A Legend In My Time Ch 5/?
A Legend In My Time
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! Bobby and Dean gifs by Supernutjapan.~*
Dean’s mind is still racing over what happened in the barn three days ago. He can’t believe what he saw. No, it’s that he doesn’t want to. Angels are not real. They couldn’t be real, because if they were, then he shouldn’t have a job. Angels should be the ones helping and saving people not him. He’s just some guy that married way above his pay grade, has a give ‘em hell attitude and a G.E.D. Not the makings of a hero in his opinion.
Pacing the room, he raises a hopeful eyebrow at Bobby, sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him.
"Well, then tell me. What else could it be?” Lexi asks from the floor where she is keeping Jake entertained with some blocks.
“Look, all I know is, Castiel isn’t an angel.”
“Okay, look Dean.” Lexi says in the voice she uses when she’s trying to reason with Jake. “Why do you think Castiel would lie to you about it?”
“Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie.” Dean stops pacing, then points at Lexi. “And don’t use that tone with me. I ain’t two.”
Lexi stands up, her face set and determined, and crosses her arms. “Fine, I won’t use THAT tone. But seriously Dean, a demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps. Give me a break. You know as well as I do - no demon is immune to a devil’s trap.”
Dean looks down at his wife, his eyebrows drawn together out of annoyance, then asks, “Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?”
“Yeah. Sweetie, you just did.”
“Lex, I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me.”
Lexi can’t stop the frustrated sigh or the eye roll as she points out, “Dean, we have a theory.”
“Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please.”
“Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we…”
“Okay, okay. That's the point, Lex. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!” Dean snaps.
“And why not? After EVERYTHING you’ve seen, how can you say that angels don’t exist?”
“Because they can’t exist! And why are you so quick to believe that they do? You’re a doctor. Aren’t you supposed to worship science or some shit?”
“I believe because I know there’s something bigger than us. Being a doctor, I’ve felt it. I’ve been in rooms with patients when they’ve passed and I don’t know how to explain it. But when it happens, something else is there. A presence.”
“Yeah, Lexi, that’s a reaper.” Dean snaps.
“No, Dean, it’s something more…”
Bobby looks up from his stack of books and shakes his head. “You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?”
Dean and Lexi both walk over to Bobby’s desk, huff at each other over his head, then lean over the desk to look at the books, sighing loudly in unison.
“I got stacks of lore.” Bobby states, ignoring their sighs and huffs. “Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can smite demons.”
“What else?” Dean asks.
“What else, what?”
Dean rolls his eyes as he asks, “What else can they do?”
“I dunno, Boy.” Bobby snaps. “Does it look like I went through all this lore yet?”
“Dean, this is good news.” Lexi says, her face lighting up.
“How?”
“Because, for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap or about me or Jake. I mean, maybe Castiel is one of the good guys here to help, you know?”
“Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?” Dean scoffs.
Bobby raises an eyebrow at Dean as he replies, “At this point, Vegas money's on yeah.”
“I don't know…”
Lexi moves in front of Dean and rests her hands on his forearms as she looks up at him. “Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof.”
“Proof?”
“Yes.”
“Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it.”
“Why not?” Lexi asks.
“Because, why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?”
“Dean…”
“I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and all the fucked up shit I’ve done. But why do I deserve to be singled out? I'm just a regular guy. There ain’t nothing special about me.”
“That’s not true, Sweetie. And apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs.”
“Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by...God.”
“Okay, well, too bad Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.” Lexi replies with a smirk.
“Fine.” Dean says as he throws up his hands. “What do we know about angels?”
Bobby picks up a pile of thick, heavy looking books and puts them in front of Dean. “Start reading.”
Dean looks at the pile of books for a moment, then turns towards his wife. “You're gonna go get me some pie,” he says, then grabs a book from the top of the pile. “Pecan.”
She rolls her eyes and sighs, “I’m not gonna find pecan here. I’ll just make you one.”
Dean looks at her, his face lighting up. “Homemade pie! Even better.”
“Guess I’m going to the store then.” Lexi sighs. “You want anything else?”
*~*~*
Lexi pulls the Impala into a parking space and then turns down the radio just as her phone begins to ring. “Hey Babe, what’s wrong? Oh, you want chips. Okay, anything else? Beer, uh huh. Anything else? Dean, when have I ever forgotten the pie? Exactly.” Lexi says into her phone while she gets out of the car. She turns to go into the store and sees Sam staring at her. “I’ve got to go, Dean. What? Well, if the car gets a scratch on her it’s your fault cuz you sent me to the store. Yeah, okay. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”
Lexi walks over to Sam, unscrewing the cap of her flask as she does. She stops in front of him and says, “Christo.”
“Lexi, it’s me.” Sam says just as the holy water hits his face. He spits out the Holy water and sighs.
“It’s really you?”
“Yes. It’s me.”
“No, you were dead. We checked your pulse, there wasn’t one.”
“I dunno what happened. All I know is that I woke up with part of the ceiling on top of me. I had a broken arm and a broken leg. The grounds keeper found me and called an ambulance.”
“Why didn’t you call Dean?”
“I was ashamed. I tried to kill you and Dean. I stole Jake. How do I apologize…”
“Does Jackie know you’re alive?”
