Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 30/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29
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Chapter 30: Say you love me
*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! Sorry it took me so long to update but I've rewrote this chapter about four times.
“''Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down and there's not another living soul around, then you woo me until the sun comes up. And you say that you love me.”
New Orleans
March 13, 2002
Dean enters the apartment as quietly as he can then drops his duffel by the door. The apartment is dark and silent. The only light is coming from the french doors that faced St. Peter Street. Dean walks over to the french doors checking that the salt line is still intact and then checks the salt line across the kitchen window. When he's satisfied that none of the lines have been broken, he makes his way to the bathroom in the dark.
Once inside the room he gropes for the switch then flicks the light on. He blinks, the sudden brightness of the room blinding him momentarily. Dean looks in the mirror grimacing. He's covered in dirt, blood and grime, his muscles tired and aching. Dean toes of his boots then turns the shower on letting the water warm up as he strips off the rest of his clothing. He drops them in a pile on the tile floor before checking the gash on his shoulder. It's shallow but still bleeding freely. He'll take care of it after his shower. Dean figures it could've been a hell of a lot worse. Trudging through the bayou after a revenant by himself probably wasn't the best idea but he's still here to tell the tale.
Dean steps out of the shower, wipes the mist off the mirror then checks the cut on his shoulder. It isn't as bad as he first thought. It's just a scratch really. He applies antibiotic cream and bandages himself up. By now he's wide awake. He goes into the bedroom as quietly as he can so not to wake Lexi. He makes his way over to his dresser to grab a t-shirt and boxers cringing when the floor boards creak. Once dressed, he goes back out to the living room and sits on the couch to watch TV. Dean's already twenty minutes into some b horror flick when Lexi comes in the living room.
“Dean.” She says quietly from the archway.
“Yeah, baby doll?”
“Why didn't you wake me?”
He shrugs slightly and turns his gaze to her, “Figured you were tired.”
“Oh.” Lexi replies before making her way across the room. She stands in front of him wearing one of his flannels her eyes filled with worry. “I tried to wait up for you but...”
“It's fine Lex. I didn't expect you to wait up for me.” Dean grins as he looks up at her. He leans forward, hands clutching her hips while pulling her between his knees. “You're wearing my shirt...”
“I...um...was worried and it smelled like you...” she trails off, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.
“You look so damn sexy in my shirt ya know that.” Dean says low and husky. After a hunt Dean is always hungry and horny, tonight is no exception. He pulls the fabric up slowly as he presses open mouth kisses to her stomach. Lexi sighs and runs her fingers through his hair, his lips against her skin making her shiver. Dean nuzzles his face against her stomach mumbling, “You smell so fucking good...”
He moves his hands off her hips and pulls her left leg over his right and does the same with her other leg so that she's now straddling his lap. Lexi drapes her arms loosely around his shoulders before Dean presses his lips to hers. His kiss is soft, yet firm. Lexi moans into the kiss. Her hand slipping behind his neck, the other sliding up into his short hair as she lets herself get lost in his kiss. When he pulls away he has that adorable little smirk on his face that Lexi loves so much. She knows that smirk well. It usually means Dean's up to something and Lexi has a pretty good idea what that might be.
He runs his hands up her sides, eyes locking on to hers. Dean never breaks eye contact while he slowly unbuttons the flannel she's wearing. He pushes the shirt off her shoulders and plants soft kisses along her collar bone. Dean closes his eyes and drags his lips down to the top of her breasts. Her skin is so soft and at the moment all he wants to do is forget about the revenant he put down tonight and sink into her.
He moves his hands down to her chest, his palms rubbing slow circles over her nipples before leaning forward to flick his tongue over each one. She moans softly, arching her back to give him better access. Dean can't help smirking at her. He knows exactly where to touch and where to kiss to get her to come undone. He's in no rush though. Tonight Dean's gonna take his time and to do that he needs to stretch out on their bed. He presses another kiss to her lips before he grips her hips and gets to his feet.
“Dean,” Lexi shrieks, “what are you doing?”
Dean smirks at her as he crosses the living room, “What does it look like I'm doing, Lex? I'm taking my girl to bed.”
Lexi wraps her legs around his waist kissing and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth while he makes his way to their bedroom. He kicks the door open, crosses the room and then lays her down on the bed. Dean's on top of her in an instant, his mouth moving over hers. He sits up, takes a breath hesitating for a moment. He wants to take his time but things are heating up a little too fast. Lexi sits up and clutches the hem of his t-shirt. She moves the fabric up slowly pressing kisses to his abs and chest before tossing the shirt on the floor. Dean gently pushes her back to the mattress and leans over her pausing to take his amulet off and then drops it onto the night stand.
The kissing starts again nice and slow. Lexi hooks a leg around Dean's waist, her hands tugging his boxer briefs down. She pushes her hips against his whispering, “I want you inside me...”
