Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 28/?
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.*
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Chapter 28: Sex Type Thing
*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! Gifs made by me.
“I am a man, a man. I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget. I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress. I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress. I know you want what's on my mind. I know you like what's on my mind. I know it eats you up inside. I know, you know, you know, you know.”
Dean followed Lexi out of the bedroom and to the front door. He leaned against the wall watching her gathering her things for school. “Hey, we're still meeting at Kerry's later?” He questioned her as he helped her adjust her messenger bag.
“Yeah. I should be there around 4:30.”
“Ok, sounds like a plan.” Dean said quietly before kissing her goodbye.
Once she was out the door, he turned to his father who was still sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. “Are you hungry? We can go down the block and get some breakfast.”
“Sure, I can eat.”
The Old Coffee Pot Restaurant
714 Saint Peter's St
New Orleans
The minute Dean walked through the green french doors, Miss Ella was up and ushering him into the dining room. She placed two menus on his and Lexi's usual corner table in front of the glass french doors. “Mornin' Sugar. Where's Miss Lexi?”
“She had class.”
“Ah, I see. You caught you a good one. Smart and pretty. How'd you managed that?”
Dean looked at Miss Ella, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk, “I got lucky.”
“Yes you did. Who's this, Dean?”
“My dad, John. Dad, this is Miss Ella.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Ella.” John said with a smile. “So, tell me what's good here?”
“Everything, Darlin'.” She drawled. “If you have an appetite like your boy here, I'd recommend starting with the Callas cakes with pecans and Sis' Soul Food omelet.”
John gave a little nod of his head as he considered her recommendation. “That sounds good I'll take it with a black coffee.”
“Grits or hash browns?” She questioned.
“Hash browns.”
“I'll have the same thing.” Dean stated as he closed his menu.
“Are you telling me,” She asked Dean with a raised eyebrow, “you can't share those Callas cakes with your daddy?”
“I'm hungry.” He protested.
“Boy, you always hungry. You getting one order of Callas cakes. Always asking me for more than you can eat.”
John watched Miss Ella walk away with a bemused look on his face. It wasn't often that someone could render his eldest son speechless, John couldn't help but enjoy the moment. He cleared his throat to get Dean's attention before saying lightly, “So, you come here a lot I take it.”
“Yeah, me and Lex eat here at least twice a week.”
“I see. Carved out a nice little life for yourself already.”
Dean ignored his father's last statement. He was tiring of his 'I just came here to see my son.' act. Dean wasn't buying it. He knew there was no way his father drove all this way just for his birthday. He hasn't cared about his birthday for years. He had a reason to be here which probably was not a good thing. Dean eyed his father over the rim of his coffee mug as he stated bluntly. “Why don't you tell me why you're really here dad. And don't give me some cock and bull line 'bout it being my birthday.”
“I found out some new information on the demon.”
“Oh...”
“He was back in Lawrence on June 15, 1984. Can you guess why?”
“He killed someone else?”
“Yeah, a woman named Megan Connors. She died in a nursery fire like your mom.”
John studied Dean closely to gauge his reaction. He was curious to see if he recognized the name. His son didn't even flinch which left only two conclusions. One, Lexi didn't tell him her birth mother's name or two, she didn't even know herself that she was adopted. John was going with the latter. He would bet dollars to donuts that she wouldn't hide something like that from Dean.
“What's so important about this woman's death?”
“She had a daughter that disappeared the night of the fire.”
“What do you mean by that?” Dean asked his curiosity peeked.
“That by the time the fire department and the police showed up the baby was gone. Only body they ever found was Megan's. No one knows what happened to her daughter.”
“And you think the demon has her?”
“No. I think hunters got her. Megan Connors was a hunter. Her and her brother were hunting the demon.”
“You know this how?”
“Bobby helped me do some digging.”
“Okay but how is this important to us?”
“Because Dean,” John sighed, exasperated. “1983 was not the first time this demon killed people. I found the same kind of deaths in 1983 - 1984, 1993 - 1994. There's a pattern. We're going to start seeing the same nursery fires in 2003 - 2004. I'd bet my life on it. He's getting ready to resurface and we need to be prepared. You need to leave New Orleans. You can't stay in one place.”