Sam shoves his hands in his pockets and nods.
“So, that’s why she left us in Illinois.”
“Yeah. So, is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“That the thing you and Dean were hunting in Illinois was an angel.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Demons. They’re taking off.”
“Yeah, we’re not positive but I think it was.”
“Okay. Bye, Lexi.” Sam says and then starts walking away.
Lexi grabs his arm. “Sam, where are you going? What about Dean?”
“Don’t tell him anything. Don’t tell him you’ve seen me, not yet.”
Later that day
Dean pulls Bobby aside not long after Lexi returns from the store. Something is off with her. He noticed it as soon as she walked in. Dean isn’t sure whether it’s the case or Jake’s making her frazzled. Either way, he knows it would be better if he got Jake out of the house to give her a break.
He walks over to the kitchen after helping Bobby with Jake’s car seat. Bobby´s taking Jake into town to the diner for lunch and then to the park. It's bittersweet seeing his son go off with Bobby. It reminds him of one of the best memories from his own fucked up childhood, throwing around a baseball with Bobby in the same park he was taking Jake to.
He stands leaning against the archway to the kitchen for a moment, his arms crossed, watching Lexi clean up the breakfast dishes. He’s grateful to see her doing something as mundane as washing dishes given a year ago, she couldn’t even do that. She just sat on the couch, not speaking, not eating. He was sure that despite him binding her powers that he was gonna loose her. Here they are a year later and Lexi is pretty much back to normal except she’s haunted by nightmares. But, Dean can handle that. He’s going to help her through it because he’s not gonna loose someone else he loves.
Despite his worry, it wasn’t his only motivation to get Jake out of the house. The kid’s been a major cock block the past couple of days. It seems to Dean that the moment he starts touching Lexi, Jake is screaming bloody murder for her. He needs to get laid.
His eyes sweep over his wife, enjoying the way her jeans hug her ass and hips. Almost two years later and Lexi still hasn’t lost the last ten pounds of baby weight. She constantly complains about it but Dean loves it. He loves the extra weight on her, loves that she’s soft and curvy like she was when they first got together.
He can't help but smile as he watches her move back and forth between the sink and counter. His eyes tracking her movements as she stretches up to the cabinets and bends down to open drawers, giving him a peek at some skin and the tattoo on her lower back. Dean licks his lips while thinking of all the things he wants to do to her right now.
Walking over to her, he rests his hand on the small of her back and kisses her temple.
She smiles up at him and says quietly, “Hey.”
“Hey. You feeling okay babe?”
“Hmm hmm. Why do you ask?”
Dean turns, leans back against the counter and shrugs. “I dunno. You just been quiet since you got back from the store. Plus, there’s the whole bun in the oven thing.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You sure?”
“Hmm mmm.”
“Okay, but let me help. You wash, Lex and I'll dry.”
The crooked smile on his lips makes her forget for a moment about angels and Sam being very much alive. She can pretend for a minute that they're only visiting Bobby and that trouble isn’t about to crash down on them again. She nods and hands Dean the dish she just washed to dry.
When the last dish is dried, Dean turns to Lexi and asks, “You want help with the pie?”
“Can I trust you with the pie?”
Dean swats her ass, hard.
Lexi turns to him, wags her finger at his nose and warns, “Hey! Don’t start something you can’t finish Dean.”
“Yeah, yeah you know I can finish it and ya know I can cook better than you. But, we need some music,” he replies, and turns on the radio.
Lexi rolls her eyes and goes back to the dishes. “Fine, you can help but no funny…” Lexi’s words falter as Dean presses up against her, wraps his arms around her and nips at her neck.
Lexi attempts to ignore her husband while his hands slide up under her tank top and run over her stomach, then steadily make their way up to cup her breasts. She doesn’t even try to hide the shiver that runs through her when he starts to rub her nipples.
“Dean, STOP! I can’t concentrate.”
Dean takes a step back with his hands in the air and chuckles. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave, scout’s honor.”
“You were never a boy scout,” Lexi says, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.
Dean keeps his word and behaves while he helps Lexi make the pie, but all bets are off once she places it in the oven. He looks at the bag of flour on the counter, then looks at Lexi. Dipping his hand inside the bag, he grabs a handful and smirks at his wife.
Lexi backs away pointing at him and says, “Dean, don’t you even think about it.”
“Think about what?” he asks innocently.
“You know what…don’t throw…” Before she can finish her sentence, Dean throws a handful of flour at her.
She stands there for a moment in disbelief. Once the shock wears off she lunges for the bag of flour and throws a handful at Dean. Suddenly, they’re both children again running around the kitchen laughing and throwing flour at each other.
When Dean’s had enough, he grabs her arm and pulls her to him. They’re both out of breath and covered in flour, and the kitchen isn’t looking much better. Flour is on the floor, the counters, the kitchen chairs, and the table. But Dean’s only focused on those big, green eyes staring up at him. He drops the bag of flour and pushes her against the fridge. His hands are everywhere, in her hair, on her hips, cupping her ass. His skin feels like it’s on fire where they’re pressed together and he wants more of that heat.