Dean stares down at her as he licks his bottom lip. He wants nothing more than to sink into her. He hooks his fingers into the sides of her panties pulling them down and off her legs. He then presses his weight against Lexi so that she's now pinned between him and the mattress. He drags his lips along her jaw and makes his way to her ear. Dean puffs out a hot breath then mumbles, “I want you so fucking bad, Lexi.”
Lexi's tight against him moving her hips, her mouth nipping at his throat. Dean groans then curses her under his breath. He can't get enough of her, he needs to taste and touch all of her. Dean's pretty certain if she keeps grinding against him like this he's gonna pop like a warm bottle of champagne before he's even inside her.
Dean sits back on his heels, skims his hands down her sides then leans down, his face inches from hers. He kisses her slow and deep moving down her throat to her collar bone before running his tongue down to the top of her breasts. He bites and licks at the soft flesh then turns his attention to her nipples.
He slides his tongue in a broad swipe over her right nipple causing Lexi to whimper. She bites down on her bottom lip her hand sliding into his short hair as Dean takes the nipple into his mouth. Dean snakes his right hand between her legs, his fingers moving quickly to find her clit. She moans feeling hot all over as she clutches at the sheets beneath her.
Lexi closes her eyes taking a deep breath. Her skin is hot and sensitive. She feels like she's being pulled from all sides while Dean runs his hands and mouth over her body. She shouldn't be so turned on by just his touch but she is. It feels like his hands and mouth are every where. They travel over her body, tracing her curves; his mouth leaving a trail of open mouth kisses over the valleys and plains of her skin.
Dean suddenly sits up pulling Lexi from the mattress into his lap with a smug grin. They stare at each other for a beat and then the smugness is gone from Dean's eyes. His hands move up to cup her face, the look in his eyes now soft and tender. She's seen that look before and it always makes her breath catch. Tonight is no different but for a split second she sees images of their future. The images of her and Dean flash before her eyes too quickly for her to recall them all. She shakes her head in confusion, she's not quiet sure what just happened. Dean rubs her cheek as he stares at her with concern, “Lex, you alright?”
“Yeah. I'm fine.”
“You sure?” He asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Hmm mmm. I'm sure.” She smiles at him draping her arms around his neck. “I'm gonna marry you someday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup. I'm gonna be Mrs. Dean Winchester.”
“I kinda like the sound of that.” Dean says with a smirk as he laces his fingers through hers.
He leans forward slightly brushing his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves the feel of her lips against his, loves the way their mouths mold together. Dean nips at her full bottom lip to coax her to part her lips for him. He slips his tongue inside tasting her slowly before sliding his hands into her hair. He pulls away pressing his forehead to hers. “Hold that thought. I'm gonna grab a condom.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No.” Lexi says quietly. “I wanna know what it feels like without one. I wanna feel YOU.”
“Lexi...”
“Don't Lexi me. I've never been with anyone but you. And you haven't slept with anyone but me in the two years we've been dating.”
“Yeah but you could get knocked up.”
“I've been on the pill for two years and I can still get knocked up if you use a condom.”
“You sure about this Lex?” She nods and grinds down on him. Dean growls low in his throat then whispers, “Fuck Lex, you little minx.”
Dean rotates his hips slightly nudging her opening causing Lexi to moan. He clutches her hips lifting her off his lap and then guides her down onto his cock. Her movements are slow and tentative as she begins moving her hips to find a rhythm.
She pushes against Dean's chest coaxing him on to his back. He lies down slowly, his hands resting on her hips. Lexi dips her head down leaving kisses from his abs to his neck. She nips at his throat and chin as she grinds down on his dick.
“Fuck, Lexi.” Dean groans, his fingers digging into her skin.
Lexi sits up leaving her hands on Dean's chest while she slides up and down his dick. A simple roll of her hips and Dean's biting down on his lip trying to stifle his moan. He leans his head back against the pillow closing his eyes. His hands are restless, sliding over her skin to trace her curves as she moves on top of him.
Dean looses track of time, the only thing he's aware of is Lexi's movements above him. A sudden swivel of her hips and he opens his eyes to find Lexi staring down at him. She bites down on her bottom lip sliding herself deliberately down his dick until he's buried completely inside her.
He has that gentle look in his eyes again, the one that makes her heart clench. Their eyes lock onto each others while Dean sits back up. He rests his hands on her hips thrusting upwards. Lexi gasps then slides a hand to the back of his neck, her fingers slipping up into his short hair. Dean grins at her then presses his mouth to hers tasting her slowly. He breaks the kiss burying his face against her chest as her fingers dig into his shoulders.
Dean thrusts up into her on every down stroke causing Lexi to gasp loudly. She arches her back, nails digging into his shoulders and picks up the pace. Dean pants against her chest with every thrust. His breath hot against her skin as they move together. The sounds she's pulling from him drive her crazy. He rolls his hips faster, slipping his hand between them to rock against her clit. Lexi closes her eyes and whimpers while trying not to loose her rhythm. Dean knows she's close, he can feel her legs starting to tremble. She's so close. Lexi can feel the tension building and building. Dean picks up the pace slapping her ass with his right hand making her yelp from the shock of it.