“I'm not leaving. Doesn't matter where I am, if it wants to hunt me down it will. It's not like we have anything to kill it with.”
“I'm working on that.”
Kerry Irish Pub
331 Decatur St
New Orleans
Dean sat at the bar with one eye on the door and the other on the pool table. He was waiting on Lexi to get here. She was supposed to be here a half hour ago. Well one thing was for sure, she already has a doctor's sense of time down. She was constantly late and always making people wait on her. He turned his attention back to the pool table. A bunch of Frat boys were playing twenty bucks a game. Sure, twenty bucks a pop wasn't much money but Dean was positive he could make bank on these college boys. None of them were that good, not even the one that won the last two games. Didn't matter though, he'd build up there confidence and then get them to raise the stakes. He might even let Lexi help him with the con if she ever got her ass here. He probably shouldn't be thinking of hustling on his birthday. Especially in a bar this crowded and one he frequented. He knew better than that but Dean could use the scratch. Besides these Frat boys were easy pickings, like low hanging fruit.
When Lexi finally walked through the door she did not disappoint. She was dressed to kill in a pair of tight black pants, blue corset top and black heels. She was just the distraction he needed for this con. She joined him at the bar pressing a quick kiss hello to his lips. “Happy birthday. Sorry I'm late.”
“You're worth the wait.” He smirked.
“Oh really?” Lexi questioned him her eyes lit up with mischief. She spun around moving her hips in time to the music teasing him. “You like what you see, Dean?”
“Always. You look smoking hot, baby girl.”
“Thanks. You're not half bad yourself.”
Dean grinned around his glass then waved down the bartender and ordered another round from himself and a beer for Lexi. “So,” he stated once the bartender walked away, “you in the mood to help me hustle some pool?”
Lexi glanced over to the pool table then back to Dean. “You wanna hustle the J Crew boys?”
“That's the plan. You in?”
“Hell, I'm always in. What do you need me to do?”
“See the guy in the yellow shirt. I need you to distract him. He's keeping his buddy there in check.”
“How do you want me to distract him exactly?”
“Go dance and do your thing. You are very distracting.” Dean smiled. “Trust me, I know.”
“You got it.”
Dean waited at the bar biding his time for the current game to finish up. Once he heard Brent, the douche, call out, 'Who's next? Come on, twenty bucks a game.' Dean mussed up his hair, grabbed his drink and sauntered over to the pool table with Lexi hot on his heels. He swayed slightly as he slurred, “Hey, I'll play ya.”
“What? Seriously?” Brent asked him not bothering to hide the smirk on his face.
The yellow shirt guy, who's name turned out to be Parker, shook his head while laughing, “The guy's wasted. Easy pickings, Brent.”
“No, no, no, no. I'm...not wasted. I'm fine, dude.” Dean smiled as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket. “I'm good to go. See, good to go...”
“No, you're drunk, baby.” Lexi said as she tugged on Dean's arm. “Let's just get outta here.”
“I ain't drunk.” He protested.
“Yeah, you are. You're gonna loose all your money...again.”
“Don't tell me what to do!”
“You're an asshole.” She hissed before turning on her heel and heading for the dance floor.
Dean pulled a twenty from his wallet and threw it on the table. He looked up gesturing with his beer bottle, “We playing or not college boy?”
“Dude, you're girlfriend...”
“She don't tell me what to do. Let's play.”
“Ok, man, if you're sure.”
“I'm sure.”
He made certain to loose the first two games spectacularly while keeping an eye on Brent's friend Parker. Right before the third game Dean caught Lexi’s eye. She gave him a slight nod and turned her attention to Parker. It wasn't difficult to get him away from the pool table. Lexi smiled at him then bit down on her bottom lip as she gestured to him to join her on the dance floor. Dean grinned around the top of his beer bottle, eyes tracking Parker's retreating form. He turned to Brent, playing the dumb drunk once more and slurred, “Okay, all right. Again?”
“Yeah, sure.” Brent eyed Dean a slow smile spreading over his face, “How about we up the stakes? Say one hundred dollars?”
“Make it three hundred.” Dean stated throwing his money on the table. “Whatta say, Brent?” Brent looked towards his remaining friends who just shrugged. Dean could see the doubt in the kid's eyes but there was no way he was about to lose this pay off. He cocked his eyebrow leaning forward on his pool cue. “C'mon man, we gonna play or are you all talk?”