He hauls off her tank top and shoves a thigh between her legs. Slowly, Lexi rocks her hips, just enough so she can feel his strong thigh pushing up between her legs, but not enough for her to get any satisfaction from it.
Dean pulls down her bra straps as he bites and kisses along her collar bone and over the tops of her breasts. Lexi wraps her arms around his neck, nipping at his chin and neck until Dean catches her lips in a kiss.
He moves his hands down to her chest and unhooks the front clasp, then pushes the material out of the way while leaning forward to flick his tongue over each nipple. She bites her lip to stifle the moan that has escaped her lips, causing Dean to smirk up at her before taking her breast into his mouth.
She cards her fingers through his hair, back arching to give him better access, and makes that little high pitched moan she does when she’s really turned on.
She suddenly pushes Dean back towards the kitchen table and lifts his Henley while placing kisses to his chest. Dean lies back on the table letting Lexi climb on top of him as she works on his belt. She pulls his belt free and undoes his jeans, then pushes his jeans and boxers off his hips. He lifts his hips in an effort to help her push his pants and boxer briefs down and then kicks them off.
Lexi wraps her hand around him, her thumb rubbing the head of his cock. Dean worries his bottom lip as he sucks in a steadying breath and digs his fingers into her hips, as her delicate fingers move along his shaft quickly.
She leans forward to lick and bite along his neck, pumping his dick with her right hand the whole time. Dean closes his eyes and tries to focus on the tension building inside him. He can't even do that when he feels the drag of her fingers along his balls.
Suddenly, Lexi stands up and pulls off her jeans and panties. Dean watches the little scrap of lace with wide eyes as it moves down and off her legs. He licks his lips, hands twitching in anticipation.
After what feels like an eternity, she climbs on top of him and slowly sinks down on his dick until he's completely buried inside of her. She rests her hands on his chest as she leans over him, her long brown hair falling against his face. Then Dean’s kissing her with one hand tangled in her hair, and the other gripping her hip. She moans into his kiss and rolls her hips tight and smooth. All their playfulness from before has disappeared. It’s all passion and need.
Lexi gets lost in Dean as he thrusts up on every down stroke. He tightens his grip on her hips and thrusts up into her as if it has been years since they’ve last had sex instead of only three days. She cries out on every push in, her nails digging into his chest.
Somewhere in the background of the radio noise, there’s a beeping sound. Lexi dismisses it and concentrates on rolling her hips in the rhythm Dean has set. Suddenly, it hits her that it’s the oven timer that’s beeping. “The pie…” she gasps as Dean slams up into her.
“Forget the pie.”
“No, it’s gonna burn…” Lexi replies as she moves off of Dean and heads to the stove.
Dean sits up and stares at his wife dumbfounded. Then he lays his head back on the table and huffs, not believing what just happened. He watches Lexi as she gets the pie out of the oven and places it on the rack to cool.
The instant the pie hits the rack, he's tight against her, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “You’re not just gonna leave me hanging, are you?” Dean asks low and husky. He bites along the length of her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.
Lexi makes a desperate, little moan and replies, “No.”
That’s all Dean needs to hear before he literally sweeps Lexi off her feet and carries her upstairs to the spare bedroom. He drops her on the old, creaky bed and is inside of her before she can even prepare herself.
Dean’s moving at that slow and steady pace. The one that keeps her teetering right on the edge but not enough to push her over. It drives her crazy hitting all the right spots but it’s just not enough and Dean knows it.
“Dean, c’mon…” Lexi whines as she wraps her legs around his waist. She digs her heels into his ass in an attempt to get him to speed up. Dean shifts his weight, pinning Lexi beneath him.
“Oh no, baby doll,” he smirks at her. “you left me hanging, you’re not gonna come until I want you to.”
“Please, Dean…” she begs.
Dean leans forward sucking and biting her neck before kissing her slow and deep. Lexi slides her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bites down on his bottom lip. Dean groans, fists his hands in her hair and presses his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, you little minx, you need to learn some patience.”
He pulls himself onto his knees, taking her right leg up with him and resting it on his shoulder. He slides his hands down to her hips, grips them firmly and leans down towards her to kiss and nip at her shoulders and neck as he pushes deeper into her. He’s letting it build inside of her, enjoying her frustration. He moves faster and grunts, “God damn, you feel so fucking good…Come for me, baby.”
A few more snaps of his hips and Lexi is there. She comes hard, her left leg tightening around Dean’s waist, nails digging into his back as she cries out his name and holds on.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Dean murmurs low and husky.
He stops thrusting and rolls onto his back, taking Lexi with him. The movement catches her off guard and takes her a moment to adjust to the new position. She sinks down on him, hands splaying across his chest. She rolls her hips one way, then the other, trying to find a rhythm.
Dean grunts and rests his hands on her hips. He doesn’t attempt to guide her movements. He’s content at the moment just laying back and watching his wife move on top of him. He lies there, gazing up at Lexi. His eyes move from her face to her breasts then to her hips. Dean runs his thumb over the tattoo on her hip of his name. He idly wonders why she never had it removed when they broke up, but he’s also glad she didn’t. He likes that his name is permanently etched into her skin.