A few moments later and she's screaming his name. Her walls clench tight all around his dick causing Dean to moan her name. His hips loose rhythm from the feeling of her muscles contracting all around him. He bites down on his lip closing his eyes as his hips stutter. Two more hard thrusts into her and he's done.
Lexi rolls onto her back gazing at the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. She feels the mattress dip with Dean's weight as he joins her. He pulls the sheet over them, then rolls onto his side. Dean looks at her with such a gentleness in his eyes that it makes her breath catch. Lexi reaches up laying her hand on his cheek. He leans into her touch, rubs his cheek against her hand and then places a kiss to her wrist.
Dean pulls her close nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He wishes he could tell her how much she means to him. He wishes he had the words to tell her how much he loves her and that he would do anything to keep her safe. Dean knows he would take out anyone; man, monster or demon that meant her harm with out a second thought. He should've never brought her into his nightmare but it was too late for that. All he could do now was make sure that she was safe.
Dean props up on his elbow then brushes his lips to hers. He pulls away suddenly then settles down with his head resting on her chest. He closes his eyes as Lexi runs her fingers through his hair. The sensation of her fingers in his hair and the steady rhythm of her heart lulling him to sleep but not before he mumbles, “I love you, Lexi.”
March 14, 2002
Dean hears the sound of the garbage trucks as early morning light streams through the open french doors that lead off their bedroom to a wrought iron balcony. They had once again fallen asleep without closing the doors. He really needs to remember to do that he tells himself. Dean rubs his eyes with the back of his hand before glancing at the alarm clock. He groans then feels Lexi shift against him. He turns to look at her smiling when he sees she's awake.
“Hey.” She whispers before pressing her lips lightly to his cheek.
“Hey yourself.” Dean replies his voice rough with sleep. “We need to get a move on if we're gonna go target practicing.”
“No.” Lexi states firmly as she rolls on top of him. She straddles his waist, her right hand sliding between them to wrap around his dick. She rubs her thumb over the head of his cock before she begins to stroke him. “Let's just stay in bed.”
Dean takes in a shaky breath then says, “You can't fuck your way out of everything Lex.”
She grins at him moving her fingers along his shaft quickly. “It's worked with you so far.”
He curses her under his breath placing his hand over hers to still her movements. “I can't believe I'm saying this but not today baby doll. Get dressed we got target practice.”
An hour later, Lexi watches wearily as Dean sets up the targets. She doesn't like guns, never has but Dean wouldn't take no for an answer. The past few weeks he's been obsessing over keeping her safe. He's been saying that she needs to be able to protect herself from the things he hunts. That's how she ended up here in the middle of Bumfuck, Louisiana.
Dean loads the shot gun and hands it to Lexi. She raises it while taking aim. She's well aware of Dean's eyes on her and takes a deep breath. She misses the first target by underestimating the recoil on the sawed off. She doesn't make that mistake again. Lexi raises the gun again, adjusts her stance and takes another deep breath. This time, she bulls eyed the other five targets with ease. Lexi smiles to herself then turns to look at Dean. He's standing directly behind her with his mouth hanging open. “How the hell...”
“I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen. My dad taught me to shoot years ago.”
“But you said you hated guns.”
“I don't hate them per say,” Lexi replies turning on the safety. “I said I don't care for them.”
“You're just splitting hairs.”
“Whatever.” She says with a roll of her eyes.
Dean studies her for a beat before asking, “Why'd your dad take you shooting?”
“Did you forget he was in the Marines for over thirty years? He made sure his little girl could wield a shot gun or any gun for that matter. Guess he wanted me to be able to protect myself from guys like you.”
“Like me?” Dean questions trying hard not to smirk.
“Hmm mmm.” Lexi nods with a grin. “Ya know bad boys with muscle cars that wear leather jackets.”
“That's very specific Lex.”
“I have a very specific type...”
Dean chuckles then takes the shot gun out of her hands. He places it on the hood of the car then grabs a .45. He holds it out to Lexi sighing when she pulls a face. “Come on Lex, humor me.”
“Fine but if I hit them all we're done here.”
“Ok.”
“You promise? That includes no further trips to the bayou for me too shoot targets.”
“If you hit them all then yeah no more target practice.” Dean agrees with a nod of his head.
Once he sets up the targets, Lexi raises the gun in her hand taking a deep breath. The weight in her hands is familiar reminding her of hours spent with her father in shooting galleries. She takes another steadying breath and begins shooting. She hits every target with ease causing Dean to smile ear to ear. He knows he shouldn't be proud of her, he isn't training her to be a hunter. He's training her so she will be able to defend herself but despite everything he's proud. Dean takes the .45 from her hand and clicks the safety on. He leans down pressing a kiss to her temple then whispers, “You did good, Baby.”