Brent tossed his three hundred on the table nodding. Dean's whole demeanor changed once the three hundred hit the table. His look turned predatory, he appeared to instantly sober up. He took off his jacket right before he stated, “Rack 'em.”
Brent and his buddies look on in disbelief as Dean sinks shot after shot flawlessly. He looks at Brent and grins indicating which pocket the eight ball is going in to. “That one.”
“You hustled me.”
“Yeah, well, you're pretty slow on the up take college boy.” Dean shrugs and smiles. He then grabs his jacket, the money and gestures to Lexi to come join him. He throws his arm around her waist and winks. “Thanks, fellas.”
Dean smiles from ear to ear as the two of them make the short walk to The Old Coffee Pot Restaurant for a late dinner. They meet Jackie there and a few other people Dean's become friendly with. When he's not paying attention, Lexi pulls Miss Ella aside letting her know it's his birthday. She clears the plates and a few minutes later comes back with the entire waitstaff singing 'Happy Birthday.' She places a slice of pecan pie with a birthday candle in it in front of Dean. He stares at it for a second or two in shock. He dips his head down, hand rubbing the back of his neck while Lexi whispers, 'Blow out the candle, make a wish, baby.' He does just that, then looks up smiling. He presses a quick kiss to her lips, the dire warnings his father gave him this morning a distant memory.
He finishes his pie, says good night to everyone and heads back to the apartment with Lexi. When they get there, she tells him she has a surprise for him and makes him wait in the living room. He raises his eyebrow but does as she asks. Lexi comes out a few minutes later wearing a red and black satin corset. It was strapless with laces up the back and garters. His eyes roamed over her body taking it all in. She was wearing matching panties with black thigh highs and heels. He swallowed thickly before asking, “What's all this for?”
“It's your birthday.” She smiled walking towards him. She straddled his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders. “You said something about birthday sex and me possibly dressing up for you this morning. So, I went and got this for you.”
“OH. This is my birthday present then?”
“Part of it...”
Without saying another word Dean grabs Lexi firmly around the hips and stands up forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carries her the short distance from the living room to their bedroom kissing her the whole way. He lays her down on the bed pausing to take his amulet off and drops it onto the night stand. Dean presses his weight against Lexi so that she's pinned between him and the mattress while running his tongue along the shell of her ear. He puffs out a breath saying huskily, “I'm gonna fuck you while you're wearing these thigh highs.”
“Whatever, you want baby...”
Mardi Gras
02/12/2002
Dean was suddenly awoken by the extra weight that was now on his chest. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and groaned. “Lex, what are you doing baby?”
“Waking you up.”
His eyes darted to the alarm clock then back to Lexi. “It's five am...” He whined.
“I'm aware. It's Fat Tuesday, we got things to do. Besides,” she whispered as she moved her hips against his, “I didn't think you'd complain so much about having a naked girl on top of you.”
“I'd never complain about that.” He smirked before rolling them over. He grabbed her legs pulling them up against his sides saying with a wicked grin. “If you want sex baby girl all you gotta do is ask.”
Lexi pulled him closer running her fingertips up his back and neck then into his short hair. She placed kisses along his neck and jawline as she made her way to his ear. She nipped at the sensitive flesh there before moving her mouth back to his ear. “I want you to fuck me.” Lexi whispered lasciviously in his ear while her lips brushed against his ear lobe.
Dean lifted his head and stared down at her with wide eyes. He swallowed hard then asked. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” she said pressing her hips into his. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”
He leaned down to kiss her saying against her mouth, “What did I do to deserve you?”
“You just got lucky.” she said looking at him with a teasing smile.
“Yeah, I did.” Dean kissed her again pulling a way to rest his forehead against hers. “God, I love you, Lexi Brennan.”
“Good,” She whispered, “I love you too.”
Jackie rolled her eyes when Dean entered the kitchen that morning. He poured himself a cup of coffee as he hummed to himself before joining Jackie at the table.
“Oh Jesus, you got laid.”
“How do you know that? Were you listening to us?” Dean asked while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Ew no! You got that shit eating 'I just got laid' smile on your face.”