His eyes move lower, drawn down to watch himself disappear inside of her over and over again. Suddenly, the slow pace she’s set isn’t enough for him. Dean sits up, hands clutching her hips as he guides her up and down. His thrusts get a littler rougher, faster, building her up again. He nips her earlobe and says with a hard smack of his hand on her ass, “C’mon, Lexi, you can ride me harder than this.”
She closes her eyes and moans, then presses her hands into his shoulders and picks up the pace. Dean thrusts up into her hard, smacking her ass on the down stroke. When he feels the tremors in her legs begin, he lets go of her hip and slides his hand between them to rub her clit.
A second orgasm catches Lexi by surprise. Her vision goes white, electricity speeding through her body, thighs squeezing around Dean as she rides out her orgasm.
He guides her down against the mattress, hooks both of her legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting into her. He clutches her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he sets up a rigorous pace, slamming into her hard and fast. Dean drops his head against Lexi’s neck, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. She feels so good and tight with her walls clenching down on him. Dean knows he’s not gonna last much longer. He bites down on his bottom lip and groans against her neck, “Fuck, Lexi. You feel so fucking good...so tight...Fuck.”
Lexi digs her nails into his skin, nipping and licking the sensitive flesh behind Dean’s ear. “Harder…Come for me, baby…” She whispers against his ear.
Dean speeds up, incited by Lexi’s words and the grinding of her hips against his. He thrusts with his whole body, feet digging into the mattress for leverage. The old bed creaks under their weight as the head board slams against the wall, Dean’s movements pushing Lexi closer to it with every snap of his hips. Dean clenches his jaw and closes his eyes while colors explode behind them. He lets out a hot and needy sound before he growls out Lexi´s name and shudders into her as she sucks marks into his neck.
Dean collapses on top of Lexi, not being able to remember the last time he came so hard. He rests his head against her chest, listening to the pounding of her heart as they try to catch their breath. “Damn, Lex.”
“Yeah, you said it…damn...”
Once Dean has his breathing under control, he lifts his head from Lexi's chest, smiles, and finally slides out of her. He leans on his forearms and kisses her nice and slow before grinning, “Well, that was awesome.”
She glances up at Dean then laughs and stretches, her whole body feeling relaxed and mellow. “I really, really needed that…”
“I know you did. I’m just that awesome of a husband.” Dean replies with a wink.
He rolls off of her and stares at the ceiling before pulling her tightly against his chest and throwing the blanket over them. He loves this part after sex but he’ll never admit it to Lexi. Hell, Dean will deny it with his last breath that he loves to cuddle with her. Though, he can’t deny how peaceful he feels laying with her like this as he runs his hands up and down her back.
Dean tightens his grip on her and yawns, his eyes suddenly heavy.
“Don’t fall asleep. We have to shower and clean up the kitchen.” He hears Lexi say.
“Hmm, just gonna take a quick nap…” He mumbles in response before falling asleep.
Lexi lifts her head and glances at Dean at the sound of his light snoring. She shakes her head and sighs as she settles back down next to him. It amazes her how Dean can fall asleep so easily and quickly. She’s jealous of that fact. Truth is, she couldn’t sleep right now if she wanted to. All she can think about is the fact that Sam is alive and how she’s going to break it to Dean. Lexi knows she can’t keep this from him. It’s too big and Dean will be furious. Although, if she tells him the truth about Sam, Dean’s gonna be heart broken. None of that matters though. She and Dean decided that they were in this marriage for the long haul. That meant they were partners in every sense of the word. There was no room for secrets and lies.
Lexi rolls over and snuggles into Dean’s side. He immediately throws an arm around her and pulls her in even deeper. Lexi closes her eyes and lets her husband’s warmth engulf her as she curses Sam for putting her in the middle. She knows what she must do. When Dean wakes up she’s going to tell him the truth about Sam.
A couple of hours later and Dean and Lexi are awakened by shouting. They sit up, Dean placing a finger to his lips and one arm in front of Lexi to keep her in bed. They listen closely and both start laughing when they realize it’s only Bobby. “DAMN YOU DEAN! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN YOU IDJIT!”
They both jump when the bedroom door bangs open. Lexi tugs the sheet up to cover herself and at least has the decency to look embarssed. Dean on the other hand, meets Bobby’s gaze and says smugly, “Hey Bobby. Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“What happened to my kitchen?”
“I think I might’ve dropped some flour.” Dean replies innocently.
Bobby points his finger at him and says through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna go clean up my kitchen and stop acting like a god damn teenager.”
“Can I put my pants on first?”
Bobby doesn’t respond to Dean’s question. Instead he leaves the room mumbling about damn Winchesters wrecking his house.
Lexi waits until Bobby is out of ear shot and smacks Dean’s arm lightly. “Why do you have to antagonize him?”
“Um, cuz it’s fun. Plus, it’s your fault. You let me fall sleep.”
“I did not!” Lexi protests and stops when Dean smirks at her.
“It’s fun to antagonize you too.” Dean says before getting out of bed. He grabs yesterday’s jeans that he’s thrown on top of his duffel and pulls them on. “I guess I better go clean up that kitchen…”
“Dean, wait. I have to tell you something…”
Dean grabs a t-shirt off the floor, smells it and then puts it on. He sits on the edge of the bed and kisses Lexi gently before saying, “We’ll talk tonight when Jake’s asleep.”
