The dark-haired girl is asleep on the infirmary bed while Rowena carefully places a stone amulet around her neck. She gently touches the girl's shoulder comfortingly before she exits the room, worry evident on her face. The witch stops in the doorway of the kitchen as two sets of eyes look at her expectantly.
"I've never seen anything like this," the red-head begins, "the magic inside her…"
Rowena shakes her head as she tries to figure out her next words.
"What?" Dean questions.
"It's more than just natural magic," Rowena finally says.
Dean shares a look with his brother and Sam glances back to the red-head, "What's that even mean?"
"I don't have the answers you're looking for," Rowena responds with a shrug of her shoulders, "I've given her a binding amulet, it's equivalent to the handcuffs you were using, until she can learn to control it…I'll be happy to help guide her in any way that I can, but it's up to her."
"Are you saying she's more powerful than you?" Dean questions her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not answering that question," Rowena remarks, pointing a stern finger at the brother, "but I'll stay until she wakes up. Where'd the pretty one go?"
Both brothers give the red-headed woman looks of disapproval as Sam states, "He had to go, something about his friend killing him over the mess he left at her house. He said he'd check in later."
"Pretty one," Dean remarks, "really?"
Rowena gives him a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders before she turns to go check on Lexi.
A few weeks later
"At least it looks nice," Charlie says as she points at the blue pendant resting at the base of Lexi's neck, "and it works?"
"No magic," the girl responds wiggling her fingers at this alternate version of her friend, "until I can master it on my own."
The red-head smiles as she pulls open the door to the bar, "After you Sabrina."
Lexi rolls her eyes at the comment, the loud music and smell of alcohol hitting her like a wall as soon as Charlie had opened the door. She smiles at the atmosphere and grabs Charlie's hand as the two of them make their way to the bar. It was the red-head's idea for a girl's night and Lexi couldn't agree more. Drinks, dancing, and blowing off steam after a very stressful last few weeks was exactly what she needed, just a night of not thinking about life, consequences, and fate.
There's probably anywhere from fifty to sixty people crammed inside bar, some seated along the wall or at the bar, some are dancing, while some gather around the pool tables which occupy the far end of the room.
Charlie looks at Lexi with a devious smile, "What kind of night are we having? Whiskey…rum…tequila?"
The dark-haired girl ponders for a moment, then the corners of lips curl up mischievously as she and Charlie both say simultaneously, "Tequila."
After several mini dance parties, a few stronger than usual margaritas (thanks Joe), and an impromptu sing-along session of "Just a Girl" in the women's restroom, Lexi is now watching Charlie hustle a twenty-something frat boy in a game of pool, while the girl she's been flirting with stands close by watching with admiration. Lexi's vaguely listening to the frat guy's friend who is standing beside her, obviously trying to flirt, but she's too busy watching Charlie expertly run the table.
"Of all the bars in Kansas," Lexi hears a voice say and she closes her eyes, Oh shit.
She tilts her head slowly to look up at the person who's leaning against the metal column beside her and sees Evan smirking back at her. It had been a couple weeks since she'd seen him last.
"Well," she raises a curious eyebrow, "this is my bar, so what are you doing here?"
"Your bar?" he looks confused, as frat boy dejectedly turns away from the situation.
"I work here," she responds, then holds up her drink, "not tonight though."
"I see," Evan responds and nods his head, "well, this wasn't my choice."
"Ooohhhh," Lexi turns trying to look past him as she says quietly, "you're on a date."
"More like I agreed to meet someone here," he replies quickly, looking over his shoulder, "and I shouldn't have."
"Like ex-girlfriend?" she questions.
Evan takes a deep breath, then looks at her with a little bit of shame apparent on his face, "More like a girl I used to hang out with on occasion that I forgot was very, very, clingy."
"Booty call," Lexi states trying not to laugh.
"What?"
"The term is booty call," she continues, then pats his chest reassuringly, "rookie move, texting a clinger. Have fun with that."
Lexi turns back to continue watching Charlie's game of pool and she takes a long sip from her drink. She watches her friend for a moment before she realizes Evan is still standing there and she glances back up at him.
"Do me a favor?" he questions, his expression begging for her help, "Please."