A/N: After a break for personal reasons, the writing continues.

This story follows the Winchester brothers through various hunts, and includes a new character named Lexi. It starts out towards the beginning of the series in season one, and progresses. However, it does not follow episodes.

Please review to say whether or not it is worth continuing, there are big plans for the story if people enjoy it.

Disclaimer: All supernatural material belongs to respective owners and CW

THE BEGINNING

June 16th 1999- Flagstaff, AZ

Lexi Walters knelt in the desert dirt. Her she was waiting for John Winchester, her father's friend, to show up. Next to her was the body of her dad. After just over ten years, after the countless hunts, after all the close calls, he finally lost. As salty tears rolled down her tanned cheeks, she waited for her dad's friend to arrive. At just seventeen years old she had lost both parents to the life of hunting. With that thought in mind, she made a promise to herself. She would track and kill the demon who murdered her father, no matter what the cost.

September 19th 2004

Staring up at the plain motel ceiling, Lexi groaned. She was currently bed bound and it wasn't her ideal situation.

"You're lucky you're alive," John Winchester's strong voice boomed throughout the small room.

"I know John. I know. But it's over," she tried to reason, running her hand through her blonde hair that had a few blood stains on it.

"Lexi, don't feed me these lines like everything is fine! Next time you go on a four and a half year hunt chasin' after some demon by yourself, call me! I could have told the boys I had a job and came to help. You didn't have to do this on your own," he continued to lecture her.

"Yes sir," she replied in a monotone. "I don't have a reason to leave anymore. I promise my moody revenge is over," she added with a weak smile.

"It's not much, but you have a home with me and my family," John said, calming down. He knew that Lexi had nowhere to go, because he helped her clean up her father's body five years ago. He hadn't seen or heard from her since, and was quite surprised when she called him in need of help. "Get some sleep; we can talk about everything tomorrow morning."

Lexi nodded and tried her best to get somewhat comfortable. With her revenge over, she decided to return to normal hunting. The only problem was that her father was no longer alive to help her or support her. John helped her out so much when her father was killed, and he was who she decided to turn to. With the painkillers he had given her, it didn't take long until she slipped into dreamland.

Dean was dying the whole ride home from the nearby diner having to smell the food. He was starving, and the five miles to the motel seemed like ages. Finally, he arrived at The Sands Inn somewhere in North Carolina. Grabbing the bag of food, he walked into the room to find his father at the small table reading through his journal.

"Got food," Dean announced, setting the bag on the table. John grunted in response as Dean practically ripped the bag to shreds to get to his burger. A few bites in, he noticed a mop of blonde hair spread out on the pillow of his bed. "Looks like you were busy. Next time do it on your bed," he tried to joke with his father between bites. John looked up from the journal, glaring into his son's eyes.

"Really Dean? That did not happen. That girl is three years younger than you, which is way too young for me. And no, don't even think about it. That is the daughter of Mic Walters," John explained.

"Mic Walters? Wait, is that the girl who disappeared for a few years?" Dean asked.

"Yes." His father's phone went off, and he stepped outside to take the call. Dean hated John's secretive ways, but knew better than to question him.

"Walters…" he muttered, staring at the blonde haired lump that was breathing steady. Soon, he finished his burger and threw the box away. John walked back through the door looking anxious.

"I'm leaving. I need you to stay here with Lexi," he ordered. 'Lexi. That's her name,' Dean thought to himself before registering his dad's words.

"Wait, what?! I'm not babysitting! No way!" Dean was pissed. "How do you expect me to be fine with you dropping some girl off and making my ass stay behind to watch her? Where are you going anyways?"

"Excuse me, boy?" Dean froze at his father's words and realized what he'd just said. "You'll do what I say and follow orders. Right now, the orders are to stay and watch over Lexi until I get back," the eldest Winchester commanded.

"Yes sir," Dean answered, looking down at the ugly blue carpet. Within two minutes flat John was out the door.

Dean was left alone with an unconscious woman in his bed. To say he was slightly frustrated with his dad for his current situation would be an understatement. Deciding that he'd sort through things in the morning, he took a shower and lay in the unoccupied bed. Turning on his side, he could see Lexi's form moving up and down with her breathing. He wondered what she was like and how long she'd be staying with him and his father. Sleep did not come easy.

The next morning, Lexi opened her eyes and sighed at the brightness of the room. The painkillers John had given her were all passed through her system and she was hurting. Trying to sit up, she couldn't help the groan of pain that escaped her lips. All of a sudden there was a man in front of her.

"AHH!" she screamed, throwing the pillow at him.

"Hey! Calm down! It's Dean! John's son!" the man yelled back at her as he caught the pillow easily with one hand. She was panting and had the plug in alarm clock in one hand, ready to throw it.

"W-what? Who?" she was out of breath. Watching the man smile a little just made her angry. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"Dean Winchester. I'm John's oldest son," he introduced himself and set the pillow down. "Please don't throw that at my face," he added. She looked down and released the death grip she had on the alarm clock. "Much better. I'm a light sleeper. Heard you get up," he explained.

"Oh. Uh…Lexi. Lexi Walters," she said, looking around the room self consciously. "Where's John?"

"He left late last night. Didn't say where. Just told me to stay put with you until he gets back."

"Huh. Okay," she agreed, still slightly confused. As she once again attempted to get out of bed, her entire body protested in pain from the fight with the demon the previous day.

"Hey, you okay? What the hell happened to you?"

"Demon. A demon I chased for damn near five years. Wasn't exactly an easy fight," she explained, still straining to get up.