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! Bobby and Dean gifs by Supernutjapan.~*
Dean’s mind is still racing over what happened in the barn three days ago. He can’t believe what he saw. No, it’s that he doesn’t want to. Angels are not real. They couldn’t be real, because if they were, then he shouldn’t have a job. Angels should be the ones helping and saving people not him. He’s just some guy that married way above his pay grade, has a give ‘em hell attitude and a G.E.D. Not the makings of a hero in his opinion.
Pacing the room, he raises a hopeful eyebrow at Bobby, sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him.
"Well, then tell me. What else could it be?” Lexi asks from the floor where she is keeping Jake entertained with some blocks.
“Look, all I know is, Castiel isn’t an angel.”
“Okay, look Dean.” Lexi says in the voice she uses when she’s trying to reason with Jake. “Why do you think Castiel would lie to you about it?”
“Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie.” Dean stops pacing, then points at Lexi. “And don’t use that tone with me. I ain’t two.”
Lexi stands up, her face set and determined, and crosses her arms. “Fine, I won’t use THAT tone. But seriously Dean, a demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps. Give me a break. You know as well as I do - no demon is immune to a devil’s trap.”
Dean looks down at his wife, his eyebrows drawn together out of annoyance, then asks, “Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?”
“Yeah. Sweetie, you just did.”
“Lex, I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me.”
Lexi can’t stop the frustrated sigh or the eye roll as she points out, “Dean, we have a theory.”
“Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please.”
“Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we…”
“Okay, okay. That's the point, Lex. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!” Dean snaps.
“And why not? After EVERYTHING you’ve seen, how can you say that angels don’t exist?”
“Because they can’t exist! And why are you so quick to believe that they do? You’re a doctor. Aren’t you supposed to worship science or some shit?”
“I believe because I know there’s something bigger than us. Being a doctor, I’ve felt it. I’ve been in rooms with patients when they’ve passed and I don’t know how to explain it. But when it happens, something else is there. A presence.”
“Yeah, Lexi, that’s a reaper.” Dean snaps.
“No, Dean, it’s something more…”
Bobby looks up from his stack of books and shakes his head. “You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?”
Dean and Lexi both walk over to Bobby’s desk, huff at each other over his head, then lean over the desk to look at the books, sighing loudly in unison.
“I got stacks of lore.” Bobby states, ignoring their sighs and huffs. “Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can smite demons.”
“What else?” Dean asks.
“What else, what?”
Dean rolls his eyes as he asks, “What else can they do?”
“I dunno, Boy.” Bobby snaps. “Does it look like I went through all this lore yet?”
“Dean, this is good news.” Lexi says, her face lighting up.
“How?”
“Because, for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap or about me or Jake. I mean, maybe Castiel is one of the good guys here to help, you know?”
“Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?” Dean scoffs.
Bobby raises an eyebrow at Dean as he replies, “At this point, Vegas money's on yeah.”
“I don't know…”
Lexi moves in front of Dean and rests her hands on his forearms as she looks up at him. “Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof.”
“Proof?”
“Yes.”
“Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it.”
“Why not?” Lexi asks.
“Because, why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?”
“Dean…”
“I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and all the fucked up shit I’ve done. But why do I deserve to be singled out? I'm just a regular guy. There ain’t nothing special about me.”
“That’s not true, Sweetie. And apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs.”
“Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by...God.”
“Okay, well, too bad Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.” Lexi replies with a smirk.
“Fine.” Dean says as he throws up his hands. “What do we know about angels?”
Bobby picks up a pile of thick, heavy looking books and puts them in front of Dean. “Start reading.”
Dean looks at the pile of books for a moment, then turns towards his wife. “You're gonna go get me some pie,” he says, then grabs a book from the top of the pile. “Pecan.”
She rolls her eyes and sighs, “I’m not gonna find pecan here. I’ll just make you one.”
Dean looks at her, his face lighting up. “Homemade pie! Even better.”
“Guess I’m going to the store then.” Lexi sighs. “You want anything else?”
*~*~*
Lexi pulls the Impala into a parking space and then turns down the radio just as her phone begins to ring. “Hey Babe, what’s wrong? Oh, you want chips. Okay, anything else? Beer, uh huh. Anything else? Dean, when have I ever forgotten the pie? Exactly.” Lexi says into her phone while she gets out of the car. She turns to go into the store and sees Sam staring at her. “I’ve got to go, Dean. What? Well, if the car gets a scratch on her it’s your fault cuz you sent me to the store. Yeah, okay. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”
Lexi walks over to Sam, unscrewing the cap of her flask as she does. She stops in front of him and says, “Christo.”
“Lexi, it’s me.” Sam says just as the holy water hits his face. He spits out the Holy water and sighs.
“It’s really you?”
“Yes. It’s me.”
“No, you were dead. We checked your pulse, there wasn’t one.”
“I dunno what happened. All I know is that I woke up with part of the ceiling on top of me. I had a broken arm and a broken leg. The grounds keeper found me and called an ambulance.”
“Why didn’t you call Dean?”
“I was ashamed. I tried to kill you and Dean. I stole Jake. How do I apologize…”
“Does Jackie know you’re alive?”