“Oh.” He said with a wider grin. “I hit the fucking lottery with Lexi, man.”
“That's cuz you're both nymphos.”
“No we're not. I gotta admit tho, I get more sex from her now than I ever did before.”
“Well, duh.” Jackie stated with a roll of her eyes, “That's cuz she doesn't live at home anymore and you're living together.”
“We don't live together. I don't live here.” Dean protested.
“The fuck you don't Dean.”
“I crash here.”
“Uh, huh is that what you tell yourself?” Dean pulled a face but didn't give an answer. Jackie studied him with an arched eyebrow before saying, “I don't get what the big deal is about you admitting you live here with your girlfriend. You're obviously happy and in love with her. You know what your problem is Dean?”
“Oh, well I guess you're gonna tell me.”
“You're stunted.”
“I am not!”
“Yeah, you are. You're emotionally stunted.”
Dean rolled his eyes deciding to ignore Jackie and instead called to Lexi to hurry up. If they wanted a good spot on the parade route they were going to have to leave soon. Finally, at seven o'clock the three of them made their way to the corner of Royal and Canal Street to watch the parades. They were lucky enough to get a spot right up front. Dean had Lexi stand against the barricade so he could stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist protectively before kissing the side of her head.
Dean couldn't believe how many people were crowded into the streets. There was an energy in the air. One that felt like the spirit of this city. It was infectious and for the first time he really understood why New Orleans was special.
Mardi Gras was not what he expected it to be. It wasn't the way Hollywood portrayed it. Sure, there were drunk frat boys running around but mostly it was families lining the streets with little kids shouting, 'Throw me somethin' Mister!' The floats were colorful and amazing. He was in awe. He felt like a little kid with the first pair of beads he caught. He smiled from ear to ear and immediately draped them around his neck. After the initial catch, it became a competition between him, Lexi and Jackie on who could catch the beads. Dean added the stipulation that neither of them could flash the Krewe members for beads.
By that afternoon they all had the same amount of beads and decided skip the rest of the parades and go bar hop. They started at Kerry Irish Pub on Decatur and made their way down Bourbon Street. They hit the Cat's Meow first where they parted ways with Jackie. She ran into a few coworkers and decided to stay for the hand grenades and bad karaoke. After that it was to the Funky Pirate and Lafitte's Blacksmith shop before calling it a night.
The two of them make the one block walk home laughing and holding each other up as they stumbled down Bourbon Street. Dean looks down at Lexi smiling before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. This has been one of the best days of his life and not because of all the drinking. Well, part of it was because of the drinking. But it was really because he got to be a normal person celebrating a holiday. He got to be just Dean. His father was right, he has carved out a nice little life here in New Orleans. He was gonna fight to keep it.
His thoughts were interrupted when they reached their apartment door. Lexi had herself wrapped around him while kissing and biting his neck. It was taking all his concentration to keep from dropping the key. Once he got the door open, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and began tugging at his shirt. She clutched his t-shirt and pressed herself as close to him as she possibly could. Dean groaned and began backing her towards the bedroom. Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like seconds later they were both naked and Dean's rolling over towards his nightstand to grab a condom. He's a little more drunk than he thought and rolls right off the bed. He crashes to the hard wood floor, his chin catching the corner of his nightstand.
“Ohmigod Dean!”
“I'm fine Lex.” He says sitting up and rubbing his face.
“No you're not, you're bleeding everywhere.” Lexi jumped off the bed grabbing a towel hanging on the closet door and pressed it to his chin. “Here, hold this just like that. Keep pressure on it while I go get my kit.”
She came back seconds later with a bag full of medical supplies and began to pull out what she would need. She filled a syringe while Dean eyed her wearily. “What's that for?”
“It's a local. You won't feel a thing while I stitch you up.”
“Where'd you get that from?”
“Same place I got all these other supplies. I lifted it from the college infirmary.”
“That's my girl!” He smirked.
Lexi pulls the towel away then gently cleans the jagged cut on his chin. “Dean, this looks nasty. Maybe we should go to the hospital...”
“No, I ain't going to the hospital. You can stitch it up.” Dean stated firmly.
“But, it's bad. I mean, if I do it, it's probably gonna leave a scar.”
“That's alright. It ain't my first scar and it ain't gonna be my last scar either.”