Stanford
Sam sat in the library his American Legal History text book and notes opened in front of him. The words on the pages before him were blurred. He couldn't focus, his mind kept wandering. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He needed to concentrate. His mid term was tomorrow and he had to pass it. Trouble was his mind kept wandering to spring break and the prospect of seeing Jackie again.
Jackie had been in his head since he had returned from winter break. Sam couldn't get her out of his head. They talked, texted or emailed each other almost everyday and even that was not enough for him. Sam shook his head and looked back down at his notes. He tapped his pen against his note book telling himself to focus. He couldn't afford to lose his scholarship over a girl a hardly knew.
“Hey Sam.”
Sam lifted his eyes from his notes o find his room mate taking the seat across from him, “Hey Brady.”
“What are you cramming for?” Brady questioned.
“American Legal History. You?”
“Principles of Inorganic Chemistry.”
Sam pulled a face grimacing at the thought. “That sounds horrible.”
“Trust me it is.”
He smiled despite himself then closed his books. It was now obvious to Sam that he wasn't going to get any studying done. He figured if he didn't know the material by now he wasn't going to know it by cramming it. He stood and stretched before slipping his text book and notes into his bag.
“Where are you going?” Brady asked not bothering hiding his surprise.
“Back to the dorm to pack for spring break.”
“Seriously? You're not even try to study.”
“No,” Sam shook his head, “I'm done. Brady even if I fail the mid term I can still pass the class.”
Brady eyed him suspiciously, “You're not even worried?”
“Nope. Life's too short to worry about every little detail. I'm ready to have some fun.”
“Ok. Who are you and what have you done to my friend?”
Sam laughed as he slung his bag over his shoulder feeling much like his older brother. “I'll see you back in the room.”
Once Sam got back to his dorm he pulled his duffel out of the closet and began packing. It didn't take him very long, maybe fifteen minutes top. He was used to having to pack quickly. If Sam had a nickel for every time his father told him to be packed and ready to go in five, well, Sam would be a wealthy guy. Before he zipped up his bag he double checked that he had everything packed except for the things he needed for the ext two days. He then turned the television on and called Jackie to give her his flight info.
“Hello.”
“Dean?”
“Hey Sammy. What's going on?”
“Is Jackie there?”
“Nah. She's at work and Lexi's at school taking her last mid term. You wanna leave her a message or something?”
Sam listened closely to the noises in the background. He could've sworn he heard moaning. “Dean are you watching porn?”
“No.” His older brother replied a little too quickly.
Suddenly all of the background noise on Dean's end disappeared. All Sam could hear now was his brother's breathing. “Yes you are.”
“Yeah ok I am.” Dean chuckled.
“Dean! I can't believe you answered the phone while you're watching...”
“Ah give me a break Sammy. Ain't like I'm sitting here beating off as I'm talking to you.”
“I can't believe you.”
“What? The girls aren't here and there's nothing on t.v. I got bored.”
“Whatever. Let Jackie know that my plane will be in on the eighteenth at 1 p.m.”
“You're flying?” Dean questioned as he jotted down the info.
“Uh, yeah. Aren't you?”
“No. Me and Lex are driving. We're leaving first thing in the morning. Jackie's flying out Sunday afternoon.”
“Seriously? Why are you driving?”
“I can't go on a road trip?” Dean snapped.
Sam shook his head and laughed, “I think we've both been on enough road trips, Dean. But whatever, I'll see you on Monday.”
March 15, 2002
Jackie sat on the curb watching as Dean and Lexi packed the Impala. She smiled at the prospect of having the apartment to herself for two whole days. Dean glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised at the grin on her face. “What are you smiling about?”
“Not having to listen to you two go at it for two days.”
“You can always come with us instead of flying.” Dean smirked.
“And be in a car with you for OVER twenty four hours. NO thank you.” Jackie snorted.
Lexi placed her last bag in the trunk then turned to look at her friend. “It won't be so bad.” She said with a shrug. “Besides I'm making him stop at the first In N Out Burger we come to.”
“What's In N Out Burger?” Dean questioned.
“You've never had In N Out Burger?” Both girls asked simultaneously.
Lexi and Jackie looked at each other then back to Dean. Neither girl could believe that he's never been there given how much he loves cheese burgers. Jackie got up from the curb and stared at Dean in disbelief. “Dude, it's only the BEST burger place ever!”
Lexi nodded her head in agreement, “It really is. OH! Jackie animal style!”
“OMG Yeah! You totally have to get it animal style.”
Dean glanced at the two of them his curiosity peaked. “What the hell is animal style?”
“It's lettuce, tomato, grilled onions, mustard, pickles and extra spread.” Lexi exclaimed excitedly, “And it's awesome. AND you can get it on fries too with cheese.”
“We're stopping at the first one see.” Dean said with a grin as he closed the Impala's trunk. “C'mon Lex, let's hit the road.”