Sam shoves his hands in his pockets and nods.
“So, that’s why she left us in Illinois.”
“Yeah. So, is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“That the thing you and Dean were hunting in Illinois was an angel.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Demons. They’re taking off.”
“Yeah, we’re not positive but I think it was.”
“Okay. Bye, Lexi.” Sam says and then starts walking away.
Lexi grabs his arm. “Sam, where are you going? What about Dean?”
“Don’t tell him anything. Don’t tell him you’ve seen me, not yet.”
Later that day
Dean pulls Bobby aside not long after Lexi returns from the store. Something is off with her. He noticed it as soon as she walked in. Dean isn’t sure whether it’s the case or Jake’s making her frazzled. Either way, he knows it would be better if he got Jake out of the house to give her a break.
He walks over to the kitchen after helping Bobby with Jake’s car seat. Bobby´s taking Jake into town to the diner for lunch and then to the park. It's bittersweet seeing his son go off with Bobby. It reminds him of one of the best memories from his own fucked up childhood, throwing around a baseball with Bobby in the same park he was taking Jake to.
He stands leaning against the archway to the kitchen for a moment, his arms crossed, watching Lexi clean up the breakfast dishes. He’s grateful to see her doing something as mundane as washing dishes given a year ago, she couldn’t even do that. She just sat on the couch, not speaking, not eating. He was sure that despite him binding her powers that he was gonna loose her. Here they are a year later and Lexi is pretty much back to normal except she’s haunted by nightmares. But, Dean can handle that. He’s going to help her through it because he’s not gonna loose someone else he loves.
Despite his worry, it wasn’t his only motivation to get Jake out of the house. The kid’s been a major cock block the past couple of days. It seems to Dean that the moment he starts touching Lexi, Jake is screaming bloody murder for her. He needs to get laid.
His eyes sweep over his wife, enjoying the way her jeans hug her ass and hips. Almost two years later and Lexi still hasn’t lost the last ten pounds of baby weight. She constantly complains about it but Dean loves it. He loves the extra weight on her, loves that she’s soft and curvy like she was when they first got together.
He can't help but smile as he watches her move back and forth between the sink and counter. His eyes tracking her movements as she stretches up to the cabinets and bends down to open drawers, giving him a peek at some skin and the tattoo on her lower back. Dean licks his lips while thinking of all the things he wants to do to her right now.
Walking over to her, he rests his hand on the small of her back and kisses her temple.
She smiles up at him and says quietly, “Hey.”
“Hey. You feeling okay babe?”
“Hmm hmm. Why do you ask?”
Dean turns, leans back against the counter and shrugs. “I dunno. You just been quiet since you got back from the store. Plus, there’s the whole bun in the oven thing.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You sure?”
“Hmm mmm.”
“Okay, but let me help. You wash, Lex and I'll dry.”
The crooked smile on his lips makes her forget for a moment about angels and Sam being very much alive. She can pretend for a minute that they're only visiting Bobby and that trouble isn’t about to crash down on them again. She nods and hands Dean the dish she just washed to dry.
When the last dish is dried, Dean turns to Lexi and asks, “You want help with the pie?”
“Can I trust you with the pie?”
Dean swats her ass, hard.
Lexi turns to him, wags her finger at his nose and warns, “Hey! Don’t start something you can’t finish Dean.”
“Yeah, yeah you know I can finish it and ya know I can cook better than you. But, we need some music,” he replies, and turns on the radio.
Lexi rolls her eyes and goes back to the dishes. “Fine, you can help but no funny…” Lexi’s words falter as Dean presses up against her, wraps his arms around her and nips at her neck.
Lexi attempts to ignore her husband while his hands slide up under her tank top and run over her stomach, then steadily make their way up to cup her breasts. She doesn’t even try to hide the shiver that runs through her when he starts to rub her nipples.
“Dean, STOP! I can’t concentrate.”
Dean takes a step back with his hands in the air and chuckles. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave, scout’s honor.”
“You were never a boy scout,” Lexi says, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.
Dean keeps his word and behaves while he helps Lexi make the pie, but all bets are off once she places it in the oven. He looks at the bag of flour on the counter, then looks at Lexi. Dipping his hand inside the bag, he grabs a handful and smirks at his wife.
Lexi backs away pointing at him and says, “Dean, don’t you even think about it.”
“Think about what?” he asks innocently.
“You know what…don’t throw…” Before she can finish her sentence, Dean throws a handful of flour at her.
She stands there for a moment in disbelief. Once the shock wears off she lunges for the bag of flour and throws a handful at Dean. Suddenly, they’re both children again running around the kitchen laughing and throwing flour at each other.
When Dean’s had enough, he grabs her arm and pulls her to him. They’re both out of breath and covered in flour, and the kitchen isn’t looking much better. Flour is on the floor, the counters, the kitchen chairs, and the table. But Dean’s only focused on those big, green eyes staring up at him. He drops the bag of flour and pushes her against the fridge. His hands are everywhere, in her hair, on her hips, cupping her ass. His skin feels like it’s on fire where they’re pressed together and he wants more of that heat.
He hauls off her tank top and shoves a thigh between her legs. Slowly, Lexi rocks her hips, just enough so she can feel his strong thigh pushing up between her legs, but not enough for her to get any satisfaction from it.