“Ok, but I warned you...”
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: Sex Type Thing
*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! Gifs made by me.
“I am a man, a man. I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget. I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress. I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress. I know you want what's on my mind. I know you like what's on my mind. I know it eats you up inside. I know, you know, you know, you know.”
Dean followed Lexi out of the bedroom and to the front door. He leaned against the wall watching her gathering her things for school. “Hey, we're still meeting at Kerry's later?” He questioned her as he helped her adjust her messenger bag.
“Yeah. I should be there around 4:30.”
“Ok, sounds like a plan.” Dean said quietly before kissing her goodbye.
Once she was out the door, he turned to his father who was still sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. “Are you hungry? We can go down the block and get some breakfast.”
“Sure, I can eat.”
The Old Coffee Pot Restaurant
714 Saint Peter's St
New Orleans
The minute Dean walked through the green french doors, Miss Ella was up and ushering him into the dining room. She placed two menus on his and Lexi's usual corner table in front of the glass french doors. “Mornin' Sugar. Where's Miss Lexi?”
“She had class.”
“Ah, I see. You caught you a good one. Smart and pretty. How'd you managed that?”
Dean looked at Miss Ella, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk, “I got lucky.”
“Yes you did. Who's this, Dean?”
“My dad, John. Dad, this is Miss Ella.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Ella.” John said with a smile. “So, tell me what's good here?”
“Everything, Darlin'.” She drawled. “If you have an appetite like your boy here, I'd recommend starting with the Callas cakes with pecans and Sis' Soul Food omelet.”
John gave a little nod of his head as he considered her recommendation. “That sounds good I'll take it with a black coffee.”
“Grits or hash browns?” She questioned.
“Hash browns.”
“I'll have the same thing.” Dean stated as he closed his menu.
“Are you telling me,” She asked Dean with a raised eyebrow, “you can't share those Callas cakes with your daddy?”
“I'm hungry.” He protested.
“Boy, you always hungry. You getting one order of Callas cakes. Always asking me for more than you can eat.”
John watched Miss Ella walk away with a bemused look on his face. It wasn't often that someone could render his eldest son speechless, John couldn't help but enjoy the moment. He cleared his throat to get Dean's attention before saying lightly, “So, you come here a lot I take it.”
“Yeah, me and Lex eat here at least twice a week.”
“I see. Carved out a nice little life for yourself already.”
Dean ignored his father's last statement. He was tiring of his 'I just came here to see my son.' act. Dean wasn't buying it. He knew there was no way his father drove all this way just for his birthday. He hasn't cared about his birthday for years. He had a reason to be here which probably was not a good thing. Dean eyed his father over the rim of his coffee mug as he stated bluntly. “Why don't you tell me why you're really here dad. And don't give me some cock and bull line 'bout it being my birthday.”
“I found out some new information on the demon.”
“Oh...”
“He was back in Lawrence on June 15, 1984. Can you guess why?”
“He killed someone else?”
“Yeah, a woman named Megan Connors. She died in a nursery fire like your mom.”
John studied Dean closely to gauge his reaction. He was curious to see if he recognized the name. His son didn't even flinch which left only two conclusions. One, Lexi didn't tell him her birth mother's name or two, she didn't even know herself that she was adopted. John was going with the latter. He would bet dollars to donuts that she wouldn't hide something like that from Dean.
“What's so important about this woman's death?”
“She had a daughter that disappeared the night of the fire.”
“What do you mean by that?” Dean asked his curiosity peeked.
“That by the time the fire department and the police showed up the baby was gone. Only body they ever found was Megan's. No one knows what happened to her daughter.”
“And you think the demon has her?”
“No. I think hunters got her. Megan Connors was a hunter. Her and her brother were hunting the demon.”
“You know this how?”
“Bobby helped me do some digging.”
“Okay but how is this important to us?”
“Because Dean,” John sighed, exasperated. “1983 was not the first time this demon killed people. I found the same kind of deaths in 1983 - 1984, 1993 - 1994. There's a pattern. We're going to start seeing the same nursery fires in 2003 - 2004. I'd bet my life on it. He's getting ready to resurface and we need to be prepared. You need to leave New Orleans. You can't stay in one place.”
“I'm not leaving. Doesn't matter where I am, if it wants to hunt me down it will. It's not like we have anything to kill it with.”
