew he was putting her in danger. He had to do something. So, he called Bobby. He explained to Bobby that he needed some sort of protection amulet or spell and asked if he had something like that around his house. Dean was caught off guard when Bobby asked him if it was for the girl he was seeing. “How do you know about her?”
“Your daddy told me. He wasn't too happy about it either. I don't have anything like that here but I know where you can get one. The swamps outside of New Orleans. There's a hoodoo priestess there. She can make you one.”
“You want me to go to a witch?” Dean asked shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”
“Do I sound like I'm kidding you boy? She's the real deal Dean and not all witches are bad. Do you want her name and coordinates or not?”
“Yeah, give 'em to me.”
Honey Island Swamp
Dean couldn't believe he was actually doing this as he trudged through the Honey Island outside of New Orleans. Of course he didn't tell his father what he was up to. He knew his father wouldn't approve of him going to a Hoodoo Priestess. He walked up to the small house, took a deep breath and knocked twice, “Ms. Thibodeaux?”
The door opened a crack and Dean found himself staring down at a small elderly woman. “Dean Winchester. Took you long enough to get here.”
“How did you know......”
“That's not important.” She said simply waving him into her small house. “You came here for a protection spell. Yes?”
“I, well, yeah but it's not.......”
“It's for your girlfriend Lexi Brennan. I know.”
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he entered the house. He took another deep breath, shoved his hands in his pockets and exhaled. “Yeah, it's for Lexi.”
“I can make a powerful protection charm for her that will keep her hidden from demons, ghosts, witches but for something that powerful you must pay.”
“I'll pay any price, name it.”
“Not money. You need to pay with blood. Don't look at me like that. I just need a few drops.”
Dean watch wearily as Ms. Thibodeaux added mugwort, eye of newt, mandrake, sage, angelica, ginger and salt to the clay. The last component she added were the drops of his blood to the clay and herbs that would make up the protection charm. “Can I ask why you're using eye of newt and ginger?” Dean questioned as he leaned forward in his chair. “I know the other herbs are all used for protection but those....”
“The answer's simple. They increase strength and speed to any spell they're added to. The reason for me adding some of your blood is simple too. This charm is an extension of your protection over her. As long as you're breathing and she's wearing it no evil will harm her.”
*~*~*
Dean drove straight to the diner once he hit Ashland's city limits. He needed to see Lexi right away. He needed to see with his own eyes that she really was okay. He walked into the diner making his way to the last stool at the counter. He took his seat looking around and then caught Lexi's eye. She smiled one of those huge dimpled smiles he loved so much before she made her way over to him. She leaned across the counter giving him a quick kiss on the lips, “Hey you.”
“Hey, yourself. When's your shift over?”
“In an hour.”
“Cool. I'll hang around and then we can go do something.”
“You want a cheeseburger, extra onions?”
Dean placed his hand over his heart smirking, “Ah a girl after my own heart.”
“I thought I already had it.”
“Trust me sweetheart you do but uh a slice of that apple pie and a coffee will do just fine.”
About an hour later Dean was sitting on the hood of the Impala waiting for Lexi when she came out of the diner. He grinned at her slyly while he slid off the car. It's only been a little over a week since he went to Texas for the hunt and he can't believe he's missed her so much. He kisses her slow and deep at first enjoying the feel of her lips against his. He tugs her closer, sucks her bottom lip into his mouth causing Lexi to groan. Lexi pulls back breaking the kiss and whispers, “What was that for?”
He smirks down at Lexi running his hands down her back, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. My parents are out of town for the weekend.......”
“Really?”
“Hmm mmm.”
Lexi's House
“Hey Dean, you want butter on the popcorn?” Lexi called from the kitchen.
“Sure Babe and salt.”
Lexi made her way over to him balancing the bowl of popcorn, her diet coke and a beer for Dean in her arms. She smiled at him handing him his beer before placing the bowl on the coffee table. Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly against him the moment she sat next to him on the couch. He cracked open his beer taking a long pull from it. “So what do you wanna watch, Lex?”
“Um AMC is having a Hitchcock marathon. I think Psycho's about to come on.”
“I love Psycho....”
“Really? After staying in those kinda motels all your life?”
“Well, we never stayed anywhere that was named The Bates Motel.” He settled back into the couch while giving her shoulders a squeeze. “This is nice. Me, you, a bowl of popcorn and some AMC. No one bitching at us. I could get used to this.”
She nodded resting her head on his shoulder. Lexi nuzzled her face into his neck breathing in his scent; the smell of leather, motor oil and cigarettes lingered on his skin along with his aftershave. The scent was strictly Dean and she loved it. She gave his neck a little nip while sliding her hand up under Dean's t-shirt. She ran her palm up his chest and back down the length of his torso stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Dean quirked an eyebrow at her as her fingers skimmed along the strip of hair that led down following it under his jeans, “Hey, don't start something you can't finish Lex.”
She smirked at him sliding her fingers back up to rest on his stomach, “Who says I can't finish it? We're alone aren't we?”
Dean kissed her temple turning his attention to the television. “Yeah, we're alone but let's just watch the movie and relax. I haven't seen you in over a week and I like hanging out with you.” Dean ran his fingertips along her thigh while he brushed his lips against her ear. “Besides we can mess around all night once the movie's over. I can stay over tonight, dad's home with Sammy.”
They watched Psycho and The Birds all the way through since they both loved Hitchcock but half way through the third movie, Dean became bored. He glanced down at Lexi getting a good view of her cleavage, the corners of his mouth turning up into a devilish smile. He licked his lips slowly reaching down to lift her chin and pressed his lips to hers softly.