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29
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Chapter 30: Say you love me
*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! Sorry it took me so long to update but I've rewrote this chapter about four times.
“''Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down and there's not another living soul around, then you woo me until the sun comes up. And you say that you love me.”
New Orleans
March 13, 2002
Dean enters the apartment as quietly as he can then drops his duffel by the door. The apartment is dark and silent. The only light is coming from the french doors that faced St. Peter Street. Dean walks over to the french doors checking that the salt line is still intact and then checks the salt line across the kitchen window. When he's satisfied that none of the lines have been broken, he makes his way to the bathroom in the dark.
Once inside the room he gropes for the switch then flicks the light on. He blinks, the sudden brightness of the room blinding him momentarily. Dean looks in the mirror grimacing. He's covered in dirt, blood and grime, his muscles tired and aching. Dean toes of his boots then turns the shower on letting the water warm up as he strips off the rest of his clothing. He drops them in a pile on the tile floor before checking the gash on his shoulder. It's shallow but still bleeding freely. He'll take care of it after his shower. Dean figures it could've been a hell of a lot worse. Trudging through the bayou after a revenant by himself probably wasn't the best idea but he's still here to tell the tale.
Dean steps out of the shower, wipes the mist off the mirror then checks the cut on his shoulder. It isn't as bad as he first thought. It's just a scratch really. He applies antibiotic cream and bandages himself up. By now he's wide awake. He goes into the bedroom as quietly as he can so not to wake Lexi. He makes his way over to his dresser to grab a t-shirt and boxers cringing when the floor boards creak. Once dressed, he goes back out to the living room and sits on the couch to watch TV. Dean's already twenty minutes into some b horror flick when Lexi comes in the living room.
“Dean.” She says quietly from the archway.
“Yeah, baby doll?”
“Why didn't you wake me?”
He shrugs slightly and turns his gaze to her, “Figured you were tired.”
“Oh.” Lexi replies before making her way across the room. She stands in front of him wearing one of his flannels her eyes filled with worry. “I tried to wait up for you but...”
“It's fine Lex. I didn't expect you to wait up for me.” Dean grins as he looks up at her. He leans forward, hands clutching her hips while pulling her between his knees. “You're wearing my shirt...”
“I...um...was worried and it smelled like you...” she trails off, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.
“You look so damn sexy in my shirt ya know that.” Dean says low and husky. After a hunt Dean is always hungry and horny, tonight is no exception. He pulls the fabric up slowly as he presses open mouth kisses to her stomach. Lexi sighs and runs her fingers through his hair, his lips against her skin making her shiver. Dean nuzzles his face against her stomach mumbling, “You smell so fucking good...”
He moves his hands off her hips and pulls her left leg over his right and does the same with her other leg so that she's now straddling his lap. Lexi drapes her arms loosely around his shoulders before Dean presses his lips to hers. His kiss is soft, yet firm. Lexi moans into the kiss. Her hand slipping behind his neck, the other sliding up into his short hair as she lets herself get lost in his kiss. When he pulls away he has that adorable little smirk on his face that Lexi loves so much. She knows that smirk well. It usually means Dean's up to something and Lexi has a pretty good idea what that might be.
He runs his hands up her sides, eyes locking on to hers. Dean never breaks eye contact while he slowly unbuttons the flannel she's wearing. He pushes the shirt off her shoulders and plants soft kisses along her collar bone. Dean closes his eyes and drags his lips down to the top of her breasts. Her skin is so soft and at the moment all he wants to do is forget about the revenant he put down tonight and sink into her.
He moves his hands down to her chest, his palms rubbing slow circles over her nipples before leaning forward to flick his tongue over each one. She moans softly, arching her back to give him better access. Dean can't help smirking at her. He knows exactly where to touch and where to kiss to get her to come undone. He's in no rush though. Tonight Dean's gonna take his time and to do that he needs to stretch out on their bed. He presses another kiss to her lips before he grips her hips and gets to his feet.
“Dean,” Lexi shrieks, “what are you doing?”
Dean smirks at her as he crosses the living room, “What does it look like I'm doing, Lex? I'm taking my girl to bed.”
Lexi wraps her legs around his waist kissing and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth while he makes his way to their bedroom. He kicks the door open, crosses the room and then lays her down on the bed. Dean's on top of her in an instant, his mouth moving over hers. He sits up, takes a breath hesitating for a moment. He wants to take his time but things are heating up a little too fast. Lexi sits up and clutches the hem of his t-shirt. She moves the fabric up slowly pressing kisses to his abs and chest before tossing the shirt on the floor. Dean gently pushes her back to the mattress and leans over her pausing to take his amulet off and then drops it onto the night stand.
The kissing starts again nice and slow. Lexi hooks a leg around Dean's waist, her hands tugging his boxer briefs down. She pushes her hips against his whispering, “I want you inside me...”