“I'm working on that.”
Kerry Irish Pub
331 Decatur St
New Orleans
Dean sat at the bar with one eye on the door and the other on the pool table. He was waiting on Lexi to get here. She was supposed to be here a half hour ago. Well one thing was for sure, she already has a doctor's sense of time down. She was constantly late and always making people wait on her. He turned his attention back to the pool table. A bunch of Frat boys were playing twenty bucks a game. Sure, twenty bucks a pop wasn't much money but Dean was positive he could make bank on these college boys. None of them were that good, not even the one that won the last two games. Didn't matter though, he'd build up there confidence and then get them to raise the stakes. He might even let Lexi help him with the con if she ever got her ass here. He probably shouldn't be thinking of hustling on his birthday. Especially in a bar this crowded and one he frequented. He knew better than that but Dean could use the scratch. Besides these Frat boys were easy pickings, like low hanging fruit.
When Lexi finally walked through the door she did not disappoint. She was dressed to kill in a pair of tight black pants, blue corset top and black heels. She was just the distraction he needed for this con. She joined him at the bar pressing a quick kiss hello to his lips. “Happy birthday. Sorry I'm late.”
“You're worth the wait.” He smirked.
“Oh really?” Lexi questioned him her eyes lit up with mischief. She spun around moving her hips in time to the music teasing him. “You like what you see, Dean?”
“Always. You look smoking hot, baby girl.”
“Thanks. You're not half bad yourself.”
Dean grinned around his glass then waved down the bartender and ordered another round from himself and a beer for Lexi. “So,” he stated once the bartender walked away, “you in the mood to help me hustle some pool?”
Lexi glanced over to the pool table then back to Dean. “You wanna hustle the J Crew boys?”
“That's the plan. You in?”
“Hell, I'm always in. What do you need me to do?”
“See the guy in the yellow shirt. I need you to distract him. He's keeping his buddy there in check.”
“How do you want me to distract him exactly?”
“Go dance and do your thing. You are very distracting.” Dean smiled. “Trust me, I know.”
“You got it.”
Dean waited at the bar biding his time for the current game to finish up. Once he heard Brent, the douche, call out, 'Who's next? Come on, twenty bucks a game.' Dean mussed up his hair, grabbed his drink and sauntered over to the pool table with Lexi hot on his heels. He swayed slightly as he slurred, “Hey, I'll play ya.”
“What? Seriously?” Brent asked him not bothering to hide the smirk on his face.
The yellow shirt guy, who's name turned out to be Parker, shook his head while laughing, “The guy's wasted. Easy pickings, Brent.”
“No, no, no, no. I'm...not wasted. I'm fine, dude.” Dean smiled as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket. “I'm good to go. See, good to go...”
“No, you're drunk, baby.” Lexi said as she tugged on Dean's arm. “Let's just get outta here.”
“I ain't drunk.” He protested.
“Yeah, you are. You're gonna loose all your money...again.”
“Don't tell me what to do!”
“You're an asshole.” She hissed before turning on her heel and heading for the dance floor.
Dean pulled a twenty from his wallet and threw it on the table. He looked up gesturing with his beer bottle, “We playing or not college boy?”
“Dude, you're girlfriend...”
“She don't tell me what to do. Let's play.”
“Ok, man, if you're sure.”
“I'm sure.”
He made certain to loose the first two games spectacularly while keeping an eye on Brent's friend Parker. Right before the third game Dean caught Lexi’s eye. She gave him a slight nod and turned her attention to Parker. It wasn't difficult to get him away from the pool table. Lexi smiled at him then bit down on her bottom lip as she gestured to him to join her on the dance floor. Dean grinned around the top of his beer bottle, eyes tracking Parker's retreating form. He turned to Brent, playing the dumb drunk once more and slurred, “Okay, all right. Again?”
“Yeah, sure.” Brent eyed Dean a slow smile spreading over his face, “How about we up the stakes? Say one hundred dollars?”
“Make it three hundred.” Dean stated throwing his money on the table. “Whatta say, Brent?” Brent looked towards his remaining friends who just shrugged. Dean could see the doubt in the kid's eyes but there was no way he was about to lose this pay off. He cocked his eyebrow leaning forward on his pool cue. “C'mon man, we gonna play or are you all talk?”