Dean pulls down her bra straps as he bites and kisses along her collar bone and over the tops of her breasts. Lexi wraps her arms around his neck, nipping at his chin and neck until Dean catches her lips in a kiss.
He moves his hands down to her chest and unhooks the front clasp, then pushes the material out of the way while leaning forward to flick his tongue over each nipple. She bites her lip to stifle the moan that has escaped her lips, causing Dean to smirk up at her before taking her breast into his mouth.
She cards her fingers through his hair, back arching to give him better access, and makes that little high pitched moan she does when she’s really turned on.
She suddenly pushes Dean back towards the kitchen table and lifts his Henley while placing kisses to his chest. Dean lies back on the table letting Lexi climb on top of him as she works on his belt. She pulls his belt free and undoes his jeans, then pushes his jeans and boxers off his hips. He lifts his hips in an effort to help her push his pants and boxer briefs down and then kicks them off.
Lexi wraps her hand around him, her thumb rubbing the head of his cock. Dean worries his bottom lip as he sucks in a steadying breath and digs his fingers into her hips, as her delicate fingers move along his shaft quickly.
She leans forward to lick and bite along his neck, pumping his dick with her right hand the whole time. Dean closes his eyes and tries to focus on the tension building inside him. He can't even do that when he feels the drag of her fingers along his balls.
Suddenly, Lexi stands up and pulls off her jeans and panties. Dean watches the little scrap of lace with wide eyes as it moves down and off her legs. He licks his lips, hands twitching in anticipation.
After what feels like an eternity, she climbs on top of him and slowly sinks down on his dick until he's completely buried inside of her. She rests her hands on his chest as she leans over him, her long brown hair falling against his face. Then Dean’s kissing her with one hand tangled in her hair, and the other gripping her hip. She moans into his kiss and rolls her hips tight and smooth. All their playfulness from before has disappeared. It’s all passion and need.
Lexi gets lost in Dean as he thrusts up on every down stroke. He tightens his grip on her hips and thrusts up into her as if it has been years since they’ve last had sex instead of only three days. She cries out on every push in, her nails digging into his chest.
Somewhere in the background of the radio noise, there’s a beeping sound. Lexi dismisses it and concentrates on rolling her hips in the rhythm Dean has set. Suddenly, it hits her that it’s the oven timer that’s beeping. “The pie…” she gasps as Dean slams up into her.
“Forget the pie.”
“No, it’s gonna burn…” Lexi replies as she moves off of Dean and heads to the stove.
Dean sits up and stares at his wife dumbfounded. Then he lays his head back on the table and huffs, not believing what just happened. He watches Lexi as she gets the pie out of the oven and places it on the rack to cool.
The instant the pie hits the rack, he's tight against her, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “You’re not just gonna leave me hanging, are you?” Dean asks low and husky. He bites along the length of her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.
Lexi makes a desperate, little moan and replies, “No.”
That’s all Dean needs to hear before he literally sweeps Lexi off her feet and carries her upstairs to the spare bedroom. He drops her on the old, creaky bed and is inside of her before she can even prepare herself.
Dean’s moving at that slow and steady pace. The one that keeps her teetering right on the edge but not enough to push her over. It drives her crazy hitting all the right spots but it’s just not enough and Dean knows it.
“Dean, c’mon…” Lexi whines as she wraps her legs around his waist. She digs her heels into his ass in an attempt to get him to speed up. Dean shifts his weight, pinning Lexi beneath him.
“Oh no, baby doll,” he smirks at her. “you left me hanging, you’re not gonna come until I want you to.”
“Please, Dean…” she begs.
Dean leans forward sucking and biting her neck before kissing her slow and deep. Lexi slides her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bites down on his bottom lip. Dean groans, fists his hands in her hair and presses his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, you little minx, you need to learn some patience.”
He pulls himself onto his knees, taking her right leg up with him and resting it on his shoulder. He slides his hands down to her hips, grips them firmly and leans down towards her to kiss and nip at her shoulders and neck as he pushes deeper into her. He’s letting it build inside of her, enjoying her frustration. He moves faster and grunts, “God damn, you feel so fucking good…Come for me, baby.”
A few more snaps of his hips and Lexi is there. She comes hard, her left leg tightening around Dean’s waist, nails digging into his back as she cries out his name and holds on.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Dean murmurs low and husky.
He stops thrusting and rolls onto his back, taking Lexi with him. The movement catches her off guard and takes her a moment to adjust to the new position. She sinks down on him, hands splaying across his chest. She rolls her hips one way, then the other, trying to find a rhythm.
Dean grunts and rests his hands on her hips. He doesn’t attempt to guide her movements. He’s content at the moment just laying back and watching his wife move on top of him. He lies there, gazing up at Lexi. His eyes move from her face to her breasts then to her hips. Dean runs his thumb over the tattoo on her hip of his name. He idly wonders why she never had it removed when they broke up, but he’s also glad she didn’t. He likes that his name is permanently etched into her skin.