Dean stares down at her as he licks his bottom lip. He wants nothing more than to sink into her. He hooks his fingers into the sides of her panties pulling them down and off her legs. He then presses his weight against Lexi so that she's now pinned between him and the mattress. He drags his lips along her jaw and makes his way to her ear. Dean puffs out a hot breath then mumbles, “I want you so fucking bad, Lexi.”
Lexi's tight against him moving her hips, her mouth nipping at his throat. Dean groans then curses her under his breath. He can't get enough of her, he needs to taste and touch all of her. Dean's pretty certain if she keeps grinding against him like this he's gonna pop like a warm bottle of champagne before he's even inside her.
Dean sits back on his heels, skims his hands down her sides then leans down, his face inches from hers. He kisses her slow and deep moving down her throat to her collar bone before running his tongue down to the top of her breasts. He bites and licks at the soft flesh then turns his attention to her nipples.
He slides his tongue in a broad swipe over her right nipple causing Lexi to whimper. She bites down on her bottom lip her hand sliding into his short hair as Dean takes the nipple into his mouth. Dean snakes his right hand between her legs, his fingers moving quickly to find her clit. She moans feeling hot all over as she clutches at the sheets beneath her.
Lexi closes her eyes taking a deep breath. Her skin is hot and sensitive. She feels like she's being pulled from all sides while Dean runs his hands and mouth over her body. She shouldn't be so turned on by just his touch but she is. It feels like his hands and mouth are every where. They travel over her body, tracing her curves; his mouth leaving a trail of open mouth kisses over the valleys and plains of her skin.
Dean suddenly sits up pulling Lexi from the mattress into his lap with a smug grin. They stare at each other for a beat and then the smugness is gone from Dean's eyes. His hands move up to cup her face, the look in his eyes now soft and tender. She's seen that look before and it always makes her breath catch. Tonight is no different but for a split second she sees images of their future. The images of her and Dean flash before her eyes too quickly for her to recall them all. She shakes her head in confusion, she's not quiet sure what just happened. Dean rubs her cheek as he stares at her with concern, “Lex, you alright?”
“Yeah. I'm fine.”
“You sure?” He asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Hmm mmm. I'm sure.” She smiles at him draping her arms around his neck. “I'm gonna marry you someday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup. I'm gonna be Mrs. Dean Winchester.”
“I kinda like the sound of that.” Dean says with a smirk as he laces his fingers through hers.
He leans forward slightly brushing his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves the feel of her lips against his, loves the way their mouths mold together. Dean nips at her full bottom lip to coax her to part her lips for him. He slips his tongue inside tasting her slowly before sliding his hands into her hair. He pulls away pressing his forehead to hers. “Hold that thought. I'm gonna grab a condom.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No.” Lexi says quietly. “I wanna know what it feels like without one. I wanna feel YOU.”
“Lexi...”
“Don't Lexi me. I've never been with anyone but you. And you haven't slept with anyone but me in the two years we've been dating.”
“Yeah but you could get knocked up.”
“I've been on the pill for two years and I can still get knocked up if you use a condom.”
“You sure about this Lex?” She nods and grinds down on him. Dean growls low in his throat then whispers, “Fuck Lex, you little minx.”
Dean rotates his hips slightly nudging her opening causing Lexi to moan. He clutches her hips lifting her off his lap and then guides her down onto his cock. Her movements are slow and tentative as she begins moving her hips to find a rhythm.
She pushes against Dean's chest coaxing him on to his back. He lies down slowly, his hands resting on her hips. Lexi dips her head down leaving kisses from his abs to his neck. She nips at his throat and chin as she grinds down on his dick.
“Fuck, Lexi.” Dean groans, his fingers digging into her skin.
Lexi sits up leaving her hands on Dean's chest while she slides up and down his dick. A simple roll of her hips and Dean's biting down on his lip trying to stifle his moan. He leans his head back against the pillow closing his eyes. His hands are restless, sliding over her skin to trace her curves as she moves on top of him.
Dean looses track of time, the only thing he's aware of is Lexi's movements above him. A sudden swivel of her hips and he opens his eyes to find Lexi staring down at him. She bites down on her bottom lip sliding herself deliberately down his dick until he's buried completely inside her.
He has that gentle look in his eyes again, the one that makes her heart clench. Their eyes lock onto each others while Dean sits back up. He rests his hands on her hips thrusting upwards. Lexi gasps then slides a hand to the back of his neck, her fingers slipping up into his short hair. Dean grins at her then presses his mouth to hers tasting her slowly. He breaks the kiss burying his face against her chest as her fingers dig into his shoulders.
Dean thrusts up into her on every down stroke causing Lexi to gasp loudly. She arches her back, nails digging into his shoulders and picks up the pace. Dean pants against her chest with every thrust. His breath hot against her skin as they move together. The sounds she's pulling from him drive her crazy. He rolls his hips faster, slipping his hand between them to rock against her clit. Lexi closes her eyes and whimpers while trying not to loose her rhythm. Dean knows she's close, he can feel her legs starting to tremble. She's so close. Lexi can feel the tension building and building. Dean picks up the pace slapping her ass with his right hand making her yelp from the shock of it.