Brent tossed his three hundred on the table nodding. Dean's whole demeanor changed once the three hundred hit the table. His look turned predatory, he appeared to instantly sober up. He took off his jacket right before he stated, “Rack 'em.”
Brent and his buddies look on in disbelief as Dean sinks shot after shot flawlessly. He looks at Brent and grins indicating which pocket the eight ball is going in to. “That one.”
“You hustled me.”
“Yeah, well, you're pretty slow on the up take college boy.” Dean shrugs and smiles. He then grabs his jacket, the money and gestures to Lexi to come join him. He throws his arm around her waist and winks. “Thanks, fellas.”
Dean smiles from ear to ear as the two of them make the short walk to The Old Coffee Pot Restaurant for a late dinner. They meet Jackie there and a few other people Dean's become friendly with. When he's not paying attention, Lexi pulls Miss Ella aside letting her know it's his birthday. She clears the plates and a few minutes later comes back with the entire waitstaff singing 'Happy Birthday.' She places a slice of pecan pie with a birthday candle in it in front of Dean. He stares at it for a second or two in shock. He dips his head down, hand rubbing the back of his neck while Lexi whispers, 'Blow out the candle, make a wish, baby.' He does just that, then looks up smiling. He presses a quick kiss to her lips, the dire warnings his father gave him this morning a distant memory.
He finishes his pie, says good night to everyone and heads back to the apartment with Lexi. When they get there, she tells him she has a surprise for him and makes him wait in the living room. He raises his eyebrow but does as she asks. Lexi comes out a few minutes later wearing a red and black satin corset. It was strapless with laces up the back and garters. His eyes roamed over her body taking it all in. She was wearing matching panties with black thigh highs and heels. He swallowed thickly before asking, “What's all this for?”
“It's your birthday.” She smiled walking towards him. She straddled his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders. “You said something about birthday sex and me possibly dressing up for you this morning. So, I went and got this for you.”
“OH. This is my birthday present then?”
“Part of it...”
Without saying another word Dean grabs Lexi firmly around the hips and stands up forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carries her the short distance from the living room to their bedroom kissing her the whole way. He lays her down on the bed pausing to take his amulet off and drops it onto the night stand. Dean presses his weight against Lexi so that she's pinned between him and the mattress while running his tongue along the shell of her ear. He puffs out a breath saying huskily, “I'm gonna fuck you while you're wearing these thigh highs.”
“Whatever, you want baby...”
Mardi Gras
02/12/2002
Dean was suddenly awoken by the extra weight that was now on his chest. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and groaned. “Lex, what are you doing baby?”
“Waking you up.”
His eyes darted to the alarm clock then back to Lexi. “It's five am...” He whined.
“I'm aware. It's Fat Tuesday, we got things to do. Besides,” she whispered as she moved her hips against his, “I didn't think you'd complain so much about having a naked girl on top of you.”
“I'd never complain about that.” He smirked before rolling them over. He grabbed her legs pulling them up against his sides saying with a wicked grin. “If you want sex baby girl all you gotta do is ask.”
Lexi pulled him closer running her fingertips up his back and neck then into his short hair. She placed kisses along his neck and jawline as she made her way to his ear. She nipped at the sensitive flesh there before moving her mouth back to his ear. “I want you to fuck me.” Lexi whispered lasciviously in his ear while her lips brushed against his ear lobe.
Dean lifted his head and stared down at her with wide eyes. He swallowed hard then asked. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” she said pressing her hips into his. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”
He leaned down to kiss her saying against her mouth, “What did I do to deserve you?”
“You just got lucky.” she said looking at him with a teasing smile.
“Yeah, I did.” Dean kissed her again pulling a way to rest his forehead against hers. “God, I love you, Lexi Brennan.”
“Good,” She whispered, “I love you too.”
Jackie rolled her eyes when Dean entered the kitchen that morning. He poured himself a cup of coffee as he hummed to himself before joining Jackie at the table.
“Oh Jesus, you got laid.”
“How do you know that? Were you listening to us?” Dean asked while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Ew no! You got that shit eating 'I just got laid' smile on your face.”
“Oh.” He said with a wider grin. “I hit the fucking lottery with Lexi, man.”