Dean coaxed her onto her back straddling her thighs; he leaned forward placing soft kisses down her neck to the spot where her neck and shoulder met causing her to make those little moans he loved. He smirked against her skin when she whimpered his name and asked what he was doing. “I'm finishing what you started Lex.” Dean stated trying his best to look innocent. He slid his hands up under her tank top, his hands traveling up slowly to cup her breasts. He rubbed his palms in slow circles over her nipples through the flimsy material of her bra before his calloused hands began to slowly roam over her bare skin. “God, I missed you.” He whispered leaning down to kiss and nuzzle her neck, “Whatta say we take this to your bedroom, Lex?”
*~*~*
Dean stood in front of Lexi, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, as he dug into his jeans pocket. He pulled out the drawstring bag that held the protection charm turning it over in his hand before he joined her on the bed. “I got something for you.” Dean said then licked his lips. He was suddenly feeling anxious. It wasn't like he was giving her a ring but he's never done something like this before. He places the bag in her hand, leans in close and lowers his voice, “This is a protection charm I had made for you. It'll protect you from all the things I hunt but you gotta wear it all the time, Lex.”
Lexi opened the bag lifting the charm out by the thin black leather rope it was hanging on. She studied the symbols and markings on the charm, then slipped it over her head. “I will, I promise I won't take it off.”
Dean brushed his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves the way her mouth fits his, how their mouths perfectly molded together. He nipped at her full bottom lip before she opened her mouth for him. He slipped his tongue inside tasting her slowly as he coaxed her onto her back. Dean curled his tongue around hers fighting for control of the kiss. She gave up control easily letting Dean set the pace. He missed this. Missed the taste of her cherry lip gloss and her mint toothpaste. She clutched his t-shirt pressing herself as close to Dean as she possibly could. He groaned from the contact, hips bucking hard against her causing him to break the kiss.
Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like mere seconds later they were both naked and Dean's got the little foil package in his hands. He rips the package open and rolls the condom on. The whole time he's looking down at Lexi with this cute little smirk on his face. Dean leans down running his tongue along the top of her breasts before kissing her again. Lexi slid her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bit down on his bottom lip. Dean growled low in his throat, fisted his hands in her long brown hair and pressed his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, you're a little minx.”
She laughed hooking her right leg around his waist and then pressed her hips up against Dean's causing him to jerk forward, “You love it.”
Dean sat up pulling Lexi from the mattress into his lap with a smug grin. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass, “I'm gonna teach you my favorite position tonight.”
“What position is that?”
He smirked then rolled his hips up into hers making Lexi to moan, “Cowgirl.”
Lexi stared at him wide eyed and swallowed thickly, “What? No.”
“Why not?”
“Because.....” She whispered her eyes wide and innocent, her cheeks burning, “ I.....”
Dean couldn't help but smile as he laced his fingers through hers. He loved that he could make her blush. “You look real cute when you blush like that.” Dean teased before turning serious. “C'mon ride me, Lex. There's nothing to be shy about and if you don't like it we'll switch positions. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Dean gripped Lexi's hips lifting her off his lap and then guided her slowly down onto his cock. She gasped wrapping her legs around his waist clutching at Dean's shoulders as he filled her up. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yes.” She whispered her voice strained.
Dean wrapped a hand around each hip letting her set the pace while he helped guide her. Her movements were unhurried, slow and tentative. It was taking all his self control not to thrust up into her but he wanted her to find her stride first. When she did she was a sight to see. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she lifted and lowered herself down on him. “Oh fuck. That's it baby girl, ride me just like that.” Dean grunted, gripped her hips and pulled her down on to him. “Lexi, you're fucking beautiful.”
She just smiled at him then pressed her lips to his exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue. Dean broke the kiss burying his face against her chest as she pressed her hands into his shoulders and arched her back picking up the pace. Dean's breath hitched, he moaned and gasped against her chest with every thrust. The sounds she was pulling from him were driving her crazy and made her ride him that much harder.
Dean can tell she's close. He feels her legs begin to tremble. He digs his fingers into her hips and pounds into her. Lexi digs her nails into his back, hips bucking as she comes undone. “OH GOD. DEAN.....FUCK.....” Her whole body shook before she collapses boneless against his chest.
He guides her down against the mattress, hooks her right leg over his shoulder and continues thrusting into her. He grips her hips tight enough to leave bruises as he sets up a harsh pace to chase after his own orgasm. Dean closes his eyes biting down on his bottom lip and groans, “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.....so tight.....Fuck.”
It didn't take much longer before his own orgasm slammed into him. He closed his eyes, hips bucking, his whole body shaking while colors exploded behind his eyes. He collapsed on top of her not being able to remember the last time he came this hard. A couple more thrusts into her and he was done but he didn't pull out. He rested his head against her chest listening to the pounding of her heart as they tried to catch their breath. “Damn, Lex.”
“Yeah, you said it.....damn....”
Once Dean had his breathing under control, he lifted his head from Lexi's chest and whispered, “I love you, Lexi.”
Lexi stared at Dean her breath hitching in her throat. She's been waiting for months to her him say those words and is caught completely off guard. She blinks at him, a slow smile spreading out on to her face as his words sink in. “I love you too.”
Dean leans on his forearms kissing her nice and slow as he finally slides out of her. He sits back on his heels and reaches down to get rid of the condom he's wearing. “Ah fuck!”
“What's wrong?” Lexi ask as she sits up leaning back on her elbows.
“The condom broke.”