A few moments later and she's screaming his name. Her walls clench tight all around his dick causing Dean to moan her name. His hips loose rhythm from the feeling of her muscles contracting all around him. He bites down on his lip closing his eyes as his hips stutter. Two more hard thrusts into her and he's done.
Lexi rolls onto her back gazing at the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. She feels the mattress dip with Dean's weight as he joins her. He pulls the sheet over them, then rolls onto his side. Dean looks at her with such a gentleness in his eyes that it makes her breath catch. Lexi reaches up laying her hand on his cheek. He leans into her touch, rubs his cheek against her hand and then places a kiss to her wrist.
Dean pulls her close nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He wishes he could tell her how much she means to him. He wishes he had the words to tell her how much he loves her and that he would do anything to keep her safe. Dean knows he would take out anyone; man, monster or demon that meant her harm with out a second thought. He should've never brought her into his nightmare but it was too late for that. All he could do now was make sure that she was safe.
Dean props up on his elbow then brushes his lips to hers. He pulls away suddenly then settles down with his head resting on her chest. He closes his eyes as Lexi runs her fingers through his hair. The sensation of her fingers in his hair and the steady rhythm of her heart lulling him to sleep but not before he mumbles, “I love you, Lexi.”
March 14, 2002
Dean hears the sound of the garbage trucks as early morning light streams through the open french doors that lead off their bedroom to a wrought iron balcony. They had once again fallen asleep without closing the doors. He really needs to remember to do that he tells himself. Dean rubs his eyes with the back of his hand before glancing at the alarm clock. He groans then feels Lexi shift against him. He turns to look at her smiling when he sees she's awake.
“Hey.” She whispers before pressing her lips lightly to his cheek.
“Hey yourself.” Dean replies his voice rough with sleep. “We need to get a move on if we're gonna go target practicing.”
“No.” Lexi states firmly as she rolls on top of him. She straddles his waist, her right hand sliding between them to wrap around his dick. She rubs her thumb over the head of his cock before she begins to stroke him. “Let's just stay in bed.”
Dean takes in a shaky breath then says, “You can't fuck your way out of everything Lex.”
She grins at him moving her fingers along his shaft quickly. “It's worked with you so far.”
He curses her under his breath placing his hand over hers to still her movements. “I can't believe I'm saying this but not today baby doll. Get dressed we got target practice.”
An hour later, Lexi watches wearily as Dean sets up the targets. She doesn't like guns, never has but Dean wouldn't take no for an answer. The past few weeks he's been obsessing over keeping her safe. He's been saying that she needs to be able to protect herself from the things he hunts. That's how she ended up here in the middle of Bumfuck, Louisiana.
Dean loads the shot gun and hands it to Lexi. She raises it while taking aim. She's well aware of Dean's eyes on her and takes a deep breath. She misses the first target by underestimating the recoil on the sawed off. She doesn't make that mistake again. Lexi raises the gun again, adjusts her stance and takes another deep breath. This time, she bulls eyed the other five targets with ease. Lexi smiles to herself then turns to look at Dean. He's standing directly behind her with his mouth hanging open. “How the hell...”
“I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen. My dad taught me to shoot years ago.”
“But you said you hated guns.”
“I don't hate them per say,” Lexi replies turning on the safety. “I said I don't care for them.”
“You're just splitting hairs.”
“Whatever.” She says with a roll of her eyes.
Dean studies her for a beat before asking, “Why'd your dad take you shooting?”
“Did you forget he was in the Marines for over thirty years? He made sure his little girl could wield a shot gun or any gun for that matter. Guess he wanted me to be able to protect myself from guys like you.”
“Like me?” Dean questions trying hard not to smirk.
“Hmm mmm.” Lexi nods with a grin. “Ya know bad boys with muscle cars that wear leather jackets.”
“That's very specific Lex.”
“I have a very specific type...”
Dean chuckles then takes the shot gun out of her hands. He places it on the hood of the car then grabs a .45. He holds it out to Lexi sighing when she pulls a face. “Come on Lex, humor me.”
“Fine but if I hit them all we're done here.”
“Ok.”
“You promise? That includes no further trips to the bayou for me too shoot targets.”
“If you hit them all then yeah no more target practice.” Dean agrees with a nod of his head.
Once he sets up the targets, Lexi raises the gun in her hand taking a deep breath. The weight in her hands is familiar reminding her of hours spent with her father in shooting galleries. She takes another steadying breath and begins shooting. She hits every target with ease causing Dean to smile ear to ear. He knows he shouldn't be proud of her, he isn't training her to be a hunter. He's training her so she will be able to defend herself but despite everything he's proud. Dean takes the .45 from her hand and clicks the safety on. He leans down pressing a kiss to her temple then whispers, “You did good, Baby.”