"Demon? Shit, let me help you," he offered, stepping closer. She didn't push him away, she needed the extra push to get off the bed.

"Thank you," she muttered before slowly walking to the bathroom.

"Yeah," he answered, watching her close the bathroom door. Hearing the shower turn on, he figured he'd have a little time to get some food. With a growling stomach, he returned to the same diner from the night before and ordered two breakfasts to go. By the time he got back, Lexi was sitting at the small table brushing through her long hair. "Breakfast?" he offered, holding up the to-go bag.

"Sure, thanks," Lexi looked surprised. Dean pulled out the food and started to eat as he read through the newspaper he'd grabbed at the diner.

Lexi felt awkward, eating breakfast with a random man in a motel room. Technically he wasn't random considering he was John's son, but still. The fact that he was silently reading the paper didn't help awkward silence at all.

"So…" she started.

"Hmm?"

"I didn't even know John had kids."

"Surprise!" he said sarcastically. "I have a younger brother, Sammy, but he's off at college."

"Oh, I see."

"Yep. So killing a demon yesterday, how long have you been a hunter?"

"Raised a hunter by my dad. He's gone," she added, looking back down at her pancakes that were almost gone.

"I'm sorry. Mic, right?" he offered. She looked into his striking, green eyes, and she knew he meant it.

"Yeah. Thanks. So how long do you think John will be?"

"Depends. Sometimes it's a few hours, and sometimes it's a few weeks. With you here I'm sure he'll be back as soon as he can." She nodded at his words and ran her fingers through her still wet hair.

"I'm bored already," she stated, looking around the small, dingy room.

"Do you know how to play poker?" he suggested and she smiled in return.

Their innocent game of stud had turned into strip poker. As one thing led to another, they ended up tangled in the sheets together. The next morning Dean woke early to clean up their evidence in case John returned. To their advantage they had the motel room to themselves for another few days before the eldest Winchester came back from his hunt. Lexi had healed and went on her way. Dean thoroughly enjoyed the time they'd spent together, but was glad to get back on the road.

Lexi moved on and was finally able to take on different jobs. Since the demon that killed her father was gone, she could focus on helping others. Life went on normally, or at least as normal as any hunter's life could.

Almost a year later, Lexi sat in a small honky-tonk bar in Savannah Georgia. Nursing her rum and coke, she scanned the bar. It was decently busy, considering that it was a Friday night. Background music was playing and a few intoxicated people were dancing near the speakers. Bill, the bartender, nodded in her direction and asked, "You want another?" His southern drawl was pronounced, and she nodded in response. Having just killed a werewolf a town over, she was having her own mini celebration. As the minutes ticked by and her second drink was nearly gone, she decided that it was time to head back to her motel room. A woman named Susan Regter had given her a room at the town's only motel. As she walked back to the row of rooms, she saw hers towards the end of the line.

A sickening sound could be heard from her left. Stopping, she turned to see a man hunched over and spilling the contents of his stomach. As he continued to cough, she saw that he was trying to support himself on a car. It was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Recognition crossed her features, and she turned to completely face the man. "Winchester?" she asked. The man froze, and craned his neck to see her.

"Lexi?"

"Oh my God. Dean…what happened to you?"

"N-nothin'. 'M fine," he slurred. She saw him take another drink of the bottle in his hand, trying to pump his stomach back full of the toxic substance.

"You're not very convincing."

"Lexi! I c-can't believe yer here. What're you doin'?"

"Oh dear lord. Gimme that," she said, snatching the bottle from him. Taking a quick swig herself for good measure, she set it on the pavement and approached the drunken Winchester.

"Wha- hey! Don't take that. What's goin' on?" he said.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up," she said. John had helped her in her worst time of need more than once, and she was indebted to their family. She assumed that John was nearby, or on a hunt, but Dean clearly needed help. Basically supporting most of his weight, she managed to get him to her motel room and dumped him in the chair. After shutting the door and setting her purse down, she made him stand up again. "Come on Dean. We're going to the bathroom," she instructed. He needed to wash his face after being sick and his mouth too.

"Baby I don't have to pee," Dean tried to explain, his eyes closed as he walked with her to the bathroom.

"I really hope you don't. That could get awkward," she joked to herself as she turned the sink on.

"You've seen it. Sucked it. Felt it. Don't think t-there's lot to be awkward sweetheart," he mumbled as she wet a washcloth and started washing his face. Even after just one year he seemed to have developed worry lines sine the last time she'd seen him.

"Can we keep the perverted comments to a minimum?" She continued to wash his face and then grabbed her mouthwash. Handing the blue liquid filled container to him, he grabbed it and began to chug it. "Dean!" she said in shock and took it back. "It's mouthwash. Don't drink it you dumbass!" He just laughed in response.

Once they finished up in the bathroom, she helped him to sit on the bed and pulled the covers back. When he felt the softness of the mattress, he immediately rolled onto the bed and was positioned on his back. Within seconds, he was fast asleep. Lexi sighed and brushed her hair back in disbelief.

She had never seen Dean in a condition like this, and wasn't sure what to think. Untying his boots, she slipped them off along with his socks that smelled. 'Yuck.' He was too heavy to try to get his shirt or anything off so he'd be more comfortable, so she reasoned that he would just have to deal with it. Before getting ready herself, she unbuckled his belt and put it in a small pile with his shoes.

Having been traveling by herself, she only got rooms with one bed. Sighing, she slipped into some night shorts and left her tank top on as she crawled into bed. Dean Winchester definitely owed her.