“That's cuz you're both nymphos.”
“No we're not. I gotta admit tho, I get more sex from her now than I ever did before.”
“Well, duh.” Jackie stated with a roll of her eyes, “That's cuz she doesn't live at home anymore and you're living together.”
“We don't live together. I don't live here.” Dean protested.
“The fuck you don't Dean.”
“I crash here.”
“Uh, huh is that what you tell yourself?” Dean pulled a face but didn't give an answer. Jackie studied him with an arched eyebrow before saying, “I don't get what the big deal is about you admitting you live here with your girlfriend. You're obviously happy and in love with her. You know what your problem is Dean?”
“Oh, well I guess you're gonna tell me.”
“You're stunted.”
“I am not!”
“Yeah, you are. You're emotionally stunted.”
Dean rolled his eyes deciding to ignore Jackie and instead called to Lexi to hurry up. If they wanted a good spot on the parade route they were going to have to leave soon. Finally, at seven o'clock the three of them made their way to the corner of Royal and Canal Street to watch the parades. They were lucky enough to get a spot right up front. Dean had Lexi stand against the barricade so he could stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist protectively before kissing the side of her head.
Dean couldn't believe how many people were crowded into the streets. There was an energy in the air. One that felt like the spirit of this city. It was infectious and for the first time he really understood why New Orleans was special.
Mardi Gras was not what he expected it to be. It wasn't the way Hollywood portrayed it. Sure, there were drunk frat boys running around but mostly it was families lining the streets with little kids shouting, 'Throw me somethin' Mister!' The floats were colorful and amazing. He was in awe. He felt like a little kid with the first pair of beads he caught. He smiled from ear to ear and immediately draped them around his neck. After the initial catch, it became a competition between him, Lexi and Jackie on who could catch the beads. Dean added the stipulation that neither of them could flash the Krewe members for beads.
By that afternoon they all had the same amount of beads and decided skip the rest of the parades and go bar hop. They started at Kerry Irish Pub on Decatur and made their way down Bourbon Street. They hit the Cat's Meow first where they parted ways with Jackie. She ran into a few coworkers and decided to stay for the hand grenades and bad karaoke. After that it was to the Funky Pirate and Lafitte's Blacksmith shop before calling it a night.
The two of them make the one block walk home laughing and holding each other up as they stumbled down Bourbon Street. Dean looks down at Lexi smiling before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. This has been one of the best days of his life and not because of all the drinking. Well, part of it was because of the drinking. But it was really because he got to be a normal person celebrating a holiday. He got to be just Dean. His father was right, he has carved out a nice little life here in New Orleans. He was gonna fight to keep it.
His thoughts were interrupted when they reached their apartment door. Lexi had herself wrapped around him while kissing and biting his neck. It was taking all his concentration to keep from dropping the key. Once he got the door open, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and began tugging at his shirt. She clutched his t-shirt and pressed herself as close to him as she possibly could. Dean groaned and began backing her towards the bedroom. Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like seconds later they were both naked and Dean's rolling over towards his nightstand to grab a condom. He's a little more drunk than he thought and rolls right off the bed. He crashes to the hard wood floor, his chin catching the corner of his nightstand.
“Ohmigod Dean!”
“I'm fine Lex.” He says sitting up and rubbing his face.
“No you're not, you're bleeding everywhere.” Lexi jumped off the bed grabbing a towel hanging on the closet door and pressed it to his chin. “Here, hold this just like that. Keep pressure on it while I go get my kit.”
She came back seconds later with a bag full of medical supplies and began to pull out what she would need. She filled a syringe while Dean eyed her wearily. “What's that for?”
“It's a local. You won't feel a thing while I stitch you up.”
“Where'd you get that from?”
“Same place I got all these other supplies. I lifted it from the college infirmary.”
“That's my girl!” He smirked.
Lexi pulls the towel away then gently cleans the jagged cut on his chin. “Dean, this looks nasty. Maybe we should go to the hospital...”
“No, I ain't going to the hospital. You can stitch it up.” Dean stated firmly.
“But, it's bad. I mean, if I do it, it's probably gonna leave a scar.”
“That's alright. It ain't my first scar and it ain't gonna be my last scar either.”
“Ok, but I warned you...”