Stanford
Sam sat in the library his American Legal History text book and notes opened in front of him. The words on the pages before him were blurred. He couldn't focus, his mind kept wandering. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He needed to concentrate. His mid term was tomorrow and he had to pass it. Trouble was his mind kept wandering to spring break and the prospect of seeing Jackie again.
Jackie had been in his head since he had returned from winter break. Sam couldn't get her out of his head. They talked, texted or emailed each other almost everyday and even that was not enough for him. Sam shook his head and looked back down at his notes. He tapped his pen against his note book telling himself to focus. He couldn't afford to lose his scholarship over a girl a hardly knew.
“Hey Sam.”
Sam lifted his eyes from his notes o find his room mate taking the seat across from him, “Hey Brady.”
“What are you cramming for?” Brady questioned.
“American Legal History. You?”
“Principles of Inorganic Chemistry.”
Sam pulled a face grimacing at the thought. “That sounds horrible.”
“Trust me it is.”
He smiled despite himself then closed his books. It was now obvious to Sam that he wasn't going to get any studying done. He figured if he didn't know the material by now he wasn't going to know it by cramming it. He stood and stretched before slipping his text book and notes into his bag.
“Where are you going?” Brady asked not bothering hiding his surprise.
“Back to the dorm to pack for spring break.”
“Seriously? You're not even try to study.”
“No,” Sam shook his head, “I'm done. Brady even if I fail the mid term I can still pass the class.”
Brady eyed him suspiciously, “You're not even worried?”
“Nope. Life's too short to worry about every little detail. I'm ready to have some fun.”
“Ok. Who are you and what have you done to my friend?”
Sam laughed as he slung his bag over his shoulder feeling much like his older brother. “I'll see you back in the room.”
Once Sam got back to his dorm he pulled his duffel out of the closet and began packing. It didn't take him very long, maybe fifteen minutes top. He was used to having to pack quickly. If Sam had a nickel for every time his father told him to be packed and ready to go in five, well, Sam would be a wealthy guy. Before he zipped up his bag he double checked that he had everything packed except for the things he needed for the ext two days. He then turned the television on and called Jackie to give her his flight info.
“Hello.”
“Dean?”
“Hey Sammy. What's going on?”
“Is Jackie there?”
“Nah. She's at work and Lexi's at school taking her last mid term. You wanna leave her a message or something?”
Sam listened closely to the noises in the background. He could've sworn he heard moaning. “Dean are you watching porn?”
“No.” His older brother replied a little too quickly.
Suddenly all of the background noise on Dean's end disappeared. All Sam could hear now was his brother's breathing. “Yes you are.”
“Yeah ok I am.” Dean chuckled.
“Dean! I can't believe you answered the phone while you're watching...”
“Ah give me a break Sammy. Ain't like I'm sitting here beating off as I'm talking to you.”
“I can't believe you.”
“What? The girls aren't here and there's nothing on t.v. I got bored.”
“Whatever. Let Jackie know that my plane will be in on the eighteenth at 1 p.m.”
“You're flying?” Dean questioned as he jotted down the info.
“Uh, yeah. Aren't you?”
“No. Me and Lex are driving. We're leaving first thing in the morning. Jackie's flying out Sunday afternoon.”
“Seriously? Why are you driving?”
“I can't go on a road trip?” Dean snapped.
Sam shook his head and laughed, “I think we've both been on enough road trips, Dean. But whatever, I'll see you on Monday.”
March 15, 2002
Jackie sat on the curb watching as Dean and Lexi packed the Impala. She smiled at the prospect of having the apartment to herself for two whole days. Dean glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised at the grin on her face. “What are you smiling about?”
“Not having to listen to you two go at it for two days.”
“You can always come with us instead of flying.” Dean smirked.
“And be in a car with you for OVER twenty four hours. NO thank you.” Jackie snorted.
Lexi placed her last bag in the trunk then turned to look at her friend. “It won't be so bad.” She said with a shrug. “Besides I'm making him stop at the first In N Out Burger we come to.”
“What's In N Out Burger?” Dean questioned.
“You've never had In N Out Burger?” Both girls asked simultaneously.
Lexi and Jackie looked at each other then back to Dean. Neither girl could believe that he's never been there given how much he loves cheese burgers. Jackie got up from the curb and stared at Dean in disbelief. “Dude, it's only the BEST burger place ever!”
Lexi nodded her head in agreement, “It really is. OH! Jackie animal style!”
“OMG Yeah! You totally have to get it animal style.”
Dean glanced at the two of them his curiosity peaked. “What the hell is animal style?”
“It's lettuce, tomato, grilled onions, mustard, pickles and extra spread.” Lexi exclaimed excitedly, “And it's awesome. AND you can get it on fries too with cheese.”
“We're stopping at the first one see.” Dean said with a grin as he closed the Impala's trunk. “C'mon Lex, let's hit the road.”