His eyes move lower, drawn down to watch himself disappear inside of her over and over again. Suddenly, the slow pace she’s set isn’t enough for him. Dean sits up, hands clutching her hips as he guides her up and down. His thrusts get a littler rougher, faster, building her up again. He nips her earlobe and says with a hard smack of his hand on her ass, “C’mon, Lexi, you can ride me harder than this.”
She closes her eyes and moans, then presses her hands into his shoulders and picks up the pace. Dean thrusts up into her hard, smacking her ass on the down stroke. When he feels the tremors in her legs begin, he lets go of her hip and slides his hand between them to rub her clit.
A second orgasm catches Lexi by surprise. Her vision goes white, electricity speeding through her body, thighs squeezing around Dean as she rides out her orgasm.
He guides her down against the mattress, hooks both of her legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting into her. He clutches her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he sets up a rigorous pace, slamming into her hard and fast. Dean drops his head against Lexi’s neck, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. She feels so good and tight with her walls clenching down on him. Dean knows he’s not gonna last much longer. He bites down on his bottom lip and groans against her neck, “Fuck, Lexi. You feel so fucking good...so tight...Fuck.”
Lexi digs her nails into his skin, nipping and licking the sensitive flesh behind Dean’s ear. “Harder…Come for me, baby…” She whispers against his ear.
Dean speeds up, incited by Lexi’s words and the grinding of her hips against his. He thrusts with his whole body, feet digging into the mattress for leverage. The old bed creaks under their weight as the head board slams against the wall, Dean’s movements pushing Lexi closer to it with every snap of his hips. Dean clenches his jaw and closes his eyes while colors explode behind them. He lets out a hot and needy sound before he growls out Lexi´s name and shudders into her as she sucks marks into his neck.
Dean collapses on top of Lexi, not being able to remember the last time he came so hard. He rests his head against her chest, listening to the pounding of her heart as they try to catch their breath. “Damn, Lex.”
“Yeah, you said it…damn...”
Once Dean has his breathing under control, he lifts his head from Lexi's chest, smiles, and finally slides out of her. He leans on his forearms and kisses her nice and slow before grinning, “Well, that was awesome.”
She glances up at Dean then laughs and stretches, her whole body feeling relaxed and mellow. “I really, really needed that…”
“I know you did. I’m just that awesome of a husband.” Dean replies with a wink.
He rolls off of her and stares at the ceiling before pulling her tightly against his chest and throwing the blanket over them. He loves this part after sex but he’ll never admit it to Lexi. Hell, Dean will deny it with his last breath that he loves to cuddle with her. Though, he can’t deny how peaceful he feels laying with her like this as he runs his hands up and down her back.
Dean tightens his grip on her and yawns, his eyes suddenly heavy.
“Don’t fall asleep. We have to shower and clean up the kitchen.” He hears Lexi say.
“Hmm, just gonna take a quick nap…” He mumbles in response before falling asleep.
Lexi lifts her head and glances at Dean at the sound of his light snoring. She shakes her head and sighs as she settles back down next to him. It amazes her how Dean can fall asleep so easily and quickly. She’s jealous of that fact. Truth is, she couldn’t sleep right now if she wanted to. All she can think about is the fact that Sam is alive and how she’s going to break it to Dean. Lexi knows she can’t keep this from him. It’s too big and Dean will be furious. Although, if she tells him the truth about Sam, Dean’s gonna be heart broken. None of that matters though. She and Dean decided that they were in this marriage for the long haul. That meant they were partners in every sense of the word. There was no room for secrets and lies.
Lexi rolls over and snuggles into Dean’s side. He immediately throws an arm around her and pulls her in even deeper. Lexi closes her eyes and lets her husband’s warmth engulf her as she curses Sam for putting her in the middle. She knows what she must do. When Dean wakes up she’s going to tell him the truth about Sam.
A couple of hours later and Dean and Lexi are awakened by shouting. They sit up, Dean placing a finger to his lips and one arm in front of Lexi to keep her in bed. They listen closely and both start laughing when they realize it’s only Bobby. “DAMN YOU DEAN! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN YOU IDJIT!”
They both jump when the bedroom door bangs open. Lexi tugs the sheet up to cover herself and at least has the decency to look embarssed. Dean on the other hand, meets Bobby’s gaze and says smugly, “Hey Bobby. Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“What happened to my kitchen?”
“I think I might’ve dropped some flour.” Dean replies innocently.
Bobby points his finger at him and says through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna go clean up my kitchen and stop acting like a god damn teenager.”
“Can I put my pants on first?”
Bobby doesn’t respond to Dean’s question. Instead he leaves the room mumbling about damn Winchesters wrecking his house.
Lexi waits until Bobby is out of ear shot and smacks Dean’s arm lightly. “Why do you have to antagonize him?”
“Um, cuz it’s fun. Plus, it’s your fault. You let me fall sleep.”
“I did not!” Lexi protests and stops when Dean smirks at her.
“It’s fun to antagonize you too.” Dean says before getting out of bed. He grabs yesterday’s jeans that he’s thrown on top of his duffel and pulls them on. “I guess I better go clean up that kitchen…”
“Dean, wait. I have to tell you something…”
Dean grabs a t-shirt off the floor, smells it and then puts it on. He sits on the edge of the bed and kisses Lexi gently before saying, “We’ll talk tonight when Jake’s asleep.”